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Subject: {ASSM} New: Their Slave, part four (mf/f, dom)
Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2001 05:10:02 -0400
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   Their Slave, part four.  (fm/f, dom)

   by Spiller.

   "Oh, my God, what have you done to her," Helle exclaimed when she
entered the kitchen.  "Why have you knocked her out?"

   "Easy, my dear.  Of course I haven't done anything to harm her.  She
passed out because she had a very, very strong orgasm, just from the
spanking.  Didn't you hear her yell and moan?"

   "No, must have happened while I was in the bathroom.  What'll we do
now?"

   "For my part, I'm going to put some cold, wet rags on her red behind,
and then I'll soothe it with some lotion.  Maybe you could put something
wet and cold on her forehead to bring her around?"

   "Sure.  Then I don't need to say 'poor girl', I think."

   "Oh, no.  I think she's quite happy with what she got.  But she is kind
of a paradox, isn't she?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "I never heard of such a thing as a voluntary slave."

   Eric went round the table and grabbed Helle in a deep embrace, kissing
her lips, her cheeks and her hair.  "But I must admit that this idea of
yours is wonderful.  And I had never imagined that I should watch you being
so horny and doing such lewd things.  I love you so much, and these last
hours have brought my love for you to new heights, dear."

   "MMMmm.  And I love you too, and even more than yesterday.  I guess that
deep down I'm a horny bitch, but like most women I have held back.  All
those layers of social varnish have taught us not to be like that, and I
think I have been afraid of loosing all the other parts of you, that I love
so much."

   "Honestly, I cannot say that you wouldn't have, but Annette is such a
perfect catalyst for bringing out the darker sides of our sex.  I promise
you, that you can do whatever you feel like, when we are together with her,
and we can use her as a test animal to see how we react.  Don't you think
that's what she really wants, too?"

   "I think that her wish to serve is so deep, that her only happines and
satisfaction is tied close to our happines and satisfaction.  But let's get
her back to the living, my dear."

   A couple of minutes later Annette came to.  She felt Helle's cool hands
caressing her cheeks, while Eric gently rubbed a soothing lotion on her
red, hot ass.  She felt gratitude and tears welling up behind her eyes, and
she couldn't help herself:

   "Masters, may I say something?"

   "Sure."

   "Thank you ever so much, that you take such good care of your slave. 
This morning has been the best in my life, and I'm deeply grateful.  Thank
you, masters."

   "You are welcome, slave.  And I can inform you, that your punishment for
your mistake this morning is done.  The slate is clean, and we are
satisfied with you.  Eric has a little surprise for you, not as a
punishment, just to remind you of your position, and to help you
contemplate how you can serve us to our satisfaction, when we return from
town.  We shall be gone for two to three hours."

   She handed the strapon to Eric, who dipped it in the lotion and slowly
and carefully pushed it all the way up into Annette's ass.  The thongs he
tied round Annette's thighs, so there was no way she could push the dildo
out, should she get any ideas.  At last he turned the dildo on at a very
low speed.  It would never be able to give Annette an orgasm, but might
remind her...  whereupon the couple left the house and locked up.

   The better part of four hours had passed when she heard the key turn the
front door lock.  Through all this time Annette had plenty of opportunity
to consider her new position.  The skin on her ass was smarting a little,
in spite of the lotion Eric had rubbed into it, and the dildo was quietly
humming away at a maddening slow speed.  She was so happy, that she had
opened up to Helle.  These people were very much nicer than her former
owners, and they had a much better understanding of the complicated nature
of slavery.  Oh, how that slow dildo in her ass turned her on.  For a
little while she tormented herself by contemplating the different kinds of
orgasms she could get.  When she was fucked in her ass she couldn't help
feeling it was degrading, but because of that she could have the most
hilarious orgasms, involving her body and her mind.  But the ones she got
from having her pussy fucked or her clit sucked or played with were more
satisfying.  And the ultimate experience she ha!  d ever had was the night
her former owners had lent her to three of their male friends.  They had
all taken some amphetamine, and they had fucked her over and over, most of
the time filling two or three of her holes at the same time.  She could
feel how her pussy started leaking again as she remembered that night.

   Finally in the early afternoon she heard their car stop in the driveway.
Oh, horror.  Voices.  Several people talking.  The key was turned in the
lock, and as the door opened she heard Eric's voice: "Right through the
livingroom and into the diningroom.  We want it where the old table is, and
you take the old table back to the store.  That's what we agreed with the
owner." She went cold all over.  No strangers could see her in this
humiliating situation.  "I'm their slave, when we're here.  My God, if
people start talking about this!"

   Fortunately Helle was faster than the furniture men, and before they
were through the livingroom she had entered the kitchen and closed the
door. "Hello, my dear.  And how are you?  Have you had time to consider
your situation?" She went round the kitchentable and patted Annette's ass.
"Bet you're dripping now, aren't you?" Her slender fingers caressed
Annette's ass and then slipped past the obscene dildo, stuck in her ass,
and down to her dripping cunt.

   "Oh, my, yes.  Our slave is really juiced up.  Have you been doing some
thinking of your own, dear?"

   Annette cleared her voice.  She was very throathy not having talked for
so many hours.  "Yes, mistress, I have been thinking while I was waiting
for your return."

   "And that humming little darling in your asshole.  Has it given you some
inspiration?"

   "Yes, mistress.  It was very difficult not to.  It felt very good in my
ass."

   "Do you have any wishes for your master's cock there?  Or have other
naughty ideas been through your pretty little head?"

   Annette blushed deeply.  "It is not for me to have wishes, mistress."

   "But of course it is, dear.  You can have all the wishes you want, and
as long as they coinside with your masters' demands, you can have a good
time.  If they are too different, we shall have to reprimand you.  But tell
me.  And remember: Truth, dear, truth is crucial."

   "My biggest wish is to serve you and master Eric to the utmost
humiliation of this slave.  My lust is to know, that I am available to be
used for whatever perverted act that may give you pleasure, and for you to
exercise your ownership in any way.  Degrade me, lend me to your friends
while you look on, to explore whatever whim may enter your minds."

   "Ah, dear.  I feel you got it out.  Have your former owners let you be
fucked by total strangers?  And you liked it?"



   "Yes, mistress.  One night they let a group of friends fuck me for hours
- as long as they were able to."

   "I'm sure you could pleasure master Eric that way.  He has tried to
persuade me for years to let other guys fuck me, but I don't care much for
that.  I shall tell him, that his chances have mulitplied since we got our
little slave.  Or even better, you low down slut: I shall set it up as a
birthday surprise for him.  That is 6 weeks from now - giving me plenty of
time to get hold of a bunch of willing bulls, who have been tested
recently. I'd hate for you to get an infection and pass it on to your
master, but on the other hand I want you to be soiled all over with sperm
and piss.  So no condoms."

   An icy thrill made Annette's body quiver.  Helle's words, and the
thought of such a night to come, made her cunt gush.

   "But for now, my little slut, you keep your mouth shut, or it will be no
birthday surprise.  Right?"

   "Yes, mistress."

   Helle untied Annette and told her to pull out the dildo from her ass and
go and wash it in the bathroom.  When she returned, Helle was sitting in
the armchair at the end of the table, one leg over the armrest, and her
obviously naked pussy on display.

   "Come over here.  I want to feel if your cunt is as wet as it should
always be." In a most unerotic way she prodded Annettes sopping cunt with
her fingers, a bit more rough than really nesessary.

   "Good.  Your whoring cunt is as wet as could be expected, you slut.  Now
I want you to suck my pussy real good.  And use your fingers to find my
G-spot.  I want to squirt on your unworthy face."

   Annette fell to her knees and crawled up to Helle.  Her heart was
pounding in her chest, and her nipples stiffned painfully, as she nibbled
sweetly on Helle's shaved pussy.

   "Get on with it, you stupid whore.  This is not a romance.  I want what
I can get from you: A good suck and a fingerfuck.  Do you think you have it
in you, or MUST I beat some sense into you?"

   Helle's words fell like molten lead on her ears, and rushed through her
body down to her open cunt, making her clit stiffen to the occation.  And
she couldn't even touch it herself, using both hands on Helle.  With a
fervor she clamped her mouth down on her mistress' beautiful cunt, sucking
and licking so eagerly, that she only dared to breathe in small gasps,
while she searched for the little ribbed place with two wet fingers.  When
she felt sure that she had located the right spot, she applied a mild
pressure on it and moved her fingers in small, vibrating circles on it.

   The sucking and the diddling of her G-spot soon had Helle halfway to
heaven.  "Oh, my God, THAT is so good," she gasped.  A searing wave of
pride and happiness of being a good slave, rushed through Annette.  This
was even better than a mere orgasm.  A minute later Helle crumbled in her
chair.  With a loud wail she gave in to Annette's mouth and fingers, and as
her belly was raked with cramps, she flooded Annette's face in a tremendous
gush of the sweetest juice.  And Annette experienced the rush of lust and
happiness, that only a slave can get, when it has satisfied the owner: A
slow, throbbing fire all through her body.  No touching, no masturbating,
only the burning, throbbing sensation running from her brain through her
body, surpassing any physically manipulated orgasm.

   It lasted more than a couple of minutes before Helle could do anything
at all.  She patted Annette's head and said: "Thank you, slave, that was
really lovely.  Now clean me up with your tongue, and then go and put the
rubber sheet on our master bed, so it's ready for tonight."

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