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I am posting the "Master Chris" series in seven parts.  I
hope this stimulates other people to post collections of
quality stories.  I would also like to hear responses from
others about the following 'missing' stories

There seems to be a genuine _missing_ story. It's
#20 - mentioned in the index but never written (according to the
Master). Just in case that is in error and you have a #20,
please post it.

Does anyone know if any stories after #77 even exist?
Please post them if you have them.

The Story #47 is 'For a Price'. I have posted 5 parts to
this story (thru Wednesday), but there should be more.
Again, if anyone has any more parts, please post them.

If you have any stories to add to this collection, just
email them to me and I will post them.

A note on the format of the posts:  The original is a Word
document, exported to a text file.  Paragraphs end with two
paragraph marks.  To limit characters per line, paragraphs have
internally a space, paragraph mark.  To convert the text back
to wrappable, formattable text, convert all the space, paragraph
marks to spaces, then all the double paragraph marks to single
paragraph marks, and you can the format the text anyway you want
with Word, or any other word processor.

Thanks to one interested collector who responded to my earlier
posts of part of this material.  You know who you are.  Thanks.
I will let you know if this generates any response.

Obviously, I did not write these stories.  Thanks to Master Chris,
who did.
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77 Back in the Corner

Well, here I am, back in the corner. It's a position I know well though I 
can't
seem to ever get used to it. My nose is pushed as far into the living room
corner as it can go. My bottom, bare of course, is slowly cooling off from
the burning, embarrassing, childish spanking its just received. I'll be here 
for
a few minutes with nothing but my hot bottom and my thoughts to occupy
me.

You would think I'd be used to it by now. After all, I've been spanked since
I was a boy. I'm sure I was a handful and I no doubt deserved most of the
punishments I received. Dad used to spank me but he left my mom and me
when I was only 7.

Punishments stopped for a while but I turned into something of a terror and
it wasn't long before Mom took up where Dad left off. At least once a week
it seemed I was being pulled over Mom's lap for an "attitude adjustment".

The routine was always the same. Mom would pull down my pants and
underwear in one good, long yank then bend me over her lap. Once I was in
the desired position Mom would make sure I knew why I was being
punished then apply her firm hand until my bottom was red and hot and
usually until I was in tears. Then I shuffled off to the living room corner, 
my
pants still around my ankles to "think about it".

The pattern was the same time after time until I turned 15. Then everything
changed. Forever.

I guess as with any boy who's been spanked through puberty, my bare
bottomed spankings got more and more embarrassing. I certainly worked
harder to avoid them but still every 2 to 3 weeks I found myself baring,
however briefly, my growing and suddenly hairy genitalia on the way to
bending over my mom's lap. Worse, more often than not, I would be
sporting a raging hardon in plain view of my own mother. No amount of
pleading would have Mom stop baring my bottom. She felt that the
embarrassment was at least as important to the punishment as the application
of her hand.

When I was around 15, the Hendersons next door moved away and Miss
Balsam moved in. Miss Balsam was a very attractive woman close to my
mom's age and lived alone. She and Mom soon became the best of friends.
Miss Balsam was always over at our place or Mom was over there. They
seemed inseparable. It's funny though, after a while Mom's attitude toward
Miss Balsam changed. She seemed overly polite and I don't think I ever
heard her contradict Miss Balsam. It was always "Yes Katherine" or "Of
course Katherine".

Anyway, with all the comings and goings of Miss Balsam and my mom, the
inevitable finally happened. I remember it was summertime and Miss
Balsam and Mom were perched on stools in the kitchen sipping at some
lemonade. I don't remember exactly what I said as I went through the
kitchen but it was certainly not nice and as Mom reacted I know my reply
contained a swear word or two. In retrospect it wasn't very smart.

A heartbeat later Mom had a firm grasp of my ear and was tugging me
towards a kitchen chair. My eyes sprung wide open in horror as I realized
she meant to spank me right in front of Miss Balsam! My panic struck cry of
"Mom!" went completely unheeded as Mom dragged my shorts and
underwear to my knees in one pull. My traitorous cock was, of course, rock
hard and I quickly moved my hands in a vain attempt to cover it.

The spanking was the same as always except that for the first time my
embarrassing punishment was in full view of a non-family member and,
worse, an attractive female non-family member.

When Mom finished tanning my behind and finally let me up, Miss Balsam
got a full view of what I'd been trying to hide as I shuffled off to the 
corner
rubbing my bottom. I think I remember every second of the fifteen minutes I
spent there, my red naked bottom on display to both women.

Mom and Miss Balsam picked up their conversation as though nothing had
happened although the conversation now turned to corporal discipline.

"I'm happy to see you take him in hand Mary," said Miss Balsam.
"Goodness knows, boys of all ages need firm guidance."

"I guess so," said my Mom.

"Of course so!" said Miss Balsam. "Why, if you ever feel you can't keep up,
I'd be pleased to lend a hand."

"Do you hear that Michael?" asked my mom. "If you give me any more
trouble I'll have Miss Balsam adjust your attitude for you."

The threat must have proved salutary because for almost three weeks I kept
my nose out trouble and out of the corner.

My mom, it seemed, was spending more and more time next door. She was
so deferential to Miss Balsam that sometimes she seemed like a kid herself.

I did pretty well for about three weeks before my mouth finally ran out of
control again. This time it was over homework and I told Mom what I
though she should do with her suggestions of finishing it early. It was one 
of
those moments when I wished I could have reached out and grabbed the
words to cram them back into my mouth but it was too late.

Mom got real quiet and her eyes narrowed.

"All right Michael, you want to continue to test me? Well you're going to
learn that your actions carry consequences. Come with me."

With a firm grip on my wrist, Mom led me right out the front door and
toward Miss Balsam's despite my increasingly frantic protests.

When I went to pull back, Mom stared me down with a steely gaze.
"Michael, if I don't get your immediate obedience, I swear to God I'll spank
you right here on the front porch!"

I believed her. Sniffling, I followed her over to the house next door. I
figured I was in for a repeat of my last punishment. I wasn't exactly right.

Mom walked straight in without knocking. I mean, she practically lived
there anyway.

Calling for Miss Balsam, she pulled me to the corner of the living room.
With a sharp tug my shorts and underwear were down around my ankles and
a short push at my back was enough to propel me to the corner of another
woman's home.

Though I silently begged it not to happen, my cock reacted to these
circumstances by rising up to achingly hard attention.

Miss Balsam was now in the room too and she and my mom retreated to the
kitchen where they began speaking in tones just below my ability to hear. In
a few short minutes they were heading back into the room to announce my
fate.

My mom came up right behind me. "Well Michael," she said softly. "You're
going to get your wish. Miss Balsam will take care of today's attitude
adjustment."

"Mom!" I implored.

"Mom nothing!" she snapped. "You do exactly as you're told or so help me
your next spanking will be on the porch!"

"Off you go Mary," said Miss Balsam. "I'll send him back when we're
done."

"Yes, Katherine," said my mom and without further ado left me alone for
my first spanking with Miss Balsam.

The room was quiet for a minute or two. I could just feel Miss Balsam's
eyes on my bare bottom.

"All right young man," she started. "Punishments in my house are done my
way. The first thing that we don't do here is to give spankings to half-
dressed boys so get those clothes off right now."

"Everything?" I squeaked. This was worse than I had imagined.

"Everything and be quick about it!"

I wasn't wearing much and it didn't take long before I was buck-naked and
back in the corner. Although it wasn't visible from behind, my cock was 
still
rock hard and my hands were covering it in front. Miss Balsam, of course,
noticed.

"Clasp those hands on your head," she instructed.

I had never felt so vulnerable.

I heard Miss Balsam leave the room and meander through different parts of
the house. The waiting only served to build the anticipation of what was to
come.

It was perhaps five minutes, perhaps ten when I heard her come back to
where I was waiting.

"All right young man, follow me."

I figured I'd be going to quickly get across Miss Balsam's lap but she was
already on the move through the kitchen and down the few stairs to the den
where she stopped and sat down in an easy chair.

My hands had naturally come back to covering my hardon and Miss Balsam
noticed as soon ash she turned around.

"Get those hands back on your head!" she barked.

I jumped as my hands seemed to fly back up of their own accord.

Miss Balsam looked me up and down, pausing at the sight of my bobbing
cock.

"Step closer," she said firmly and I shuffled forward until I was only 
inches
from her.

Miss Balsam reached out with her right hand that held, I now saw, a
hairbrush. Using the edge of the brush she pushed at the underside of my
cock then stroked the edge along the length of it from bottom toward the 
top.
I gasped at the sensation.

"So, I see your being punished arouses you," she said. "Well, perhaps we'll
deal with that later. All right, over my lap then."

Miss Balsam was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and as I bent over, my hard
cock came directly into contact with her warm thighs.

"Lift up Michael," she said.

I lifted my hips as instructed and felt Miss Balsam's hand snake down to
firmly grasp my hard on. In one smooth motion, Miss Balsam's thighs
spread open. Her hand tugged downward, firmly pulling my hard organ
down with it. The thighs clamped together holding me in place by the end of
my now squeezed cock.

I felt one of Miss Balsam's hands on the small of my back, the other resting
on my clenched buttocks.

"Like your mother, I think we'll start with a hand spanking," she said.

The first smack came immediately and in a few moments my bottom was
hot and red as usual. The spanking didn't last long and seemed somewhat
less strict than what I was used to. Of course I didn't realize that this 
was
just the beginning.

The spanks stopped and I waited to be let up.

"You're not quite done yet, young man," I was told.

What else? I wondered.

I heard the sound of a jar opening then I smelled it as Miss Balsam put the
jar right under my nose.

"Do you know what this is?" she asked.

The smell was telltale. "Vics-vap-o-rub," I replied.

"Indeed it is," Miss Balsam chuckled. "Is your bottom warm?" she asked,
patting my behind.

"Yes," I said.

"Well it's about to be much warmer both inside and out. These pink
buttocks are still clenched. I find that a sign of rebellion and I won't 
have
you being rebellious with me. Now, point your toes and lay the tops of your
feet on the carpet."

I followed my instructions.

Suddenly I felt both of Miss Balsam's hands at my tender buttocks. To my
horror she spread them wide, wide apart fully stretching and exposing my
crinkled anus. I found I couldn't clench my buttocks at all to prevent the
humiliating exposure. To my surprise, the new position of my feet
effectively removed any ability I had to keep my bottom clenched.

Holding me spread with one hand, I then felt the tip of Miss Balsam's finger
at my most sensitive opening. She tickled me outside momentarily then slide
her long slippery finger deep into my body in one firm motion. She pulled it
out then pushed it all the way back in a slow twisting motion. The sensation
drove my hips down involuntarily pushing my cock deeper between her
thighs.

The finger withdrew leaving me feeling squishy behind. My body was
already a riot of conflicting sensations but Miss Balsam wasn't done with
me yet.

For a moment or two she just held me still then I felt the prickly feeling 
of
the bristle side of the hairbrush stroking my already sensitive bottom.

"Yes Michael, it's my brush and in a moment you're going to make its
acquaintance."

It was a another moment or two before I realized what we were waiting for
and I moaned as I did.

What had started as a squishy then tickling sensation deep in my rectum and
in the ring of my anus was now becoming uncomfortably warm. The Vics
which would have normally warmed my chest to treat a cold was having a
much more pronounced effect as a lubricant.

At the first sign of my involuntary squirming, Miss Balsam stopped stroking
me with the bristle side of the brush and turned it over to finish warming 
me
on the outside. The hairbrush spanking was fast and furious and almost
instantly had me in tears. I was quivering when a couple of minutes later it
stopped.

Miss Balsam held me, stroking my back and buttocks with her hand until my
crying settled down to sniffles.

"Your spanking is over Michael but when you're punished by me, some
embarrassment will go with the lesson to make sure you remember it."

At that I felt my hot buttocks spread again and a new touch at the hot 
circle
of my anus. I realized right away what it was as it pushed past my sphincter
muscle. The rounded handle of the hairbrush slid deep into me until I could
feel the bristles against my bottom.

"Back in the corner young man, and get those hands back onto your head."

With the brush stuck ridiculously from my behind and my cock still stuck
straight out in front, I shuffled forward to the designated corner to wait
another ten minutes with my bottom on fire outside and smoldering inside.

I had pretty much calmed down when I was told to turn around and
approach Miss Balsam again at her easy chair.

This time she was holding a ruler in her hand and for a moment I thought I
was to be spanked again.

Miss Balsam reached out with the ruler and tap lightly at my stiff cock. It
bobbed crazily at the sensation. My hands were still locked on top of my
head and I stared stupidly as the edge ruler now moved to scrape along the
bottom of my cock from top to bottom.

"Hmm, still aroused are you?" she chuckled. Very well, you may relieve
yourself."

My eyes were wide. Surely I couldn't have understood her properly.

"Go on, pull on it," I was told firmly.

I still couldn't believe it. Miss Balsam's eyes raised to mine. "Now," She
said.

In a daze I lowered my hand to my cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. It
didn't take long. I was so worked up that a few short strokes later my body
clenched up to start an orgasm. The hairbrush handle still buried deep in me
held firm against my spasming anus as I cried out and watched my cock
spurt over and over onto the hardwood floor.

Miss Balsam smiled at me. "You can clean that up in a moment. All right,
back over my lap."

Again, I put myself over her warm thighs wondering if I'd again be in for
more punishment. Almost immediately I felt Miss Balsam's touch on the
end of the brush still lodged deep in my bottom. It was twisted then teased 
in
and out for a few moments before being completely removed. I felt twinges
from my just-spent cock at the sensation. My bottom was still burning hot
inside and I was grateful for the next touch of Miss Balsam's fingers
covered in cold cream as she once again deeply lubricated me. This time the
cold cream had a soothing sensation. My cock rose harder at the sensation.

It was over quicker than I'd thought and with my cock once again hard, Miss
Balsam had me stand again. Without asking my hands went back to the top
of my head causing a small smile from my tormentor.

"Back in the corner for another few minutes Michael," she said.

Dutifully I shuffled back into the corner, my engorged member at attention
as I heard Miss Balsam leave the room.

My bottom was down to a dull, deep warmth when she re-entered the room
and had me dress and leave.

It was my first spanking by Miss Balsam but by no means my last. From
then on my mom would bring me over to Miss Balsam's on a regular basis.
Sometimes she'd stay and watch me be punished and teased, sometimes I'd
be left on my own. On a couple of occasions I'd find other women at Miss
Balsam's. To my intense embarrassment they would be permitted to view
my punishment in its entirety.

The routine varied from time to time but it always included me stripping
completely and always included my bottom ending up hot both inside and
out. You think I'd get used to the feel of that brush sticking out of my
bottom but I never did. It was always an erotic, scary experience. I did get
used to going into Miss Balsam's and immediately stripping completely and
going to the living room corner to stand with my hands on my head. It was
what was expected of me. I still remember the first time Miss Balsam's hand
touched my always-erect cock and assisted me to my completion.

There are a few moments that stand out firmly in my mind of punishments
that would come. The first is when I arrived to the living room to find a
young woman about my age in one of the corners. I was stunned. She was
completely naked and facing one of the corners. She was very attractive at
least from behind. Her bottom was red from what was obviously a recent
spanking and, just like me, she had the famous hairbrush sticking out from
her perfectly rounded bottom. So that's what it looks like I though to 
myself.

For a moment I froze, not knowing what to do. Then, I figured that obeying
my instructions was probably the best course. I quietly stripped and put
myself into the corner. Miss Balsam's entered a few moments later.

"Come here Sara," she said.

I listened as the young lady shuffled over. I heard Sara bending over Miss
Balsam's lap and heard her gasp then moan as she was teased and
manipulated much as I was. The cry of her orgasm must have been
embarrassing for her.

As I was called over to that same lap a few moments later, Sara was back in
the corner. She stayed there through my entire punishment, making it one of
the more embarrassing one of my life.

I saw Sara several times over the next year in that same position. I would
find out much more about her than I had ever counted on.

The other moment that stands out firmly in my mind was a glimpse only but
validated what I had expected for a long time. Miss Balsam had been over at
our house while I was at school. When I came home, she was just leaving
and smiled at me as I entered.

I went right up to my room to change into something more comfortable and
as I did so, I was stunned to catch sight of my mother in her bedroom. She
was standing, naked in the corner of her room, nose in the corner and, like
she had often seen me, with a hot and red bottom. Her own hairbrush was
clearly visible sticking from between her buttocks.

I stared, fascinated for a moment, but there was really nothing that I could
do. I went to my room and changed. When I came out, her door was closed.
We never spoke of the incident.

About a year after I first met Sara, I finally met her in a social setting. 
Miss
Balsam invited Mom and me over for supper. Sara was there and for the
longest while I couldn't look her in the eye. She turned out to be Miss
Balsam's niece. It turned out that my mom and Miss Balsam were working
on being matchmakers. They figured Sara and I would be a good match. I
didn't realize how right they were until Sara and my first date.

We ended up back at her place and before I knew exactly what I was getting
into, I found myself naked and standing in the corner of her room! She had
learned well from her aunt and then some. We've been together ever since.

Sara has her own style and expects me to perform for her once I've had my
attitude adjusted. She's taken great delight in trying all kinds of methods 
of
doing so. From time to time she even demonstrates for my mom and her
aunt. I find those moments the most embarrassing.

One thing that almost never changes and that it how I'm expected to wait for
her ministrations once my warm up spanking is complete. It's how I'm
waiting right now, in the corner with the long handle of her hairbrush 
buried
deep in my bottom. She says I'm in for a special treat tonight. I can hardly
wait.

78 Camping Trip

It had sounded like a great idea, a long weekend of camping in Canada's
Algonquin Park. While it was quite a drive and not Karen's first overnight
camping trip, it was her first trip with the new friends she'd met since she
and her family had moved here.

It had taken a little time for the shy 17 year-old to settle in with the new
crowd at her high school. Having Bobby ask her out had changed all that.
Bobby was one of the more popular guys at school and as soon as Bobby
had taken an interest, Karen had found herself hanging with the "in" crowd
during and after school.

Being popular was not unknown territory for Karen. She was stunningly
attractive. A mix of Midwestern American and Mexican blood had resulted
in a dark, sultry look. Karen's hair was brunette and her eyes a liquid 
hazel.
Her skin was dark enough for her to look perpetually tanned.

As an active athlete, Karen's body was firm and tanned. Her still-growing
breasts were a firm and rounded B-cup. Her long legs showed the firm
muscles of a distance runner. It was a look Bobby found irresistible.

Going out with Bobby had turned out to be a surprisingly wonderful
experience. While not completely sexually inexperienced (she was, after all
on the pill), Karen was happy that Bobby seemed patient about going "all
the way". Certainly he wasn't running into any resistance. There was
something about Bobby's quiet, confident manner and touch that turned
Karen on like a light switch. When Bobby had told Karen about the
wilderness canoe trip, he had hinted that it would be a perfect opportunity 
to
do "whatever they wanted".

Karen's Mom and Dad had put up a surprisingly token resistance. Karen
figured being only two months away from her 18th birthday was a big factor.
Bobby's confidence had won them over too. The trip would be with a party
of six - three girls and three guys. They would be starting and finishing 
from
the Long Lake ranger station. According to Bobby, they would be out of
sight and touch with civilization within minutes of starting their trip. It 
was
an area the group knew very well from previous trips.

The week before going had been a hectic race of getting ready. Karen and he
two co-voyager girlfriends had gotten together throughout the week to make
sure they had everything.

Barb and Susan had taken Karen under their wing to make sure she would
be able to find everything she needed. On Thursday night, the evening
before leaving, attention had turned to bathing suits. Susan had come across
Karen's rather worn Speedo while packing.

"C'mon, we've got to get you a new suit!" exclaimed the pretty blond.
"Unless, of course, you're planning on not turning Bobby on at every chance
you get." Susan gave Karen a wicked look that told Karen that she knew
exactly what might happen this weekend. "C'mon. I could use a new suit
too."

An hour later the two teens dashed into the local Mall's Bikini Village.
Susan headed over to her familiar one-piece territory but Susan wouldn't
hear of it.

"You've got a great body girl! Time to show it off."

Susan grabbed Karen by the arm and dragged her through the more
revealing suits starting with the skimpiest of bikinis. With several choices
under her arm, Susan pulled her friend right into the changing room and
started peeling off clothes.

"Don't dawdle," she said.

Karen reluctantly started following suit. To her surprise Susan stripped
completely naked!

"Hey," whispered Karen. "We're supposed to leave our underwear on."

"So what?" replied Susan giggling. "Besides, I almost never wear any."

As Susan straightened up, Karen got another shock. Susan's public hair was-
-gone! She was completely bare down there just as though she was 10 years
old.

Karen averted her eyes and started stripping herself. When she got down to
her bra and panties she hesitated. Susan, now half-dressed in the bottom of
an outrageous thong bikini caught her eye and gave her a look as if to say
'You're not chicken are you?' Closing her eyes, Karen pulled her panties
down and reached back for the claps of her bra.

Karen always removed her bra last. It wasn't that she had small breasts, 
they
were just fine. But she had inherited one thing from her mother that
embarrassed her. Her nipples were huge. They were the biggest of any she
had ever seen. Dark brown, like her mother's, they were at least 3/4 of an
inch long and almost an inch thick. Even when soft they protruded and were
almost never soft. It was to keep them covered that Karen virtually always
wore a bra. Susan's eyes widened a bit as they came into view.

"You sure are pretty," she said. Then, pointing at Karen's nipples she said,
"I'll bet Bobby loves those."

Karen blushed and raised her hands in a vain attempt to cover the erect
buttons.

Susan's eye lowered somewhat to Karen's neatly trimmed bush. "I can give
you a hint though," she said. "If you want to really capture Bobby's
attention, I'd think about shaving it bare. That's how Bobby likes it, I
promise. If you disappear that muff, you'll go a long way to turning him 
into
a red-hot pistol."

"I-I-I'll think about it" was the best Karen could come up with but the
thought stuck in her mind.

The girls went through several swimsuits before making their selections.

Susan went with a string bikini that was tight enough to split and outline 
her
shaved pussy mound. Karen was sure it would also become almost
transparent when wet.

Karen ended up with a more conservative no-strap black suit that her firm
breasts would have to hold up. While still a one-piece, it was the most
daring bathing suit Karen had ever worn. There were large cut-outs on the
sides and a transparent mesh panel both front and back that left her back
virtually bare to the top of the crack in her bottom. The suit was also so
high-cut that Karen would have to raise her bikini line with a razor that
night.

Once safely back home and with Susan home finishing her own packing,
Karen leisurely finished storing what else she needed in her backpack and
settled into a hot bath, her last for the next 3 days. She was soaked,
shampooed and relaxed before Karen finally turned her attention to her
bikini line.

Idly playing with her curly brown muff, Karen found herself getting turned
on. She thought of Bobby and how he had unresistingly held her wrists over
her head last weekend with one hand while the other hand had gently opened
her blouse and unclasped her front-closing bra (she had worn it with just 
this
opportunity in mind). Karen closed her eyes and stretched her hands up
above her in the bathtub. Gliding one hand down she grasped one of her
thick nipples in one hand and rolled it, just as Bobby had done. Like her
boyfriend, Karen pinched the nipple suddenly and gasped as the memory of
the sensation and the sensation itself seemed to blur together.

Karen opened her eyes and, with a visible effort, removed her fingers. She
didn't dare slide them lower. She knew already her fingers would find a
slippery, welcoming slit.

"Whew! Better save that for the weekend," Karen murmured to herself.
Taking her razor, she back to carefully trim back her curly brown patch of
hair on both sides to make sure nothing would poke out from the new
swimsuit. Working slowly to make sure she wouldn't nick herself, Karen
narrowed the covering to a two-inch wide strip. Karen tugged at the remains
thoughtfully.

'Aw - what the hell,' she thought. With an impetuous swipe, Karen slid the
razor right through the center of the hair that was left. She had already 
taken
care of the hair on her lower lips but it still took several more minutes of
concentration before Karen put the razor down. Her pubis was now as bare
as the day she was born. Karen could clearly see her two puffy lips for the
first time in almost eight years. She didn't realize that she would not 
cover
her pussy with hair again for almost another 25 years. It was sexier, Karen
decided as she got out of the bath and got ready for bed.

Morning came all too quickly and Karen was anxious to get her trip
underway. Still, there was a whole day of school ahead of her before the
drive to the park that evening. Pulling on her panties, Karen felt the
strangeness of her new "bare" look. With her short denim skirt on she
looked in the mirror just like normal. Underneath though, she felt more than
naked. She wondered if anyone would notice.

Every step at school seemed to accentuate the exposing feeling but no one
seemed to notice anything.

"So, all packed?"

Karen jumped. She hadn't seen Susan come up behind her.

"Yeah, I'm all ready and, you know what else?"

Susan shook her head.

"I did it last night, just like you said."

Susan looked confused for a moment until Karen pantomimed shaving her
face. Understanding swept across Susan's face leaving her with a wicked
grin. "Everything?"

"Everything! Just like you," Karen whispered. Her pussy seemed to tingle as
she confessed. It was as though it knew it was being talked about.

"Bobby's going to flip!" said Susan.

"Hope so!" said Karen over her shoulder as she headed off to class. 'I'll 
see
you at 3:00."

The day passed in a blur. Finally the time to leave had come. With her five
friends packed into the jeep and their gear in the back, the troop headed
north. Canoes would be rented at the park. It was a four-hour drive and the
group checked into the park almost on time at 7:15pm.

Arrangements for canoes and gear had been made weeks in advance. After
collecting everything they needed for an early-morning start, the 6 teens 
set
up tents nearby in the designated campground amongst the many over-night
campers. It didn't take long to set-up the three tents and a short while 
later
the group was sitting by a campfire sipping hot chocolate and making plans
for the morning.

It was close to midnight when the 3 couples split off to get some rest for 
the
morning. Karen was nervous. It was the first time she had ever slept with a
boy and she wasn't sure exactly how things were supposed to go. Bobby
quickly stripped down to his skivvies and slipped into his sleeping bag.
Propping himself up on one elbow, he watched as Karen slowly took off her
running shoes and socks. Turning her back on her boyfriend, Karen reached
down and pulled off her shorts. Reaching under her T-shirt, she unclipped
her bra and pulled it through her sleeves. Then, in her panties and T-shirt,
she too slipped into her sleeping bag to await what might come next.

Bobby smiled. "Give me your hands," he said.

Looking curiously, Karen held out her hands. Bobby turned and opened a
zipper of his knapsack. Karen's eyes widened as he pulled out a coil of
cotton rope. Without speaking, Bobby gently wound the rope around
Karen's outstretched wrists then tied them together. Karen let Bobby pull
her hands above her head to tie them to the base of the tent pole.

Karen was covered both by her sleeping bag and her T-shirt yet she had
never felt more exposed. Bobby leaned over now to give her a long warm
and wet kiss. It seemed to go on forever. It made her so hot that Karen
moaned.

Bobby fingers reached to the zipper of Karen's sleeping bag. A few short
moments later Karen was covered only by her T-shirt. Bobby pulled up,
sitting beside the helpless girl. Karen was squirming with the heat she was
feeling all through her body. Bobby reached down and grabbed the hem of
Karen's T-shirt. Pulling slowly, he gradually lifted it higher and higher.
Karen, of course could do nothing; not that she wanted to. She closed her
eyes and felt the edge of her shirt now touch the bottom of her breasts.
Bobby dragged the edge over her nipples as he exposed her chest completely
to his gaze. Karen knew her nipples must be hard. They were aching.

Karen kept her eyes closed. She holding her breath, waiting. First she felt
the whisper of his warm breath. It was just over her left nipple. 'Oh God,'
she thought just as Bobby's mouth descended to suck her nipple deep into
his hot mouth. Karen thought she'd pass out at the sensation as a small cry
tore past her lips.

Bobby's mouth pulled up. Karen's nipple made a popping sound as he
pulled too far for it to stretch. Karen sucked in air in a gasp.

Now Bobby took a nipple in each hand. Karen could feel him rolling them.
In one firm motion, he squeezed and pulled. Karen gasped again as her
backed arched up trying to follow her nipples. Bobby held them, fully
extended for a long moment as Karen opened her eyes then he let her down.

"Oh please Bobby," said Karen in a throaty whisper.

"Please? Please what?" he asked smiling. His fingers never left her nipples.
They were teasing, stroking, rolling constantly.

"Please... do anything."

Bobby smiled at her. "Anything?"

"Oh God, Yes!" said Karen.

Bobby lay back down, propped again on one elbow.

"Pretty hot huh?" he asked. Bobby's left hand traced little lines up and
across Karen's breasts.

"Uh huh," moaned Karen.

"And do you like this?" he asked, tracing little patterns around Karen's
bound wrists.

Karen nodded. She hadn't thought it would make any difference but it did.
Being helpless and in Bobby's control had turned her young body on like
never before.

"I love it," she said honestly.

"Good," he smiled.

'Now.' Karen thought. Now it would happen. After all, she was completely
helpless. Now surely he'd pull down her panties and make love to her.

No one could be more surprised than she when Bobby gently pulled her T-
shirt back down and even more surprised when he pulled her sleeping bag
back up to cover her completely.

"Don't you want to, you know, do it?" asked Karen.

"Oh yes, you have no idea how much, but not now. I'm waiting until
tomorrow night. Can I tie you up tomorrow again? I promise it'll be hottest
night you've ever had! Tomorrow I'll do 'anything' to you, just like you
asked."

"Sure," said Karen. "It makes me hot. Are you going to untie me now?"

"Only when I'm ready," said Bobby softly.

"Ok," said Karen.

Karen closed her eyes and, for the first time, fell asleep with her wrists
bound. It would not be the last.

The early morning sun was streaming into the tent when Karen awoke. Her
wrists were no longer tied. 'Did I dream it?' wondered Karen. Checking her
wrists she found she had not. The marks of the ropes still showed where they
had held her overnight.

"Hey sleepy head, it's time to rise and shine." It was Susan. Pull on your
bathing suit and some shorts. It's time for breakfast."

Karen got dressed quickly in her new swimsuit and her cut-offs and poked
her head outside. The weather was perfect. Everyone else was up already
and the smell of bacon and eggs was already coming from the Coleman
stove.

Everyone was anxious to get onto the water so breakfast and striking camp
was a quick affair. After a last trip to the restrooms to enjoy a final
acquaintance with running water, the group was ready.

Virtually everyone was an experienced canoeist and the group made good
time up Long Lake. As promised all signs of civilization disappeared within
ten minutes of leaving the ranger station. Given the vastness of this
Canadian park, it was unsurprising that the group would not meet another
traveler until they returned.

The scenery was spectacular and Karen, like the others, thoroughly enjoyed
herself. To her surprise, Barbara quickly doffed her bikini top followed
closely by Susan. Karen was envious at how easy it seemed to them. She
just couldn't seem to do it. Baring herself for Bobby was one thing. That
was hard enough. But out here? In front of everybody? Karen didn't think
she'd ever been able to do that.

Lunch was beside a beautiful waterfall that was part of an extended series 
of
rock pools. Everyone ended up swimming and cooling off from the
increasing heat. The canoes were portaged around the falls and the afternoon
found them on an even more secluded lake.

The group pulled up to an island in mid-afternoon.

The island was a good size and each of the three couples headed to a
different site to set up camp.

Karen was delighted. Now she had Bobby all to herself. Maybe even she
could go topless, she thought.

With the tents pitched and everything stowed away, the group reconvened
for a late afternoon dinner in a clearing near the center of the island.

"We're off for some private time," said Bobby after everything was cleared
away. "Remember, don't call us, we'll call you."

Everyone chuckled.

"Have a great evening you two lovebirds," called Susan as they got up to
leave.

Karen blushed as Bobby led her by the hand back to their part of the island.

As they got back to their clearing, bobby asked Karen if she had to go to 
the
bathroom. Karen shook her head.

"Remember what I asked you last night?" he asked.

"About being tied up again?" Karen blushed again as she remembered the
evening before. Just the memory made her feel hot and squishy.

"Uh huh. Are you ready now?" asked Bobby.

"Right now?"

"Right now." Bobby wrapped his hands around Karen from behind in a big
bear hug and blew softly on her long exposed neck.

"Ok", she whispered.

Bobby turned and pulled a large bundle of rope from his pack. Taking one of
Karen's hands in his, Bobby gently wrapped the end of the rope around her
wrist. Bobby started a second length of rope around Karen's other hand.
Now with both hands individually bound Karen looked questioningly at her
boyfriend. Bobby smiled.

Taking first the end of the rope attached to her left hand, Bobby pulled the
rope up and through a fork in a tree that was about eight feet in the air.
Bobby tied the rope loosely. Now taking the rope on her right wrist, Bobby
threw the end through a fork in the tree to her right. Karen couldn't help 
but
wonder at the perfect placement of these trees. Bobby must have known
exactly what he had planned. The trees were perhaps six feet apart and had
matching forks at just the right height.

With the ropes now firmly tied, Karen's arms were pulled up and wide apart.
The position was not uncomfortable but Karen was definitely helpless. She
pulled at the ropes, testing them to no avail. They were strong and
unyielding. Karen felt a shiver run through her. It was a definite turn on.

Karen looked around. Bobby was back at his knapsack. With her arms
stretched up, the top of her bathing suit slipped a bit. As she had all day,
Karen reached down to tug it up. It was, by now, just a reflex. The ropes, 
of
course, held firm. Karen realized in a heartbeat just how helpless she was.
'Oh well,' she thought, 'I probably won't have my bathing suit up much
longer.'

Bobby was back in front of her.

"Comfortable?"

Karen nodded.

Bobby reached up with a sleeping mask, the kind people sometimes use on
planes when they're trying to shut out the light.

"I'm going to cover your eyes," he said.

Karen's eyes went wide but she didn't say anything as Bobby carefully
adjusted the blindfold over her eyes.

Karen could feel the late afternoon sun but she could no longer see it.

Now she felt Bobby's hand, sliding up her long legs, cupping and squeezing
her bottom, sliding along her outstretched arms to her sides. Karen could
feel her heat rise from the simmer it had been on all day to a low boil in 
an
instant.

Her moan was involuntary.

"Now, now, we can't have you making too much noise." Bobby chuckled.
Karen heard him rustling around then sensed him right in front of her again.
His lips were warm and soft as he kissed her sensuously on the mouth.
Karen let her body lean into his as she opened her mouth to kiss him fully.
Their tongues danced against each other for a moment before Bobby pulled
back. Karen leaned her head forward, unable to see but seeking his mouth
again.

Bobby's fingers caressed her cheek. Karen felt his thumb on her lower lip
and let him pull it down, opening her mouth again. Softly, silkily, he slid 
his
thumb deeper into her mouth.

"Suck," he whispered.

Karen did. It was one of the hottest sensations she had ever had. She licked
and sucked and moaned just as if she was giving her boyfriend a blow job.
Bobby finally pulled his thumb from her mouth.

"Good Girl," he said caressing her cheek again. "Now open wide."

Karen opened her mouth as wide as she could. Bobby reached up and Karen
felt something rubbery being pushed inside her mouth. The rubber ball filled
her mouth completely. Karen went to bite down on it and found she now
could not completely close her jaw. She went to speak, to ask Bobby what
he was doing but the only sound that came out was a muffled "Mmmph!" A
soft leather strap around the back of her head held the ball in place.

"Shhhh," said Bobby. "It'll just keep you from making too much noise. Now
Bobby's tongue explored further. He licked her neck then one earlobe.
Karen twisted but Bobby's found first one ear then the other. Karen squealed
into the rubber ball as his tongue made contact there. The sensation was 
like
throwing an electric current into her pussy. She was instantly soaked.

Bobby's fingers again traced her outstretched arms from her bound wrists,
down her underarm to her sides. Karen's squirming had helped her swimsuit
to slip to the tops of her nipples and now, finally, Bobby helped it some
more. Bobby dragged the elasticized top downward across Karen's over-
erect dark brown nipples, then further, leaving her exposed all the way to 
her
belly button. Bobby's hands traced down to her nipples now, tweaking them
simultaneously. Karen was so hot she was sure she'd have an orgasm right
now and that just from his teasing her nipples!

The hands roamed lower. Karen could feel Bobby untying her Reeboks.
Gently he lifted first one foot then the other, leaving her barefoot on the 
soft
earth. Strangely, the sensation of being barefoot made Karen feel even more
naked than being bare-breasted. The invisible hands were at her waist now,
undoing her cut-offs. A moment later, they were in a puddle at Karen's feet.

'This is it,' thought Karen. 'Now he's going to see everything.' Bobby's
fingers grasped the top of Karen's swimsuit and began tugging it down, an
inch at a time. The anticipation was too much for young girl. As the suit
uncovered her last secret, a new bare pubis, Karen could feel Bobby's breath
blowing on it. Karen pushed her hips forward, desperate to feel his touch on
a very hot, soaking wet pussy. Her bathing suit joined her shorts in a 
puddle
around her feet and again Bobby lifted first one foot then the next to 
remove
them.

Karen was now completely bare and completely helpless. She sensed Bobby
standing in front of her.

"I love it that you did this for me," he whispered as one hand slide down to
cup Karen's silky smooth mound. "You're wet." Bobby's middle finger was
now splitting Karen's engorged lower lips. It was slick with her juices.
"Does this make you hot?"

"MM Hmmm," she moaned.

"Are you ready to keep your promise and do anything for me?" he asked.

Karen nodded again. Bobby's fingers were now toying with her rock-hard
nipples again.

"Every part of you will be teased, stimulated. Do you understand?"

Karen nodded. She sure hoped so.

"It's going to be the hottest night of your life," he whispered.

Karen could feel and hear him moving again. Back to the tent? To his
knapsack? What else was in that damn knapsack?

It was a couple of minutes later before she felt his touch again. This time 
it
was at her ankle. More rope wound itself around her ankle and was then tied
to the side. The other ankle was next. Karen could easily imagine her new
position. With her arms and legs both spread wide she was like an offering
to the Gods. She imagined for a moment someone canoeing by and seeing
her and realized in surprise that the thought turned her on!

Bobby's touch returned. This time Karen could smell the unmistakable scent
of baby oil just before Bobby starting rubbing it onto her. He started at 
her
arms and worked downward. He paid special attention to her thick sensitive
nipples before moving lower. Karen's pussy scarcely needed lubrication but
even her puffy lower lips were covered in the slippery oil.

When he had finished her front, Bobby moved behind her. Her covered her
shoulders and back generously then moved to her bottom. Karen felt
Bobby's oil covered hand reach right between her legs from behind until it
was resting on her belly. With his middle finger pushing harder than the
others he pulled downward across Karen's sensitive clit, through her soaked
pussy lips and up between her buttocks, he middle finger running right
across her anus as he did so.

Karen squeaked softly at the sensations and again as he did it a second 
time.
The third time, Bobby paused with the tip of his very slippery finger right
over the crinkled opening of Karen's anus.

Karen felt Bobby's face near her ear. "Do you like being played with here?"

Bobby wiggled the tip of his finger against her anus. Karen gasped through
her nose. 'How did he know?!' Karen had been playing with her bottom
since she first played 'Doctor' at the age of eight. It was one of the 
things
she loved most about playing with herself. Karen was one of the only people
she knew who liked having her temperature taken rectally as a child and had
discovered many other objects to push in there also. Small carrots,
candlesticks, or her favorite, a hairbrush handle, had all seen time in her
rectum while she brought herself to orgasm. Now, how could Bobby had
possibly known that? Karen could feel the heat of a blush start in the roots 
of
her hair and flush downward past her face to the top of her chest.

"Well?" Bobby whispered.

Karen nodded her head then let it hang down, embarrassed.

"Good. It's going to be played with tonight."

Bobby finished covering the young teen in oil then stepped back. It was
obvious Karen was turned on. She couldn't stand still. Constantly squirming
in her bonds, she was stretching, looking to be touched. 'Well,' thought
Bobby. 'She's going to have no shortage of that tonight!'

Bobby leaned forward to put his lips near Karen's ear again. "Are you ready
now?"

Karen nodded. If she got anymore ready, she'd explode right here.

"Good," said Bobby. "Then I want you to be very quiet and listen and feel
what's happening around you."

Bobby stepped back several feet then knelt down.

Karen frowned under her blindfold. 'What did he mean?' She was ready
now! The sounds of the trees and the gentle breeze took up all of her
hearing. Where was Bobby? Each moment that passed raised her
anticipation further. What would he do to her body? Where would he touch
her next?

Karen held her breath, listening. The crack of a twig made her swivel her
head. Was he to her left? She listened again. A slight rustle made her turn
her head again. Was he in front of her? Karen felt his warm breath an 
instant
before his hot wet tongue touched the tip of her left nipple. "MMMmmm"
she moaned. It felt so good. The tongue swirled around the long brown
nubbin then it sucked the nipple in, delicately, warmly the nipple was
alternately sucked in hard then soft in a soft rhythm leaving Karen feeling
like her nipple was fucking his mouth.

Suddenly a second tongue touched Karen's right nipple. "MMpph!" she
exclaimed but, of course, no words came out. 'Who was that!?' thought
Karen but then the second mouth sucked her nipple right in and started
pumping it.

Karen's head was a jumble of sensations and thoughts. She couldn't keep
them all straight. The first mouth left her left nipple and was replaced by 
a
soft hand.

Now Karen felt a warm breath on the soaking wet lips of her pussy. The hot
tongue that had just left her nipple slid in a long slow lick up Karen's
smooth pussy. It effortlessly parted the puffy lips to swipe deeply into
Karen's molten juices. At the top of its voyage the tip found Karen's
engorged and under-attended to clitoris. It had been so erect that it was
almost fully uncovered by its habitual protective hood.

The tongue took another long languorous swipe and when it found Karen's
clit again Karen felt the hot mouth suck it right in. Her squeal was
involuntary. She was a millimeter from coming right there.

Karen felt the second mouth leave her nipple and rise up to come close to
her ear.

"Like that?" It was Susan! "Barb loves sucking a girl's clit. She does such 
a
good job at it too."

Karen's eyes opened wide under the blindfold. Susan and Barb! The mouth
holding her clit hostage was suddenly in motion. Barb's tongue thrashed
back and forth across Karen's erect clit.

Susan's fingers grasped each of Karen's nipples and started rolling them.
But it was Susan's tongue dipping into Karen's ear that set her off. Karen
squealed into her gag and pulled at the ropes with all her might as her body
tried to turn itself inside out. Just as she started to calm down, Barb's 
still-
licking tongue started first one aftershock, then another. It was the most
powerful and explosive orgasm Karen had ever had, and at the hands of two
girls too!

As Karen's consciousness swam back to the land of the living, she realized
that Barb was still between her legs but now gently lapping Karen's still
puffy outer lips. Susan was standing right beside Karen straddling one of 
her
bound legs. Karen realized with a shock that Susan was naked too! She
could feel Susan's warm full breasts pressed to her side and the feeling of
Susan's smooth pussy was pushed against Karen's upper thigh.

"Hey, that's just the warm up," whispered Susan. "Now, if you promise not
to talk, not to say anything, I can take off that gag."

Karen nodded.

Susan's hands left Karen's still-hard nipples and reached behind her head to
release the strap. As she pulled the ball from Karen's open mouth, Susan
leaned forward to cover it with her own. Karen pulled back for a moment
then gave in. Susan's tongue found hers and in a moment, Karen was
pushing back in the hottest kiss she'd ever had. The sensations between her
legs added an intensity Karen could have never imagined.

It seemed to go on forever but finally Susan pulled back.

"Ready for more?" It was Bobby, murmuring into Karen's ear again. She
hadn't forgotten him.

"Oh God yes!" said Karen.

Susan pulled away from Karen's right leg. Karen could feel that her leg was
wet. 'Was that the oil or was Susan soaking wet too?' wondered Karen.

Barb got up now and a moment later Karen felt both her friends back at her
breasts. One set of delicate fingers rolled Karen's right nipple, pulling 
and
squeezing until, Karen thought, if it got any hotter it would burst. Now 
more
fingers pulled something over the nipple. 'An elastic?' Karen thought.

Whatever it was, it circled the base of the overlong, over-thick dark nipple
and squeezed it firmly. A moment later Karen felt it being pulled forward.
The doubled elastic had been tied in advance to a long string. Bobby held
the string firmly in one hand. Karen felt the nipple being tugged up and
outward as Bobby tied the end of the string to a branch several feet ahead 
of
the bound teen.

The left nipple was soon in a similar predicament, leaving Karen's B-sized
breasts pulled into soft cones by their tips.

Karen felt even more helpless than before as she sensed everyone moving
again. Someone was back kneeling between her legs, Barb, Karen guessed
by the questing tongue that lapped again at her wetness. The constant
stimulation of Karen's nipples was having a devastating effect. Karen could
feel herself starting to bubble again. She could feel Barb's hands reach
around her legs from the front and hold onto her rounded bottom.

Suddenly, softly yet firmly, Barb pulled Karen's buttocks wide open and
held her that way, completely exposed from behind. Karen could feel the
breeze waft across her crinkled oiled anus.

The tip of a warm finger touched it, circling the crinkled opening. Karen
held her breath. The finger was obviously very slippery and a moment after
it slid inside, at first just the tip. It was Susan's finger. Karen was sure 
of it.
Now in a slow twisting push, the long delicate finger penetrated as far as 
it
could, spreading the slippery lubricant that covered it over the walls of
Karen's rectum and her tight anal opening.

The finger withdrew only to enter again. This time more firmly, driving
deep into Karen's body. Karen went to push back on the finger but the
elastic restraints on her sensitive nipples pulled forward, adding to the
sensations. She couldn't help but gasp.

Now the touch at Karen's bottom was different. 'What was that!', she
wondered.

The first firm push answered her question as a mid-sized bead pushed past
he sphincter and into her body.

Barb had found her clit again and Karen didn't know whether to push
forward or backward to the riot of sensations attacking her body.

Susan's finger drove the bead deep and then started pushing the next bead
on the string past Susan's anal muscles.

Karen could feel herself teetering closer and closer to an orgasm. Even if 
she
wanted to speak she couldn't have now. Her breath was coming in ragged
gasps, her moans now more like sobs as the sixth bead was pushed deep up
inside her body.

Suddenly it all stopped!

Barb pulled away. Susan's hands pulled back. Karen could sense Barb and
Susan moving back to either side where they had started and now someone
else was right in front of her.

Bobby's fingers pulled the blindfold up and off, leaving Karen looking at
him and the orange and yellow and red and purple sunset behind him.

"Hey. Remember me?" he smiled.

Over Bobby's shoulder Ken and Paul were both standing, looking. Ken was
holding a video camera, Paul had a regular camera but Karen was past
caring.

Bobby leaned forward and Karen could feel his hardness against her belly.
He was completely naked.

Both girls leaned down to pull the elastics from Karen's nipples and each
sucked one right into their mouths as Bobby flexed his knees and brought
the swollen head of his cock to her soaking and spread open lips.

"Oh please do it!" Karen moaned.

Bobby obliged, thrusting upwards to fill her pussy to its depths with his
organ.

Karen knew it would not take long as Bobby began pumping into her. The
sensations at her nipples, her pussy and, indeed all over her body were too
much to hold together. Karen cried out as she began to climax in a major
way for the 2nd time that day. As she did so, Susan delivered her last 
surprise
of the day by pulling down on the string that disappeared into Karen's
bottom.

The sensation of the first bead pulling past her spasming anus sent Karen
completely over the edge. Every muscle in her body seemed to spasm at
once. Bobby felt her clamp down hard on his cock and it was enough to send
him over the edge too. Crying out himself, he thrust hard into Karen as he
began to spurt deep insider her body.

Susan had gotten to the second bead and then quickly the third. Each
rounded invader was pulled past over-stimulated nerve endings and muscles
desperate to clamp down on anything. When the last bead feel free and
Susan and Barb stood, Karen was hanging limply in her bonds, partly held
up by Bobby who didn't look too steady on his feet himself.

Everyone jumped to the ropes and in a moment Karen was in Bobby's arms
as he carried her to their tent.

It took only a few more moments to lay her in the sleeping bags which
Bobby had zipped together to make one large bag.

The two naked teens were soon curled up against each other, basking in the
after-glow of what had been the most spectacular climax either of them had
ever experienced.

"My God Bobby," murmured Karen into his shoulder. That was incredible.
I've never felt anything like it and I doubt I ever will again."

"Oh I don't know," chuckled Bobby. "Tomorrow night we thought we'd tie
Susan up."

Karen could hardly wait.

?? Lira's Story aka Police Lineup

I was sitting in my living room reading a magazine, when I was startled by
the ringing of the phone. I reached over and picked it up. "Hello" I said. I
heard the voice of my master on the other end saying, " Hi Lira. On your
way over here tonight I want you to run by the grocery store at 5th and
Division and pick up some beer for you and me tonight. Be sure you drive
Harris, to Juniper, to division and then from there, down Fifth to Grant 
till
you get to Harrison and then down Harrison till you get here. Now it is very
important you drive that exact route. I want you to leave your house at
exactly 7pm and I want you to be here by 7:45 pm. You understand your
instructions?"

"Yes, sir, I understand your instructions." I said.

At 6pm I took a shower and got dressed in the usual manner <skirt, blouse,
and no underwear>. I was backing out of the driveway at precisely 7 pm. I
drove the route instructed to the grocery store, went in and got the beer 
and
started the drive to my Master's house. I turned onto Harrison and started 
to
drive down the dark streets.

Suddenly, I noticed the blinking lights of what appeared to be a 
plain-clothes
police car. I pulled over to the side of the road, wondering what I had done
wrong. I glanced at my watch and noticed it was 7:30 and I knew I still had 
a
10-minute drive to my Master's home. I watched the person get out of the
car and approach mine.

"Would you please get out of your car, ma'am." He said.

"What did I do officer?" I asked.

"Just get out of the car ma'am." he said.

I opened the door and got out, very conscious of my lack of underwear. A
flashlight was shined in my eyes, blinding me. "Yes she matches the
picture."

The man said.

"Ma'am, please turn around and put the palms of your hands on the roof of
the car." the other man said.

"Why?" I asked.

The man in front of me grabbed my shoulder, turned me around and said
"Hands on the roof NOW!!!"

I put my hands on the car roof. I was trembling and wondering what this was
all about.

"Better frisk her to see if she is armed," the other man said. I then felt 
hands
slowly and carefully running down my body. They squeezed my breasts
making me gasp. Ran down my stomach and then over my hips. Then down
my legs. They didn't miss a spot. Then I felt them coming back up on my
inner legs. I started to protest and was told to shut up and standstill. My
inner thighs were checked.

"There are no weapons here."

"What did I supposedly do?" I asked.

"Ma'am we got a report from the grocery store at 5th and division, you
shoplifted a 12 pack of beer." the other man said.

"I paid for that." I protested.

"Not according to the clerk." the man behind me said. "You have a receipt to
prove that?

I said "Yes in the bag is the receipt."

The other man opened the door on the other side and reached in the bag. He
searched around, "Nope no receipt here."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I started to pull away from the car to look myself,
but was forced back against the car.

I then felt one wrist grabbed and put behind my back and then the other. I
heard the clicking of the handcuffs as they were placed around each wrist.

"There has to be a mistake. I paid for that beer." I said, my voice 
trembling.

"Well ma'am we have to take you down to the station until we can straighten
this all out." the man behind me said. The guy on the other side of the car
locked the door after he removed the bag with the beer. I was led back to 
the
other car and put in the back seat. One of the guys slid in next to me. The
other one got in the car behind the wheel and we drove off.

"Let's take her to the other office rather than to the main station." the 
guy
next to me said.

"Okay" said the other guy. About 20 minutes later we pulled up to a large
building. the car stopped and both men got out. I was helped out and we
walked through the front door of what appeared to be an empty building. I
was led to the elevator and the one man pushed 15. We rode up in the
elevator in silence. The elevator stopped at the 15th floor and the doors
opened. I was led down the hallway to an office. We entered the office and
there was a large desk with a man seated behind it.

"We have a shoplifter here and she has to be questioned and possibly
booked." one man said.

"You will find an empty room down the hallway to your right. Use that
one," said the man behind the desk.

I was led down the hallway and into the room. The room had 3 chairs, a
table, and a large mirror on the wall. There was also an intercom on the 
wall.
One of the men walked to the intercom and pushed the switch and said
"When the clerk gets here, let us know and we will get her in a line up for
possible identification."

"Okay" the reply came.

The handcuffs were released and I was told to sit in a chair. I was asked 
time
and time again why I stole the beer and I kept saying I hadn't done it. I 
got
upset at one time and stood up. I was immediately shoved back into the chair
and once again the handcuffs were applied.

As each moment went by I got more and more upset. The door opened and
in walked my master. I gasped and blurted out that I was accused of stealing
the beer I had bought you.

You smiled gently and said "Yes I know and this is all been arranged to give
you a very special evening. You will be going through the complete
procedure and I am going to take over for now. This will be no ordinary
booking. Thank you gentlemen for your help."

I smiled. You indicated first that I was going to have to go through a strip
search. You told me to take off all my clothes, which I did immediately. You
then told me to put my hands behind my head and link my fingers. You then
very carefully began to run your hands down my body. Your warm hands
caressing my body. I shivered and squirmed a little. You then rolled my
nipple between your finger and thumb until it was very hard. You reached in
your pocket and took out a pair of nipple clamps connected by a gold chain.
You slowly screwed the clamp down until my nipple was firmly gripped.
You then did the same thing with my other nipple. Then your hand moved
down and stroked my stomach and my hips and then down my outer thighs.

Finally you came back up my inner thighs and rubbed my pussy. I felt you
roll my clit and I moaned. You then inserted one and then two fingers into
my already wet cunt. You stroked my cunt and my clit until I was really
squirming. You stopped and removed your fingers and placed them at my
mouth. I licked them clean. You placed your hands on my shoulders and
forced me to kneel. I reached up and undid your pants and removed your
cock and began to lick and suck it.

After a little while you came in my mouth and I swallowed it.

You then pulled me to my feet and turned me around. You took one hand
and then the other and tied them behind me. You then led me down a
hallway to a large room with bright lights. You guided me to a wall and told
me to stand there. I could hear you talking to someone but I couldn't see
who it was. I then was instructed to turn to my right and then my left and
then with my back to wall and then with my front to the wall. I could hear
sounds from the back of the room. I then heard someone say that is her.

You came out of the shadows and told me that I had been identified
positively as the person who took the beer from the grocery store. Again I
protested that I had bought the beer. You just took me by my elbow and
guided me out of the room and down the hallway. My bare feet shuffled
along the hallway as I was pushed quickly. We went into the outer office
and past the guy sitting at the desk. He looked up and I felt his eyes scan 
my
naked body. I saw a smile begin.

I was led down another hallway and you stopped in front of a closed door.
You opened the door and pushed me into the dark room. You flipped on the
light and once my eyes adjusted to the light I saw this was no ordinary 
room.
On the walls was an assortment of paddles, whips, and other spanking
implements. I also noticed a cupboard. Also on the wall were pictures of
other people who had used this room....in various positions and locations.
There was also a large mirror that covered one whole wall. I noticed a beam
on the ceiling that had various eyehooks and pulleys and clips hanging from
it. On the floor I noticed clamps, eyehooks, and other things to tie ropes 
to.

I was pushed to a large vertical beam that had a ring near the top. On the
floor was a couple of shackles. You turned me around and pressed my back
to the beam.

I could feel the wood against my back. You released my hands momentarily,
but quickly re-secured them in front of me. You then walked to the cupboard
and got a carabiner which you snapped into the small loop you had left in
the rope that bound my hands.

"Put your hands over your head and snap the carabiner into the ring at the
top of the beam." you instructed in your firm voice. I was able to do that
after a few attempts. You walked over to the wall and took a whip-like item
from the wall. "Now you know that stealing anything is a crime and has to
be punished," you said matter-of-factly.

"But I didn't steal the beer." I said.

"If I said you stole the beer, you stole the beer. UNDERSTAND?" you said
raising your voice slightly.

"Yes sir." I said.

You took the whip-like thing <which had 10 or so strands of leather hanging
from a handle> and placed it at my lips. I kissed it. You then slowly ran 
the
strands across my body making sure my whole body felt the sensation of the
soft leather.

I felt it drag across my breasts, felt it cross my nipples and tug slightly 
at the
clamps on my nipples. I moaned softly. You dragged it across my stomach
and up and down my legs.

Finally you pulled it through my legs and cross my hot pussy. I was
squirming and you smiled. Quickly and without warning you pulled it back
and I felt the leather strands wrap around my stomach. You continued
striking me with the whip and I tried to move away from the continuous
strikes. But you were very skilled and each bow found me again and again.
You stopped for a second and your hand reached down and I felt your
fingers slide into my cunt.

"Nice and wet." You said. Then you backed away, your eyes roving my
body. You then stepped forward and turned me so I was facing the pole.
You told me to spread my legs and I felt the shackled close around them.
My legs were spread wide open and I was totally open and accessible. I tried
to turn my head to see what you were doing.

Then I felt the leather strands smack my ass and legs again and again.

Occasionally I could feel the sting as the strands wrapped around my pussy.
I was twisting and turning. With each blow I moaned louder and louder. You
would stop the peppering of the strokes occasionally to check to see how
wet my pussy was.

Then after numerous strokes, you plunged 3 fingers in my cunt and stroked
my clit until you felt I was close to an orgasm. Each time I got very close 
to
cumming you stopped. I was pleading, begging to be allowed to cum. I was
pulling at the bonds that held me securely in place. My head was rolling
from side to side. I wanted.... no, needed to cum. You kept denying me.

Suddenly I felt my hands released and I was forced to bend at the waist. I
heard the zipper of your pants as you unzipped them. Then I felt your cock
at the entrance to my cunt and suddenly you cock filled my hot wet cunt.
Your hands wrapped around my hips and I felt your cock caressing my cunt.
You begin to rhythmically move my hips and your hips so that my hips
came back to you as your hips came toward me. Your cock was buried
deeper and deeper with each stroke. I no longer could control my desire to
cum and I pleaded to be allowed to cum.

You said "Of course you may now cum, Lira" Suddenly the muscles of my
stomach contracted and my cunt milked your cock as we came together. Our
gasps and moans were one.

You continued stroking your cock in and out until you went soft. You then
lowered me to the floor and let me ride out the after effects of the mind
boggling orgasm that you had allowed me to have. I felt your hands stroking
me.

I felt your lips as they kissed my back. I felt my legs being released from 
the
shackles. As my breathing returned to normal you helped me to my feet and
guided me to a couch in the corner of the room. You pulled me down beside
you and slowly stroked me. I snuggled up close.

"Did you enjoy your experience tonight my little slave?" you asked.

"Yes I did," I replied.

You got up off the couch, went to a closet, and brought me my clothes. "Get
dressed and I will take you back to your car." you said. You then reached
over and removed the nipple clamps causing me to gasp as the blood rushed
back into the nipples. You stroked then gently and then let me get dressed.

As we walked out past the front desk you asked if the guys had enjoyed the
show.

They all smiled and I suddenly realized that the whole scene had been
observed by all the men. I blushed and hurried down the hallway to the
elevator. You drove me to my car and kissed me gently.

"Now my little slut, go home and get some sleep. I have lots more
experiences planned for you in the coming weeks." You said softly.

I said goodnight, climbed in my car and drove home. I undressed and laid
down on the bed and drifted off to sleep reliving this evenings experience
and wondering what you had in store for me in the coming days.

?? Patty's Rape

You are grabbed by three girls. You struggle, but these girls overpower you
and wrestle you to the floor. Two of the girls hold your arms and legs while
the third girl starts to unbutton your blouse. You threaten to scream if 
they
don't stop. The girl stops stripping you and starts to stuff a hot moist 
cloth
into your mouth.

After she has you gagged, she explains that they have come prepared for a
screamer. She tells you that this morning all three girls stuffed their 
panties
into their cunts and they have masturbated at least half a dozen times each.
She tells you that you are now sucking on her cum soaked panties and that
you will taste the others later.

She grabs the front of your blouse and rips it open. The girls holding your
arms pull off your blouse while the third girl opens your jeans and pulls
them down to your ankles. She lifts your legs to take your jeans off and you
start to kick. The girls grab your legs behind the knee and pull them open 
so
the third girl can get your jeans off. While you are held spread out, the 
third
girl takes a pair of scissors and cuts your bra straps and then snips 
between
the cups to expose your round, firm tits. She takes your nipples between the
thumb and forefinger of each hand and pinches them. She twists them and
pulls them until they are hard and erect. She then kisses and sucks on each
nipple.

Despite your resistance, her actions on your nipples are getting you very
aroused, even hotter than your boyfriend did the other night. She stops
sucking but keeps playing with your nipples. She explains that they are
sorority pledges and to get into the sorority they have to rape a sexy bitch
like you.

She grabs the elastic waistband of your panties and pulls at them so she can
snip the sides and pull your panties out from under your asscheeks. One of
the girls says "Now that we have this bitch bare, let's find out how tasty 
she
is". The third girl puts her hands down into your crotch and pulls your
cuntlips open. She puts her head down to your cunt and she slowly licks
from your tight ass pucker, up across your wet inner lips, up to your tender
clit. You wiggle, you squirm, but she pushes her tongue against your clit 
and
you get hotter. She moves her tongue down to your love hole and pushes it
in. You surrender to this hot lesbian rape and push your cunt against her
probing tongue. She pumps her tongue in and out making your juices flow.
You squirm again, this time in passion. You want to cum and this girl's
tongue is going to do it. She slides her tongue to your clit and licks at it 
very
fast. The tension in your cunt builds with each flick at your passion 
button.
She closes her mouth on your clit and sucks it into her mouth. This pushes
you over the edge. Your muscles tighten, your cunt juices flow, and you
cum like you have never cum before. She licks at your open cunt, lapping up
your flowing love cream.

When you recover from your orgasm, this cuntlicker changes places with
one of the girls holding your arms. This new girl takes the panties out of
your mouth and stuffs her own cum-soaked panties in to give you a second
taste of cunt. She moves away for a few moments. When she returns, she
kneels and kisses your creamy cunt. She moves toward your head gently
kissing your mound, your tummy, and your tits. She pushes her big bare tits
against yours.

A hard shaft pushes against your open slit. She tells you that now she is
going to rape you the way a boy would. She tells you that she has strapped
on a ten inch cock-shaped dildo and she is going to stick it into your cunt
and fuck you hard and fast. She pushes the head of that dildo against your
hot open slit. You squirm, but your movement only rubs your inner lips
against the head lubricating it. She pushes it into your cunt. She shoves 
all
10 inches into your hot, juicy hole. Your boyfriend has fucked you a few
times but his cock has never filled you the way this intruding tool is 
filling
you now. She pulls almost all the way out and then plunges back in. The
entire length of your love tunnel tingles. She pumps at your cunt. Your
juices begin to flow again.

She pumps harder, faster, banging away at your open fuck hole. You are
going to cum again. This girl, fucking you with a dildo, is going to make
you cum better than your boyfriend has. You buck, you push your cunt at
this impaling rod, you push your tits against hers, all the time sucking the
cum out of her panties. Your start to cum and toss your head back and forth.
All the girls laugh at your dildo-induced orgasm. Your cuntfucker pulls out
and plunges in deep and hard. She pulls out and plunges in again to bring
you to your climax. With every muscle tense, you finish cumming. Nothing
moves except your cum flowing out past that rod and down your asscrack.
Your cuntfucker pulls out and the girls let go of your arms.

They don't have to hold you any more. You are limp from the two best
creamings your cunt has ever had. The last girl takes the panties out of 
your
mouth and stuffs in her own. Now you have tasted the cum from all three
girls. They turn you face down on the tiled floor. They let you rest your 
head
on your folded arms.

Two girls massage your back and then your asscheeks. They pull your
asscheeks open and the last girl rubs a glob of grease on your asspucker.
You tense up, you have never let anyone put anything inside your tail. The
girl tells you that now she is going to strap on the dildo and rape your 
tight
ass. You squirm and shake your head NO. She tells you that you can barter
your way out of an assfuck. She tells you that she is willing to trade her
fucking your ass for you licking her cunt.

You hesitate, but then figure that it has to taste at least as good as the 
panties
you have been sucking on. You nod your head; YES. She moves in front of
you and lays back spreading her cunt before you. She takes the panties out
of your mouth and tells you to eat the real thing. You inch your way forward
and just as you get within reach, she grabs your head and pushes it against
her clean-shaven, and very juicy cunt.

The fragrance of her cunt overcomes any resistance you have and you
plunge your tongue between her smooth wet lips to search out her cream.
The girls tell you how to eat a cunt. How to lick her lips, how to stick 
your
tongue in and out to fuck her hole, how to rub your tongue against her clit,
and finally how to suck at her clit to make her cum. You make her cum, you
lap at her flowing cream like a hot lesbian bitch. After you have licked her
cunt clean, she moves behind you and the cuntlicker moves in front offering
her cunt for a licking. You plead with them, not to make you lick any more
cunts.

The last girl puts her greased finger against your tight asspucker and 
pushes
in. She gets it in to the first knuckle and starts to twist her finger 
around,
lubricating your asshole. She tells you to eat any cunt put in front of you 
or
they will fuck your ass. They will ALL fuck your ass.

With no more hesitation, you bury your tongue into this second clean-
shaven cunt. As you lick this juicy cunt, the last girl keeps moving her 
finger
in your ass. She keeps reminding you to lick that cunt good or you will get
your tight ass thoroughly fucked. You lick, you suck, you tongue fuck the
girl that gave you your first lesbian licking. You make her cum and again
you lap up every drop of cream that oozes out of her cunthole.

Now, the cuntfucker spreads her cunt in front of you and you dive into her
equally clean-shaven cunt. There is no hesitation in your cunt licking now.
You are so involved in making these cunts cum and eating their cream that
you don't notice that the girl now has her entire finger in your ass. The
cuntlicker puts her hand under you and starts to rub your clittie. The girl 
you
are licking begins to cum and you lap at her flowing cream. When you have
her licked clean you realized that your cunt and ass are getting fingered 
and
that you are going to cum again. You plead with them to stop, but your
orgasm peaks and you collapse on that freshly eaten cunt.

One girl takes the remnants of your panties and stuffs them into your cunt 
to
soak up your love juice. After you have recovered from your fingerfuck,
they take the panties out of your cunt and stuff them into your mouth. The
cuntlicker and cuntfucker take your arms and pull you to your knees. They
hold you so that you are leaning forward supported by them. They squeeze
and pinch your round, firm tits. The last girl gets behind you and pushes 
the
head of that dildo against your loosened ass pucker. You shake your head
NO, but she pushes the head in anyway. You try to resist but you have been
sufficiently stretched and lubricated that the head slips past your 
sphincter
muscle and into your virgin ass. They hold you like this for a few moments,
a fake cockhead in your ass, two girls squeezing your tits, and your own
cum-soaked panties in your mouth.

The assfucker reaches around you and puts her hands down into your crotch.
With one hand she finds and rubs your erect little clit. With the other, she
slips a finger into your creamy cunt hole. Holding on to your cunt, she
pushes that shaft up your ass. It fills you completely. You have never had
any sensation like this before. It hurts, it pleases, you push back and your 
ass
opens up to take that dildo all the way in. She starts to fuck your ass. 
There
is a lot more friction in your tail than in your cunt and you can feel that
cockhead move the entire length of your rear tunnel. Her fingers at your 
cunt
rub and probe and your juices flow again. They squeeze your tits and pinch
your nipples. Soon you are drenched in sweat and when your orgasm hits, it
overwhelms you. You collapse against these female rapists completely
satisfied with the sexual pleasures they have forced upon you.

They lower you to the floor and move away for a moment. A girl returns.
She kneels between your open legs. She spreads your reddened asscheeks,
and pushes the dildo into your ass again. You offer no resistance. You take
that cockshaped tool into you and fall off into a screaming sexual daze. The
second girl fucks your ass until the movement makes her cum. The third girl
straps on the dildo and takes her turn at fucking your ass.

When you wake up, you find yourself stark naked, spread out on the floor of
the restroom. Your hands are tied to the posts of the stalls, while your 
legs
are held up and open, your ankles tied to different sinks. You can still 
taste
the salty sweet cum on the panties in your mouth. Your cunt and ass are
loose enough and lubricated enough to take anything, and they have left you
two mementos: dildos in both your cunt and ass.

Been sucking long? You nod your head: YES. She moves in front of you
and lies back spreading her cunt before you. She takes the panties from your
mouth.


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