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Subject: {ASSM} Nessus RP: Ten Days in Another Town - Day 5 (FD)
Date: Thu,  4 Jan 2001 02:10:06 -0500
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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.
   Please, if you are under the age of 18, or if you will be offended by 
such material, use your intelligence and read no further - delete file.  
Otherwise ....enjoy!

Distribute freely if you wish but, please, not to minors


Ten Days in Another Town.

by Nessus

Day Five


There were no windows in my little room so it was difficult to know the time 
of day. However, I didn't need the morning sun to wake me as the sound of a 
siren blasted me awake.

Stumbling to my feet, I blinked as the lights suddenly flashed on and looked 
around, confused and disorientated. Throughout the night, I had slept with 
my hands over my head with only one during the night  incident that caused 
pain to my balls.

The door opened and Clara Kent strode in. Her fingers moved on her belt and 
I screamed with pain. Mercifully, it was just a short burst.

"You will always be on your knees when a woman enters the room." Quickly, I 
scrambled to my knees, looking up at her. Today she wore a short grey skirt, 
dark stockings, black high heels and a white smock. Her glasses glinted in 
the harsh light and her dark hair hung loose to her shoulders.

"Run to the bathroom, shave your face and head, shower and run back here. 
You have five minutes."

Frantically, I ran down the corridor, quickly shaved, dashed under the 
shower  and ran back, still a little wet. Clara was looking at her watch as 
I fell to my knees in front of her. "Just made it," she said.

Sammie walked in with a tray, grinning when she saw me on the floor. "I'll 
just leave it here," she said, giggling as she placed the tray on the floor 
in front of me.

Clara pointed at the bunk as she snapped rubber gloves on. "Lie on the 
bunk." I looked up at her as she held a battery powered razor in her hands. 
"Legs apart." Embarrassed, I spread my legs and Clara quickly removed the 
stubble from my groin. As she did, my cock rose to attention and Sammie, 
watching from the end of the bed, laughed.

"Pay attention," Clara snapped to Sammie. "You'll be doing this from 
tomorrow until his behaviour is modified completely."

"I can shave," Sammie said. "I can do that. It's not hard. Though, he is," 
she added, laughing.

Clara snapped the gloves off and handed the shaver to Sammie. "Here. For 
tomorrow. Right," she turned to me, "you may eat." I slipped to the floor 
and started picking the fruit up with my hands when I felt another extreme 
blast of pain to my balls.

"Aggh!" I screamed, looking up at her when it finally stopped.

"No hands," she said calmly. "Use only your mouth and tongue."

With both women watching, broad smiles on their faces, I knelt over the tray 
and lapped the food up like the animal I had become.

"Obedient, isn't he," observed Sammie.

Clara tapped the controller. "This is a wonderful persuader. Soon, we won't 
need it."

I followed Clara to same room where I had endured the video conference with 
Verity and was left on my knees in the centre of the room, facing a desk.

A few moments later, the Doctor appeared, dressed in a similar fashion to 
Clara. "I'm Marilyn Rome," she said calmly. "You will address me as Madam. 
Do you have a problem with that?"

I eyed the controller on her belt. "No, Madam," I said quickly as she sat 
behind her desk.

"Let me explain what will happen. You are going to learn new skills and 
acquire new behaviours. You have no choice in any of this. Your opinion will 
not be sought and any attempt to object or fight back will be treated 
harshly. You have no rights and you are regarded to be on the same level as 
a pet dog. Understand?"

"Yes, Madam," I said, my stomach churning as I looked up at this powerful 
woman.

"Good. Sit in the chair facing the screen." As I scrambled into the chair, 
she continued. "I understand you are not very effective at cunnilingus." I 
furrowed my brow in puzzlement. "Pussy licking," she explain, exasperated. 
"Going down. Giving head. Whatever, but you aren't good at it! Is that 
correct?"

I lowered my head. "Yes, Madam."

"I thought so. Watch the screen." For the next hour, I watched a clinical 
discussion on female sensuality and genitals. Embarrassed, I stole a look at 
Marilyn Rome who appear not at all fussed by it at all and was doing some 
paperwork.

Suddenly, on the screen a demonstration by a young male on how to lick a 
pussy to cause orgasm. "Watch this carefully, "Doctor Rome snapped. She 
didn't have to tell me, my cock was rock hard and I was shifting 
uncomfortably in my seat.

Marilyn switched the set off and looked down at me. "You're hard. Did that 
arouse you?"

Blushing, I nodded. "Yes, Madam."

"Good. Kneel." As I did she walked to a cupboard, took something out and 
returned. Placing an object of the chair, I was shocked to see it was a 
faithful reproduction, made out of some kind plastic, of a woman's pussy!

"Hands behind your back. Now, remember what you've seen. Start licking 
here," her pointer indicated the spot. After an hour, my jaws and tongue 
were aching but she did not allow me any rest.

Clara and Jenny wandered through and, to my humiliation, watched while I 
licked the plastic pussy. When I was not performing satisfactorily, I 
received a short burst on the controller and that certainly focussed my 
efforts.

"Right," Marilyn said while I crouched with a hard on and burning balls. 
"He's at the first level. Who's got him now?"

"Me," Clara said quickly. I followed Clara's swinging ass in the grey skirt 
down the corridor to an elevator and Clara punched the buttons. The elevator 
walls were mirrored and I cringed in embarrassment at my naked reflection, 
shorn head and groin with a clearly exposed pointing erection.

Clara saw my discomfort and smiled. "Never mind, puppy. You'll get used to 
it. All of it."  The doors opened and we were in a brighter cleaner area of 
the building. She unlocked a door in the corridor and I followed her into 
what appeared to be a small apartment, like a hotel room.

I saw her fingers on the controller and I quickly knelt. Smiling, she sat on 
the edge of the bed and I gazed at her legs in the sheer nylon as she 
slipped her shoes off. "Now, for another lesson. You must always ask 
permission, puppy. We like it, it's sexy. So, you start at the feet." I 
leaned forward and received a short blast from the controller.

She glared at me as I writhed in pain. "Didn't you hear what I said, you 
pathetic fool! Ask! Every step of the way! Now, get up!"

"Please, Madam," I asked, trembling on my knees, "May I kiss your feet?" I 
waited, staring intently at her hands and the controller.

"You may, little puppy," she giggled and I leaned forward, hands behind my 
back so I wouldn't give myself a burst of pain and gently kissed her feet.

"Mm," she murmured. "Good little puppy. Now, suck my toes." Humiliated, I 
slipped the nylon toes of one foot into my mouth and sucked. Clara laughed. 
"That tickles. Kiss my knees."

My cock was throbbing as I kissed her knees, my lips running over the sheer 
black nylon of her hose. Her legs drifted apart and I found myself staring 
up her grey skirt and the blackness of her panties. The sight of the black 
lace stocking tops jolted my cock and I felt I was on the edge of orgasm.

My eyes were drawn to the white flesh between the stocking tops and her 
black lace panties and a delicate finger pointed to her stocking tops. I had 
learnt my lesson.

"Please, Madam, may I kiss your stocking tops?" I croaked and I was rewarded 
with a little giggle instead of a blast of pain.

"Yes, puppy." My lips closed on the nylon lace and I could feel the warmth 
of her skin against my cheek and smell the intimate perfume of her pussy. 
Her legs widened and she hitched her skirt up, a red fingernail against the 
black of her panties gave me direction.

"Madam, can I kiss your panties?" I asked, my voice breaking with the 
unrelieved tension.

"Yes, puppy," she breathed and I sank my face into the wet warmth of her 
panties, her perfume surrounding my senses, my whole being.

Suddenly, she pushed me back and I rested on my heels, cock pulsing as she 
stood up. "You're going well for the first part," she said, unzipping her 
skirt and laying it over the bed. I marvelled at the sight. White medical 
smock, black garter belt, black lace panties and sheer black stockings.

"Take my panties off," she ordered and, my hands trembling with the 
frustration, I reach up and gently eased the black lace panties down around 
her ankles. I could see her wet pussy lips, puffy with desire, shiny pinkly 
through her dark pubic hair.

Clara sat on the bed, took her glasses off, placing them on a bedside table 
and then spread her legs. She looked down at me through heavy lidded eyes. 
"Well?" she whispered.

"Please Madam," I croaked, my voice cracking with desire. "May I lick your 
pussy?"

She nodded briefly and, with a sigh, sank back onto the bed, her legs 
splayed for my attention. Recalling my lessons, I gently ran my tongue over 
her lips and her thighs. I followed on, licking, nibbling and kissing and I 
was rewarded with faint sighs above me.

My face wet with her juices, her taste dominating my sense, I increased the 
tempo of my darting tongue as I explored her musky creases, folds and fleshy 
tunnel until she suddenly stiffened, legs crushing my ears as she bucked to 
orgasm, groaning her release.

Tenderly, I licked up her juices, cleaning the wetness until she pushed me 
away.

"Acceptable," she said, reaching down for her panties. "You may leave and 
wait in your room."

My cock was pulsing hungrily, in need, but she ignored it and I, dejectedly, 
walked out of the room. My cock moved maddeningly as I walked down the 
corridor to the elevator. Soon I was in my room, waiting, desperate for 
relief.

Sammie walked in with a tray of food and I quickly fell to my knees.

"Been in training, eh," she said, putting the tray on the floor. "I can 
smell the bitch on you from here." She leaned against the wall, watching me. 
"Ok, eat."

Remembering last time, I slurped like an animal and Sammie giggled as I 
snorted and licked my way through the food. Cautiously, I wiped my mouth and 
looked up at her.

Sammie had a harsh smile on her black face. "They've got you, haven't they," 
she said. "They're going turn you into their puppy dog and there ain't a 
thing you can do about it!"

I blinked. She was right. There was nothing I could do about any of this, I 
was totally under their control. Here I was naked, shorn head, shaven groin 
, crawling on the floor with a hard on and eating food like a dog. Sadness 
enveloped me, and I blinked back the bitter tears.

She reached out and slammed the door shut. With a quick movement, she slid 
her smock up revealing her naked pussy with its sparse black hairs. "Well, 
puppy dog, it's been a while so lick on this. And if you don't do a good 
job, I'll tell those bitches you tried to rape me." Sammie smiled coldly. 
"I'd guess they'd cut your balls off for that. Lick!"

Panicking, I shuffled to her and forced my face against the smooth black 
skin of her groin. A firm hand pushed me away and she strode to the bunk, 
sitting down with legs spread. "Might as well get comfortable. C'mon, boy," 
she called. "get your white tongue over here and lick on some black pussy."

And I did.

My tongue, pink and fleshy against the blackness of her smooth skin, probed 
and pushed into her crevasses and folds, tasting her juices and tantalising 
her to new heights.

My whole body was straining with the urge to cum, teetering on the edge but 
unable even to lightly touch my cock. A prisoner in an invisible jail.

Gasping, swearing and calling some man's name out, Sammie came, legs 
clamping my head deep into her juices. With disdain, she threw me back and 
left me grovelling on the floor as she pulled her skirt down.

Without a backward glance, she left me on the floor, desperate with need, my 
cock pulsing, throbbing and straining to cum. I heard the door slam and I 
yearned for some relief. Desperately, I pushed my cock against the bunk and 
tried to rub against the rough blanket, my pelvis thrusting obscenely in and 
out.

"What are you doing!" Clara's voice penetrated my fog of lust and, then, 
that terrible pain hit my balls.

"Aagh!!" I screamed, rolling on the floor in agony but, somewhere in the 
back of my mine, was the thought that at least this would destroy my hard on 
and my urgent desire to cum.

"Exercise time, puppy," she laughed at my prostrate body. "Not the kind of 
exercise you'd like.

I spent the rest of the day exercising and, that night after my short meal,  
I collapsed into a deep sleep with haunting dreams of fucking a bodiless 
plastic pussy.
End Day Five.
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