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Subject: {ASSM} "Night Prowler" NP-CH6a.TXT {Mmfff, beast, bondage, oral, anal}
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    An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler

              Chapter 6a: Initiation... Beast Of Burden

    Aug. 6

    Another month has already passed. I find it difficult to devote
    time in keeping the journal up to date. The bulk of my energies
    and efforts I've spent in perfecting the guests to my liking. This
    has left me both drained and contented at the end of each day and
    it has been all too easy to forgo the intended daily entries.

    The subs are all totally subservient. They comply gladly with
    whatever is demanded of them and usually are rewarded for their
    efforts. There seems to be no task too low, or too humiliating for
    them. They each have accepted their role and have learned to go
    with the flow, so to speak, rather than tempt the wrath of Pat.

    The metamorphosis which has taken place with Pat is both scary and
    astounding. I'd never have guessed the shy brunette who sat in
    front of me in accounting class, exuding a persona of a true
    bottom could ever have transformed herself into the she-wolf that
    she had become. Maybe it was an act that had thrown me, used to
    lull the unsuspecting students into her confidence, I dunno. She
    now was a woman possessed, taking great sexual satisfaction and
    stimulation in the domination and total humiliation of her
    servants. I had to keep a close eye on her so that she did not
    keep any of them tied too long or beat them too hard and long. She
    lusted at their pain, indignations and humiliation. She got so hot
    in her role that she alone could wear me to tetters, and I'd been
    working hard on my stamina via the numerous subjects.

    I allow Pat to sleep upstairs now. I've attached a strong chain
    to the bed, which I keep locked to her collar. Her arms are
    normally cuffed behind her. I don't know. There is just something
    about her that scares me. I'm afraid she might choke me in my
    sleep or bash my head in if her arms are free when I go to sleep,
    even though she would forever be chained to the bed. The key is
    safely hidden in another room, but there is a troubling suspicion
    in her metamorphosis.

    I've also attached chains to the posters at the foot of the bed.
    We choose one of the bottoms each night to be chained standing
    spread eagle at the foot of the bed for our amusement. I enjoy
    watching whoever it is licking my cum from Pat's pussy, or tongue
    fucking her ass, whatever we feel like. It's usually whoever has
    done the worst in the days activities, a final punishment of the
    day in a way. They get no sleep, chained and ball gagged to watch
    over us as we sleep; after we finish using them that is.

    Sept 12

    It's been yet another month since I brought the journal to date.
    The first breath of fall has descended finally. The drudgery of
    the summer heat is melting. This makes it possible to take
    carriage rides of up to 4 hours now, giving ample breaks of
    course. I've finished work on the trails through the woods behind
    the walled compound. I installed low intensity lamps so that the
    creek gravel trails are illuminated and we spend half of each
    night running them. The stock have built impressive stamina
    throughout the summer and can easily pull for 30 minute intervals.

    There have been no attempts at escape. None at all. The bondage
    and bindings are simply for erotic show now. Each has fully
    accepted their role and Pat's heavy crop seems to have finalized
    our caste. I still enjoy a tightly bound figure on occasion.

    I'm planning something for Pat tonight. I'm finally convinced that
    she has crossed over to a point of no return. The sheer savagery
    she has dealt out to the others has convinced me that she can
    never return to them as a friend or ally. I've watched intently
    her facial expressions and how hot she gets as she dominates; I am
    convinced that she is a full fledged sadist who enjoys her lace
    here, to the extent that I am going to allow her more of a free
    run of the place. I've taken into account that I was fooled before
    as to the fact she was not a student, but a narc. What I have seen
    since elevating her stature is no act however. She wears her
    uniform with astounding pride. Her actions are as professional as
    those a real Nazi officer might have displayed back in the war.
    She shows complete and unquestioning subservience to me and my
    whims, tempered only in the fact that she is somewhat too brutal.

    ------

    After our carriage ride I had Pat put the stock away to bathe for
    dinner. Afterwards they prepared dinner, steaks, salad and wine. I
    had broken out the cute as hell french maid uniforms and they now
    served us at dinner. The steak was to my liking, although I's
    swear Pat was eating hers raw. Vicky stood to my right at
    attention, Dennis, in his wig, makeup and uniform stood to my
    left and Christy stood obediently straight beside Pat. They keep
    the wine glasses filled and the dishes cleared as we ate. Pat was
    smiling a devilish smile in anticipation of our after dinner fun.
    I was careful to return the smile so as that my plans would be a
    complete surprise. She had no clue, but the evening was to be far
    different than any other.

    I passed on the usual oral and anal adventures. I had Dennis make
    a foot stool of himself. The short black skirt raised, revealing
    his creamy white ass down to the tops of the black stockings. I'd
    had the girls fashion a stuffed black bra for him. There's just
    something about fucking something that does not have tits that
    doesn't set well with me. The cleavage perfected his look and I
    had no qualms in fucking his ass any longer. I even grabbed them
    as I grabbed the tits of anything I fucked. The fact that they
    were a thick silicon didn't slow me down a bit. With my cock
    planted firmly in his ass they were perfect in lieu of the tits he
    should have had. The girls ingeniously fashioned them in the shape
    of real tits by sealing it in the corners of plastic bags. They
    really outdid themselves here. They used silicone caulk to
    "attach" them, allowing them to dry firmly in place before dressing
    and presenting him. He now fully looked like a woman and had taken
    to a womans mannerisms to boot.

    I instructed Pat to kneel behind Dennis. This was pretty unusual.
    Pat had not been put on her knees in front of her subs since I had
    chosen her. I always dominated her in private to ensure her
    stature was viewed highly among the others. She looked at me with
    a confused look as she dropped to her knees, grabbing Dennis' hips
    with her hands. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence among
    the others present.

    "Lick his ass. Tongue fuck him for me my darling."

    She still looked confused. But as soon as her tongue touched his
    asshole she began to tease, lick and fuck him with her normal
    complete obedience. I motioned for Christy and Vicky to strip the
    uniform and stand to each side. Oh my god, I love the sight of a
    sub wearing only black high heels, stockings, garter straps and a
    studded leather collar. They came to attention on arrival, palms
    on top of head with legs spread. I reached out both ways and began
    flicking clits. Our gazes turned to Pat, who was obviously
    embarrassed, yet using her tongue like the pro she is. Dennis was
    unable to maintain attention. His head dropped and he began to
    drool through the ball gag. I know how tough it is when your ass
    is violated with the intensity Pat mustered, so I let it slide and
    we enjoyed the show as I continued to flick off Christy and Vicky.
    They both creamed quickly and I inserted a finger in each and
    began to slowly finger fuck them. I gyrated each wrist, rubbing
    the inside of their pussies 360 degrees. This made their hips
    slowly move around the 360 degrees with my motions. They too,
    began to drool through their ball gags down onto their breasts.

    "Strip, like the slut you are."

    Pat's look went from confusion to distress. She obliged me,
    looking scornfully at the others. She took her time, carefully
    laying the uniform out on the couch.

    "Cuff her. And pull her up," I instructed. Christy and Vicky
    looked shell shocked. I nodded my approval and they eased off my
    fingers and cuffed Pat's wrists in front of her. Christy attached
    the rope and they heaved her up. There is an eyebolt in the
    ceiling out in front of my chair where we normally pull up one of
    the subs for our amusement. As usual, they pulled her until she
    was stretched out completely.

    "Put your harness and gag on her," I directed to Christina.

    She unfastened the harness and removed the ball gag from her sexy
    red lips and stood behind Pat as she cinched the harness and put
    the gag into the questioning mouth that never uttered a sound. Her
    spit filled gag drained into Pat's mouth. Her look was of anxiety.
    She had done nothing wrong. She had never been publicly punished.
    Yet without explanation she was strung up before us all.

    "Put on that uniform. You, remove your harness."

    Christy paused before going over to the uniform she had learned to
    fear. She looked at it, before starting to dress. Vicky removed
    her harness and gag and stood at attention. Christy finished
    putting on the uniform.

    "Bring the crop."

    She picked up the crop before returning to my side, standing at
    attention. She was not nearly as confident as Pat, but the
    possibilities intrigued me.

    "You have all done well. My compliments in your individual
    efforts. I'm very satisfied and will expect no less in the
    future. I have noticed that Pat needs a refresher course though.
    She needs to know what it's like to be bound too long or to be
    beaten too long. For the next two weeks she is the bottom of the
    totem pole. You each rank number two for the duration. You can do
    anything you please. The plan here is that you show her
    extensively what it feels like to be savaged, as she has done to
    each of you. At the end of the two weeks we will revert and I will
    personally see to it that she does not punish you for anything
    that happens during her retraining period. On this you have my
    word. Enjoy ladies."

    Everyone was silent and still as if time had stopped.

    "Christy. I have seen her punish you until it hurt me. I want you
    to take that crop and give her 30. I want you to tell her where
    she went wrong, where she abused her position, with each lash."

    She was dumbfounded. Yet within an instant her eyes twinkled at
    the possibility of returning a small amount of the abuse she had
    been rendered.

    The amount of time had molded her into a sub. She shook as she
    cautiously approached. I stopped her and took her out to the
    patio, closing the sliding glass behind us.

    "Christy. I've bit my tongue watching the abuse Pat has given you.
    I want a strong second in command. But I do not want her abusing
    anyone. There is a slim chance that you might ultimately be my
    number two. I'll make my decision in two weeks. Until then you
    have free rein in displaying your abilities. You will NOT be
    punished! I cannot tell you how your beauty inspires me. You are
    simply the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. You are nice too,
    which is good, except in this situation. You will sleep with me
    and Pat will ride the foot of the bed. I want to see you dominate
    her... and Vicky and Dennis."

    She looked dazed. I dropped trousers. She knelt and began to
    service me. I had mandated the deep throating and the licking of
    the balls to all; I could sense the thought process running
    through Chisty's head as she brought me to climax.

    I had her stand at attention, whipping her with her own crop. I
    had her salute me. I had her feel the uniform she was wearing. I
    sucked her soul into it.

    I had her goose step, directing her efforts. I saw the look in her
    eye within 20 minutes.

    We made our way back. Dennis was still on all fours and Vicky was
    still standing beside my chair. Pat was looking really concerned.

    Christy stepped loudly out before Pat. She raised her chin with
    the crop, as hers had been raised so many times before. She
    playfully raised each tit, before striking it, driving Pat into
    limpness. Pat quickly filled the gag again and began to drool for
    the first time in several months. The crop was lightly drawn
    underarm in tickling fashion as Christy made her way around
    behind. She took due time, leaving Pat's hapless body flinching.

    Then she struck finally, with gusto. She gave her premise
    afterward, rather than before. A bright red whelp appeared across
    her buttocks immediately. She kicked with futility into the air
    before her, suspended tightly by her wrists. My cock sprang back
    to life. I could finally see the look in Christy's eyes. She was
    enjoying her reign. Even Vicky's pussy and eyes lit up at the
    thrashing of Pat. I couldn't see Dennis, but I knew he had a rock
    hard on.

    I told Dennis and Vicky to exchange places.

    "In the ass."

    Dennis grabbed her hips and began to assfuck Vicky with his
    tongue. Now I could see his hard on standing beneath the black
    skirt. I felt her body tremble beneath my feet as the tongue
    violated her. I held out the KY and he rose to his knees and began
    to lube himself.

    While rather difficult to reconcile, I find Dennis more sexually
    attractive than Vicky now. The long, curly black wig, the slutty
    makeup, the artificial breasts resting in black bra, the french
    maid skirt and black stockings and heels covering the form
    kneeling before made my cock lust again. He leaned back, allowing
    a perfect view as he lubed his cock. I took the KY and began to
    lube myself as I watched him hold her cheeks ajar before sliding
    inside her. Immediately I stood and moved to mount him. He awaited
    me, midstride within his own insertion. He help his cheeks apart
    and I eased in slowly, but all of the way. I set a nice and slow
    rhythm as all of our attentions were focused upon the rising red
    whelps and the temporary demise of the ice queen.

    Christy was discovering confidence. The many cruel acts that had
    been perpetrated upon her were coming back home to roost. She
    clacked her heels with each pop, as Pat had always done before.
    She stood in decadent fashion as Pat once had. For the first time
    I could envision Christy as my right hand. My cock pulsed as I
    watched her. Dennis milked at my cock with his muscles and I
    averted climax only by withdrawing. I positioned myself in Vicky's
    face and stuck my cock into her awaiting mouth. I pushed in to the
    hilt and held it, watching Dennis as he pulled in and out of her
    ass. I could avoid climax like this, while remaining very alert.
    Vicky was almost gagging on my cock, yet she managed to stick her
    tongue out to tease my balls.

    Christy came around to Pat's side, taking my belt with her.
    Pat had used the same belt to whip her tits many times. This time
    she felt the sting as Christy folded the belt in half and began
    whipping. Pat's breasts and upper chest turned red quickly and she
    struggled to get away. She knew full well the futility of struggle
    as she had done this to each of the three subs and there was no
    escape. It appears she has forgotten just how bad the sting is on
    the receiving end of it. This will be a great exercise in humility
    and in reaffirming the bounds of pain.

    I pulled my cock out and allowed Vicky to watch. Her eyes lit up
    as she saw Pat getting some of what she had been so quick to dish
    out.

    Christy was getting bolder, ordering Pat to stand straight and
    offer her tits. Pat found it very difficult to hold her chest out
    only to be lashed again, especially since that was exactly what
    she herself had done to the subs.

    All of this was fine and I was very excited, but it was not what I
    had in mind. I had Christy release Pat, who looked hurt by my
    surprise. It's a tough world...

    Then I had them face each other in the center of the floor.

    "Ok, I want you two to wrestle."

    They both looked shocked. I knew full well Christy could take her,
    as she is 6" taller and much tougher from pulling the carriages.
    The sight of her physically taking her, hmmm, nice.

    Dennis had cummed and I had him and Vicky cleanup and sit at my
    sides to enjoy the show. I had both Pat and Christy strip, sort of
    like the uniform was up for grabs for the winner, but more to the
    point; I wanted to see naked bodies in this cat fight.

    There was certainly no love lost as they faced off after
    stripping. They both seethed hatred and sheer contempt of each
    other.

    "No biting or clawing ladies. You will be disqualified and
    severely reprimanded by me personally if you do either of these.
    This is a wrestling match. The victor will pin the loser for 10
    seconds."

    "Go!"

    Neither was prepared for the quick start and both backed up. Then
    they started walking, like wrestlers do, in an attempt to find an
    advantage of attack.

    My cock throbbed as I watched the tits swaying. Dennis had came
    back to life himself at the sight. I decided at that strange
    moment that he was now to be called Denise. Even thinking to
    myself, a masculine name was out of place. I briefly wondered why
    I hadn't thought to change it before.

    I returned my attention to the action before me. There was still
    no contact, both jockeyed for position. My throbbing was intense.
    I motioned for Vicky to get up in my lap. She still had a film of
    lube and easily slid over my cock. I watched over her shoulder,
    feeling her anal muscles squeezing my cock. I held her still. I
    didn't want her to fuck me; I only wanted her to squeeze me. I
    began to flick her clit with my right hand and I could feel how
    hot she was from watching the show.

    Finally they both lunged at each other. Both grabbed hair, since
    there was little else the feminine hands could grasp. Neither had
    ever wrestled or scrapped before from the look of it. They were
    driven by their severe dislike of the other and from the power
    struggle. They remained standing pulling hair, unsure of what to
    do next.

    The carpeting would pad their fall, if they ever did fall that
    is. They were cursing each other, still going around in a circle
    pulling hair. The harder they pulled the louder the cursing. I
    watched my initials as each hip came around. They looked far more
    erotic on the flexed cheeks. Vicky was contracting her ass faster
    as she was close to climax, so I hastened the flicking to get her
    off and start over. It looked like we were going to be there
    awhile, so I'd give her rare multiple orgasm since she was so
    excited at the show.

    She had her second orgasm before the contenders ever hit the floor
    and her motor was hot. I gave her a brief break before starting on
    the third.

    It was Christy who finally figured out that as much as hair
    pulling hurt, she would have to let go and grab Pat by the legs to
    topple her. She fell on top, but Pat was pulling her away by the
    hair and Christy again grabbed two hand fulls to counter. At that
    point they were rolling, each with contorted facial expression as
    they pulled and twisted. I began to worry that they would pull too
    hard and mess up their hair. Both had beautiful hair that had
    grown long during their stay. However Vicky had me on the edge of
    getting a nut, so I remained silent as she milked my cock dry.

    NEXT: NP-CH6b.TXT



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