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A bad year for the Fericul MF Oral scifi MC by the zebra (new writer)
WARNING: The following story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to

   persons living or dead is purely coincidental.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners, rape, torture, sexual mutilation,demons and
murder.  It may contain extremely graphic language and descriptions of
sexual acts that could be highly offensive to almost every reader.  This
story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you are under the legal age of
consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you are easily offended, STOP
READING NOW.  Feedback is appreciated from those who enjoy the story and
find it stimulating.

   Notes from Author: This is my first sex story.  I'm trying to make it an
epic.  Future chapters may contain scenes of extreme violence not connected
to sexual situations.  This is a first draft and will likely to revized. 
If you enjoy, feedback is appreciated at the_zebrajunk@boardermail.com
(remove the junk)

   enjoy



   Chapter One: The Future Janice Lecarr

   Janice breathed the last ounce of hesitation out of her system and with
a hand on both sides of her hips, slid down her pants from her crotch and
down her legs.  Now fully exposed to John Fericul, the young teenager knew
that she would belong to him for the rest of her life.

   ************

   John was not a normal man.  He was twenty five, and had been so for
thousands of years.  They say he made a deal with the devil, not for his
soul, but for others.  He would be immortally young and can not die.  If
murdered or died accidently he would reappear somewhere else.  Somewhere
where it is safe.  Only one thing can kill him and not even he knows what
it was.  If he did, it is feared he would seek it out.

   The price of his immortality is to deliver souls to the Devil.  To turn
the good and the innocent to his domain.  He has been doing this for
thousands of years by turning girls he likes into his slaves, destroying
their sense of will and independance and making them his.  Once his, he
does what he likes to them, before offering them to his master.  This
doesnt meen they die, they just work for the boss instead of John.

   Take Janice for example.  She grew up in a small town in western
Wisconson.  She was smart and had ambition.  Writer for her high school
newspaper and leader of the schools debate team Janice Lecarr was headed
for greatness.  She would have become a lawyer for the state and grow
through the ranks untill she eventually became a supreme court judge.  With
still some ideolism left in her she would have made law to help the people
and curb the power of major coorperations.  She would have died a mother of
three and grandmother of ten.

   Now however, at the young age of sixteen all that future would change,
and she would be a sex slave to John Fericul for the rest of her school
life.  On his instruction, she would become the biggest slut on campus,
behind closed doors at first and then more openly.  Her newspaper articles
would change in tone and focus on subtly degrading and destroying the
reputations of her fellow female classmates.  One student, exposed as a
cheat would take her own life in a years time.  Another three, through
Janice's articles, will drop to their knees infront of the great John
Fericul.

   Women at the school will eventually become more submisive to their men,
and even some of the teachers would soon become slaves.  Not all of this
was because of Janice directly, but her servitude to John will pave the
way. The cylce would only end some years into the future when a new
teacher, on her second day of teaching gets raped by a student and the
country's media shines a tourch on their quaint little town.

   Janice however graduates high school, and becomes Wisconson state
Universities own prostitute student.  She would be released from Furicel
and given to a 'handler', who takes the money she earns from selling her
body to fellow classmates and the occasional proffesor.

   After graduating top of her class she is directed to become a teacher,
and becomes a tutor for a small town school in Kansas.  Her work would
continue in helping to shape the lives of Americas youth.  At the age 54,
Mrs Janice Lecarr Dow, wife of local business tycoon Henry Dow, becomes the
first teacher to die at the hands of a female gun-yeilding student.

   ************* For now Janice Lecarr is still alive and at sixteen, she
stands naked infront of the ancient but young John Fericul, and at this
point she could still have avoided the life of servitude awaiting her.

   "Do a little spin for me.  Show me your assets."

   Nervously, she obeys, doing a twirl for her new master, with the
elegance of a dancer and slow enough for someone to get a good look at her
nakedness.

   "Approach and prepair yourself to serve."

   The naked girl approaches the fully clothed sharply dressed man sitting
on the leather soffa situated in the centre of the living room.  John
strokes her left breast gently with the back of his left hand before
telling his new toy to kneel.

   "There is still one more thing," he tells the kneeling naked Brunnette
teenage girl.  "we need to do to complete your submition.  Once done, it
can not be undone.  Do you understand."

   She nods.  She knows not to talk when gesture is sufficient.  Janice
lowers her towards his crotch, wetting her mouth in preperation.  Had
Janice left now, had she got up grabbed her clothes and ran out the door
she would have escaped her future.  She wouldn't become a Supreme court
Judge, that future has been closed to her since sliding off her knickers,
but she could live free of Fericul and his master.  She could marry Gordan
Cowan and raise four boys, become involved in the PTA and the local charity
shop in the town square.  She would have died in her late seventies with
barely a memory of being naked infront of some perveted business man who
once offered her the influence to save her parents farm.

   Her lips touched the tip of his penis.  A strange taste on the tip hit
her tastebuds and it felt as if her tounge was absorbing that taste,
spreading to the back of her throat with just the mere touch of the liquid
that secreted that taste.  If she ran now, she would become a single mother
from local Jock Steve Macintyre and die in a street mugging in a backalley
of Arkansas city in twenty years time, but she would have died free.

   Janice parted her lips and allowed the long thick penis to slide into
her mouth and down her throat.  She closed her lips and tongue in around it
and began to suck on it.

   Janice had given blowjobs before.  Once actually to Luke Spector, her
boyfriend for three weeks at the time at a football victory party.  Lukes
best friend Steve Macintyre was throwing it in celebration of some victory
against the other towns high school.  Intoxicated, she agreed to go to a
bedroom with him at the house party, but told Luke in no uncertian terms
would they be having sex.  In the privacy of Steve's bedroom she went to
her knees.  She looked up at his crotch through his pants and underwear,
and thought about what she was doing.  She was nervous, but did not want
Luke to think she was a cold fish.  They had been dating for three weeks
and he had already gone down on her mere days ago.

   She learned, with guidence from Luke, that blowjobs were not just about
sucking a man off, it was about making love to a man with the mouth, to
carress him with her hands and mouth, and stimulate the sesnes.  By the end
of it though, Luke had taken it too far, gripping her head into place and
thrusting himself in and out of her mouth.  Janice panicked by the
brutality of it, began to choak, and momintarily thought she was going to
die.  Luke ignored her resistance and continued to thrust until he
orgasmed, cumming in her mouth, and only then did he release her.  Janice,
disgusted and angry, spit out his juices on the floor, and then shouted at
Luke.  She called him a jerk as he tried to apologise for taking things to
far.  She had none of it, and told him she wanted nothing to do with him
for the rest of her life.  After three failed attempts to win her back the
following week, Luke moved on to Terry Kalina.

   Her submission to Master Fericul was not the same thing.  Her taking
this penis into her mouth was not about making love but of submiting to his
authority, to serve her master and have no pleasure in return.  It was to
be an experience Janice would never have again.  The organ slid in all the
way to the back of her mouth, to the point where she had taken the entire
streatch of the errect muscle, hair pressed into the front of her face. 
She took it with no hesitation, no choaking reflex and no fear of
suffocation, pubic hairs rubbing against her nostrals.  Janice continued to
suck.

   It felt like an eternity to her.  Her knees were aching for kneeling to
long, her arms were weak and no longer helped to support her weight, and
even the muscles in her mouth had began to tire.  Her eyes had closed the
moment his penis touched her mouth, and she had not opened them since.  She
didn't think she could open her eyes if she wanted to.  She was tired and
wanted to sleep, but she had to continue to suck.  Several times she tried
to carress him, bringing her hands to his ball sacs and try to stimulate an
orgasim, but they were brushed back.  She tried to quicken and variey her
rythmic sucking to no avil.  Some time ago, minutes, days and years meant
nothing to her anymore, she gave up and accepted her fate.

   In studying greek mythology at school Janice learned about their ideas
of hell.  How one man was condemmed to attempt to roll a boulder up a
mounting and thus release him from his torment.  But he would always slip,
always fail, and that one balder would roll back to the base of the
mounting.  Another man bounded, was tormented by fruit and water for
eternity, each retracting as his lips to meet them.  She thought of these
and wondered had she died.  Would sucking a mans penis be her eternal hell.
When had she died.  Did Luke kill her last year while thrusting his dick in
and out of her mouth ?  Had this whole year been one long torment leading
to the eternal punishment.  Church had told her sex out of wedlock was a
sin.  Was a blowjob sex, was this her hell ?

   She could always had withdrawn her mouth, brake the contract and leave
the room.  She could meet her death in twelve years time by Raoul Jackson
her husband, in a state of alchahol induced jealous rage.  She would have
died free.  But then, Janice knew, the man in that story could have stopped
trying to get the balder up the hill.  He did not, and Janice continued to
suck.

   Her mind began to drift once more.  She realised by now that Furical was
an anogram of Lucifer.  The thought also came to mind that the family farms
financial future was not worth her eternal soul and there must have been
another way.

   This was the most fragile and dangerous time in the process for John. 
The concious realization of what the potential slave had gotten themselves
into and the sheer futility of what they would get in return has just
occured.  Like an elastic band stretched to tight would a potential
withdraw at this point it could have disasterous consequences, one John was
all too familiar with.  He had learned to choose his slaves well and
dispite his needs, Furicel knew he had picked a good one this time.

   She thought of religon and of god, and she did, as she thought about the
book of the bible she felt pain.  Her eternal soul would no longer be hers
once the bargin was complete, and though she knew some would argue, she
knew that god and his love would be beyond her grasp.  She thought of
Lucifer and the devil and as she did so she felt as if her body was
roasting in a fire, but it was not painfull.  As the imaginary fire
engulfed her body, and sink through her skin, the sensation that was once
pain was now sensual, comforting, and familiar, the kind of familiarity you
would get from an old blanket.  She remembered the story of faust and knew
that one day a demon would come to take her to the underworld.  She knew
her sacrifice to be futile and that no wealth provided by darkness can ever
bare healthy friut.  She thought of Eve and the apple, and at that moment
tasted the juice filled apple mixed in with the taste that was being
produced by Johns fluids.  She thought of sex, and for a moment felt a
collar round her kneck, attached to a metal chain.  The collar was
restricing and locked tight around her kneck.  Some one was holding the
other end of the leash.  She thought of pornography and of sex toys, of
perveted japanese men oagiling school girls.  She thought about comfort
girls japanese soldiers had during the great war and how ques of soldiers
waited in line, to have their turn in their beds.  She imagined those
soldiers were school kids, guys from her school, and that she was chained
to that bed.All this time, Janice had continued to suck.

   At this point she still could have withdrawn, still scrape together some
kind of life even if it was that of a prostiute in Santa Monica bullivard.
She could have went to St Pauls Cathedral in New York and beg for gods
help. As John was about to ejaculate he did not hold her head down, did not
restrict her in any way.  It was of her own free will did she stay, sucking
his penis and finally begin to feel the reaction.  She could sense the
build up, the climax approaching and still she stayed.  All the sensations
she had felt during the process came rushing back to her silmutaniously,
the burning, the collar, the apple, the chains on her wrists and ankles and
lying on a urine soaked matress.  She thought she felt god weep and beg her
to withdraw in those final moments.  For the first and last time in her
life, Janice Lecarr knew god, knew his love, his compassion and his pain,
and then with an explosion of liquid hit the back of her throat, it was
gone.

   Liquid filled every gap in her mouth, some dripped through her mouth and
onto her chin as most poured into her throat.  Consiously, with full
awearness of what she was doing, Janice began to swollow it, to take his
seed into her body, accepting into her.  She swollowed and swollowed and
swollowed and cum continued to evacuate his body into her mouth, more than
she thought was humanly possible.  The ejaculation, the spurts of liquid
pumping into her mouth seemed never ending, and Janice thought she could
feel every drop of it move around in her body, felt it consume her and flow
through her blood until every part of her felt like it was pumping his cum
through her instead of blood.  The ejaculation felt every bit as long as
the sucking and for along time it felt like there was no end to it.

   Finally as the last squirts weakly entered her mouth, she swollowed them
and sucked the half limp penis dry and clean as she withdrew her mouth from
his crotch.  Then, completing the act, used a fingure to collect the little
bits of liquid that escaped onto her chin and lips and sucked them of into
her mouth.  Not an drip was wasted, not a milliliter escaped her.

   The slave looked up at her master.  He was satisfied.

   ************

   Taking in a new slave was always the best part of Johns work.  Nothing
else is quite like it and somehow, it is the only thing that girls know the
rules off without being told.  As the days passed a slave would reflect on
what happened and think their mind must have overexaturated events, both on
how long it lasted and how much cum they had to drink.  To John it was
incredeblly satisfiying, and what sustained him.  He knew that without
creating a slave he would wither but not die.  Still after all this time,
he did not know how to die.  He could only suffer in defiance or enjoy in
servitude.  After so long of being alive, he had made his choice.

   Had his new slave cared to look she would have noticed his skin pinker,
full of blood, and the scabs on his arms had almost vanished.  She was
content though with resting her head on his lap.  John did not feel quite
whole again though.  He always seemed to need more after being regenerated.
Another young girl should do the trick.

   " You should get dressed slave," John spoke after a few moments of
looking at her naked fleash.  " Your parents will be worried."

   The slave looked up at him, curious and confused.
   " I will tell you what to say," he whispered to her.

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