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   The following is a work of fiction containing scenes of graphic sex of
various kinds, most of which are nc, kinky, and/or downright weird.  The
actions depicted are not from or for real life.
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   Monocle
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   Number 10 by Monocle - F+/F nc bond
   A new slave recruit is prepared by a Master's harem.
   Number 10 By Monocle
   "That will be all the way inside you by the time I get back."
   The heavy door slammed shut.
   I looked down my tied, splayed body at the massive, glistening dildo and
shuddered.  It was veined and lifelike, mounted on a pole stuck in the
gleaming white floor between my spread, bent legs.  The fat head of it
pointed straight up, dead centered just a cople inches below my exposed
vagina.  There was no way it would fit into me.  No way I would lower
myself onto it.  I vowed to resist.
   "You have to do what he says or we're all going to get it!" The voice
was barely above an earnest whisper.  The woman it belonged to was lying on
the floor, tied hand and foot, but not chained to anything else.
   "No!  I won't!"
   "Stupid cunt!  Number 7 - you remember what happened you pulled the same
shit when you arrived."
   A low moan sounded behind me, followed by a resigned "Yes..."
   "We're not going to let an ignorant slut like you do that to us again."
   "What?!  Stay away from me!"
   The women around me - those who were able to, at least, inched and
squirmed towards me.  The first speaker managed to pull herself up to her
knees in front of me, between my spread legs.  She looked up at me with a
mix of anger and pity on her face.
   "You'll thank me later," she said, and then leaned/fell forward.  Her
face pressed into my mound, and as I tried to buck her off trhough my
restraints, she worked her mouth down to my pussy and immediately started
licking, her tongue exploring my folds and slit as I screamed.  I jerked
and shook, but did not have enough freedom of movement to dislodge her or
avoid her darting tongue and kissing lips.
   Something nudged my rear - another face pressed against my bottom and
another tongue began working its way between my asscheeks.  I screamed
louder and pulled at my bindings with all my might, but couldn't get away.
I cursed and pleaded but got no response or reprise.  My legs trembled now
after the wasted effort.
   Then something began pressing down on my shoulders.  Two bound elbows -
one on either side - added their weight to mine.  I tried to knock them
away with my head, but they had too much leverage.  My knees bgan to bend
as my legs took the extra load.
   "Oh God!" was all I could muster when I felt the first touch of the
dildo on my slit.  My legs were giving.  The woman whose face nuzzled my
pussy slid her tongue higher to allow the hard shaft to press into me, she
turned her concentrattion to my clit.
   "Don't fight it," said a voice from one of the women chained to the
wall, "It'll be easier that way"
   "No!  Unh!  NOO!" The shaft stretched me as I was slowly pushed down
onto it.  Sensations clashed in my panicked state.  The confusing pleasure
from the tongues and the distressing intrusion of the dildo forced me into
short gasping breaths.
   "UNH-Noooooo--hhhh!" Impossibly, the head of it was inside me, boring
deeper as I was pressed lower and lower.  I'd thought it was too big to fit
into me, but I was slowly taking it in.  I thought it would tear me apart,
but my body opened for it.  I thought it would hurt, and it did.  At least
I told myself it did.  Such a violation couldn't be pleasureable, I told
myself.
   "Its for your own good and ours.  You don't want to know what happened
to number 9."
   I could only wail in response.  They pushed me further into hell as I
slipped down the dildo.
   Someone chained against the white wall giggled.
   "It's him you know."
   In the midst my struggles I looked over to her, not understanding.  The
look in her eyes distant, almost reverent.  And not quite sane.
   "The cock.  This is your first taste of his cock.  It's molded after
him. You'll recognize it when he fucks you...  fucks you...  fucks you-"
   "Shut up, Number 5!" someone snapped, and she cackled into silence.
   The tongue at my rear finally disengaged, but it didn't change anything.
It just cleared the way for me to sink further.  I fought, but I was
losing. I cried out in desperation.
   "It's OK, number 10, OK.  You're almost there."
   "Nnoooo...please!" I was sobbing now.  Then everyone jumped at the sound
of heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor outside the door.  The tongue
on my clit froze for a moment, then the voice hissed from between my legs.
   "Theres no time!  Move!"
   The tongue redoubled its assault, and the elbows on my shoulders lifted.
I exhaled, almost sighing, and tried to rise off the pole.
   A key scraped and clanged on the metal door.
   "Now!" came a command, and two mostly bound bodies literally toppled
onto me from either side.  The sudden added weight shoved me back past the
inch I had managed to raise myself, and then forced me down the last
remaining length, to the very base of the shaft.  The creak of the opening
door was drowned by my scream as the head of the dildo speared its final
way into me.
   My vision swam, and everything blurred momentarily, as the shock of it
rolled shook body and mind.  But when my eyes regained focus, I saw him. 
His eyes locked on mine and held them.  I opened my mouth to - I don't know
what I would have done, because at that moment, completely by surprise,
orgasm crashed through me.  Bound and impaled, I stared into those hot and
cold eyes and came, helplessly and completely.  It went on for a long time,
and his eyes lingered on me for a long moments as I finally sagged, moaning
and shuddering.
   Finally, he looked around the room at each woman in turn, and nodded in
satisfaction.
   "Very good," He said.  "I'm leaving number 10's training to you.  Teach
her the rules.  Make her come at least once every two hours for the next
week.  Use any method you wish.  Number 2 - you are in charge." He dropped
a set of keys in front of the woman who hadn't stopped licking me until he
spoke.
   "Make sure she's ready for me in one week".
   After one more assessing look at me, he nodded expressionlessly, turned,
and left.  The door slammed shut behind him.
   End.
   ------ Number 10, by Monocle
  
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