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This is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If 
you're not both of those, don't read it.  Characters in a FANTASY don't 
get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't 
use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't 
live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional characters in my stories 
are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what 
they do - someone could get hurt.

If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here, 
congratulations. This particular story is about one of my loyal readers. 
None of the events, however, have taken place in real life. Any 
similarity between any of the other characters in this story and any 
real person is purely coincidental, since all of those characters are 
figments of my dirty little imagination.

This is my story, not yours. Don't sell it or put it on a pay site. You 
can keep it and/or give it away with all of this information intact, but 
if you make money off of it, you're breaking the law and pissing me off.

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A House in the Woods - Samantha (FF, MF, oral, anal, bond, best)
(C)Copyright 2004 - Shakes Peer2B
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"That special dildo you made for me is wonderful!" the brunette gushed, 
"Your design is SO wicked! You just had to put the vibrating clit 
stimulator all the way at the base, didn't you?"

I smiled, "That was to ensure that you got the full benefit of the phallus!"

"But, oh, how it stretches me!" she said, rubbing her thighs together, 
"I have to push the whole thing in to get the vibrator to touch my clit!"

"And how did you like the little red button?" I asked mildly.

Samantha gasped, "How did you know I...?"

"Because I warned you NOT to!" I laughed, "So how was it!"

"Well, I understand now why you made it so it wouldn't work unless it 
was fully inserted!" she replied sheepishly.

"So how was it?" I asked again.

"Oh my GOD!" she couldn't sit still, thinking about it. "When that 
collar inflated inside me and I realized it was locked in, I thought I 
would DIE! But when it started FUCKING me...! Mike, that thing is MEAN! 
I came and came and it wouldn't stop! FINALLY, after about fifteen 
minutes of non-stop orgasm, it wound down and deflated.  I wasn't sure 
whether to be relieved or disappointed!"

"Yeah, be careful with that." I cautioned, "It's on a random timer.  It 
can keep you going anywhere from five to twenty minutes!"

"Twenty minutes!" she gasped, "I'd die!"

"No," I replied, "there are sensors that can detect if you pass out, 
thanks to modern technology, and it will shut down automatically."

"That's good to know!" Samantha couldn't keep her legs still.

"So I take it you are happy with your purchase?" I asked, rather smugly.

She nodded, smiling, and said, "A little afraid of it, but happy, 
nonetheless!"

"So what brings you to my little house in the woods today, Samantha?" I 
asked, "Need something to stimulate another orifice while my little 
pleasure giver is at work?"

"Ooooh!" she exclaimed, thighs rubbing together again, "That's VERY 
tempting, but another time, perhaps! No, I came to you because you seem 
to have some... At least I'm hoping you know someone who can... That is, 
well, look; I'm in my late thirties, divorced, and that dildo is the 
most exciting sex I've had in my life! I want to experience more, but in 
this gossip driven community, I don't dare! I was hoping you might know 
someone who can help me fulfill a fantasy or two, without anyone knowing..."

My guard went up.  I wasn't really sure if she was on good terms with 
her ex, the Sheriff's deputy, but I didn't want to take chances, so I 
shrugged and said, "I can ask around. What kind of fantasies are we 
talking about?"

Samantha blushed deep red before replying, "This is SO embarrassing! You 
won't tell anybody, will you?"

I pretended to think, very hard about that. "Let me see...! Hmmm! Me, 
the guy who made and sold you a very expensive fucking machine... Should 
I embarrass one of my customers in public, knowing that my other 
customers will stop buying from me because I can't keep my big mouth 
shut? Nah! I guess it's better I don't say anything!"

To be honest, I didn't need the money from the sale of those little 
custom gadgets that I made for the local women, but it gave me a 
pseudo-visible means of support, and made me someone with whom people 
knew they could share secrets, so I got to learn more about the workings 
of the community and the people in it. If I had wanted to, I could have 
blackmailed half the leading citizens and embarrassed the hell out of 
the rest, but that wasn't my purpose. All I really wanted was a little 
leverage, should I ever need it.

"Well," Samantha began, "I'd kinda like to experience what sex is like 
with another woman..."

"Okay." I said, "What else?"

When I didn't react adversely to her first fantasy, Samantha became more 
bold. "I want to be in a sandwich - to see what it's like to have two 
big, hard, cocks pounding me at the same time!"

"Is that it?" I asked.

"Isn't that enough?" she cried.

"That's up to you.  I'll make a few calls, and if I can set something 
up, I'll let you know."

"OK."

Two days later, I called Samantha at home.

"Friday night, 8:30PM, my place. Plan to stay overnight." That's all I 
said, then I hung up.

She drove up a little early, and I checked the security system for any 
sign that she might have been followed. Neither it, nor the dogs, gave 
any sign of anyone else being around.

I held a hypodermic syringe in plain sight as Samantha came through the 
door. It contained one of two knockout doses that Doc had given me.

"What's that for?" she asked, eyeing the syringe suspiciously.

"The person who owns the place where we're going," I replied, "doesn't 
know if you can be trusted, so he doesn't want you having any clues 
about how to find the place. This will knock you out for about an hour, 
but shouldn't leave much in the way of lingering effects.  I'm sorry, 
but that's the only way we can do this."

Samantha was still suspicious, but she finally said, "Well, I guess I 
have to trust you. You're not going to sell me to some slaver in 
Timbuktu somewhere, are you?"

"Don't know any slavers - in Timbuktu or anywhere else," I answered 
seriously, "but if I ever met one, one of us would wind up dead. I 
believe in slavery only when the slave consents to his or her 
enslavement. For some people it's a chosen way of life, but for those 
who don't choose to live their lives that way, it's hell. Believe me 
when I say that even if I hated you with every fiber of my being, I 
wouldn't subject you to that."

She saw the truth in my eyes, and simply pulled up the short sleeve of 
her top, exposing the meaty part of her upper arm.

The drug was fast-acting, and I barely had time to set the syringe down 
before Samantha collapsed into my arms.  I let her fold over my shoulder 
and used a fireman's carry to get her through the kitchen and down to my 
dungeon.  You know, on TV, when the girl passes out and the hero carries 
her cradled in his arms?  Try that sometime with someone who's truly 
out! With all the muscles relaxed, it's very hard to keep a body from 
slipping out of your arms.  That's why I prefer the fireman's carry for 
unconscious people.

Doc assured me that the dose would not last very long and the side 
effects would be minimal.  Amy and I undressed our victim and bound her, 
face up, on one of the benches, her legs held wide apart.

While she was out, I took the opportunity to pierce Samantha's clit and 
nipples, installing short, stainless barbells, each with a screw-on ball 
at one end, and a soldered-on ball at the other.  This would help keep 
her pliable for this session, but could be removed if she didn't want to 
wear them all the time.

In a short time, Samantha began to stir and I nodded at Amy who took her 
position astride Samantha's bound body.  The first thing Samantha saw 
when she blearily opened her eyes, was Amy's auburn bush and pierced 
clit. I watched as her startled eyes traveled upward, taking in my 
slave's lovely breasts with their shiny jewelry, and landing on her 
smiling face.

At first Samantha showed no sign of recognition, then some of the fog of 
the drug cleared away and her eyes flashed wide open!

"Amy?!" she cried, "What are YOU doing here?!"

I answered in Amy's stead, "Amy is my slave. She will help you with the 
first part of your fantasy. Since you weren't specific about HOW you 
wanted to be with a woman, I took a few liberties in arranging this 
little scenario."

"Oh, NO!" Samantha cried, "I can't do this! She'll tell everyone at the 
diner! I'll be the laughingstock of the community!"

"Amy, please tell Samantha how long you have been my slave." I commanded.

"One year, eight months and..." Amy's eyes looked upward for a moment, 
"sixteen days!"

"Samantha, did you know that Amy was my slave?" I asked.

"Well, no..." she replied, "I mean, everybody knows you two have a thing 
going on, but I never DREAMED..."

"So would you say that Amy is capable of keeping a secret?" I interrupted.

Samantha gazed at the young lady's smiling face and replied slowly, "I 
guess she MUST be!"

"Amy," I asked, "are you going to tell anyone about what goes on here 
tonight?"

Amy looked as if I had slapped her, and retorted, "Of course not, Sir!"

"Does that ease your mind any, Samantha?"

There was a long pause before Samantha answered, "Yes, I suppose it does."

As if seeing it for the first time, Samantha's wide-eyed gaze swept the 
dungeon, taking in the fixtures, toys, devices, and restraints.

"What IS this place?" she asked in wonder, apparently noticing a few 
other things for the first time too, "Why do my nipples and pussy hurt, 
and why can't I move?"

"The owner of this place doesn't wish to be identified." I replied, "He 
has allowed us to use it for tonight.  You can't move because Amy wants 
to be paid up front for the services she's about to perform.  Amy, would 
you be so kind as to show the nice lady why her nipples and clit hurt?"

Amy held up a length of cord with a loop tied in each end, so that 
Samantha could see it. Smiling wickedly, she stepped backward along 
Samantha's body, until Samantha's breasts were positioned in front of 
her. Samantha's eyes followed the small loop in Amy's right hand as it 
descended toward the bound woman's left breast.

When Amy dropped the loop over the ends of the barbell and pulled, 
Samantha gave a sharp gasp as her newly pierced nipple was stretched 
away from her body. Amy got her attention, and repeated the action with 
the loop in the other end of the cord, trapping her victim's right 
nipple in the same manner. Samantha gasped even louder.  Holding the 
loop of cord taut with one hand, Amy backed up until Samantha's pierced 
clit was in front of her. Giving the cord loop a twist, Amy pulled and 
stretched until she was able to hook that twisted loop under the barbell 
in Samantha's clit.

When she let go, the cord was stretched in a tight V between three 
tender points of Samantha's anatomy. Samantha raised her head to get a 
better look, and immediately screeched her way through a powerful orgasm!

When she finally came down, she gasped, "Mike, this feels deliciously 
wicked, but I can't keep them!"

"Don't worry Samantha," I responded, "They can be removed and replaced 
with ease. No one will ever see them but us, unless you choose to leave 
them in."

"Um, don't you think that 'Samantha' is a little formal for the present 
situation?" she asked, "Sam will do, if that's all right with you."

"Ok, Sam."

Amy got a wicked gleam in her eye, and reaching down, started plucking 
the taught strands of the cord like the strings of a harp, sending Sam 
once more into throes of ecstasy!

When my slave finally relented, and let her calm down, she asked, "What 
did you mean about Amy wanting to get paid up front?"

"Well," I smiled, "I promised her that if she would fulfill your fantasy 
about being with another woman, she could 'play' with you for a while 
first. How do you like being her toy?"

Before she could reply, Amy pulled both cords up sharply and let them 
snap back.

"Aaaaggghhh! You bitch!" Samantha cried, "I'll get you for that!"

Amy just smiled and moved forward, settling her dripping pussy on 
Samantha's mouth.

"That was just to let you know what's in store for you if I feel even a 
hint of teeth!" she hissed, grinding against her victim's mouth. "You 
wanted to know what it was like with another woman. Well this is it, 
Sam! Get that tongue to work and make me cum!"

I could hear muffled mumbling from underneath the squirming girl, but 
Amy must have been enjoying whatever was going on, because she started 
cooing and working her hips rhythmically against the other woman's face!

"OOOOH! Yeah!" she moaned, "You sure you haven't done this before, Sam?"

I let Amy work herself through three orgasms on Sam's tongue before I 
interrupted,

"I think you've been adequately compensated, slave!" I said, "Now it's 
time to give your toy what she came for."

Amy bucked once more against Sam's face, then backed off, panting, "Yes, 
sir! Thank you sir!"

"Just make it good, slave." I commanded, "She's a valued customer and I 
want her to go home satisfied."

Amy stepped off Samantha's bound body, and knelt beside her. She gently 
removed the cord tethering Sam's barbells together.

"That was one side of girl-girl sex, Sam." she said in a low, husky 
voice, "Now I'll show you another side, and fulfill a fantasy I've had 
about you for years! You didn't know I've had a crush on you, did you? 
Ever since I started working at the cafe, I've wanted to make love to you!"

"I - I knew you were awfully nice to me," the helpless brunette replied, 
"but you're nice to everyone. It didn't occur to me..."

"Ssshhh!" Amy whispered, "I'll show you..."

She leaned close and tenderly kissed Samantha on the mouth, their soft 
lips melting together as Amy slipped her leg once again over the supine 
woman's body to press her breasts and pussy against Samantha's. Amy did 
something between them with her hands, and when she raised her torso, 
her nipple rings were linked with Sam's barbells, stretching both pairs 
of breasts to elongated cones!

Slipping a hand between her widespread thighs, Amy linked her clit ring 
to Sam's third barbell, then carefully slid her knees forward until she 
was crouched above the other woman on hands and knees, bound to her by 
their most sensitive flesh!

Again, she bent to kiss Samantha, with more passion this time, 
undulating her torso to alternately tug and release breasts and clit. 
Sam's response was electric! She screamed into Amy's mouth and jerked 
spasmodically beneath her! Her reaction was so violent that all Amy 
could do was hold on for dear life and try to keep things from getting 
too far out of hand.

When Samantha finally came down and lay panting under Amy, whose own 
orgasm was still giving her twitches, I said, "Fun, huh?"

She gave me a baleful look, but smiled and said, "You DO have a certain 
evil twist of mind that digs into all the forbidden corners of mine and 
finds those little secret perversions I've hidden even from myself!"

"Oh, this little scenario was all Amy's idea." I smiled back, "I had no 
idea she was going to do that!"

She gazed in wonder at the dreamy expression on my slave's face, then 
raised her head and kissed Amy sweetly.

"Thank you!" she whispered.

"You're welcome!" Amy replied, "But the best is yet to come!"

So saying, she gingerly unhooked their body jewelry and knelt between 
Sam's widespread thighs.  Samantha gasped when Amy stuck her little 
upturned nose deep into the older woman's swampy gash and inhaled deeply.

"Mmmm!" my eager little slave hummed, "Delicious!"

She dove back in, tongue first, this time, and set about cleaning up the 
juices coating the bound woman's aroused pussy with playful flicks of 
her little pink tongue and long licks from anus to clit. Samantha's 
breath was coming fast and shallow, punctuated by little moans and gasps 
as Amy's educated tongue worked her into a frenzy. For long, slow 
minutes, Amy made leisurely love to the trembling womanhood before her, 
driving Samantha higher and higher, but never quite letting her cum. 
Slipping two slender fingers into Sam's dripping tunnel, she gently 
caressed the other woman's g-spot while sucking and lightly nibbling at 
her newly pierced clit.  Again and again Samantha approached the 
precipice, only to be dragged back as Amy eased her ministrations.

"You little Bitch!" Samantha cried, "Let me cum! Oh GOD! You demoness! 
Spawn from hell!  LET - ME - CUM!"

Amy smiled a wet smile from between Sam's legs and said "All in good 
time, dear Samantha. Patience is a virtue, you know!"

"AAAAGGGHHH!" Sam screamed in frustration, her head flying back and 
forth in denial.

For several more minutes, Amy teased Samantha, building pressure and 
frustration to an unbearable level. Samantha was screaming and cursing 
almost continuously when I finally tapped Amy on the shoulder, 
signalling her to have mercy on her poor victim.

Once again into the breach Amy dove, capturing Sam's barbell between her 
teeth and shaking it like a dog with a rat, while two fingers attacked 
her g-spot.  Another finger wormed its way swiftly into the demented 
woman's anus, casting her into the abyss as Samantha's body spasmed 
through paroxysms of orgasm greater than any she had ever thought 
possible! Her pelvis raised a foot off the bench and her entire body 
bridged between shoulders and heels as she quaked and screamed!  For 
several long seconds Samantha hung suspended above the bench, before 
collapsing bonelessy onto it, twitching and spasming through a series of 
aftershocks.

Slowly, gently, softly kissing Sam's lower belly, Amy withdrew her 
invading digits from the other woman's body as she lay gasping for air.

Amy released her from her bonds and came to kneel at my feet.

"So, Samantha," I asked, "how was your first experience with another woman?"

"Incredible!" she sighed, "Though that wasn't quite how I envisioned it 
happening!"

"Are you ready for the second part of your fantasy?" I queried.

"If it's going to have as many 'twists' as this one," she smile tiredly, 
"I'm not sure, but, 'In for a penny, in for a pound!'"

"Ok, while we're waiting for your second lover, why don't I get your 
backside prepared? Have you experienced anal sex, Samantha?"

"Once or twice with my ex," she replied, "he wasn't much into it, though 
I kind of liked it, after I got used to it."

"Okay," I said, "your little floor show with Amy has pretty much gotten 
me ready, so I'll lube myself like so..."

I slathered my rigid cock with gel and handed her the tube while I 
continued to stroke my slippery member.

"...now, if you'll squirt a big glob of this on my fingers," I 
instructed, "then bend over and spread for me, I'll prepare you for me. 
  Be generous. There's no such thing as too much!"

I packed her chute with the lube as Samantha leaned away from me, 
shuddering at the sensation of my fingers in her butt.

Wiping my fingers on a towel, I grasped the brunette by her hips and 
guided her backward toward my upright pole.

"Now, just ease down onto me..." I lectured, "That's it. Take your time. 
It's going to stretch so push out, like you're taking a dump... There! 
Now that the head is in, just ease down..."

Slowly, with a gutteral groan, Samantha lowered her quivering buttocks 
onto my shaft. When she came to the inner barrier, I said; "Okay, one 
more opening to go through... Easy... Push out... There! Now down slowly..."

Samantha shrieked as my bloated plum penetrated her lower intestine, but 
bravely continued downward, ever so slowly impaling herself on my 
pulsating cock.  Finally, her buttocks rested on my hips, and she 
gingerly moved them around my rod, carefully finishing the job of 
stretching herself to accept me.

"God! You're deep!" she husked, "No one ever went that far inside me 
before!"

"Ooooooh!" she cooed, as she experimentally raised and lowered herself 
on my dick.

I pulled her hair back and whispered in her ear, "Amy's going to 
blindfold you now, and get your second lover! I want this to be a 
surprise for you!"

"Ooooh!" Samantha trilled, "I like surprises!"

Amy fastened a blindfold securely to Sam's face, and I reclined our 
bodies on the bench while Amy went to fetch us another cock.

Samantha idly rocked her hips as we lay on the bench.  As Amy returned 
with Caesar, one of my Wolf-Malamute mix dogs, I used my thighs to 
spread Samantha's.

"Okay, Samantha," I whispered, "you wanted two big cocks at the same 
time, and your other lover is here, so open wide and let him in!"

"Wha...!" Sam started to say as Caesar's furry body landed on her belly, 
"What's that?! Who's there?!"

Amy guided Caesar's red, pointed shaft to Sam's dripping vagina, and he 
wasted no time driving home!

"Oh my GOD!" Samantha cried, "Is that a DOG! Ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno-ohno!"

As usual, Caesar's knot was quick to inflate, and soon he was locked 
firmly inside his conquest! I whipped the blindfold off of Samantha's eyes.

"You remember Caesar, don't you, Sam?" I asked conversationally, 
"Caesar, meet Samantha!"

Caesar, uninterested in formal introductions, was busy 'treading', his 
cock and knot still growing inside his hapless bitch.

"Oh shit!" Sam moaned, "That feels like that dildo, except the knot 
doesn't move on the dildo, and it's not as HOT as this one! Oh God! You 
ARE a twisted individual, Mike! Oooooooo!"

I started stroking in her ass in counterpoint to Caesar's machine gun 
delivery.  Since I couldn't hope to match his rapid-fire fucking, I 
timed my strokes to match every third stroke of his. (In, out, in, out, 
in[in], out, in, out[out], in, out, in, out, in[in]...) or something 
like that.

Samantha could have cared less. She was lost in a whirlwind of orgasm, 
one coming right on the tail of another, over and over! Caesar, 
undeterred, continued his single-minded drilling of the soft flesh 
beneath him, and I just hung on for the ride, trying not to blow it too 
soon!

Between Sam's twisting, spasming and moaning, and Caesar's knot 
massaging the underside of my cock, it was all I could do to keep from 
cumming too soon!

Samantha's orgasms were slowing, mostly out of fatigue, before I felt 
Caesar's cock, driven as deep as it would go, pulsing with his bestial 
discharge. Sam, feeling the superheated lava coating her insides, 
shrieked and blasted through her strongest orgasm yet! That was it for 
me! My organs turned themselves inside out, blasting deep into the 
brunette's siezing colon!

Samantha, feeling my cock fountaining in her ass, wailed like a banshee 
and rocketed off on yet another orgasmic journey, finally collapsing 
onto me, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"OhGod-ohGod-ohGod-ohGod..." she mumbled over and over, trembling and 
shaking with aftershocks.

Caesar, never a patient lover, dismounted and stood ass to pussy with 
his erstwhile bitch. The rolling of his cock and knot inside her set Sam 
off on another, smaller climax.

Almost as quick to deflate as he was to inflate, in a few minutes, 
Caesar slurped out of the semi-comatose woman's body, dragging that 
long, red, dripping log after him, and sending new tremors through Sam's 
body.

"Well, Samantha," I whispered, "you wanted to experience two cocks at 
once. Did it live up to your expectations?"

Slowly, her sweat-soaked head turned in my direction, "I wasn't sure, 
after that dildo, Mike, but now I know for sure that you're some kind of 
sexual demon! That much pleasure is just not possible in the real world! 
A fucking DOG, for Christ's sake! How can I ever go back to my other 
life after this? You have ruined me for 'regular' sex, you evil, evil 
man, and I love you dearly for it! How can I ever repay you?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I got a fair amount of pleasure out of 
this, too." I replied, "Amy, too, and Caesar.  I think that's payment 
enough, on one condition..."

"Anything!" she sighed.

"If you'll get off me sometime soon, so I can breathe, we'll call it 
even!" I smiled.

She giggled as she sat up and slowly raised herself, 'oohing' 
occasionally, off my still semi-hard cock.

We took turns showering in the dungeon shower, and as we finished 
dressing, Sam asked "Do you have to give me another shot?"

"I think we can trust you not to say anything." I said, pointing at the 
video cameras mounted around the dungeon.

"Oh my God!" she cried in alarm, "You TAPED this?!"

"For my protection only, dear lady." I replied, "If you keep my trust, 
I'll keep yours. This is just insurance."

She searched my eyes for a moment, apparently seeing what she sought.

"I'd better not get any blackmail letters!" she retorted, softening it 
with a smile.

"I don't need the money, Sam," I said, "and no one else has access to 
the tapes. As I said, they're just for my protection. If I intended to 
blackmail you, why not start now? Don't worry, sex is my thing, not 
extortion."

I led them out of the dungeon and Sam gasped as she recognized my kitchen.

"You never took me anywhere!" she exclaimed, "So what was all that 
rigamarole with the needle about?"

"I needed to know that I could trust you, Sam." I replied, unperturbed, 
"Now I know that.  If you ever want another fantasy fulfilled, you know 
where to come."

She gazed at my face for a few moments, then tiptoed, leaning forward to 
kiss me. "I might just do that!"

She started to give Amy a peck on the cheek, but my auburn haired slave 
was having none of it. She grabbed Samantha and gave her a deep, soulful 
kiss, grinding their loins together for several long moments.

When she finally released her, Sam was flushed and flustered, and seemed 
a little unsteady on her feet.

"Uh, 'bye Amy!" she said distractedly.

"'Bye lover!" Amy replied throatily.

Samantha held tightly to the rail as she made her way down the few steps 
from the porch. She looked back and smiled before climbing into her car 
to leave.

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