The Introduction (nc, Mdom, mast, slow, teen)
Celene (c) 2001
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The Worthless Disclaimer Section
Don't read this if you're stupid.  (But then, if you're stupid, you're not going to 
listen to me anyway.)
Don't read this if you're underage.  (Yeah, like you're going to get all the way here 
and then close down the browser just cause I told you to.)
Don't read this if you don't want to read about the things in the subject codes.  
(This is the part of the disclaimer that really interests me.  You know, don't read if 
you don't like these things: blah, blah, blah.  Like people are too dumb to figure it 
out by themselves - "Oh!  Yeah!  I really *don't* like bondage.  Huh.  Why didn't 
I think of that before.  Thanks, disclaimer!")
Don't read this if you think it might make you arrest me.  (I'm not joking.  Please 
don't arrest me.  I'm too young to go to prison.)
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Note from author: (This is an introduction to these series of stories.  Really.  Just 
like the title says.  If you're looking for the hot and heavy parts, you're going to be 
disappointed.  Don't complain that I didn't warn you.)


Elaine wasn't particularly worried when the plain blue van pulled up next to her.  
It was May, the last day of school, and her sixteenth birthday - how in the world 
could anything go wrong?  "Hey, miss, we're lost," said the nice-looking guy in 
the passenger seat.  "Could you tell us how to get to Fairbanks Street?"  He rattled 
the map in his hands.
Elaine stepped close to the window, not even hearing the footsteps behind her 
until it was too late.  A cloth was forced over her nose and mouth, and a cloying 
stench filled her lungs.  The last thing she saw was the van door opening up to 
swallow her whole.

She jerked awake as somebody slapped her across the face, hard.  "Wake up, 
bitch.  The Master wants to see you."
Elaine tried to open her mouth, and found it was already wide open, stretched by 
an inflatable ball gag.  She made protesting noises in the back of her throat, but 
the gag was pretty effective.  She wasn't tied, but her muscles were oddly limp, 
and she found that she had problems moving.  She moaned as hands half dragged, 
half carried her through a dark hallway into another room.  Elaine looked around 
cautiously.
The room was a long, vaulted hall with a Middle Eastern feel.  All the windows 
were high on the walls, and the light streaming through them illuminated the 
scene very clearly.
An enormous black man reclined on a stack of silk pillows, his legs spread wide.  
In between them, a young girl knelt, her face buried against his crotch.  She wore 
a gold choke collar around her neck; the other end was attached to a nearby pillar.  
Two other girls nestled against the black man, massaging and kissing him.  He 
ignored them utterly.
It was like some scene out of one of those books that Elaine's mom had forbidden 
her to read.  She tried to convince herself that she was dreaming, but the ache in 
her head spoke to the reality of her situation.  She tried to speak.
"So.  You are the little cunt."  The man's voice was soft, almost gentle.  Elaine 
couldn't believe that he could say such a horrid word with no inflection at all.  
"Take her clothes, Simon."
One of the men beside her ripped open her shirt.  Elaine screamed, and struggled, 
but the other one held her firmly while the other stripped her completely nude.
The black man looked her over.  "Nice tits.  Jiggle them for me."  One of the men 
shook her roughly.  Elaine moaned, and dropped her head in humiliation as her 
breasts jounced merrily up and down.  One of the men grabbed a handful of her 
hair, and hauled her hair back.  
"Look.  How cute.  She's blushing."  There was crass laughter, and Elaine could 
feel her skin all over her body heating up.  The black man laughed.  
"Stand her up by that pillar."
The two men hauled her over to the indicated column, and grabbed chains that 
descended from the sides, clapping her wrists into them.  Elaine hung helplessly.  
She tried struggling, but she was still rather weak, and the men just made snide 
remarks about her bouncing tits.
"Leave us," said the black man.  He shoved aside the girls, and walked to her.  
Elaine could now see what the girl's body had blocked - a rippling body, powerful 
arms, knotted legs, and . . . her gaze locked on the rod jutting from his body.  
She'd never seen a cock before, and had never imagined that it would be so big 
and so menacing.  Semi-erect and glistening, it hung from his body like another 
limb, purple-black and as thick as a healthy sapling.  She turned her face away as 
he approached.  His hand grasped her chin, and tilted it up at a cruel angle.  
"Impressive, isn't it, cunt?  I bet you're slobbering for a taste of it.  Don't worry.  
There's enough for every hole in your body, and some left over."  Elaine closed 
her eyes.  "I have waited a long time for this day, slut."  A long time?  Elaine 
opened her eyes, startled.  He bent over her, his face inches from hers.  "Oh, yes.  
Sixteen years exactly."  Sixteen years?  It was her birthday today . . . the smile on 
his face confirmed her suspicions.  "I'm going to tell you a little story.  You don't 
have to listen, but I think you'll be interested.  After all, haven't you always 
wondered why your daddy left you and your mommy?"  He chuckled, and 
smoothed back her hair with an enormous hand before sliding down her body to 
cup her breast.  The fingers caressed her nipple teasingly.  Elaine tried to ignore 
the sudden surge of desire.  "When your parents got married, they wanted to have 
kids.  Lots of kids," he whispered, tugging her nipple gently.  
His free hand slipped between her legs.  Elaine shook her head and tried to move 
away, but couldn't.  His thick fingers moved gently across the entrance to her 
cunt.  She tried to push away the feelings that he was rousing in her, but his 
fingers felt so . . . so good.  She tried to close her legs again, but she didn't try 
very hard.  He brought his fingers to his nose, and inhaled deeply before wiping 
them in her hair and returning to her cunt.  "Unfortunately, after several years of 
trying, your mother still hadn't conceived," he continued.  "So they went to a 
specialist - a fertility specialist."  He rubbed her clit gently, and she couldn't 
repress a moan of pleasure.  "Your mother took some drugs to increase her 
fertility.  I was one of her studio models, and I took quite a fancy to her."  She 
gasped as he twisted her nipple sharply, accompanying the movement with added 
pressure on her clit and a fluttering of his fingers against her slit.  She could feel 
her cunt dripping onto his fingers.  "I came in for my studio appointment one day, 
and there your parents were, humping like bunnies.  Your father was just spitting 
his sperm into your mother's tight cunt when I walked in."  He spiraled his 
forefinger against her folds as he worked her clit rapidly with his thumb.  "So I 
took matters into my own hands, knowing that she was fertile.  I couldn't bear to 
let that bastard mount what was properly mine.  Fortunately, he had to get back to 
work.  So while your mother lay there recovering . . . well, let's just say that I 
gave her the best ride of her life."  Elaine moved her hips helplessly against his 
hand.  The feeling she wanted was so close she could almost taste it.  
"Unfortunately, one egg was already fertilized.  But my sperm reached another 
little egg that wasn't."  Elaine froze, looking at him with mute eyes.  "That's right, 
fuckcunt.  Nine months later, your mother gave birth to twins - one white 
daughter and one black son.  That was the day your father left you.  I came to 
collect my son.  I'm afraid your mother didn't put up much of a fight."  He 
chuckled, and stepped back, leaving Elaine to wrestle with the heat washing over 
her bound body.
"I promised Anton that on his sixteenth birthday, I'd give him a little fuckslut of 
his very own."  The enormous black man laughed.  "Guess who he's going to 
get?"
Elaine screamed through her gag, and whipped her head and forth.  She couldn't 
believe this was happening to her.  The man returned to lie on his dais, and the 
chained girls immediately resumed pleasuring him.  The man clapped his hands, 
once, and a guard stuck his head through the door.  "Take Anton's present to be 
washed and dressed, then bring her back here."
Elaine tried to kick the men who took her down, but they simply caught her 
ankles and carried her out of the room.  Almost instantly, the light from the 
hallway faded.  They carried her face-down, so she couldn't see much but the 
stone floor.  After several rooms, they put her down, and tied her hand above her 
head again.  Elaine could see the drains in the floor, and various pieces of steel 
equipment that she had never seen before.  One of the men, a thin, swarthy man 
that might have been Arabic, took a hose off the floor, and turned several spouts.  
He tested the water for a few moments, and then turned the spray on Elaine.
The water was warm; at least she could be grateful for that, she thought numbly.  
The force behind it made her skin tingle.  Soap appeared to be regulated by 
another valve, and Elaine closed her eyes as the man played the soapy water over 
her naked body.  At last he turned off the soap, and rinsed her clean with warm 
water.  The other guard shouted something in another language, and they laughed 
together.  Elaine shrieked as the water suddenly became icy cold.  There was no 
way to escape the blast; the more she turned, the easier it was for the man to reach 
her back and ass.  Finally, when Elaine was going completely numb, he shut off 
the water.  The two of them rubbed her down roughly with a piece of towel and 
dragged her into another room.  This room, by contrast, was warm and full of 
light.  There was a large group of women sitting around talking, and when Elaine 
was shoved inside, several stood up at once.  They tied her down spreadeagle on a 
tilting table, talking in another language.  They weren't unkind, but they did 
nothing to make the experience pleasant, either.  The first thing they did was 
remove the ball gag that was making her jaw ache.  Elaine tried to talk to them, 
but they ignored her completely.  Several women covered her entire body from 
her neck down with a thick, sweet smelling substance with the consistency of 
honey.  Another took to brushing her tangled hair out.  Elaine gradually realized 
that her nails were being trimmed and filed, and her hair was being trimmed, 
although they weren't taking much off.  She lay very still and tried to relax.  
Whatever was happening now couldn't be as bad as what was to come.  When the 
women massaging her body with the thick lotion reached the soles of her feet, 
they went back to the top.  The liquid had hardened, like candle wax.  They began 
to peel the layer off.  Elaine looked down.  Beneath, her skin was clear and 
glowing and . . . hairless.  Every inch of body hair came away with the top layer.  
She blushed as she looked at her naked cunt.  She had heard in school about girls 
who shaved their cunts - all the other girls called them sluts.  The women turned 
her over and did the same process to her back half.  At last they finished, and 
turned her over a final time.  This time she was fastened into a chair, her 
shoulders and neck bound to it to keep her head absolutely still.  One woman 
opened a makeup kit and began to work on her face while the other fussed with 
her hair.  The others stood around and tittered in low voices.  Finally, they all 
stood back, nodding.  They unfastened her, and helped her up, then wrapped a 
diaphanous piece of white cloth around her.  It hid nothing, Elaine was sure, and 
when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she turned bright red.  Her 
makeup was done in a fairly natural manner, although she didn't remember her 
lips looking that full, or her eyes so "come-hither."  Her full breasts stood out in 
full relief against the cloth, the rosy, stiff nipples clear through the filmy gauze.  
The garment had been pleated to draw attention to her crotch and her tits.  The 
women gathered around her and pushed her out the door, where the guards leered 
at her before escorting her down the hall.  Elaine didn't struggle; she was certain 
that she couldn't escape from the guard's firm grasp.
Slowly, they stepped into the enormous hall.

Next:  Meeting Master Anton
