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Author: Norm DePloom
Title: Our New Toy
Part: 05
Summary: Patsy gains a deeper understanding of what 
it means to be a slave.
Keywords: M+F MM FF hum oral anal nc

Caveat lector.

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Copyright (C) 2005 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for 
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All the characters and events in this story are 
fictional; any resemblance to real people or events 
is entirely coincidental.

Our New Toy
Part 05
By
Norm DePloom

I guess Patsy really objected to being the glory 
hole girl after all.  Up to that instant she must 
have thought that I was joking about making her work 
in the glory hole booth.  She sobbed and wept 
piteously as she begged me not to make her do it.  
She worked herself into a frenzy then pulled her 
silk manacles from her wrists.

"I won't do it," she screeched, throwing the silk 
ribbons at me, "I won't do it and I won't be your 
plaything anymore.  Take me home."  I don't think 
she was prepared for me to laugh at her.  I hadn't 
laughed so hard in ages.  Patsy calmed down and just 
looked embarrassed as my laughter finally died down.

"What makes you think that I'd take you home?"

"But, Nancy said..." I stopped her with a back hand 
slap which was the best I could do in the car.

"Who told you?"  I asked, Patsy sputtered and 
stuttered as she rubbed her cheek.

"Mistress told me..." she started over, already 
slipping back into her slave mode.

"Yes," I interrupted, "I know what she told you, it 
was a really touching little scene.  It left me all 
warm and hard just watching it."  Patsy slumped in 
the seat beside me.  She was, apparently, devastated 
by my mocking of her little bonding ceremony she and 
Nancy had enjoyed.

"Please, tell me you're smart enough to know that 
pulling those ribbons off wouldn't really mean 
anything."

"I..." 

"Shut the fuck up.  You've just finished twelve 
years of education at the taxpayer's expense, surely 
you ran across the definition of the word slave 
during all that time?"  I waited until she realized 
that I expected an answer that time.

"Yes...yes master." 

"Was there anything at all in the definition of the 
word slave that they taught you in school that would 
have led you to believe that it is a voluntary 
condition?"

"No, master," she whispered so softly I could barely 
hear her.  I slipped a finger under her silk 
'collar' and ripped it from her neck then tossed it 
into the back seat.

"When you see your mistress again you'll have to 
explain to her why you're not wearing the silk 
ribbons she made for you."  I grabbed Patsy by the 
wrist then pulled her from the car behind me.  
Moving my hand to the back of her neck I walked her 
into the adult book store in much the same way as I 
had marched her into the park for her public 
spanking.  Patsy's tear streaked face and disheveled 
hair attracted the attention of virtually every one 
of the higher than usual number of males in the 
store.

"How's it hanging?" Bob asked from behind the 
counter.

"Down to my knees, as always.  I need the camera."

"I remember you," Bob said to Patsy as he retrieved 
an instant camera from under the counter and held it 
out towards me, "you're the little whore who bent my 
magazine rack when you were putting on that little 
public show on Saturday."  Patsy sniffed and tried 
to hold back her tears as she stared at the floor.  
The men gathered around us as I positioned Patsy in 
front of the door to the booth.

"Lift up your skirt and blouse," I instructed.  
"Come on," I encouraged her after a pause, "show us 
your tits and that cute little hairless pussy of 
yours."  Patsy slowly lifted her skirt and blouse 
without looking up from the floor.  

"Now look into the camera lens," I told Patsy after 
her crotch and breasts were uncovered, "your new 
friends are going to want to see the mouth that they 
are going to be using today."  Patsy slowly raised 
her head and stared at the camera with red-rimmed, 
eyes and tear streaked cheeks.  Her whole body 
jerked like she had been hit in the stomach when the 
flash went off.  

"Now just stay like that until the picture develops 
and we can make sure it's ok."  I stepped up and 
stood beside Patsy so she could watch as the picture 
of her looking like a naughty school girl showing 
herself to the boys slowly appeared.  I placed the 
photograph into the frame that was attached to the 
outside of the booth door.  

"Give me a few minutes to get today's glory hole 
girl ready," I said to the gathering crowd, then 
opened the door and pushed Patsy into the booth.  I 
pulled the blouse over her head, then pushed the 
skirt off her hips and down her legs.  My slave was 
now, accept for her sandals, completely naked.

"Kneel I ordered," pointing to the low, narrow, 
padded bench attached to the wall of the booth.  

"Grab the rails," the booth was equipped with hand 
rails on each side of the whole to give the person 
something to hold onto.  Each of the rails was also 
equipped with a wrist cuff for those glory hole 
girls (or boys) who might be less than completely 
willing.  I attached the cuffs to Patsy's wrists.  
Patsy stared at the wall directly in front of her, 
and I could see that her jaw muscles were clenched, 
holding her jaw shut.  It was obvious that my battle 
with Patsy was not over yet.  Leaving the booth door 
open so anyone who looked could see her naked, and 
chained in front of the glory hole, I went back up 
to the counter and got a ring gag and a nice heavy 
paddle from Bob.  I got nods of approval from the 
men gathered around the booth when I returned.


"Spread your knees," Patsy stared straight ahead at 
the booth wall and did not move.  The crack of the 
paddle against Patsy's naked fanny could be heard 
throughout the entire store and was met with a cheer 
from the men waiting to use her mouth.  I counted to 
five while I watched her butt turning as bright red 
as her face used to, then let another one land, the 
second one elicited a yelp from my recalcitrant 
slave and another cheer from the waiting men.  
Patsy, despite the tears streaming from her eyes, 
managed to hold out until the fifth blow before she 
gave in and, with a piteous whimper, spread her 
knees.  I quickly restrained her thighs with the 
leather straps that were attached to the wall for 
that purpose.  I pulled Patsy's head back with a 
hand full of her hair.

"Open your mouth."  Patsy clenched her jaw muscles 
in defiance.  

"You can't win," just as I reached for the paddle 
Patsy's jaw relaxed.  I slipped the ring behind her 
lower teeth, then forced her mouth open and paced 
the other side of the ring behind her upper teeth.  
I fastened the straps tightly around Patsy's head 
then quickly stripped and knelt behind her.  My hard 
cock nestled perfectly in her crotch with her 
smooth, clean shaved, virgin pussy resting on top of 
my erection. 

"We're ready," I announced loud enough to be heard 
over the top of the wall of the ceiling less booth. 

"Now," I whispered into Patsy's ear as my hands 
roamed over her smooth naked skin and my hard cock 
throbbed against her wet pussy, "your going to start 
learning what it really means to be a slave."  When 
the first hard cock appeared through the hole I 
centered Patsy's mouth over it and pushed her head 
forward.  Drool was already beginning to flow over 
her lower lip and drip onto her heaving breasts.  
Gagging sounds came from deep inside Patsy's throat 
every time the cock thrust into her mouth.

"Whose cock is in your mouth?  Is it some stranger 
you'll never see again?  Or is it Mr. Franklin who 
you'll have to smile at and be nice to on Sunday.  
When he grins at you will it be because he knows 
you've already eaten cum directly from his cock?  
When the pastor looks at you during the sermon will 
it be because he's remembering what your mouth felt 
like on his hard cock?"  I held Patsy with my left 
arm around her waist and my right hand holding my 
cock firmly against her wet pussy.  Every time 
either one of us moved, the head of my cock would 
rub against her swollen, sensitive, clitoris.  I was 
so close I could see the channel along the bottom 
pulse as the anonymous cock pumped cum down my 
slave's throat.  When the depleted cock pulled out 
of her mouth, I released my grip on Patsy's waist 
and grabbed a tissue to wipe the drool from her 
chin.  The second cock pushed through the hole and 
into Patsy's open mouth. 

"Maybe that's your daddy who's pumping his cock into 
your mouth," I whispered as I moved myself against 
her, "you think it could never happen, but you will 
never know for sure.  When we go to your parents 
house for dinner you'll never know if your daddy 
secretly fed you incestuous cum while you were 
sucking cock at the glory hole."  Patsy's grunts 
around the hard rod fucking her mouth were obviously 
supposed to convey her conviction that her good, god 
fearing, morally upright, church attending, 
Christian, father would never do such a thing.  

"Maybe he came in for one of the girly magazines he 
keeps hidden to masturbate with when your mom won't 
spread her legs for him and saw your picture on the 
door.  Instead of rescuing his naked daughter from 
her degradation he decided to help with your 
defilement and get in a little secret incestuous 
thrill as a bonus."  My cock spasmed and spewed cum 
into my hand at the same time the second anonymous 
cock emptied itself in Patsy's mouth.  I smeared my 
fresh sperm over Patsy's breasts as the third hard 
cock pushed through the hole and into her gapping 
mouth.  

"How long will it be before you loose track of how 
many cocks have been in your body?  When you'll no 
longer know how many men have fucked you or how many 
cunts you've licked?  How long will it be until you 
spread your legs for a complete stranger as easily 
as most people take a drink of Coke(r)?  Are you 
going to suck cock properly if I remove the ring?"  
Patsy nodded her head as best she could with a cock 
in her throat.  As soon as the third cock erupted in 
her mouth and pulled out I unbuckled the ring and 
pulled it from her mouth.

"Now," I said as the next cock was pushed through 
the hole, "suck this cock and suck it good."  Patsy 
took the hard dick into her mouth and moved her lips 
up and down the shaft.   I continued to run my hands 
over her breasts, belly, and especially her crotch, 
while holding her firm fanny up against my stomach 
and my cock between her legs.  

"The problem with the ring," I whispered in her ear, 
"is it allows too much cum to leak out of your 
mouth, to be wasted on your chin and neck.  I want 
you to swallow every drop of cum that spews from 
these hard cocks.  I want you to feed on their cum 
like it was your only source of sustenance.  I want 
you to eat more sperm before you go to your 
graduation this afternoon than most women do their 
whole lives.  When you are presented with your 
diploma this afternoon your belly is going to be 
full of sperm and the taste of all these men will 
still be in your mouth.  When you walk across that 
stage you will have no way of knowing how many of 
the males watching you had their cocks buried in 
your throat today.  When you see the boys in your 
class whispering to each other you'll have no way of 
knowing how many of them are talking about how good 
it felt to fuck your mouth."  As I whispered in 
Patsy's ear, and anonymous cocks dumped cum down her 
throat, my fingers and my cock were drenched with 
the overflow from her pussy.  Her smell permeated 
the booth and, I'm sure, the whole store.

"When the chairman of the school board hands your 
diploma to you in front of the entire town will he 
be wondering when you'll be in the glory hole booth 
again."  Patsy's hips jerked sharply forward and 
backward as the images created by my whispered 
words; my fingers moving in and out of her pussy; 
and the cocks using her mouth as a public cum dump 
drove her to the first of many orgasms.  

"Oh, god," she moaned leaning back against me after 
the latest in the long line of softening cocks was 
pulled out of her mouth and disappeared back through 
the glory hole.  It was replaced almost immediately 
with another one which was being thrust impatiently 
in the air.  As Patsy used the handrails to pull 
herself forward and take the new cock into her 
mouth, I pulled back and repositioned myself so the 
head of my cock rest directly on her anus.  As she 
took the hard cock into her throat I pushed.  I 
could feel her tight sphincter slowly opening as I 
entered the never before used (at least in this way) 
orifice.  I can only imagine the thrill the man on 
the other side of the glory hole felt; a thrill 
caused by the high frequency vibrations from the 
slave's squeals as my cock entered Patsy's virgin 
ass.  Once I was buried completely in her rear I 
held onto my slave pressing myself against her naked 
back while I ceaselessly explored her breasts and 
cunt with my hands and fingers as I enjoyed the 
tight hot feel of her ass gripping my cock.  Every 
time she orgasmed her hips would thrust forward and 
backward as she fucked her ass on my cock.  With 
each orgasm her anal muscles would massage and milk 
my hard cock in ways I'd never felt before.  I must 
have held Patsy, impaled on my hard cock for an hour 
while she sucked one man after another through the 
glory hole.  Her vaginal secretions covered my 
hands, my balls and my thighs, not to mention her 
thighs all the way down to her knees.  Finally I 
came, jerking and twitching inside her tight hole, 
then, as I softened, slipped out.  I swear she 
whimpered in disappointment as her tight sphincter 
closed.  

I wiped myself off with the slave's blouse then put 
on my trousers and shirt and left the booth.  I left 
the door open so the men waiting their turns could 
enjoy watching Patsy suck the cocks of the men ahead 
of them in line.   By the time Nancy got to the book 
store with the robe for Patsy's graduation the crowd 
of men had thinned out and Patsy was able to rest 
for a few minutes between cocks.  We unbuckled the 
wrist cuffs, and the straps holding her thighs, then 
helped our slave stand up; her legs were stiff from 
kneeling all day.  Nancy and I sat on the bench with 
our naked slave standing in front of us.

"We are going to prepare you for your graduation 
ceremony."  Patsy did not look at all happy about 
the prospect of being 'prepared' by us before she 
attended her high school graduation.  Despite the 
large number of seemingly very intense orgasms she 
had while my cock was inside her fanny, Patsy 
appeared to believe that the whole 'glory hole' 
experience was rather degrading.  Good, it was meant 
to be.  

"Turn around, spread your legs and bend over."  
Although Patsy did as I had instructed, she seemed 
to be reacting at a purely physical, mentally 
detached level instead of the willing acceptance she 
had begun to display for us at home.  Sucking 
anonymous cock all day seemed to have shocked her 
out of her complacency.  I pulled the small butt 
plug from my pocket and rubbed it up and down along 
the folds of our slave's over flowing pussy.  Her 
natural lubricant was so thick and so viscous that 
long strings of it stretched from the butt plug back 
to Patsy's pussy when I pulled the plug away from 
her.

"That is going to make some cock feel really special 
someday," Nancy observed.  I positioned the narrow 
end of the plug on Patsy's rectum and, with equal 
fascination, we both watched her brown, crinkled, 
sphincter stretch as it moved up over the larger end 
of the plug then closed around the plug's narrow 
neck.


"You will wear this butt plug under your gown to 
remind you that you belong to us, and to commemorate 
you're receiving your first ass fuck this afternoon.  
Now stand up and turn back around to face us."  
Working together, Nancy and I stretched each of 
Patsy's breasts by pulling on her nipples then 
affixed a tight rubber band about an inch back from 
her areolas. 

"I know this hurts now," Nancy said as she ran her 
fingers over the already tight skin of the slave's 
beginning to swell nipples, "but by the time you 
receive your diploma, they will be so swollen and 
tender that even the feel of your robe moving 
against them will be agony."  Tears rolled down 
Patsy's cheeks as we outlined the abuse she was 
going to suffer during her graduation ceremony.

"Spread your legs dear," Nancy said as she pulled an 
unlabeled bottle from her purse.  She scooped out a 
finger full of the thick past and spread it over and 
in Patsy's pussy.  After scooping out another finger 
full and applying it, Nancy put the lid back on the 
jar and returned it to her purse.  Nancy and I sat 
back and watched Patsy.  She stared back at us for a 
minute before the expression on her face suddenly 
changed.

"God, it burns, it burns, it hurts," she howled as 
she cupped her crotch and bent over in pain.

"Stand up dear," Nancy said, "and don't cover 
yourself."  Patsy struggled to stand up straight and 
to hold her hands down at her side.  

"The burning sensation will increase for the next 
hour or so," Nancy informed her, "your labia will 
swell up to four or five times their normal size 
and, in an attempt to expel the irritant, your pussy 
will produce so much lubricant that it will coat 
your legs all the way down to your feet before the 
graduation is over.   

"Last, but not least," Nancy pulled a new collar 
from her purse.  It was two inches wide, black 
leather over a spring steel core, with a pointed 
steel stud every inch around its length.  Nancy 
placed it around Patsy's neck and fastened it with a 
small padlock instead of a buckle.  It was tight 
enough to remind our slave of her strangulation 
fantasy.  A small metal tag hung from the front of 
the collar.  On the front of the tag Nancy had them 
engrave 'Ancillula' and on the back 'If found' and 
our phone number.  

While we drove to the university's stadium, where 
the late afternoon graduation ceremony was to be 
held, Patsy attempted to stoically sit in the proper 
position between Nancy and me but, within a few 
blocks, was leaning on Nancy's shoulder allowing 
herself to be consoled by one of the people who was 
responsible for her discomfort.  After parking at 
the stadium, I pulled Patsy's robe up far enough to 
check her crotch.  

"You're swelling up quite nicely, by the time we get 
to the party this evening they will be nice and 
plump."  We all got out of the car and walked 
towards the area where the graduates were 
assembling.  

"We'll be watching from the stands," Nancy said as 
she straightened Patsy's robe.  Gail arrived, robed 
and breathless, and hugged Patsy who winced in pain 
as her rubber banded nipples were squeezed against 
her friend. 

"Take care of our Ancillula for us," I instructed 
Gail as I gave each of Patsy's nipples and 
additional squeeze through her robe.  I'm sure it 
must have felt to her like they were going to pop.  
Other than Patsy's constant agitation, and her 
inability to sit still, the ceremony was just as 
long and boring as any other high school graduation.  
We video taped Patsy's walk up to and across the 
stage, it was obvious that she was trying to walk 
without having the robe move against her swollen 
nipples and without her thighs rubbing against her 
swollen labia.  Gail must have been working overtime 
with other members of the class, just as Patsy took 
her diploma form the school board chairman fully a 
third of the graduating class yelled 'slut' in 
unison.  We did not need the telephoto lens on the 
video camera to see the red glow of Patsy's face as 
she left the platform and walked back to her seat.  

Our slave was very sullen when we met back up with 
her and Gail after the graduation.  She remained 
silent during the ride back to our apartment.  Once 
inside the apartment we removed her robe then 
examined her nipples and labia.  Patsy cried and 
begged me not to touch her as I ran my fingers over 
the amazingly tight, bright red skin of her swollen 
nipples.  With a gag in place and Nancy holding her 
arms tightly behind her back, I slipped the blunted 
end of a pair of bandage scissors under the rubber 
bands now almost completely buried in the skin of 
her swollen nipples and cut them free.  Patsy's 
screams were audible even through the gag.  Her 
breasts remained misshapen for several minutes after 
they were released from the rubber bands. 

Patsy's mood seemed to sink even lower as we 
prepared ourselves and her for her graduation party.  
I could almost read her thoughts as she wondered how 
she could stop what was happening to her.  Being our 
slave had suddenly stopped being fun.  We dressed 
her in a thong which had a two inch lace frill 
around the top, almost like a supper short skirt.  
The lace was far to short to cover the way the thong 
sunk deeply into her pussy completely disappearing 
between her radically swollen labia.  The lace 
nicely accented the firm roundness of Patsy's fanny.  
Her butt plug could be seen between her cheeks.  Her 
entire crotch as well as her inner thighs, down to 
her knees, was still covered with the copious flow 
from her irritated pussy.  She wore a matching lacy 
bra with half cups that left her still misshaped 
nipples exposed; a pair of thigh high white 
stockings that darkened above the knee where they 
were becoming saturated with the viscous fluid from 
her pussy; and, of course spiked heals.  Attached to 
the back of her bra was a pair of angel wings 
extending just far enough to each side to be seen 
peaking out from behind her shoulders when viewed 
from the front.  The bottom of the angel wings were 
anchored to the butt plug with a length of cloth 
wrapped wire.   We left her new collar locked around 
her neck. 

Before leaving for the party Nancy and I reclined on 
the bed and signaled for our little slut angel to 
attend to our needs.  We ran our hands over her 
costumed body while Patsy traded off between sucking 
on me and licking Nancy.  Our slave was obviously 
approaching a crisis, she used her mouth and tongue 
to gratify our sexual needs as she had been told, 
but was totally devoid of any emotion.  On our way 
out to the car Patsy walked between us with her eyes 
straight ahead neither reacting to nor acknowledging 
the comments of the people at the pool.

Patsy did not know it yet, but she was in for a 
shock that would, in the truest since, 'rock her 
world'.  She was about to discover that nothing 
about the world she lived in was as she thought it 
was.  Two days before her graduation I received a 
call from one of Patsy's grandfathers informing me 
that he, and her other grandfather wanted to meet 
with me.  Needless to say I had a bit of trepidation 
about meeting with them but figured nothing good 
could come from avoiding it.  We met in the coffee 
shop on Pacific Avenue located across the street 
from the main entrance to the Junior College.  We 
sat in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant 
and, once we had coffee the two old men had 
introduced themselves as William Odin and Kevin 
Kline, they wasted no time in getting right to the 
point.

"We know what you are doing to our granddaughter," 
Kevin said between sips of hot coffee.  

"Not that we object," William added after sipping 
his coffee, "do you actually LIKE this drek?"  He 
put the coffee mug back on the table and pushed it 
away in disgust.  The non sequitur caught me by 
surprise.  

"No, I don't even consider what they serve here to 
be coffee.  The quality of their coffee was not my 
main concern when I suggested this place."  Kevin 
and I followed William's suggestion and pushed our 
mugs to the center of the table, then I waited to 
see what else they had to say.  So far they claimed 
that they knew what I was doing to their 
granddaughter, and that they did not object.  
Caution made me doubt both claims and I wasn't about 
to give out any information until they committed 
themselves with more than just claims.  I was 
willing to wait as long as it took, and I wasn't 
about to let an uncomfortable silence force me to 
speak up before they did.  There is an old concept 
in sales that, once you ask for the sale, the first 
one to speak loses.   After a very long minute of 
silence the two men looked at each other then Kevin 
spoke.

"We know that you and your wife are turning our 
granddaughter into a sex slave."  

"And that doesn't bother you?"

"No, quite the contrary, she may fight for awhile 
but we are firmly convinced that only in slavery 
will she find true happiness."  

"I have been far too concerned about my and my 
wife's pleasures to worry about Patsy's happiness."

"And well you should be," Kevin spoke again, "as her 
master and owner your concern should be only for 
your pleasure."  The two men then proceeded to tell 
me a story of multi-generational incestuous  sexual 
slavery.  They were half brothers and both admitted 
that they, and their wives were the sexual 
playthings of their father.  Their son and daughter, 
Patsy's parents had spent their lives satisfying the 
sexual whims of their parents and grandparents.  
when patsy was born they were instructed to move to 
a nearby city and raise her without letting her know 
anything about the family history.  This was not 
done for Patsy's benefits, but for the cruel 
enjoyment of the rest of the family when they forced 
her to submit to their perverted desires.  Patsy's 
parents had taken her to visit her grandparents and 
great grandfather on a regular basis.  On these 
visits they had always been careful to insure that 
she saw no hint of the incestuous activity going on 
behind closed doors.  

Nancy and my anticipation grew as we approached our 
slave's parents' house; we were about to witness the 
complete collapse of everything Patsy thought she 
knew about her family and the world.  Patsy grew 
increasingly agitated as we neared our destination.  
She had no knowledge of where we were going until we 
turned onto the street where she had grown up.  

"Oh god," she said lifting her head from Nancy's 
shoulder, "oh god, no, we can't stop here."  I 
contradicted her statement by pulling over to the 
curb and parking.

"We have to," I explained as I shut off the engine, 
"your parents are throwing a graduation party for 
you."

"It would be really impolite for the guest of honor 
to not show up," Nancy added.  

"Oh god no," Patsy screamed, "my grandparents are 
here.  They can't see me dressed like this."

"Aren't you their 'Little Angel'?"  I pulled Patsy 
from the car while Nancy helped by prying her 
fingers off the steering wheel.  Patsy fought, and 
the closer we got to the house the harder she 
struggled.  With one of us holding each arm we 
literally dragged Patsy to the front door of her 
parents' house.  when we stepped up onto the cement 
front porch Patsy suddenly stopped the struggle.  
I'm sure that, considering her attitude the last few 
hours, she had decided that being seen like this by 
her parents and grandparents would be the best way 
to free herself from our domination.  She actually 
had a smug look on her face when we rang the 
doorbell.  Her smug expression slowly morphed into 
one of confusion as her parents, grandparents and 
great grandfather greeted and congratulated her 
without, as far as she could tell, even noticing 
that she was, essentially, naked.  As everyone else 
settled into chairs and couches Patsy followed her 
mother into the kitchen; I positioned myself to 
watch what them.

"Mom," Patsy whined plaintively. 

"Don't whine dear," Doris turned from the counter 
and patted her daughter's cheek, "what is it honey?"

"Aren't you going to do anything?"

"Do anything about what dear?"  Doris turned back to 
the counter where she was putting the finishing 
touches on some snacks.

"The way they have me dressed," Patsy held her arms 
out, perhaps hoping that, in all the excitement, her 
mother had not noticed her near naked state.

"But it's such a cute outfit honey," Doris turned to 
face her daughter, "my Little Angel."  Doris patted 
her daughter's cheek again, "go on now honey, I have 
to finish the snacks."  With a look of total 
bewilderment Patsy wondered out of the kitchen and 
into the dining room.  The shocks to Patsy's 
sensibilities had just begun.  With the light 
spilling through the double doors between the dining 
and living rooms Patsy could see wrapped gifts on 
the table.  As she approached the table Patsy 
noticed a severe looking wood chair with a straight 
back that was as tall as she was standing up.  The 
chair had a bow stuck on it and a gift tag.

'Congratulations, graduate from-
Grandpa Bill and
Grandpa Kevin'

Patsy took a step back and gasped when she saw the 
seat of the chair.  I had been shown the chair 
earlier and knew that the shaft sticking up and 
slightly forward from the seat of the chair was a 
rather large phallus.  It was made of the same 
polished oak as the chair except for the head which 
was made of brass and fitted with such care that in 
the dim light I'm sure Patsy could not see the seam 
where they joined.

"Patsy found her gifts," I announced as I flipped 
the switch and flooded the dinning room with light.  
Patsy jumped nearly a foot off the floor and spun 
around to face me.  I loved the look of fear on her 
face as she realized that, sooner or later she was 
going to be sitting in the chair.  Patsy's family 
gathered around their graduate as her mother came 
from the kitchen with a large platter of small 
triangular sandwiches.  

"Your grandfathers made that for you," Doris told 
her daughter with obvious enthusiasm, "isn't it 
wonderful?"  Patsy would not find out until much 
later that her mother and grandmothers had all been 
used as 'guinea pigs' while the grandfathers 
perfected the positioning of the phallus.  Now that 
the lights were turned on Patsy could see that their 
was a saddle shaped brass protrusion on the front of 
the phallus' base that was designed to cradle and 
stimulate the clitoris of the woman seated on the 
chair.  There was also a smaller, thinner, brass 
capped phallus behind the large one.  That it was 
intended to penetrate Patsy's anus while she sat in 
the chair was abundantly clear.  

"We heard about your unique teaching methods," 
Grandfather Kevin explained looking at me while he 
stroked the smooth wood, "you'll notice a couple of 
mini-plugs right back here where you can attach your 
equipment.  These plugs are connected directly to 
the metal parts of the seat."  I watched Patsy's 
face while she realized that, in future study 
sessions, the punishment shocks would be delivered 
to her ass, clitoris, and deep inside her vagina by 
this apparatus.  Patsy was given a normal chair to 
sit on, right next to her new 'study' chair while 
the family members watched her unwrap the other 
gifts.  

"It's carved from ivory, dear," Grandmother Samantha 
said as Patsy lifted the first gift from the box it 
had been wrapped in.  Since she had one inside her, 
Patsy had no trouble recognizing the item as a butt 
plug. 

"It's the very first one your great grandfather ever 
put in me."  Grandmother Samantha said wistfully.  
Again, I watched Patsy's face so I could see her 
expression when it really dawned on her that the 
ivory item she was holding had been inside her 
grandmother's rectum hundreds, if not thousands, of 
times.  Even after she realized where the item had 
been so many times Patsy could not stop running her 
hands over the smooth, polished, slightly yellowish 
surface of the plug.  

"It has a nice weight that I think is missing in 
these new plastic plugs."  Patsy's grandmother added 
as the other grandmother pushed a long, thin, box 
over for Patsy to unwrap.  Patsy opened the box and 
looked at the item inside.  At one end of a two foot 
long, leather covered, flexible rod was a handgrip 
and at the other end a one inch square of heavy, 
stiff leather.

"It's a titty paddle," Grandmother Betty explained, 
"or rather a nipple paddle."  Again it took a few 
seconds for Patsy to realize that this was a device 
intended to inflict pain on her breasts and nipples.  
Patsy dropped the paddle as if it had suddenly grown 
hot in her hand.  It was easy to read Patsy's 
thoughts on her face as she looked at her family 
members around the table; she wondered how her 
loving, church going, morally upright, parents and 
grandparents could be giving her gifts intended for 
her 'owners' to use to inflict pain and humiliation 
on her.  

"Your owners described what they wanted and we had 
it made for them."  At this point, much to my 
surprise, Patsy's grandmother Betty actually 
blushed.  "Your grandfather tried it out on me," she 
confessed, "it's just heavy enough to really sting."  
Listening to one grandmother extol the virtues of 
ivory butt plugs and the other casually talk about 
her husband hitting her nipples with a paddle, Patsy 
had the appearance of someone who had suddenly 
slipped through the looking glass.

The next box contained a variety of leather straps.  
Patsy's great grandfather sat down beside her and 
described how each strap would be used and which 
part of her body it was intended to bind whenever 
her owners thought it necessary.  That her great 
grandfather would even know about such things, much 
less have spent a lifetime practicing such 
perversions, was an idea Patsy was just not ready to 
accept.

The last gift was from Nancy and me.  Patsy opened 
the small box with trembling fingers.  Small gold 
rings and studs fell out onto the table.

"These two rings," Nancy explained, leaning over 
patsy's shoulder, "will go through your nipples when 
we get them pierced."  From her expression, Patsy 
seemed to be having trouble comprehending that we 
were planning to push needles through several very 
sensitive parts of her anatomy.

"This ring will go through your clitoris, and this 
one through one of your labia."

"My labia?"  Patsy asked, she seemed to be in a 
daze.

"You know," Nancy said reaching down and grasping 
Patsy's swollen, wet, left labia, "your cunt lip."  
Patsy appeared to be genuinely shocked to hear Nancy 
use such a term; especially in front of her parents.  
After explaining to our slave the use we planned to 
make of the gold rings we pulled Patsy up from her 
chair and led the way back into the living room.  
Doris picked up the tray of sandwiches and brought 
up the rear.

"Son," Patsy's grandfather said, addressing Patsy's 
father as he settled into his chair.

"Yes father?"

"Come over here and suck my cock son."

"Yes father."  Patsy looked like she was about to 
throw up as she watched her father walk over and 
kneel in front of her grandfather.  She had the look 
of a person who just can't stop watching when they 
pass a terrible accident on the highway as her 
father unzipped her grandfather's trousers and, 
after pulling his thick meaty cock from inside, 
lowered his head and took it into his mouth.  It was 
absolutely the last thing she would have expected 
either her father or her grandfather to do.

"That's a good boy," Kevin said, patting his grown 
son's head.  Patsy looked around the room, expecting 
to see looks of shock and outrage on everyone's 
faces instead she saw only casual interest in what 
the father and son were doing.  Doris walked back 
into the room carrying a tray of snack sandwiches.  
I'm sure Patsy expected her mother, if no one else, 
to react to the sight of her husband sucking on her 
father-in-law's cock.  

"Put the tray down," Betty instructed her daughter, 
as she moved closer to the front edge of the chair 
then leaned back, "and come welcome your mother 
properly."  Patsy held her hand over her mouth and I 
could see her stomach heaving as she watched her, 
she thought, straight laced mother put the tray of 
snacks down on the table then kneel in front of 
Patsy's grandmother.  My attention was drawn away 
from Patsy as I watched Doris lift her mother's 
skirt and after Betty spread her legs, lower her 
face into her mother's crotch.  

"We've trained her since birth," Betty explained, 
looking up at Nancy and me, "to service our every 
sexual whim."  Patsy retching became audible to the 
whole room as she watched her parents performing 
oral sex on her grandparents.  Patsy looked at the 
grandmother and grandfather who were not being 
sexually serviced by her parents; it was obvious she 
expected some display of outrage from them.  I could 
see her consternation as the two remaining 
grandparents sat next to each other with their hands 
in each other's crotches as they watched their 
spouses receiving oral sex from their children.  I 
think Patsy might have gone insane watching this if 
she hadn't been prepared, at least to some extent, 
by the week of sexual exploitation she had received 
at Nancy and my hands.  

"Little Angel," the deep voice of Alexander Odin, 
Patsy's great grandfather drew everyone's attention 
to the chair in the corner where was seated.  Patsy 
looked over at her great grandfather with an 
expression that made it obvious she hoped her 
grandfather would finally put a stop to this 
insanity and return everything to normal.  Normal 
being defined as the way it had been before Nancy 
and I had taken her to be our slave.

"Come over here and let me see if your owners have 
taught you to properly suck a cock."  Patsy looked 
even more confused than she had ever looked in the 
past.  She seemed to be unable to understand the 
words that came from her grandfather's mouth.

"Come on, Ancillula," I said as I took Patsy's arm 
and pulled her up from the chair, "your great 
grandfather only wants to be sure they have not made 
a mistake entrusting you to us." 

"Wha?"  Patsy looked around the room in utter 
confusion.  Holding onto her right arm and with my 
other hand on the small of her back, I walked Patsy 
over to stand in front of her great grandfather.

"Down on your knees," Nancy said joining us.  We 
pushed our slave down onto her knees.  Nancy knelt 
behind Patsy, "unzip his trousers."  Patsy looked 
down at the floor, not wanting to see the things 
that were being done in the room, then lifted her 
hands and slowly unzipped her great grandfather's 
trousers.

"Just remember," I whispered into Patsy's ear, "you 
have no way of knowing if you've already sucked your 
great grandfather's cock or not. Any  one of those 
cocks that dumped cum down your throat this 
afternoon may have been his."  I think it was only 
the empty state of Patsy's stomach that kept her 
from puking on her great grandfather's crotch as she 
leaned forward and took his half hard cock onto her 
mouth.  The rest of the family had stopped their sex 
play and joined us around the kneeling girl.

"We've all done it," Patsy's mother assured her, 
"we've all sucked Alexander's cock."

"Hundreds of times," Patsy's father added.

"Thousands of times," one of Patsy's grandfathers 
corrected.  We watched as the old man's cock grew 
hard in his great granddaughter's mouth.  Tears 
flowed from Patsy's eyes as her head moved up and 
down in her great grandfather's lap.  

"Your owners," Doris informed her daughter while 
Patsy continued to service the old man with her 
mouth, "are going to graciously allow your great 
grandfather to be the first man to fuck you." The 
old man had an ecstatic look on his face as his 
great granddaughter's tongue and lips coaxed his 
cock to yet another of thousands of orgasms.

"It's only right," said Doris's mother, "Alexander 
was the first one to fuck us all."  

"Excuse me," Patsy sobbed as she stood up with a 
sick look on her face, "I have to go to the 
bathroom."  Patsy ran from the room.  It must have 
been at least half an hour before the first person 
wondered out loud what was keeping Patsy.  Nancy 
went to check and reported back that the bathroom 
was empty.  I quick search proved that our slave was 
nowhere in the house.  We broke up into teams and 
searched the neighborhood as best we could without 
having someone shoot at us then gathered back at 
Doris and David's house.  

At the time I didn't know what had, or was going to, 
happen, but have since discovered most of what Patsy 
did after she left the house.  What I have not 
discovered from talking to Patsy and others I have 
filled in with small amounts of conjecture. 

Patsy ran from the back door of the house as soon as 
she left the living room.  She did not even take 
time to go upstairs to her bedroom and put clothes 
on.  I have, since then, often imaged her running 
through the growing darkness wearing nothing but a 
push up bra, white stockings and angel wings.  She 
climbed over the back fence then ran through the 
neighbor's yard.  She continued climbing fences and 
running through back yards until she came to the end 
of the block.  Patsy later told me that a car came 
around the corner just as she ran across the quite 
residential street at the end of the block and into 
another back yard.  The driver must have wondered 
what a naked angel was doing running around town. 

In days past Patsy might have found a clothes line 
full of clothes fairly quickly as she ran from yard 
to yard but in these days of clothes dryers she went 
several blocks before she found a house that had the 
washer and dryer on the back porch.  She was lucky 
and found clothes in the dryer.  She put an 
oversized men's shirt over her angel wings then an 
equally too large pair of pants.  After rolling up 
the cuffs, Patsy held the pants up with one hand as 
she left the back yard and walked down the sidewalk, 
away from her parents' house. 

As she walked Patsy realized just how hungry she 
was, she had not been allowed to eat anything but 
male ejaculate all day.  Patsy was headed away from 
her parents' house in a direction that led her into 
a part of town she was less familiar with, but she 
did see a small grocery store on the corner ahead.  
She wandered around the store under the watchful eye 
of the man behind the counter trying to figure out 
how to get something to eat without having any 
money.  When she thought the man wasn't watching she 
slipped a package of ham lunch meat into her pocket.  
Afterward she had to switch to the other hand to 
hold her pants up so the weight of the lunch meat 
wouldn't pull the trousers too far down her hip.  
She slipped a snack package of six Oreo cookies into 
the other pocket and headed for the door.

"Where do you think your going?"  Patsy considered 
trying to run, but then pictured herself hobbling 
down the street trying to keep the oversized pants 
on while the proprietor easily chased her down and 
turned her over to the police.  It never occurred to 
her that being turned over to the police just might 
have been her best option.  

"I... I... ah..." Patsy stammered as she turned to 
face the man.

"Aren't you going to pay for that stuff?"

"I don't have any money."  Patsy confessed looking 
down at the floor trying to hide her reddening face.  
I'm sure the man could tell that there was more to 
Patsy than was apparent through the baggy clothes.

"Come here."  Patsy walked slowly over to the 
counter.  The man looked at her for what Patsy said 
seemed like an hour but I'm sure was less than a 
minute.

"What do you have that you can pay with?"  Patsy 
knew that the only thing she had of any value was 
her body.

"I'll give you a blow job for the food."  She 
finally said.  Within minutes of freeing herself 
from sexual slavery Patsy had voluntarily turned 
herself into a whore.  The man reached over the 
counter and pulled the shirt Patsy was wearing open 
far enough to see her breasts still being displayed 
by the push up half bra.

"Yes, I bet you've sucked cock a lot to get what you 
want."  I don't know if he noticed the red blush 
that I know covered Patsy's face at that moment.

"What's the collar for?"  The man ran his fingers 
over the black leather collar still locked around 
Patsy's neck. 

"Just decoration," Patsy told him hating that he had 
noticed it and that he was touching it.

 "Too bad I don't have a leash, I'd love to walk you 
around the store on your hands and knees like a 
bitch dog before you suck me off."  Patsy refrained 
from telling him that it had already been done, that 
the first time she had sucked a cock she had been 
taken for a walk like a dog and made to pee on the 
ground while her master forced his cock between her 
lips.  With his finger tucked under her collar the 
store clerk pulled Patsy around the end of the 
counter then pointed to a small empty space right 
under the cash register.  

"Crouch down there," he instructed, "and you can 
suck my cock."  Patsy knelt under the counter and 
unzipped the man's fly while he stood close to the 
register.  

"You're not the first little whore who has sucked 
this cock for some food."  Patsy had long ago, 
sometime that afternoon, lost track of how many 
cocks had dumped cum down her throat so the taste of 
one more mouth full of sperm wouldn't really make 
any difference.  Besides, at that moment, she 
welcomed the chance to replace the taste of her 
great grandfather with that of a stranger.  Patsy 
secretly admitted to me much later that the thrill 
of disobeying Nancy and my rule that she was to 
never have sex without our permission made her wet 
and excited while she worked her tongue over the 
man's cock head.

Strange thoughts flowed into Patsy's head while she 
sucked the stranger's cock for a package of lunch 
meat and six Oreo cookies; thoughts that she 
desperately wanted to stop.  Thoughts of her 
grandmother bending over while grandfather pushed 
the ivory butt plug into her rectum.  Thoughts of 
all of them, the grandfathers, the grandmothers, her 
father and her mother, all of them being taken into 
the bedroom by great grandfather Alexander and laid 
on his bed for their very first fuck.  She had 
already been told that her grandfathers were half 
brothers; that they both had the same mother but 
that great grandfather Alexander was truly only the 
father of William.  She had known for a long time 
that both of her grandmothers were orphaned sisters 
who great grandfather Alexander had adopted when 
they were very young.  None of these things had ever 
meant anything before but now, now it was all 
different.  While Patsy moved her mouth up and down 
the man's hard cock shaft she tried to work out 
exactly how her mother and father were related.  As 
she pondered her family relationships another 
bizarre, unwanted thought floated into her 
consciousness; what if great grandfather Alexander 
had impregnated both of her grandmothers?  What if 
it had been his sperm that had crawled up her 
mother's uterus and combined with her mother's ovum 
to create her, that is Patsy?  What if instead of 
her parents being some strange form of cousins she, 
her mother and father, and one of her grandfathers 
were, somehow, all half brothers and sisters?  What 
if?

Patsy became aware of the cock in her mouth and put 
aside idle speculations about how her perverted 
family may or may not be related.  She took the cock 
all the way down her throat while she slipped her 
hand inside the man's trousers and massaged his 
balls with a firm but gentle touch.  She was 
rewarded with a deep moan and a hip thrust that 
pushed the hard dick further into her throat.  

Patsy held onto the man's thighs with both hands as 
he thrust his hard cock deep into her throat over 
and over until he grabbed her head and held patsy's 
face impaled on his dick while she swallowed his 
thick hot cum.  Once the last drop had been licked 
from the slit on the end of his shrinking cock Patsy 
pushed herself off the floor and grabbed several 
candy bars and a Coke on her way out the door.  She 
only went as far as the next ally before she 
crouched in a shadow, leaning against a brick wall 
and scarfed ham lunch meat as quickly as she could 
stuff the slices into her mouth.  While she ate 
Patsy seriously considered the idea that Nancy and I 
had, some how, managed to kidnap her entire family 
and replace them with perverted alien clones.

As soon as the last slice was gone Patsy dropped the 
plastic package and, with no idea why she was doing 
it, she pushed both hands down the front of her over 
sized trousers and, squatting with her legs spread 
as far as they would go, fucked three fingers into 
her cunt with her right hand while she pulled and 
rubbed her clitoris as hard as she could with her 
left hand.  Her orgasm felt like a victory over 
Nancy and me, as well as over her strange new 
family.  

Patsy still had no idea where she was going or what 
she was going to do when she got there.  She chugged 
the last of the Coke, belched, then, still holding 
the over-sized trousers up with one hand, walked 
down the street away from her parents' house.  Every 
step reminded her that there was still a butt plug 
buried in her rear and a thong strap rubbing between 
her swollen pussy lips.  

Patsy walked and walked, always away from her 
parents' home until she felt like she couldn't take 
another step.  Sitting on an empty bus stop bench, 
Patsy cried and considered finding a phone so she 
could call and ask us to come and pick her up.  She 
just stood up to look around for a phone when she 
remembered Gail's cabin.   

Or, to be more accurate, Gail's parents' Cabin.  
Patsy sat back down on the bench and tried to work 
out in her mind exactly where the cabin was located 
in relation to where she was.  It wasn't easy since 
she had only been to the cabin with Gail a few 
times.  As she remembered it, the cabin wasn't 
really 'out in the country' as much as it was just 
isolated by a small stand of trees nestled in a bend 
in the river.  She remembered that she and Gail had 
walked to the cabin one summer day a couple of years 
before.  As best she could tell, Patsy had been 
walking the wrong direction the whole time.  The 
prospect of having to retrace her steps, then walk 
an even greater distance in the opposite direction, 
did not appeal to Patsy but the idea of going home 
only to be fucked by her great grandfather, her 
grandfathers, her father, and her 'owner' filled her 
with a stomach wrenching disgust.

Just a couple of Steps was enough to convince Patsy 
that the butt plug and thong had to go.  Not seeing 
anyone within a block of the bus bench, Patsy put 
her left foot up on the bench then twisted to the 
right and pushed her right hand down the back of the 
over sized trousers.  With considerable effort Patsy 
managed to disconnect the wire holding the bottom of 
her wings to the plug.  Once the wings were no 
longer connected, Patsy grasped the external portion 
of the butt plug and pulled.  Even without being 
there, I can imagine the look on Patsy's face as her 
anal sphincter began to stretch over the larger part 
of the plug.  She had to try three or four times 
before she succeeded and finally felt her ass pucker 
down to its normal position.  

Deep in her mind Patsy knew that, Sooner or later, 
she would be back in our control and so she put the 
butt plug into her pocket instead of throwing it 
away.  I'm also sure she felt an unexpected thrill 
when the plug slipped out of her tight ass.  With 
the bottom of the wings no longer wired to the butt 
plug Patsy managed to remove the bra and wings 
without unbuttoning the over sized shirt.

The thong caused her a bit more of a problem.  The 
material was too strong for her to rip, there was no 
way for her to remove it with the trousers on, and 
her swollen cunt lips were far too sore for her to 
leave it on.  Patsy took another quick look around 
then pulled the pants and the thong down to her 
knees.  Quickly sitting with her sore pussy pressed 
against the cold, hard bench Patsy pulled the 
trousers and thong off her legs then stepped back 
into the trousers.  Patsy had been naked, or nearly 
naked, in public several time, but never without 
Nancy or me there to force, and protect, her.  
That's why I was really surprised when I found out 
what Patsy did next.  She stood up with her trousers 
around her ankles, pulled her shirt up and exposed 
herself to a car full of boys who honked their horn, 
whistled, and yelled 'hey slut' out the windows.  As 
soon as the car had passed, Patsy pulled her shirt 
down, her pants up, and walked back the way she had 
just come.   
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