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Missy Likes It  -  Chapter 03 of 05
by The Technician

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A five part story of a young woman growing up in a BDSM family 
In Chapter 03 Missy talks about "Summer Camp."

BDSM Young; fff/f;  F/f ; Spanking; Pain; Public Nudity, Humiliation,
Mechanical, Electro

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WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY.
Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All people and
events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and
should not be attempted in real life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between
fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal
territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please
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century.

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This story is copyright (c) 2013 by The Technician Technician666@Gmail.Com.  

Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for
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I finished up the items I needed to complete around seven and cleaned up and
dressed for dinner.  I had told Missy to be ready to go around eight, and right
on time she came down the stairs from her room.

She was a truly beautiful woman no matter what she wore, but tonight she
shimmered in a smooth white dress that ended about mid-thigh.  Her dark hair
was set to frame her face in an oval, and her nails were painted a glossy blue.
Blue, sandal-style four-inch high heels completed the ensemble.  From the way
that the dress hugged her body, I was fairly sure that she had gone with the
"no panties" option.

I gave a low whistle and said, "Very nice," as she entered the room.  As I took
her arm to escort her to the car I said softly, "I see you went with the no
panties and no jewelry options."

"Yes and no," she answered.  When I looked somewhat puzzled, she turned to face
away from me and then used her hands to slide the back of her dress up to the
middle of her back.  She bent over slightly and then a little farther.   A
jeweled butt plug glittered between her ass cheeks.  

She stood back up, smoothed down her dress and said with a giggle, "People
might guess I'm not wearing panties, but only you know for sure that I am
wearing jewelry."

As we drove the hour into town I kept repeating to myself, "She is like a
therapy patient or a wounded pet.  Keep your distance.  Keep your distance."
But the smell of woman in the car was very strong and I kept seeing that
diamond butt plug glittering in the light as we stood by the car.

I intentionally kept the conversation away from her past for the evening.
Driving into town, she was relatively quiet, except for singing along quietly
with the country music station I had on the radio.  When we arrived at Jake's
Roadhouse, she was amazed.  We were at the edge of a moderately small town
miles out in the woods, but there were more cars in the parking lot than there
were houses in the town.

"The population here is pretty dispersed," I explained.  "Driving a couple of
hours for a good meal isn't all that unusual, and out here a couple of hours is
at least a hundred miles.  So, Jake's has as many customers as the fancy
downtown restaurants you are used to.  And the food is just as good."

"We'll see about that," she answered.

Later, after I had finished my fried catfish and she had polished off a petite
filet mignon smothered in mushrooms with a special wine sauce, she admitted,
"Not as good as the best restaurant downtown, but better than most."

"But you haven't yet tried their desserts," I teased.  "Creme brulee made fresh
each night is their specialty."

She decided to try that.  I stuck with a more traditional slice of pie.  Creme
brulee really doesn't go well on top of fried catfish.  It was approaching
midnight by the time we arrived back home.

"Up bright and early tomorrow morning," I told her.  "We will eat breakfast and
you can continue with the story of your life."

Her disappointment that I didn't at least try - or maybe succeed - to bring her
into my bed was obvious.  But there was something that was tearing her apart
inside, and I wasn't going to find out what that was by making love to her.
Maybe later, but for now, I had to keep my distance.

I thought I would have to wake her up in the morning, but when I came down to
the kitchen at 7:00 am, she was standing at the stove cooking eggs and bacon.
"Can't have steak and eggs every morning," she said as I walked into the room.

"Why not?" I asked in reply.

She just stuck her tongue out at me.  She was wearing the same light blue
pajama jeans that she had worn the day before.  She had put on one of my aprons
so her ass was sticking out from the back of the apron in all its denim-colored
glory.  I sat down at the table and just appreciated the morning view.

After we had finished eating, she cleared the dishes into the sink and came
back and stood at the table for a moment.  "I know it is early in the morning
and all that, but wine helps me talk - I mean think.  Well, actually it does
both.  Is it OK if I get a glass of wine before we begin."

"Whatever works for you," I replied.  "I will stick with my coffee."

She got a wine glass off the rack and retrieved a half-full bottle of white
wine from the refrigerator.  When she had filled her glass she sat down and
breathed a heavy sigh and asked, "Where should I begin today?"

"You had just finished eighth grade yesterday.  Perhaps we should go on with
High School - unless something major happened during that summer."

Her face told me the answer before she began to speak.  "We can't skip that
summer.  That's when everything changed.  Well, it didn't change, but it became
public...  No, not really public, but the families knew.  They already knew,
but.... uh...."

I motioned her to calm down with my hands.  "Just start at the beginning, or at
whenever it is that whatever happened that was so important that summer."

She took a deep breath.  "Every summer the family goes to camp for a couple of
weeks.  The smaller kids, and for some reason Marion and a couple of the other
older cousins, would go to this regular vacation camp up in the mountains.
Everyone else would go to Camp Curie down in southern Missouri.  The Curie Clan
has owned Camp Curie for generations, maybe even since before the Civil War."

At that point I interrupted her.  Holy shit!  Why hadn't I made the connection.
"You are a Curie?  You are part of the Curie Clan?"

"Yes," she answered, suddenly bubbly.  "Chrissy's last name is Curie.  My mom's
maiden name is Curie.  We can trace our family history back to the old country
where it is still the Clan O'Curie - no relation to the Currie's with two r's.
Do you know of the Curie Clan?"

I hesitated as I tried to formulate my answer.  I wanted to say what needed to
be said without saying more than should be said.  "I've... done business with
them.  SSSuzy told you that I make rather specialized equipment for rather
specialized people, didn't she?"

Missy didn't seem to understand what I was implying, so I just said, "Let's
leave it at the fact that I know of the Curie Clan and go on with your story."

"Anyway," she continued, "after the band trip, mom and Chrissy's mom sat
Chrissy and I down in their kitchen and had a long talk with us.  They
explained that normally a boy or girl doesn't go to Camp Curie until they are
at least 17, but because both Chrissy and I had exhibited very advanced
behaviors that showed that certain tendencies were already emerging, we needed
to learn how to control those urges.  So, even though we were just barely
teenagers, we were going to Camp Curie that summer."

"When camp was just a few weeks away, I asked my mom what clothing I needed to
pack for camp.  She laughed and answered, 'You can wear all the clothing you
need for camp on the trip down there.  You might want to pack a couple extra
pairs of shoes, though.  You'll need sneakers, high heels, and sandals.'  She
laughed again and added, '...very high heels.'"

"I didn't know what she meant until we got to camp.  There were two paths that
led back into the woods from the parking lot.  A small sign on one of them
looked an awful lot like the ping- pong paddle that Darren - and then Chrissy
had used on me.  The other sign had four oval rings linked together in a chain.
Dad and Becky started down the path with the paddle sign.  Mom and Billy
started down the other path.  Mom turned and said to me, 'You're with us,
Missy.  The slave areas are marked with chains on all the signs.  Common areas
just say what they are.  The Masters areas are marked with a Curie Paddle.  You
are never to go into an area marked as Masters and Mistresses unless you are
ordered to do so.  Do you understand that?'"

"I said I understood, but I didn't really.  I sort of understood, and I thought
I could figure the rest out later.  When we got to the cabins, mom said, 'We're
in number seven.  There will be eight of us.'"  

"I thought that when she said 'we' would be in number seven, she meant her and
I, but when we got to the cabins, Billy followed us in.  Chrissy's dad and her
sister Sharon were already in there as well as several other people. 'Isn't
this a girl's cabin?' I asked."

"Mom answered, 'Lesson one at Camp Curie.  Gender is irrelevant.  There are no
males and females.  There are only Masters and slaves.'"

"'What are the other lessons?' I asked."

"'You will learn as we go along,' she replied, 'but the purpose of Camp Curie
is to help slaves discover who they are and what their place is in the world.
It is also to help Masters know themselves and learn the responsibilities that
come from being a Master in this world.  That is a continuous learning process
and that is why every member of the Curie Clan must come here every summer for
camp.'"

"'Then why isn't Marion here?' I asked."

"'She is neither a Master or a slave,' answered my mom.  'The rest of the world
would call her normal, and that means that the rest of the world thinks that
Masters and slaves are not normal.  We are what we are.  No one is better or
worse for what they are as long as they know who and what they are and their
place and responsibilities in the world.'"

"She put her hands on my shoulders and held me in front of her.  'You are a
natural, full masochist - even more so that I am.  That is more than just a
slave, and it has shown itself very early in your life.  A full masochist needs
to be guided and protected... from herself or she will destroy herself and
perhaps those around her.  That's why you are here at such a young age.'"

"I looked back into her eyes and asked, 'But what about Chrissy?  She isn't a
masochist.  She likes to spank me.'"

"Mom had an odd look on her face like she wasn't sure she should say what she
was about to say, but then she sighed and dropped her shoulders slightly.
'Chrissy is a full sadist.  She is a natural Master.  It is just as important
that she be taught who she is and what her responsibilities are in the world or
she will become evil.  She will destroy not only people like you who are drawn
to pain, but she will also unleash evil upon the world until the world is
forced to destroy her.  Her brother Darren is also a full sadist as is her
mother Margie.  Margaret learned her responsibilities at a very early age and
is an excellent Master.  I worry about Darren.  I hope Chrissy is more
teachable than he has been.'"

"Mom suddenly had a very frightened look on her face and added, 'Don't ever
tell anyone what I have told you.'  Then she straightened up and started
unbuttoning her blouse as she said,'Time to get ready for the evening
assembly.'"

"'What are we supposed to wear?' I asked."

"'Sandals,' answered Billy from slightly behind me.  I turned and he was
standing there naked, as were Sharon and her dad.  Billy explained, 'Here at
Camp Curie, slaves are naked.  Masters are clothed.  It makes it really easy to
tell the difference.'"

"I followed mom up the path to the main part of camp.  Except for the fact that
half of the people there were naked, it was much like any other family summer
camp.  There was a large dinning hall and a big recreation area.  The chef and
cooks in the kitchen were clothed, so they must have been masters - or perhaps,
neutrals.  Almost all of the servers were naked, so they were obviously slaves.
The problem of a slave not being able to wear a hat or hair net was solved
simply by the fact that the server slaves had no body hair at all except their
eyebrows and eyelashes."

"The Masters sat in padded chairs and there were table cloths covering the
tables in front of them.  The slaves sat at the other end of the room on simple
wooden benches.  Our tables were simple picnic-table-like wooden platforms and
were barren except for containers of napkins, silverware, and condiments."

"Masters were served first.  Then, when all of the Masters had their food, the
servers came to the other end of the dinning hall to serve the slaves.  It
appeared to be the same food, and it was good, but there was no doubt that
Masters and slaves did not receive the same treatment from the staff.  Maybe
that was a lesson also.  Masters were treated better by the world than slaves."

"After everyone had eaten, the servers moved among the Master's tables to pick
up the plates and the remains of the meal.  The slaves rose table by table and
took their stuff back to a window at the kitchen.  We had already returned to
our table when there was a loud crash.  One of the naked servers had dropped a
bin full of plates as she was carrying them back to the kitchen from the
Masters' tables.  One of the cooks came out of the kitchen and inspected the
mess.  'Six broken plates,' she announced, 'and two broken glasses.'" "From the
first of the Master's tables, I heard a voice call out.  'Five with the tawse
for each glass.  Ten for each plate.'"

"The cook dragged the trembling server over to the fireplace.  There were
several eye bolts screwed solidly into the heavy wooden mantle.  Another naked
server ran up to him and handed him something.  It was a set of leather wrist
cuffs.  He grabbed the arm of the server who had dropped the tray and buckled
one cuff on her wrist.  The second cuff was soon on her other wrist and shortly
thereafter the cuffs were clipped to two of the eye bolts so that her arms were
widely spread."

"Another naked server ran up with what appeared to be a short pole with more
wrist cuffs hanging from it.  It was a spreader bar.  The cook quickly attached
one leg cuff to the woman's leg and then pushed her legs wide apart and
attached the other cuff so that she now hung from the mantel like a giant X in
front of the fire."

"The cook then turned to the Masters and asked, 'Does this slave's Master wish
to see to her punishment?'"

"'You may have the pleasure,' a voice replied.  'But make the last three
special so that she remembers them.'"

"'As you wish,' the cook answered, and she took a tawse from a server who had
come running up to her with it in her hand.  She then addressed the trembling,
naked slave hanging before her.  'You have been sentenced to seventy lashes
with the tawse.  Do you submit to this punishment?'"

"The slave answered, 'Yes, this slave submits.  This property deserves this
punishment for breaking my Master's property.'"

"The cook started whipping the girl with the leather tawse.  After each lash
you could hear her scream and then count out the number of the stroke.  Her
voice was becoming more and more husky and hoarse sounding as the number got
higher and higher.  As I watched, I started to feel the heat and squishiness
rising within me."

"When the slave called out 'sixty-seven,' the cook paused and stepped back from
her.  The server's ass and legs were striped with red welts.  She hung limp and
sweaty in the restraints.  The cook then swung her arm wide to the side so that
the tawse slapped into the slave's body just at the side of her right breast.
The thick leather thong curved around to the front of her breast and the split
tip snapped over her nipple.  Her shriek of pain was very shrill and very loud.
The cook swung again, only this time to the other side so that the slave's left
breast received the same treatment."

"The cook then stepped back for a moment and swung upward with a powerful
stroke.  The leather went between the slave's spread legs.  I could hear the
slap of it striking and a second snap as the tip whipped around to the front
and struck directly against her clit.  This time the slave's scream filled the
room for a long time - until her lungs had no more air to move her vocal cords.
After that she just hung limply panting for breath."

"'Billy leaned over to me and whispered, 'Toni drops a tray at the first meal
every year.  Her record is eleven dishes and six glasses.  She couldn't walk
right for the whole two weeks, but she said she orgasmed nine times while the
cook whipped her that night.  She is becoming sort of a first night tradition
here at camp.'"

"Sharon leaned over to me and spoke in a soft voice, 'Don't worry, little naked
slave.  You will get your chance one day.'  I looked over at her and she smiled
and reached down and slid her finger through my slit.  She held it up all wet
and glistening. 'Missy likes it,' she said.  Then she reached down with her
other hand and slid it between her legs.  When she held up that hand, it was as
wet or wetter than the other.  'So does Sharon,' she added with a smile."

"Camp was pretty much what any summer camp is.  We had activities in the
morning and evening and mostly free time in the afternoons.   There were a
couple of lecture discussion groups.  Ours were on knowing our limits and
setting limits with a Master.  Things like safe words were discussed, and the
topic of what to do if a Master abused you and did not respect your limits. The
leaders of the session were a Master and Mistress.  The Master said about ten
times, 'Out there in the world, a slave has no one to turn to because the world
writes them off.  But you are a part of the Curie Clan.  The family protects
you.  In that one respect, whether you are Master, slave or neither you are
equal.  You are protected by the Curie Clan.'"

"Mom told me that the same couple led the discussion for the Masters.  'It is
basically the same lecture, except from a Master's point of view - how a Master
needs to respect a slave's limits and all of that.'  Then she opened her eyes
rather wide and rolled them as she shrugged in a 'whatever' sort of way."

"'Of course,' she continued, 'the emphasis to the Master's is not how the Curie
Clan protects them, but how the Curie Clan will make sure that they properly
live up to their responsibilities.  We aren't supposed to know this, but there
is a sign in the Master's meeting room that says, 'The Curie Clan is the
Ultimate Master.'  If a Master goes against the Clan, they can be banished - or
worse.  The Curie Clan is the Master's Master, and that Ultimate Master
protects all Curie slaves.'"

"I asked her,'How do you know that?' and she answered, 'There are other things
discussed and demonstrated at the Masters' meetings, and for some of them you
need a live slave who likes pain.'  She turned very red after that and wouldn't
look me in the eyes for several minutes."

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Things were very quiet in the room for a few minutes.  I waited to see what she
was going to talk about next, but Missy suddenly announced, "Time for more
wine."  She held up her empty glass and asked,"Do you want more coffee?"

"Only if its hot," I replied.

"Isn't that why you have this fancy machine?" she asked as she dumped the dregs
out of my mug and placed it under the spout of the demand coffee maker.  She
dropped one of the plastic cups into the top and stood there while the hot,
black coffee poured into my mug.

When she returned to the table, I asked, "What else happened at camp?"

"Well, I got to know Chrissy's older sister Sharon a lot better.  She is - was
- very much like me."

There was another uncomfortable silence that I thought it was best to just wait
out, and then Missy continued.  "Sharon likes it even more than me.  She would
do things intentionally to get herself punished.  The first time I saw that was
at the dodge ball games, but I didn't realize at first what she was doing."

"Dodge ball?" I asked.

"That's what they called it.  There would be two teams of twenty each.  Ten
Masters and ten slaves on each side.  The Masters would wear this weird looking
target about six inches across with a row of red led lights all around it.  It
hung almost down to their belly buttons with a thin belt that went around them
to keep it from flopping around.  It looked like it was padded on the back to
protect their stomachs when it was hit.  If the ball hit the target, the lights
lit up and an alarm went off.  That meant that the Master or Mistress was out
of the game."

"The slaves had a similar target, but we didn't wear them on a chain around our
necks."

She blushed deeply.  "We.. uh... we... we weren't facing our opponents.  The
slaves knelt down in the sand facing away from the other side with our heads to
the ground.  Our targets were the same size, but they were attached to..."  She
blushed very, very deeply.  "electrified butt plugs."

"If your target got hit, you got shocked, and the only way to get it turned off
was for it to time out or for you to go over to the opponent's coach.  If their
coach shut off the plug, their team would get a certain number of points, and
you would probably get punished by your coach for letting down the team.  If
you just rode out the shocks until it quit, no points were awarded to either
side."

"It was the start of the second week that summer when we had our first game of
dodge ball.  I didn't know what was supposed to happen and was just standing
there with my brother David.  He had on one of the medallions and told me that
once all the slaves were assembled, he would get me 'suited up' and we would be
ready to begin."

"Chrissy was standing with the other team, but there was no slave with her yet.
The other nine slaves were already standing with the Master or Mistress that
would protect them during the game.  Everyone was looking around and pretty
soon we heard some loud voices.  Chrissy's mom came onto the court dragging
Sharon along behind her.  Darren was helping hold down her flailing arms."

"'I won't do it, you bitch!' she cried out.  'And Darren can go screw
himself.'"

"'Now Sharon,' Mrs. Curie replied in a surprisingly calm voice, 'You know that
you agreed to this specifically when you signed the papers at the start of
camp.  If you don't participate willingly, we will bind you in place.'"

"'Fuck you!' was Sharon's only response."

"'For such disrespect, your target will be set at level four,  and since you
will be bound, you will not have the option of surrendering to the opposing
coach to get it shut off.'  She turned toward the other players on that team
and said, 'I need some assistance to subdue this unruly slave.  Please take
care of her.  I have a meeting to attend.'"

"Several of the Masters stepped forward from both teams and bent Sharon down
into a kneeling position.  Then they pulled her arms down and back between her
legs and wrapped what looked like camouflage duct tape around her wrists and
ankles.  She now had no choice but to be in the proper kneeling position with
her butt high in the air."

"The only problem was that in the struggle to get her bent down, she had
turned, and she was no longer facing the right direction.  Two of the Masters
picked her up so that they could turn her around and get her ass facing in the
right direction.  As they were turning her, her head was lifted up and she
looked directly at me.  She smiled and winked at me and that's when I knew that
the whole thing was an act on her part to increase the pain she would have to
experience."

"I asked David what setting four meant and he explained that..."

I interrupted her at this point.  "There are four settings on the anal target.
Settings one and two are low and high game settings.  Settings three and four
are punishment settings with level four being the most extreme."

Missy went wide-eyed and asked, "How do you know that?"

"Didn't I tell you that I knew the Curie Clan and that I had business dealings
with them?  Those targets are some of my devices.  As I said, 'specialized
equipment for specialized people.'"

Missy's mouth hung open.  "You are W.  All those things they use at camp, you
invented them.  SSSuzy didn't tell me you were W.  Can I see some of the things
you are working on?  Maybe I can test something for you?"

Missy looked like a puppy begging for a dog biscuit.   I laughed at her
exuberance, but knew that we had to finish this section of her story.  "Maybe
later," I said.  "For now, you have to finish telling me about the dodge ball
game."

Missy sighed in disappointment and said, "OK.  If we have to.  Where was I." 

"Sharon had just gotten herself tied up and set to setting four."

"Oh, yes.  You probably know that the point of the game is to be the last one
standing, but at the same time protect your slave.  A slave's target getting
hit doesn't really do anything for the game unless the slave surrenders to the
opposing coach to get their target shut off, but each Master is worth fifty
points.  Evidently they keep scores and make bets and all of that."

"David told me that he would be my protector and that because I was so young,
the target would be set at game position one.   All I had to do if my target
got hit was to stay in place and endure for the sake of the team.  I said, 'OK'
and knelt down in the sand where he pointed for me to be."

"It felt kind of weird when David squirted some lube between my ass cheeks and
even weirder when he pushed his finger in and out of me a couple of times. Then
he asked, 'Are you ready for this?' and slowly pushed the butt plug into me."

"It felt really weird.  I'd had other things up there before - even in public,
like the key ring thing at the motel, but this was much larger and the target
rubbed against my ass cheeks like someone was pressing a plate or saucer up
against me."

"'Just stay there and don't move regardless of what happens,' David ordered and
then I heard him call out 'Ready here!'"

"Soon there were other cries of 'Ready here!' until all ten slaves were ready.
A referee blew a whistle and everyone started throwing what looked like
undersized volleyballs at each other.  I heard the girl kneeling next to me
shriek and jump around a bit.  Evidently her target had been hit."

"Balls were flying all over the place.  I heard a loud beeping and one the
Mistresses on the other side of us walked off the court.  Almost as soon as she
left three or four balls pelted her kneeling slave and he began wailing in
pain."

"So it went until it was just David and me on our side and apparently only one
Master and their slave on the other.  I twisted my head around to see if I
could see who it was and was almost hit in the face by a ball thrown by
Chrissy.  Her aim was evidently thrown off by the ball that David had thrown at
her."

"A few moments later they again both threw at the same time.  Chrissy was
throwing to hit David's target, but David was not throwing at Chrissy.  He took
advantage of the moment of her throw to drill one past under her arm and
directly into Sharon's target.  I could hear a series of "Ugh...  Ugh...
Ugh's..." as electric pulses pounded into Sharon's body."

"Someone later told me that taking out Chrissy's slave had not been a smart
move for David because it allowed her to move more freely and more likely hit
his target, but David knew what he was doing.  He let Chrissy think she was
drawing him away from me and when I was totally open, she let fly a clear shot
at my target.  The balls had hurt whenever they had hit me, but it really hurt
when one slammed into that target.  Immediately after that the anal plug
started sending shocks into my body.  I twitched and grunted with each pulse,
but I never left my knees.  I don't know if it was because I was doing this for
the team or because I was naked on my knees in public getting my ass fried with
electricity, but the warm and squishy feeling soon crowded out the pain and I
was almost sorry when it finally timed out."

"When I came back to my senses, everyone was jumping up and down and hugging
David.  He had waited for Chrissy to throw at me and had nailed her right in
the target while her arm was still extended in the throw.  We had won."

"The couple that had led the seminars addressed the players.  'This game shows
how a Master will protect a slave who is a family member.  We are now going to
play a second game where each Master or Mistress chooses the slave they are
going to protect.  This will reinforce that the Master-slave bond is even
stronger than family.  Masters and Mistresses, choose your partners."

"Dad came onto the court and chose mom.  Another wife - a Mistress - walked
onto the court with her husband.  Chrissy's mom chose Sharon.  Several young
Masters or Mistresses chose as partners a slave that they had become close to.
I thought that I would not be in this round since I wasn't close to anyone, but
Chrissy walked up to me and announced, 'I will defend Missy.'"

"We walked out on the court and after we were all in place the referee
announced, 'Masters and Mistresses, prepare your slaves.'"

"As I knelt down, I could see Sharon kneeling willingly before her mother.  I
could read her lips as she said, 'Setting four, mother, or I won't stay on the
court.'"

"Chrissy squirted a glob of lube between my cheeks and reached down to work the
target into me.  'Chrissy,' I said, 'setting four... please.'"

"Chrissy asked, 'Are you sure?' and I nodded my head.  'If that is what my
little naked slave girl wants,' she said as she set the switch.  Then she
forced the butt plug into my ass in one swift motion."

"Since all I could see was the sand beneath my face, I really don't know much
about what happened in the game itself except that at the end it was once again
me and Sharon kneeling in the sand with our lone protectors battling to the
finish.  Chrissy's mom had been somewhere else in camp during the first match
and hadn't seen David's winning move, so Chrissy borrowed the move and tried it
on her mother.  She waited until Mrs. Curie was throwing at her and drilled one
past her into Sharon's target.  I could hear Sharon grunting with pain - or
perhaps pleasure as the anal plug discharged shock after shock into her body."

"Then Chrissy moved in for the win.  The plan worked just like it had worked
for David with one major exception.  Chrissy's mom was also faking, and rather
than throwing at me, threw directly at Chrissy.  The effect was the same,
however, and Chrissy's ball slammed into her intended target.  Chrissy,
meanwhile, dove into the sand and the ball aimed at her sailed to the back of
the court."

"Again everyone was jumping and celebrating.  I just remained kneeling on the
ground.  I was crying softly.  Chrissy looked down and me and said, 'Missy's
disappointed she couldn't show Sharon that she could take as much as she
could.'  With that, she reached down and slapped the target with her hand."

"Everything exploded inside of me.  It felt like lightning was running through
my ass and out into my arms and legs.  I shook and quaked and grunted with each
jolt.  I lost control of my bladder and piss streamed between my legs and onto
the ground.  But the heat and the squashiness boiled up inside of me until the
volcano exploded and I buried my face against my arms and let out a long, long
wailing moan."

"This time when I came to my senses most of the Masters and Mistresses and
their slaves were standing in a wide circle around me.  Chrissy was standing
next to me.  She stroked my back and then reached down and patted my ass cheek
next to the target.  'Missy likes it?  Don't you Missy?'"

"I didn't even raise my head.  I just stared down at the sand and answered her,
'Yes, Missy likes it.  Missy likes it very much.'" 

  = = =

After several moments of silence, Missy looked up at me as if suddenly
realizing where she was for the first time.  "And Missy would like to clean up
and rest up a little before lunch.  Is that OK with you?"

"Fine by me," I replied.  "We will have sandwiches on the back deck exactly at
noon.   See you then."

As she walked up the stairs, I could not help but thinking that she was very
close to telling me the final part of the story.  Maybe after lunch, or perhaps
tonight.  In the meantime, I needed to review my files on the Curie Clan, just
in case I was missing something important about Missy or Chrissy or someone
else in the story.

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    END CHAPTER THREE OF FIVE
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