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From: anon@csulb.edu (anon)
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Subject: Janus and Raquel, fff, lez, humil
Date: 30 Nov 1996 21:25:11 GMT
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I am one of only a handful of female CEO's in my city. I control  
a good-size corporation, manufacturing electronic components for military and
aerospace applications. I had busted my ass to get this position, and I was
damn well going to enjoy life at the top. I knew many employees resented my
no-nonsense approach, but, hey, it's not their company.
My secretary of several years left, her husband had been transferred.
So my staff went through the drudgery of hiring me a new secretary, and
finally a new face appeared at the desk outside my plush office.
        Her name was Diane. The men on my staff probably had the most say in 
her selection. She was young Philippine, tanned, and stacked. 
Whether she had a brain remained to be proven, as far as I was
concerned. In our first meeting, I made no bones about the fact that I 
expected her to be on time, I expected her work to be done before it was due,
and all the other little things I demanded of my employees. She didn't look
happy. I didn't care.
So life went on for several months. She performed adequately, nothing
special in my eyes. The men adored her, but I began to hear murmuring that
she wanted nothing to do with them. I actually enjoyed the tenseness that
seemed to be building within my staff.
        One morning, I went into my office to find an invitation to a party 
on my desk from Diane.
I arrived at the party at exactly seven o'clock and nervously rang the
doorbell, when she answered it saying to me, "Hi, how are you?"
 "Good, come in and enjoy the party."
 "Thanks," I was going to ask her something else, but another person came
up to us and started talking to her, so I wandered off into the crowd.
"Here you are." It was Diane, bringing me drink. I
finished the one I had and took it. Then she gestured to a woman
standing beside her. "This is Raquel, my cousin."
"Hello Raquel." She was a tall woman in her early twenties, with long 
dark hair and the most amazing eyes. I felt myself shiver when she looked at 
me.
Diane disappeared into the crowd, leaving Raquel and me to get acquainted. 
She was wearing a skintight jeans. Her jeans were so tight that the seam 
cut her ass cheeks in two, framing each one to either side of the seam 
that cut down between them. The same seam cut up between her cuntlips,
 pushing them aside and making two little bulges in the crotch of the pants. 
The top she wore was so tight, they hugged her bulging titties like 
cellophane, 
displaying her hard dark nipples for everyone to see, and a pair of leather
riding boots. She had long firm legs which ran up to a nice, round 
set of full hips. Her waist was rather tiny and ran up 
toward a rather wide set of shoulders and an impressive pair 
of firm but soft breasts.
We talked for a bit while I finished my drink and
then she pulled me out onto the dance floor. She was a wonderful
dancer. The song ended, and I started to pull away - I was still, after 
all, a heterosexual. 
After a couple of glasses of wine I had in my nervousness,  I  began to
feel a buzz so I went to the balcony for a fresh breath of air.  The fresh
air helped sharpen my senses, but I knew I was slightly drunk.  I perched
over the edge of the balcony, feeling the air waft up my legs, my skirt
just at the edge of my ass.  Suddenly I felt a breath on my neck and hands
on my hips.  I snapped my head around in surprise and saw Raquel standing
behind me, with a smile on her face.  
 "Relax," she said quietly.  I didn't stop her, it   felt to good.  I felt
her hand travel down to my hips and then to my pussy.  Her other hand
moved up to my breast massaging it through the silk, and her other hand
was now at my pussy, rubbing my clit in a circling motion.  I started to
moan and move my hips into her hand, trying to push her fingers against my 
pussy.  
 "Do you want me, "she whispered.
 "Yes, oh god yes." I moaned, gasping for air.
 "Tell me how much."
 "Oh my pussy is so wet, and your fingers feel so good on my pussy, please
keep on," I begged.
 "Keep on Mistress," she demanded, "say it," then I felt her hand pressing
on my clit harder, bringing a gasp of pleasure from me.
SMACK!! Her open hand struck my upturned ass with a loud stinging blow.  
It was not really painful, but the shock of it caused me to
jump in surprise.
 " Yes Mistress," I stammered, not sure of why she wanted me to call her
that.  I felt her hands inside my underwear now, one of her fingers inside
of my pussy, finger fucking me.  
 "Do you like this slut, like your Mistress fucking you like the slut you
are.  I know you like it." she said.
 My mind racing, I said, "Yes Mistress, I love it, please keep fucking
me." I wasn't sure what type of role playing we were doing, but I knew
that her calling me slut had just turned me on more.  With one finger
inside of my pussy, and the other rubbing my clit, I began to cum.  First
crying out loudly as I did, then biting my lip, in hopes that no one else
heard me.  My hips started thrashing around and finally when I was
finished cumming, I just slumped over the railing, dazed and confused (no
pun intended).  I felt her body move away from mine and I watched her turn
around to reenter the party.
 "Stick around after the party slut."  I heard her say.  I just kept on
standing there, in shock with my skirt bunched around my hips and my
breasts sticking out of my dress.  Then suddenly I realized what happened,
I had just been finger-fucked to orgasm by a young Philippine girl who has
 me calling her Mistress.  What the fuck are you doing Janus I thought, you've 
always enjoyed normal heterosexual sex, she could be a part of some type of 
sex
crazy lesbian cult.  But my body betrayed me and I hung around until the
party was over.
 As the last person left, she walked over to her stereo and changed CD's,
and the room was filled with a Debussy sonata.  I walked over to her and
said uneasily, "Look I don't know why I am here, I mean I have never done
anything like this before."
 "Shhh, just relax, its okay, I'm not going to pressure you into anything
you don't wan," she responded," When I saw you, I knew right away I knew you
would be the perfect little slut for me."  Slut, I thought, what the fuck
is she talking about, I'm not a slut, okay I've ad a couple of one
nighters, but that hardly qualifies you to be a slut,   Why a are you
still standing there letting her call you that.  But the reason I couldn't
leave her was my pussy got warm hearing her call me a slut.  So  I stood
there wide-eyed, surprised, ashamed, trying to think of something to say back.  
 She walked over to me, put her arm around me and led me over to the sofa.
 Before we even reached the sofa, she put her other arm around me and
looked deeply into my eyes and started kissing me.  I closed my eyes and
felt my body relax as I started to enjoy the kiss, leaning my body
forward.  As we sat down on the couch, I opened my mouth a little more,
feeling her tongue enter my mouth, and we just French kissed for a while,
until I felt her hand moving down my back, down to my ass, then back up to
the zipper of my dress, slowly unzipping my dress.  I started to lean back
into the sofa as she pulled  my dress  down to my hips.  I reached behind
and unbuckled my bra, pulling it off, as she started to kiss my breasts
gently, licking my nipples with her tongue, gently flicking them back and
forth, sucking on them like a baby.  Finally my nipples were rock hard and
I was ready for her to move down to my pussy.  I lifted my hips to pull
off my dress and underwear.  She made a trail down my navel towards my
well trimmed bush with her tongue, bringing out a cry of delight in me. 
At first she started licking the outer part of my pussy lips, lapping up
my pussy juice.  Then she started gently licking my inner lips, moving
closer to my clit, and as I started getting into it I moved my hips closer
to her face.  She responded to my movements and pushed her tongue farther
against my clit, which brought out a moan of pleasure.  Finally I felt my
hips bucking as I was getting close to orgasming. 
 "Ohhhhh fuck yes," I screamed out after the first wave of orgasm hit me,
my hips moving at their own will.  She kept licking my pussy, drinking up
all of my juices as I kept on cumming.  After I finished cumming I lay
there exhausted. 
Then the doorbell rang and she pushed me off and said," Later my pet,
go into my bedroom and wait for me."  Confused I went into her bedroom 
and sat on her bed.  I strained to hear the voices in the other room, but I 
couldn't make out the voices.  The bedroom door opened and I heard her and 
Diane walk behind me and she said, "I'm going to open you
up sexually my pet, are you ready to experience pleasure beyond what you
have ever experienced?"
After a few minutes Raquel told me to get onto the bed. 
I quickly did it. Raquel stood up and went to a cabinet in the room. 
She pulled out some lengths of rope. I got a little scared. Raquel walked over 
to the bed
and told me to roll over onto her stomach. Raquel quickly tied a length of 
rope 
around my wrists and another around my ankles. Then Raquel tied another length 
of rope between my wrists and ankles. Raquel pulled that last length tighter 
so
that my wrists and ankles were nearly touching. I was hog tied now.
        Raquel threw several vibrators, dildos, nipple clips, etc. onto the 
bed next
to my head. I audibly gasped. Raquel lubricated a couple of the
dildos. She inserted a smaller one into my asshole. She inserted the
larger vibrator into my pussy. Then Raquel rolled me onto my side.
Raquel strapped a ball gag into my mouth. I had no idea what to
expect next. Raquel stepped away from the bed for a second and when she came
back she gave Diane a camera. I began to struggle to get out of the ropes. All
of my struggles only caused the roped to tighten around my wrists and
ankles. I realized that Diane was going to take Polaroid pictures of me
naked and tied up on the bed. Diane began to take several pictures from
different angles and distances. She made sure that my face was
recognizable in all of the pictures. Diane also made sure to get a picture of
the dildos in my ass and pussy. Raquel  picked up two nipple clips. 
She opened the clips in front of my face and then slowly moved them toward my 
breasts. 
I tried to move away but Diane easily held me in place. Raquel paused when she 
held the clamp right next to my nipple. She wanted to make sure that I was
watching and absorbing every detail. Then Raquel let the clamp snap shut on
my nipple. I let out a muffled scream. Raquel did the same thing
with the second clamp on my other nipple.
        Diane again  began to take more pictures. She made
sure to get close ups of my face with the gag, the clamps digging into
my large nipples and the dildos stretching my pussy and asshole.
Then Raquel switched on the vibrator in my pussy. I twitched a
little and then began to moan as the vibrator sent tingles throughout my
pussy. Janus's hips began to undulate as she started to get more and more
excited. Diane made sure to take pictures of my face scrunched up in
pleasure. She was still clicking the pictures when I had a tremendous
orgasm. Raquel picked up the snapshots and left the room for a few minutes.
        Raquel came back into the room. She told me that the pictures were for
Raquel's protection in case I tried to cause any legal problems. Raquel
explained to me that if I caused her any problems Raquel was going to
send copies to my office, to my boyfriend, etc. Raquel asked me
if I understood. I nodded my head. Raquel asked me if I was going
to obey. I nodded my head. She reached over to let me out of the
ropes. Raquel was going to test my promise. She told me to move over
to the bathroom with Diane.
        Diane had me lay out a towel on the toilet lid and had me sit on
that. She turned on the water in the sink and then pulled out a razor and
shaving cream. Diane sternly asked me if I was going to let Diane shave
my pussy. I meekly nodded my head. I was too shocked and scared to speak. 
Diane pulled up her skirt and exposed her bald cunt. She knelt down 
between my legs and began her task. It took a few minutes but Diane shaved off 
my
pussy hair so that I was as smooth as Diane was. I didn't realize that letting 
her shave my
pussy was akin to agreeing to be Raquel's slave. Diane admired her handy work 
and then 
bent her head down to lavish my pussy with her tongue. I quickly had an 
orgasm.
Once out of the bathroom, I found a note and some clothes that Raquel had left 
me.
I wore the tight tube dress that ended a good foot and half above my knees; 
the 
black stockings and garter; the bright red pumps with the four inch heels... 
they all emphasized
my slender body and large, firm breasts. They reminded me that I
was still young, and still beautiful.
The note read, "from now on you will dress similarly, you old whore."
The next  morning, I went into my office to find Raquel sitting in MY
chair, behind MY desk. With her FEET on my desk. Grinning at me.
        Without preamble, I told her to get out. She just kept grinning, 
and held up several sheets of paper. "You sure?", she asked slyly.
        Grabbing the papers from her hand, I glanced quickly at them. Her
grin spread as she saw my face pale.
I tore  up the pictures. Her eyes widened momentarily.
        Then she laughed. "You realize, of course, that those were just
copies? I have the originals tucked away safely."
        I sat down in my visitor's chair, which I had made sure was very
uncomfortable. I was indeed uncomfortable as I pondered the little witch's
plan. What did she want?
Adding to my discomfort, she smiled. "That's better." She sat on the
edge of my desk. I was becoming numb with shock. She stared down at me.
        She reached out, and I flinched. To my surprise, she put her hand
beneath my chin and help my head up, looking at me closely.
        "Now, from today you work for me. You see, my family back in 
Philippines
owns a white slavery business, and I need a supply of fresh young whores every 
six
months. Your job is to help me recruit them."
She buzzed Diane on
the intercom and   said, "Diane you little slut are you there?"
"Yes mistress I am here." She replied.
Raquel barked back, "Well get your little ass in here, you little cunt whore."
To my horror, Raquel smiled and stepped back as Diane walked in. 
She walked around in front of my desk and told me to stand up. 
Weakly, I did, holding on to my desk to keep from falling. 
My knees were quivering, my heart pounding wildly.
        "Take your slacks off."
        My legs gave out. I sank back down into my chair, feeling the tears
starting . Raquel grabbed me and pulled me to my feet. As Diane took hold of
me, Raquel undid my slacks and slid them to the floor. I stood there in my
panties, sobbing, numb.
        Diane spun me around and pushed me down onto my desk. Bent over,
my upper body on my desk, my rear helplessly exposed, I sobbed uncontrollably
as I felt one of them slide my panties off. "Raquel, no..."
        My answer was a sharp smack on my bare ass. I shrieked, the tears
falling non-stop onto my blotter. "Call her Mistress", Diane said. That was
it. I lost it. As I felt blow after blow upon my flaming rear, all I could
do was cry, " Raquel, what can I do to stop this? Raquel, please. Mistress...
Mistress..."
        Silence. Hands on my shoulders, pulling me around. Raquel, Mistress,
staring into my eyes, her face coming closer and closer. Her lips against
mine. Her arms around me. My mind screamed out in revulsion as I felt her
tongue slide into my mouth. My arms limp at my sides, held upright only by
Mistress's, arms around me, I groaned in agony as she kissed me.
        My groan turned to a full-fledged scream as I felt her finger between
my legs, felt her finger slide into my pussy, felt her rubbing my clit.
        "Raquel, Mistress, please..."
        Gasping, panting, not knowing if what I was feeling was agony or
ecstasy, I stood there as Raquel, as Mistress fondled me. There was a bright
flash, and I looked dimly to the side.
        Diane stood there with a camera, smiling broadly. My mouth opened
to scream again, but Raquel's, Mistress's, tongue was in my mouth again 
before I could make a sound.
        And as the image of the bright flash faded from my eyes, it was
replaced by another bright flash that started deep within my body. In shock,
in horror, I stood there shuddering as I felt myself climax.
        Mistress, Raquel, moved away, and I fell to the floor, limp.
Raquel  laughs and exclaims, "Yes, Janus,
I've got those photographs and I will make copies of 
them and send them all around. Even to your friends
unless you do EXACTLY what I tell you from now on.  Do you understand?"
I am outraged by this...but what can I do?  
I can't yell out for help resigned to my position for now, I meekly
nod, "Yes."  She walks over to Diane and said, "Clean her up."  
"Yes Raquel."
It had been several weeks since my first weekend experience at Raquel's
house. Raquel had continued to slowly changing me. She now had me coming
over to her house every night for some more sexual fun. Raquel insisted that
I come over to her house every night after work and stay until the next
morning. She assigned me a small hallway closet to store what I needed
for work such as clothes, makeup, etc. She told me that I was to arrive
at her house at exactly seven each night. Each of those nights Raquel would
explore and arouse my body.  It had been a while since Raquel had  to spank
me to get me to obey. I would soon become a true slave to Raquel.
        Raquel had kept my pussy shaved now. She also ordered me to cut my
beautiful long dark hair. With my soft features and short hair I could be 
mistaken for a young boy. Of course one look at her large breasts would 
quickly correct that error. Raquel began having me wear less and less clothing 
in public. 
Now a typical outfit was a tight, low cut blouse and short shorts or a tight 
low cut mini dress. 
I was not allowed to wear panties at any time and I was only allowed to wear
a bra when I went to work. After three weeks of being together, Raquel would
have me get dressed and take her out to dinner or a show. She loved the
way men and even woman would look at my body. I loved all of the
attention I got especially the attention from the women. Raquel would put me
arm around me or kiss me while we were being watched. This was Raquel's
way of showing that my pussy belonged to her. She would insist that
I hold her hand at all times and she expected me to be affectionate
with her too. At first I was embarrassed by public shows of affection
between me and Raquel but I became used to it.
        One night Raquel took me to a dance club. I was wearing a black low
cut mini dress with no underwear of course. My breasts were almost ready to
pop out of the top of the dress.  Raquel was dressed just as
provocatively in a white low cut blouse and a black mini skirt. As soon as
we arrived at the dance club Raquel got me a long island iced tea.  Raquel and
I moved to a table near a walkway. The tables were on a slightly
elevated platform above the walkway. The table had stools so that they had to
balance themselves in the seats. This had the effect of causing my legs
to spread slightly open while I had one foot on the stool's foot bar and
the other dangling in midair. My pussy was exposed. I also didn't
realize that my pussy was now at eye level for anyone that walked past on
the walkway by our table. I was a little tipsy from the drinks. I was
wondering why all of the men were smiling as they walked past.
 I had no idea of the scenery I was providing.
Raquel wasn't as naive. She knew exactly what was happening because her legs
were in the same position. In fact she had turned her chair slightly so that
the men and women could get a full view of her pussy. Raquel saw the way the
men were ogling my pussy and she felt a little jealous. She would have
to show them that I belonged to her.
        Later a slow song came on. It was one of Raquel's favorites especially 
because it was a long one. Raquel took me by the hand. She then led me onto 
the dance floor. She wasn't shy about taking me into her arms and putting one 
hand 
on my ass. I could see people watching us. Raquel slid her left hand up my 
side and cupped
 my breast. I couldn't believe what was happening. Raquel noticed a beautiful 
Blond girl on 
the side of the dance floor intently watching them. She led me back to our 
table.
She moved our chairs so that we were sitting hip to hip. She put her left arm 
around 
and dropped her right hand onto my thighs and forced them apart. I
finally realized that my pussy was visible to everyone on the walkway. I
tried to move my left leg to close my legs. Raquel saw this and leaned over
to whisper in my ear, "Spread them open or I will spank you right here in the 
club."
 Raquel noticed the same beautiful bond girl standing by herself and watching. 
Raquel slid her hand up my thigh and began to rub my pussy. She slid a
finger into my pussy and sawed it in and out. Her thumb did circles on
my clit. Soon I was cumming. Raquel brought her finger up to my mouth and had 
me
suck off the pussy juices. The gathering crowd of onlookers looked stunned. 
They couldn't believe what they had just seen. Raquel took me by the hand and 
led me through the crowd. On the way down the
walkway she saw the blond girl. She pulled out a business card and handed it
to the girl. Raquel asked the  girl her name. She said it was Susan.  She
told Susan, "If you liked what you saw call me."  Susan looked at the card.
It had Raquel's Health Services and a phone number written on it.
        Raquel was satisfied with the exhibition. She put her arm around me 
and started walking
toward the car. Raquel glanced around and saw Susan standing near some bushes.
Raquel realized that Susan had followed them out of the club and had been
watching them. Susan would be hers soon too.
        Later that week the telephone rang. Raquel answered it. It was Susan.
Raquel told Susan to come over that morning and Susan agreed. When Susan 
arrived Raquel 
was quick to assert herself as the dominant person. Raquel escorted her into 
her study.
She asked Susan why she had called her. Susan told her that she had a dream
about what Raquel and I had been doing at the club. 
Raquel told her that I was her lover slut.
Susan blushed and grew quiet. Raquel asked Susan if she wanted Raquel to do 
those
things to her. Susan said "Not exactly." Raquel was a little surprised and
asked her what she wanted. Susan took a deep breath and told her she wanted
to touch the dark haired girl, like Raquel had at the club. Raquel smiled
and said "So you want to dominate Janus?" Susan blushed and said she didn't
know what that meant. Raquel told her that I would do whatever Susan told
me if Raquel ordered it. Susan eagerly nodded her head. Raquel told her that 
was
possible but first Susan would have to be trained by Raquel. Susan asked what
that meant. Raquel told her that she would make love to Susan. She would teach
Susan to obey her every wish without question. She told Susan that only then
could she even think of giving Susan permission to touch me. Susan
agreed. Raquel had Susan stand up and remove her clothes...
Then the doorbell rang and she pushed her off and said," Later my pet,
go into my bedroom and wait for me."  Confused she went into her bedroom 
and sat on her bed. 
Raquel told me to get the door. It was Diane. Soon as Diane was in, Raquel 
pulled her over and said, " We have our first whore ready in my bedroom for 
travel, 
make the appropriate arrangements." As Diane parted, Raquel told me to go and 
get ready for another night of whore recruiting.
A month later, one Friday night Raquel had me shave and douche, once I was 
out of the shower  "Now put this on." She tossed the box on the bed. "We are 
going over
Diane's house tonight. She has thrown a party to find herself a whore."
I opened it with trembling fingers and found a small black knit dress 
made of stretchy material. "Diane's house, I have not seen her for a month" I 
said.
"Now, put the dress on and be quick about it." She snapped. 
As I pulled the dress up my legs, however, I realized that it  wasn't long 
enough to cover the length of my  body between my perky breasts and 
my newly-shaved pussy. I had to bend my knees to keep my cunt from showing 
below the hem of the dress. When I walked, it quickly worked up and over my
 tight ass until I had to tug at it in an attempt to maintain some semblance 
of  dignity. 
Raquel watched me struggles with amusement.

"Put your shoes on," she ordered abruptly. I meekly did as she was 
told and then she led me by the hand back downstairs. On the 
way, Raquel ran her hands over my thighs, which made me 
squirm with nervous excitement. Unfortunately, whenever I moved, 
either one of my breasts or  pussy came out of my dress. I spent 
the entire journey pulling and tugging futilely at her clothing, but 
having no luck.

By midnight, the party was really buzzing. So was I; I'd had a
little too much to drink, but it didn't matter. I was having such
a good time, chatting with people, being eyed by all the men.
Except for Diane, no one here really knew me, so I could just
relax and play the flirt if I wished. 

"Here you are." It was Raquel, bringing me another drink. I
finished the one I had and took it.  I asked her about Diane,
Raquel said, "She is with her new whore in the bedroom."
Confused I went toward her bedroom I strained to hear the voices in there
but I couldn't make out the voices, but they were so familiar.  
The bedroom door was half opened and I could see 
Diane  kneeling in front of a blond woman. "Oh god, no" she repeated. 
"That was... I... my sister Christina"
     "Shhh...". Raquel put her hand over my mouth, smiling. 
    I was puzzled. "But, I..."
     Raquel  frowned. She reached forward, grabbed my
 nipples and twisted viciously. I let out a squeal
and tried to squirm away, but her grip was firm.
"You've forgotten already? This is going to be a long night."
Releasing one of my nipples, She grabbed a handful of
my hair and twisted my head around until it faced
the bedroom.
     
"Look," she commanded.
" Diane  was no longer challenging for me. I do love Diane but Diane is 
 such a nympho now, so I  told Diane to be on the look out for another woman 
to bring into their love life. Diane showed me a picture of your sister she 
had seen
in your office and she wanted a whore of her own for long time to control and 
dominate. 
Someone she could fuck with the strap on. I liked the idea of Diane wanting to 
have 
one of my whore's sister as her whore. She would enjoy fucking her large tits.
So we decide to keep it in the family and blackmailed her with your pictures. 
She was quite shocked when see saw them, but she did not want your 
parents to find out about them."     
     I saw her wavy, blonde hair teased, tousled and
matted with sweat; her eyes, open and vacant in a face still
glistening with sweat and spittle; her large breasts, red and
abused jiggling from behind the torn fabric of her blouse; her
slender legs spread wide and inviting on the floor; her work
skirt bunched up at her waist, exposing her gaping pussy and wet, 
glistening thighs...
     "Take a good look, listen" Raquel hissed, her mouth inches from my ear. 
"That's not a Christina... that's Diane's little Krista.
I could see  Diane pinching one of her breast and saying, " Krista my little 
lesbian toy... 
a barbie doll who loves - who needs - to have her pussy stroked by other 
women... 
who's going to learn all about pleasing me with her tongue... who's going...".  
My sister
began to pant as a fresh wave of lust arose with in her. The feel of Diane 
pinching her 
breast, pain at first, had become pleasure, and she felt an ache burning in
her pussy... spreading upwards... 
     "...do you understand?"
     Christina understood. 
     "I'm sorry, Miss Diane," she whispered, speaking in her
little girl voice. She clasped her hands behind her back,
offering up her body for the other woman's use.
     Diane wasted no time. Dropping one hand to my sister's pussy, 
she leaned forward and brought her lips to her face for a long, passionate 
kiss. 
When their lips finally parted, my sister was panting and squirming on the 
floor.
     "That's alright, Krista," Diane murmured, her face inches
away from my sister's glazed, green eyes. "You're a good girl, aren't you?"
     "Yes, Miss Diane," Christina whispered, eyes wide. "I'm a good girl."
     "You'll learn."
     "Yes, Miss Diane."
     Diane leaned forward and...

SMACK!! I felt Raquel's open hand struck my ass with a loud stinging blow.  
It was not really painful, but the shock of it caused me to jump in surprise.
" Lets go bitch, back to the party." She barked
 I did not answer her right away, SMACK!!  SMACK!! SMACK!!  SMACK!! 
and my delay earned me another resounding  series of slaps on my ass.  She 
said, "LETS GO  . . . . . MY LITTLE CUNT-ITCH?" , punctuating each word with 
another sharp slap. By now, my ass was beginning to sting. 
 "Yes Mistress Raquel"  I managed to stammer.  My face turned red with shame 
and humiliation from watching my younger sister treated in this manner.
     I gasped at the sudden, exquisite pain. And then I followed her.
At the end of the party I saw Diane and Christina were leaving.
     "Christina!" I called
     Two women turned to look.
     Diane was dressed in jeans and a plaid work shirt. 
My sister was standing in front of me was very different
from the young, professional she had last seen just six weeks
earlier. That Christina had taken pains to make herself appear
older and de-emphasize her attractive features. This Christina
looked like... she looked like an over-sexed teenager. Her blonde
hair was streaked with platinum and was teased up into a high
ponytail. Her ears, formerly sporting nothing more than a tiny
stud or tasteful earring, were now triple-pierced, and held long,
dangling pieces of junk jewelry. The conservative business suit
that the old Christina would have worn was replaced with a tight,
pink tube top and short, leather miniskirt with pink, plastic
pumps.
     Inexplicably, I felt a surge of warmth in my lower
belly. "Christina?" 
     The blonde, her green eyes wide and vacant over pouty, pink
lips, turned to Diane. "Miss Diane," she whined in a
high, little girl voice,"I'm sorry, I...".
     "It's alright, Krista. Hush now. I'll deal with this."  
Diane soothed her. The blonde  - Krista - sighed and
rested her head on her friend's shoulder. For the first time, 
 I noted the black choker - a collar - on Krista's neck.

   I was  stunned, just watched as Diane turned.
"Come along, Krista honey. We've got friends waiting." 
     "Yes, Miss Diane." The blonde woman followed along, her ass
wiggling beneath the tight, black skirt.

That was a couple of months ago.  I move in with Raquel and Krista moved 
with Diane. Since my sister had joined us we go out three night a week for 
whore recruiting. Raquel and Diane worked out some lesbian act for us to do
in order to attract young sluts. 

"That's a fair question.  First of all, Ken is a prop.  Our
marriage is a marriage of convenience.  He's gay and so am I.  Does
the term 'leather dyke' mean anything to you?"


Last week-end Raquel decided to fly to the Philippines and visit her family.
She decided to take Krista and I with her and let Diane stay back and taker
of business while we were gone. Diane did not like that, but she had no 
choice.
She packed a small suitcase for all three of us. Krista and I were not allowed 
to 
take anything with us. She said everything will be provided for us once we 
arrive.
Raquel had me  wearing a black and Krista wearing a white low cut mini dress 
with no underwear of course. Our breasts were almost ready to pop out of the 
top of the dress.  Raquel was dressed just as provocatively in a white leather 
jumpsuit.
It was a long flight, on arrival, at the airport Raquel we were grated by a 
black woman.
Raquel introduced her to us as her husband Coco. He was holding a small bag 
and a box
in her hand waiting for us.
As usual we were dazed and confused. How could this black woman
be her husband. Raquel said something in her Philippine language, then told us 
to 
follow Coco while she was getting the luggage.
We followed Coco into the women's bathroom. She instructed us to strip 
completely, including
any jewelry. Once we were done, she tossed everything in a bag and gave us the 
box and said,
"Now put this on." She tossed the box on the ground.
She helped us put on  a large tank top's and short, cotton miniskirts with 
pink, plastic pumps.
The material for the tank tops were so thin that the outline of our 
breasts and nipples were clearly visible. The arm holes for the tank tops were 
so large
that everyone would be able to see most of the sides of our breasts.
The miniskirt was so short and scanty, that left an inch of our cheeks 
exposed and when we walked I could see the crack of our ass in the mirror.
we begged her for some panties and bra, but instead she smacked me on the ass
and said, " get your pretty little ass outside, your mistress is waiting for 
us."
Once outside, Raquel was waiting for us.  " Very nice Coco, I like their 
attire,
they look so darling with all four cheeks exposed."

Coco drove us to her apartment. As we walked in she removed her dress
and stood in front of us completely naked except a pair of g-strings. Her tits 
were
 almost as big as mine. Raquel ordered Coco to fix us something to eat and 
drink. 
While Coco was in the kitchen she told us that Coco was a very special girl. 
After
we ate Coco cleaned up and sat on the floor net to Raquel. Raquel ordered her 
to stand
up and drop her panties. Coco with a jerk of her wrist tore her panties off 
revealing a 
leather chastity built, with a small lock dangling between her legs. Raquel 
took a small
key ring out of her purse and unlocked the lock and letting the chastity built 
to drop 
to the floor unmasking a five inch black cock. 
"Well sluts, do you like what you see?" I was in such a big shock that my 
mouth 
just dropped open. I could not get a word out.
That day we turned in early and the next morning we ate breakfast that Coco 
had made.
After Breakfast, while Coco was in the kitchen cleaning, Raquel said," I am 
leaving for the rest of the week to visit my parents. And when I gets back we 
will go
and hangout together. Mean while you stay with Coco and do as she says. Coco 
will 
fuck you both  if you need cock.  She likes a dose of cunt once in a while.  
And since both have a nice tight ass like a boy, he'll use you there too."
After lunch I decided to take a short cat nap. When I woke up I could hear
noises in the kitchen. He was Coco talking to someone.
I sneaked in to the kitchen to see who it was, to my surprise
I saw my sister naked sitting on her knees with her ankles crossed.
Coco was standing in front of her with her cock in her mouth squeezing
 her nipples with his fingers. I hear him giving instruction in his quiet, 
proper voice:
     "There you are, young lady," he says, "take it all in... you
     must suck it into the back of your throat while massaging
     the underside with your tongue... That's it; you're doing
     rather well now. Rather well. Now, open your throat and let
     it slide down... breathe through your nose... there you go.
     There is no need to panic. You should be able to feel my
     balls resting against your chin..."      And so on.
 Coco saw be looking at them, he motioned me to come over and joined them.
That afternoon, while I licked  my sister's pussy for the first
time, Coco fucked me in the ass.  
Coco, ever attentive to duty, now give us this special
training at least two or three times a day. 

 By end of the week Raquel had returned, we greeted at the door.
She did not spend no more than three hours there, when suddenly
the phone range. Raquel answered the phone and spoke to some one
in her native tongue. She put the phone down and snapped her fingers
and said," come girls, we have to go out now."
She drove us to this realty sleazy part of town. We followed her in 
to bar called MEDUSA. 
     The bartender gazed sadly at the long row of glasses that
needed wiping. Sighing to himself, he picked up a grimy towel and
set to work.
     Really, though, he didn't know why he bothered.
     People - customers... ... whatever - they didn't come
to the MEDUSA for the cleanliness or for the decor. The only
thing that saved the club from looking like a complete pest-hole
was the fact that the lighting was usually kept low enough to
shroud the general shabbiness of the place in a forgiving
darkness. Likewise, they didn't come for the booze. Sure, they
served all kinds of alcohol at the MEDUSA, but so did lot's of
other places. And, if you didn't mind cheap beer, most
other places were less expensive too. No, they came for one
reason and one reason only: sex. Not only did the MEDUSA boast
an infamous whorehouse - with, incidentally, a large number of
white-skinned American girls from  West - but it also ran the
raunchiest live sex show in all of Philippines.
     Or so said the rep.
     On the well-lit stage, the club's newest act - a mother and
daughter team - performed the first of their three shows for the
evening. Only a week into their run, they were already a big hit;
particularly the daughter, with her curly blonde hair and bright
blue eyes.
     Well... not so bright anymore.
     The current part of the act featured the mother fucking her
daughter's ass with a large dildo. A man, their 'keeper', stood
behind her, whispering gringo words that most of the customers
didn't understand: "bitch... whore... slut." Whatever the words,
they seemed to drive the woman wild. She groaned and panted
with lust as she drove the gigantic cock deep into her daughter's
asshole. The girl was obviously in a lot of pain - unlike the
mother, she wasn't being sexually aroused - but she had been
trained not to show it. She almost succeeded too, with her large,
fake smile and hoarse panting. The second show involved caning
and a display of lesbian action culminating in a long, hot
'sixty-nine'.
      It was the last act, however, the one with the dogs that
really got the customers going. The keeper figured that these two
had a good six months in them before they would have to be
'retired' to a mining camp somewhere in the interior.
     Six months of packed houses and satisfied customers.
     The bartender - who also owned the club - smiled at the
thought.
     Meanwhile, his waitress was kneeling under a table,
sucking hungrily at a customer's cock. She was also quite new,
having arrived earlier from the West. It was her
job to prance about, naked except for high-heels and two shiny,
silver badges marked 'FBI' stuck permanently through her nipples
(She had arrived like that. No one believed that she was really a
member of the FBI, but everyone agreed that the badges looked
good, despite covering her nipples), from table to table, taking
orders and - when requested - sliding under the table to relieve
the customer's sexual excitement.
I immediately recognized the waitress, it was Susan, the same girl
that Raquel gave her card to in the night club. I asked Raquel bout her.
She said, " Susan turnout to be an under cover FBI agent, trying to bust
her white slavery operation. She was shipped over here before she could 
do any harm." 
     On stage, the act reached its climax, the mother screaming
out in uncontrollable ecstasy as her keeper said the magic word.
The club, packed as usual, erupted into a cacophony of applause
and catcalls, and the stage was showered with money. Still on her
knees, the waitress crossed to another table and started work on
another cock. I could see a tattoo on her ass as she wiggles it. 
It read in large fonts, " SUSIE, PROPERTY OF MEDUSA." 
     Another good night at the MEDUSA.
     The bartender smiled again. And there were still two shows
to go...




