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Subject: {ASSM} The Taking of Julia 2/10 (Mf ff mc bd)
Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 03:10:02 -0400
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The Taking of Julia.
Chapter 2/10
--- Julia Goes Shopping.
When Julia woke up, she was lying on her side on the couch. She thought for
a moment about the most bazaar dream she had just had. She looked about,
seeing that the young guy was gone. 'What a very weird dream that was.' she
thought. Julia noticed that the clothes on the older woman were all wrinkled
and stained. As Julia sat up she felt a strange object between her legs. And
at that moment, it all came back to her. Julia ran to the women's bathroom.
Once safely latched inside a stall, she lifted her skirt up. Looking down in
terror, she saw this object that had leaped out of her dream. She reached
down and gently pulled the object from her ass. Instantly the most horrid,
wrenched feeling overtook her and she pushed it right back in. As the calm
returned, Julia sat quietly contemplating her predicament.
The pressure on her inner walls tricked her into feeling like she needed to
defecate. She knew the only other place she could put the punishment plug
was in her mouth. She reached for a hank of toilet paper, thinking she would
need to clean it up first. As soon as she pulled it out, though, she
panicked. In the midst of the confusion and despair she immediately pushed
the filth-encrusted object into her mouth. Half expecting to puke, she was
quite surprised to find that the odor and taste were not repulsive to her
now. Impulsively, Julia began working around the egg shape object with her
tongue, feeling its smoothness, searching for flecks of her own shit.
Soon convinced that it was entirely clean, Julia realized that she had not
been able to pass anything. She pushed a little harder, but couldn't make it
happen. 'Well, I guess I had better get my studying done.' she thought. It
then occurred to her that she was not repulsed or saddened by what had just
happened in the study lounge. She knew she was going to stay in school and
be a normal, successful student. 'Well, almost normal.' she thought. Julia
introspected for a moment, examining her memories, thoughts, and feelings.
Intellectually she knew she was a different person now. But she couldn't
identify what was different. Julia realized she didn't know which part of
her was her and which part was Sir. Everything fit together seamlessly, as
if she had grown up like this. Even referring to Him as "Sir" in her
thoughts seem correct. Since everything seemed normal, she felt no distress
or anger or remorse.
Julia stood up to leave. She saw that her panties were missing, as was her
bra. 'Oh well.' As she reached for the latch on the door, she saw the head
of the little penis in the middle of her view. 'I can't walk around like
this in public.' Julia pulled the plug from her mouth, and lifting her
skirt, deftly pushed it up her ass, shivering at the momentary melancholy.
Not wanting the pressure on her clit, she spun the prick around to be
pointing backwards. She squeezed the miniature balls a little, then massaged
her still moist puss for a moment. 'I guess underwear would just be in the
way for now.' Julia returned to her books.
Julia gathered up her books into her arm and scurried off to her car. As she
sat down, she found that it was quite painful to sit with the penis pointing
backwards. Shrugging, she turned it foreword again, and the head of it
messaged her clit with each bump and sway of the car all the way home.
She took a long shower. Then Julia shaved her legs. Without stopping or
hesitating, she lathered her crotch and proceeded to remove all of the hair
between her legs, from her tailbone to her belly button. So that it wouldn't
be in her way, Julia moved the plug to her mouth during this operation. Soon
her pussy was as bald as when she was much younger. She got her hand mirror
and sat back on the bath mat for a long look at herself this way. It looked
wonderful and she knew Sir would be most pleased. 'Of course Sir will like
it. He made me do it.' she thought 
She absently began stroking and playing with her now smooth parts. She held
the mirror up and looked at her face with the obscene little penis hanging
out of her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and licked the balls and that
part of the shaft she could reach. Julia now settled into a serious
masturbation session. She pinched and pulled at her nipples. She worked
fingers in and out of her pussy. She prodded gently at her anus. She kept
working herself over for quite a while. When she realized she wasn't going
to come she backed off the frantic pace and relaxed to soft petting of her
parts.
Julia could feel that her bladder was full and sat on the toilet to pee. The
moment she sat down she began to feel multiple phantom stimulations at once.
She could feel two very long tongues working over her already tender pussy.
These two ghost tongues would start at her tailbone and stroke up across her
anus and labia, ending with quick, pressing flicks on her clit. As one was
hesitating at her clit, the other was working its way across her ass hole.
Two pairs of phantom lips latched onto her breasts and sucked hard. These
ghost lips were so large that they each could vacuum in an entire breast and
tongues massaged her nipples. The smell and taste of freshly ejaculated
semen filled her nose and mouth, coating her sinuses and mucous membranes.
Her tongue, cheeks and gums could feel the slimy slickness of a mouth filled
to capacity with come. 
Julia felt straps tighten around her ankles and wrists. Her legs were pulled
apart, spreading wide, straddling the toilet. She lifted her hands high and
wide above her head, and her arms locked straight as if they were being
pulled up and apart by non-existent ropes. An imaginary cock suddenly thrust
up her cunt and took up a furious in and out pistoning. There she was,
naked, squatting spread eagle over the john, gagged with her enforcer,
getting raped with Sir's imaginary cock and four imaginary mouths, when her
bladder finally began to drain. As her pee began to trickle into the toilet,
one of the invisible tongues between her legs began to flick repeatedly back
and forth across her fully erect clit, the other pushed well past her anus
and wiggled vigorously deep in her rectum like a snake. Her body was
violated and her mind was filled with fear and horror as she struggled to
get away, unable to break the invisible bonds.
Just as her bladder emptied and the urine stream stopped the ghost cock
orgasmed inside her, throbbing, thrusting deep with jerky, arrhythmic jabs.
Slowly the licking sensations between her legs, the sucking at her breasts,
and the feeling of cuffs on her wrists and ankles faded, leaving her horny
and frustrated. The mouth full of phantom semen stayed with her, however.
Only after drinking nearly a quart of water did the sensation of a mouth
full of come finally leave her. As it vanished, so did the fear and horror.
Julia was left with new emotions, a peaceful happiness with her status as a
possession, a resolve to please her owner, and an intense desire to suck
Sir's dick. Julia looked down and saw that she had peed all over the toilet
seat and floor. She quickly toweled up the mess.
A new urge woke up inside telling Julia that she needed some new underwear.
She went to her closet and picked out a tiny miniskirt and a tight fitting
tank top. She put them on without any underwear. She tossed on a pair of
open toe high heels and was at the door when she remembered to move the plug
to its more discrete resting place. Even though the transfer lasted less
that two seconds, the melancholy made her shake uncontrollably. She looked
up and down at her nearly naked body in the hall mirror, and looking back at
her was a wantonly sexy, eagerly horny slut, ready to fuck like a crazed
weasel at a moments notice. Her erect nipples and dark areoles were clearly
visible through the thin tight fitting top she had chosen. And since she
wasn't wearing any panties, the coolness of fresh air on her moist cunt
reminded her that with this teeny skirt, she wouldn't be bending over to
pick up anything in public. 
Julia went down to Old Town to a lingerie shop. There were several others in
the city, but she sought out this one for some reason. She went in and asked
the clerk for a body stocking. The girl went to the back to get one, even
though there seemed to be plenty of goods out front to select from. The
clerk brought one out and Julia went to the fitting room to try it on. It
was a one-piece stocking that went from her toes all the way to above her
shoulders. The neck scooped way down in the back to nearly her waist. It was
also crotchless from her bellybutton to well past her tailbone. 'That's
convenient.' She looked long at herself in the full-length mirror. The nylon
material caused her nipples to pop out. Julia twiddled with the little penis
against her clit, bringing it to full attention. Wiggling it some more, she
felt her knees begin to buckle. 'Maybe I had better do that at home.' She
put on the skirt, the top, and the pumps she had brought. She left the
fitting room thinking she would pay for the body stocking and wear it home.
As Julia came back out into the store, the clerk saw her. The clerk gave her
a big knowing smile saying "Oh, yesss." She went immediately to the front of
the shop to lock the front door. As Julia watched her, she realized the
clerk was also wearing a body stocking and a mini-skirt. This combined with
the friendly smile she offered gave Julia the most unexpected feeling. Julia
felt as if this clerk, a complete stranger, was a close and trusted friend,
someone she had known for years. Julia also felt an overwhelming urge to
give her a big hug.
The clerk walked right up to Julia and wrapped her arms around Julia. They
kissed and Julia pressed her body firmly back, returning the passion.
Accepting her as though a lover of many months, Julia squeezed her back and
allowed her to explore her body. Never before had Julia had a lesbian
encounter, but this embrace seemed normal and healthy. She knew that was
Sir's doing, and it made her feel complete and happy. 
Julia's hand operated outside her conscious control and instinctively
reached up the clerk's skirt, rubbing and feeling her pussy. Julia was not
surprised to find that her body hose were crotch less and that she, too, was
smoothly clean-shaven. At the very same time the clerk had reached up
Julia's skirt and was feeling her. The contact brought a small moan from the
two lovers. They both brought their hands to their own noses and smelled the
other's scent on her fingers. They smiled and the two laid down on the
carpeted floor and expanded their kissing into full body rubbing and
petting. 
The clerk wiggled Julia's plug gently. "Oh, so you've been a bad girl, 'ey
Sister?"
Julia blushed with embarrassment. "Well,... yes." 'Sister? She called me
Sister?' Instead of pressing her knees together trying to hide, something
made Julia open them wide. She pulled up the hem of her skirt for a better
view, seemingly proud of her predicament. Julia wanted to share EVERYTHING
with this woman. The more obscenely exposed was her posture, the better she
felt.
"Don't worry, Honey. We all wear an enforcer for the first few weeks, or
even months. Since none of us are as perfect as Sir wants, most of us end up
wearing one occasionally. I've been forced to wear mine four different
times. Some of the Sisters wear their enforcer all the time, although I
don't know if it is by choice or not." She tenderly tugged and fondled the
tiny penis.
"Who are you? And what did you mean by 'We all'? Who is 'we'"
"So you're that new? That means Sir must be in town. My real name is Slut,
but the rest of the world knows me as Erica. You can call me either Sister,
Erica, or Slut. Erica gets my attention, Sister make me happy. Calling me
Slut and talking dirty to me invariably makes me horny, wet, and hungry for
a good fuck. So, what has Sir named you?"
"I,...I guess my name is Cunt." she said, thinking 'There I said it. Yes, my
real name is Cunt!' Julia opened her knees even wider. Saying her new name
out loud made her hornier than ever. She lifted her legs and opened her
mouth in the universal posture of sexual availability.
Erica/Slut looked over the body Julia was offering her. "Sir uses Cunt to
name His most beautiful possessions. You are only the fourth Cunt I know of.
He owns dozens of women now. You will learn to tell us apart from those less
fortunate women who haven't been taken yet. We are free to fuck any of the
Sisters whenever we want, although Sir remains the center of our lives. I
can't even imagine fucking another man. The very thought is repulsive to me,
now. I never knew I could be so happy, Cunt."
Each time Slut said the word "Cunt", Julia would shiver. She would suck in a
little half breath of surprise at the wave of sexual urging she felt.
Slut sat up to remove her blouse. She pulled her skirt off, revealing her
nylon-encased body. Her breasts were much smaller than Julia's and had a
small gold ring in each nipple. Her muscles were well defined like those of
a regular athlete. Julia/Cunt quickly peeled off her clothes and displayed
her impressive assets. '...free to fuck any of the Sisters...' She pushed
Slut to the floor and crawled on top of her. They resumed their passionate
petting. Cunt felt again between Slut's legs, exploring with her fingers.
She felt an odd row of bumps along her pussy lips. 
Slut whispered into Julia's ear "Come on, Cunt. Fuck me now, you Cunt. And
then I'll fuck your wet cunt, ... Cunt, ... CUNT." Erica knew firsthand what
effect this had on Julia. She took great delight that she was the first to
see the new Sister melt when her possession name was repeated. "Cunt, ...
Cunt, ... Cunt" she chanted. Now Julia's whole body lurched with each
mention of the word.
Julia's will crumbled under the weight of uncontrollable desire. Following
the urge, Julia decided to feel and explore her new lover with her tongue.
Cunt/ Julia slithered down until her face was nestled between Slut's legs.
She discovered the source of the bumps. Both of Slut's outer and inner labia
lips were pierced a dozen or so times each. Each pierce had a gold bead
attached to a shaft. The shaft went through the lip to another bead. The
effect was that her pussy was outlined and highlighted by four rows of gold
beads. The inner two rows of beads looked like they would caress and
heighten the feeling of Sir's cock as it slid in and out of Slut's pussy.
The outer rows made a marvelous decoration of her hairless sex.
Julia found Slut's clitoris and began kissing and sucking it. It was easy to
find because it was pierced with a small, seamless golden ring set with a
sparkling diamond. Sister Slut started bucking her hips up in response.
Suddenly, Slut grunted out an orgasm, pulling Julia's face against her,
clasping her thighs against Cunt's ears. She held her tight for a while and
then relaxed her grip on Julia's head and hair.
After waiting for Slut to return to reality, Julia said, "Wow, you got off
quick. I don't know if I've ever come that fast."
"That is one of the changes He has made to us. We are all quick to be
excited. I can be brought to orgasm with just a little ear nibbling. Talk
nasty to one of your Sisters and she will become eager to screw you at a
moments notice."
"These beads make your pussy so beautiful. Should I get mine pierced, too?"
"I can't answer that. When it is your time, you will know without being
told. No one told you to come to my shop, did they?"
"No, I just did it. Do you ever take them off? The beads, I mean?"
"No, the beads and rings don't come off like regular ear rings. They're
permanently attached, marking me as His property. I'd have to cut them to
get them off. Every time I shower, shave, masturbate, or even pee I am
reminded that He owns me totally, that I am His slave and I must attend to
His every whim. Whenever I see them, feel them, or think of them I start to
fantasize about Him fucking me with that beautiful cock of His. I'm so used
to wearing them now, I'd feel naked without them. I have accepted them as a
natural part of my body, like a tattoo. Likewise, I have accepted His
ownership of me as a natural part of me. Lay back, Cunt. It's you turn."
Cunt settled back, lifting her knees. Sister Slut licked the little penis
for a bit. Then she pointed it down and away from Julia's cunt. Slut
proceeded licking and nibbling on Julia's tender, swollen love box. Julia
had never had a woman touch her there before, and it was fantastic. She
arched her back, and after barely a minute of this released a loud wail as
she orgasmed, seemingly the best she had ever felt. It seemed to go on
forever. When she finally came back down to earth, Slut had moved to beside
her and they cradled each other in a loving embrace.
"God, that was great!" Julia said. "It usually takes me a long time to get
there. You did that so fast. And you hardly even touched my clitty."
"And let me guess. It felt like the best orgasm of your whole life."
"Yes, it was wonderful!" Julia glowed with that freshly fucked contentment.
"I find that every single orgasm seems better that any I have ever had. I
get horny so often that I find myself masturbating three or four times a
day, even more often if things are slow around here. Yet I can't get off by
my self. None of us can. Luckily the other Sisters are all horny all the
time, too, so we all get lots of great sex. Since we all get off so easy,
quickies can happen almost anywhere. All of the Sisters shop here, so I
probably get screwed more than my share. Some days I lick so many Sisters
that I cannot get rid of the smell and taste of pussy on my breath. It's all
part of the new you Sir has given you. At first it seems He has taken from
you. But you'll soon see that He has given you so much, too."
"How often do you sleep with Him?" Julia asked.
"Sleep? I don't think I've ever actually slept a whole night alone with him.
I'm not that privileged. I have physically screwed him, but not for over a
year now. He did leave a little demon in my head, though. Every time I shave
my pussy, I feel him enter me. He is not actually there, but it feels as
just real as the very first time with him." Slut lay back and began to
finger herself.
"Yes, I've felt him that way, too." Julia added.
Slut's voice became distant and wistful, her eyes were half closed. "It
feels so real. I can feel his fingers pinching my nipples and His tongue
licking my neck. I can feel him orgasming deep inside me. I can even feel
His come drooling down the crack of my ass. Even though I don't get to have
an orgasm that way, He leaves me feeling so content and happy that I shave
every morning and almost every night." Slut was now openly masturbating. Her
knees were bent and pressed wide. She tightened her stomach and curled her
torso forward, lifting her head, tailbone, and feet off the floor. Looking
in a fitting mirror, she watched herself intently as she rubbed her self
between the legs with both hands. Her tongue was stuck all the way out as if
she was trying to lick her own pussy. If she could, Slut probably would lick
her own pussy every chance she got.
"I want to do that some more." Julia was staring directly at Slut's smooth,
pierced pussy, fingering herself, licking her lips. It occurred to her that
never before had she watched another woman masturbate. Before Sir had
changed her, she probably would have been disgusted. But now she was
attracted by it. It seemed only natural that this woman would spread her
legs and rub her pussy without shyness or shame while Julia watched. "Can we
go to your place?" she asked.
Slut laughed "No, no. I've got a business to run, Sister, and you must have
things to do also."
Julia pouted, but Slut was right. Julia had more errands to run, and a ton
of homework to get done. Her mood suddenly lifted at a new thought. 'Umm
yess, dozens of horny Sisters I can fuck any time I like! Three others named
Cunt. I wonder what other names Sir has used.'
Julia got dressed to leave. She offered to pay for the body hose.
Slut refused. "Sisters don't pay for a thing here. One of my tasks for Sir
is to keep you well stocked with sexy clothes and sleepwear for His
pleasure. In fact, you should pick out a few other things, while you're
here. And check out the back room. You'll know from within if Sir wants you
to wear any of that stuff."
"But if Sisters don't pay for their purchases, how do you make any money?"
"Sir sends me lots of paying customers. By now you know that He can make
anybody do anything He wants. He uses many women for his pleasure, but only
a few are good enough to be turned into a Sister. The rest are left with
certain 'changes.' Those that he finds to be entertaining and have no
economic value to Him are usually turned into lusty nymphomaniacs who shave
their pussies, crave anal sex, and (lucky for me) like to buy and wear lots
of sexy lingerie. So my base of steady customers keeps growing."
"If He uses a woman who is married or going steady, He changes her so she
just cannot seem to get enough sex from her boyfriend or husband. She will
beg him to fuck her over and over, every single night, offering him her
mouth, her ass, her pussy, and any other part of her body he wants to use
any way he wants. Although the married women are made to be desperately
horny all the time, he usually molds them into loyal, exclusive possessions
who are deeply in love with their husbands. If an unmarried girl has a
steady boyfriend and he cannot satisfy her hyperactive sexual appetite, she
will begin looking for men or women who can."
"If a girl does not have a steady, He will make her eagerly screw like a
rabbit on the first date and always go out with every guy or girl that asks.
These delightful girls usually become very popular. Word gets around that
they are a very easy lay and that they are wildly fun to fuck because they
will do anything they are told and they take great joy in everything they
do. They end up screwing eight or nine different guys every week, sometimes
two or three at a time. Sometimes a frat house or the lesbian community will
get hold of these girls and they will pass them around and around, using
them as casually entertaining toys."
"Economic value?" Julia questioned. "And what about those that He does not
find to be 'entertaining'?"
"Well, the large majority of the girls He captures end up being used to
support His wealth. Some of them He turns into high dollar call girls. He
owns small, expensive prostitution rings in large cities, both here and
overseas. His clients know that the girls they rent will happily do anything
and everything the customer wants and can be trusted to be completely
discrete. Some large corporations lease these girls as perks for their top
managers. One transportation company puts a girl on each of its ships to be
shared freely by the crew while at sea."
"Others are sold into international slavery. Again, those He sells have
quite a reputation. They fetch top prices from rich men and women around the
world because Sir makes them become totally dedicated to the pleasures and
delights of whoever buys them. He sometimes takes special orders for clients
who want a certain type of girl or boy. I even heard that He got millions
from some South American drug lord who wanted to marry a certain sexy movie
star. Sir wrapped her up pretty and delivered her in person, turning her
into the customer's adoring, obedient, and unquenchably horny wife."
"So as you see, it is best to do whatever He wants, dress however He likes,
and be anything He wants, or you could wind up wasting the rest of your
youth working in a whore house in Soweto spending long hours on your back
with your legs in the air humping back vigorously for total strangers who
line up to slap you around while they fuck both of your holes for a few
coins; falling deeply in love with every single customer, but only if he
fucks your ass, slaps your face, and calls you rude names; licking your own
shit off of twenty or thirty cocks a day; spending all your money on drugs;
with no passport home, no orgasms, no days off, no self respect, no idea
even who you are anymore; hating your life, but so completely addicted to
the sodomy and the drugs that you don't have any will power left to change
it or end it. That very thing and worse has happened to more than one girl."
Julia saw her point. She looked around, selecting a robe, several aerobics
outfits, and some sexy, lacy teddies. She became curious as to what was in
the back room. She stepped through a curtained doorway into a treasure trove
of sexual paraphernalia. The walls were lined with kinky sex toys. One wall
held dildos and similar devices of every shape and description. Another wall
displayed various handcuffs and other bondage gear. Several racks held a
wide collection of vinyl and leather fetish clothes. Julia had never seen
most of this kind of stuff before. She had only heard about it. She felt
neither the urge nor the curiosity to experiment with any of it, so she
left.
On the way out Slut gave Julia five more sets of body hose and a set of
videotapes. "You will need more than one pair. Wearing them every day, they
tend to wear out rather fast. You'll be back. The tapes demonstrate some
exercises He wants you to do every day. What is your dress size, Cunt?" 
"Twelve."
Slut winked, making a note of the response. "Make plans to be at home all
night this Friday. See you soon, Love."
They French kissed one more time. Julia unlocked the door on her way out.
Several customers were patiently waiting, but none of them struck Julia as
being a 'Sister'.

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