Jake No More

By Alecia D <katie_mcn@earthlink.net> for story comments

(c) copyright 2002, Alecia D



  Jake Robinson didn't care. He just didn't care at all. 

  He figured a cruise ship would look a lot classier than this barge, but fuck it. He didn't give a shit if it was 
the SS Imperious or the Titanic returned from her watery grave. He'd go through the motions and after the 
trip was over tell Stacey they were through. Sure, he said they could work out their problems on this 
vacation, but in fact, his only real problem was Stacey and he already knew what he had to do about her. 
Divorce was a simple expedient and the sooner the better. 
 
  They were only two days into the cruise, but already it seemed like a death march. Five more days to go 
and then it was over. Five more uphappy days and then a new life could finally begin. 

  Jake was a success and he knew he had a lot better things left to do with his life than waste it on a woman 
like Stacey. He was on top now and planned on going a lot higher. He was a partner in his law firm and one 
of the most respected attorneys in town. It was time he started taking care of number one. Hell yes. He was 
going to have it all and he wanted most of it right now.  He wanted things like that hot little blonde babe in 
the blue string bikini, who was walking across the deck toward him. Now there was a piece of ass. He'd 
certainly be getting his share of that kind of fluff as soon as Stacey was nothing more than a memory. 

  The memory  was lying by the pool next to Jake. It was obvious she was unhappy and didn't know what to 
do. Jake said no more than 100 words to her since they left Ottawa. Most of those words were critical of 
one thing or another. They were supposed to work on their relationship during the cruise, but the vacation 
seemed no different than the way things were back home. She hadn't thought it would really be different 
just because they were on vacation. Not at all. They'd been married for ten years and the last seven were 
nothing more than a downhill slide to oblivion. She knew that if something was going to change, she had to 
be the one to make it happen. She would have to solve this herself without any help from her ego driven 
husband. Stacey knew she had to do it and she thought she had the plan. 

  Stacey watched the young blonde girl, too. She watched her with a special appreciation. She saw Kelly 
coming toward her and now it would only be a matter of time before everything fell into place. 

 ---

  The Imperious was not the type of ship a typical travel agent might suggest when one thought of a cruise. 
Passage on this vessel is usually arranged via word of mouth. One friend telling another with final 
arrangements made discreetly by letter or phone. Far more staff than passengers, of course. Expensive? 
Certainly, and yet well worth it for those who have special needs. 

  The Robinsons started the trip on a low point and things got worse from there. They found their luggage 
already in their stateroom when they arrived. A room which was small, even by cruise ship standards, but 
neither one seemed to care all that much. Certainly not Jake who only wanted the week to quickly pass so 
his unhappy marriage could all be behind him. Certainly not Stacey who had her mind on the other things 
she knew were going to happen while they cruised the Caribbean. 

  Stacey set about putting their clothes and personal items away as Jake paced the room like a caged tiger. 
She wished him to leave her alone for now and go elsewhere. She was in luck. 

  "I'm going to get a drink. I'll be back later." And so their vacation started. 

  A drink. He would be back later drunk and hostile. He would be in a bad mood. It would be her fault and 
he'd take it out on her again. No, nothing is different. 

  He repeated this pattern several times during their first two days on board the ship. Just like the many 
other times during the last months and years. It was time for a change and Stacey was willing to do 
anything to make that change happen. 

---

  Stacey met Kelly's eyes briefly as she passed her and walked round the pool.  They shared a secret. A 
secret so terrible and so wonderful that Stacey could hardly bring herself to think on it. And, yet she had a 
hard time thinking of anything else. 

  Stacey made her decision and was ready to act.  

  She told Jake she was going back to the cabin, and he said that he'd head back with her, get changed, and 
go to the bar.  A few minutes after he left, Stacey heard a knock at the door. She hoped it was Kelly 
because she needed to talk with someone who would want to hear what she had to say. She needed to talk 
with another woman and she needed to do it now. She was ready 

  "Open up, Stacey, it's me, Kelly." 

  Kelly had waited until she saw Jake leave before knocking on the door. She shouldn't really be here, but 
they had a few last minute details to take care if the plan was going to be a success. 

  "You need to make your decision now, Stacey. We don't have a lot of time left. What do you want to do?" 

  Stacey raised her shoulders with a sigh of determination. "I'm  ready to start now. In fact I'm more than 
ready, Kelly, and can't wait to change my life forever." 

  "Okay, ask Jake to take you to the bar after dinner and slip this pill into his drink as soon as you get a 
chance." 

  The pill was quite small and innocent looking. Stacey already knew that Jake would get drowsy at first 
and then need to sleep. He'd just think he was drunk and want to go back to their stateroom to lie down. 
And wouldn't he be surprised when he did. 

---

  It went as planned. 

  Jake took her to the ship's main lounge as soon as she said she wanted a drink. She ordered a glass of 
white wine and Jake kept on drinking straight scotch doubles. He was already slurring his words, but 
fortunately, he was not being as abusive as usual. Well, thanks for small wonders. 

  "I feel like crap. I'm going back to the cabin to take a nap. Are you coming?" He didn't wait for her 
answer. Jake staggered off to the stateroom oblivious to the fact that Stacey was not going with him. 

  "Hi, Stacey. Nice job getting rid of Jake. I thought you'd never be able to get him to drink that pill and I 
missed you." Kelly sat down and placed a hand on Stacey's thigh.  

  "You better watch it, Kelly, people are going to notice us." Kelly didn't seem to care if anyone noticed or 
not. She examined the contours of Stacey's well-formed leg as she pushed her skirt up even further. She put 
her other arm around Stacey's shoulder and somehow the young girl's breast pressed lightly against her 
older friend. 

  "Don't sweat it, Stacey. Clients can do just about anything they want on this cruise and discretion is 
assured." 

  This is what the agent explained to Stacey when she paid for the trip. The person who makes the payment 
is the client. The client determines what special amenities might be required and what will occur on the 
journey. The client might bring another person or even two or more along on the trip. The contract was 
quite flexible and it was just a matter of money. Stacey had been over this part with Kelly several times and 
it was clear what would happen when she said it was time to move forward. 

  She wanted to move forward now. She wanted it all and knew Kelly was the key. The key to everything 
she needed. 

  The pill would knock Jake out for at least 12 hours and so the two women were on their own for now and 
they decided to make the best of it. A few more glasses of wine in the lounge relaxed Stacey and she soon 
was able to get into a romantic mood. Her inhibitions were gone after a few tender kisses from Kelly and 
gone even farther when she returned them with more heat and passion. There were other same sex couples 
on the dance floor and no one thought it odd to see the two women dance together in what appeared to be 
an embrace of passionate rubbing and movement. The late night buffet was just what they needed before 
going back to the well-appointed suite assigned to Kelly. Their lovemaking was wonderful but tempered by 
the knowledge of what would happen when they finally woke up in the morning. 

---

  There is something about a body wrapped in leather that can't be described. 

  Conrad was pleased with his handiwork. The head was completely enclosed in a leather wrapper designed 
to allow the person to breathe, but not see, hear or talk. The body was upright and tightly held in a spread-
eagled position by leather straps attached to metal fittings on the two vertical sides of the frame which 
outlined the form in a window box effect. Tight leather straps constricted circulation to different parts of 
the body. Leather and metal both hid and showcased the body which hung there, unmoving. The ass, 
nipples and genitals were completely exposed of course. Yes, it was quite easy to tell that the victim was a 
man. A man who might not be lucky enough to stay a real man for very much longer. Of course that was up 
to the client. Conrad was only here to assist and he was ready to do whatever was required to please the 
client. 

  Stacey recognized Jake as soon as she saw his cock hanging down between his legs. She wondered if he 
would be such an arrogant bastard once he woke up and found himself in this position. Very unlikely, 
indeed. 

  "Would the mistresses care to do anything to your sub before I wake him?" 

  Stacey liked the sound of that and couldn't wait to start. She motioned to Conrad to go ahead and wake 
him and watched as he used a hypodermic filled with a yellow solution to revive Jake. The antidote took 
only a few seconds to work and soon the women heard muffled sounds coming from someplace inside the 
leather mask. They watched as Jake struggled to free himself from his bindings to no avail. With the 
exception of his head, his other extremities were stretched so tightly it was impossible to move them in any 
way. Conrad soon attached the leather headpiece to a pulley at the top of the frame and tightened it until it 
wasn't possible for Jake to even move his head. The restraints left him physically helpless, The drugs did 
the same thing to his mind. 

  Kelly was far more familiar with this sort of thing and so Stacey had no problem letting her take the lead 
for now. "We have to stop all the whining first, Stacey, but it's quite easy to do as you'll soon see." 

  Kelly selected a long thin leather rod from the collection in the rack next to Jake's trussed up body. Each 
time she heard a sound, she fiercely slapped his cock and balls with the leather shaft. It took a number of 
strokes before Jake put it together and stopped making his outcry. The women stopped to admire the red 
welts that formed on Jake's cock and surrounding areas. It was amazing what just a few well-executed 
blows could do to put someone in his place. 

  Conrad handed Kelly a large sponge. She took it carefully and proceeded to rub the swelling red lines that 
striped the most personal parts of Jake's body. Jake reacted as if it had been hit by a lightning bolt as the 
liquid dripping from the sponge made contact with the open wounds around the his genitals. The two 
women could hear a long muffled scream coming from behind his mask as Kelly continued on with her 
ministrations. 

  "Alcohol, darling. It does wonders to open wounds and injuries. It adds just that much more to the pain. I 
wish we could know what he was thinking now. I always wonder what the poor buggers are thinking when 
they realized that they are under my complete control." 

  Stacey thought she would have some regrets when it started and might even want to stop the pain and 
suffering. She'd never done anything like this except in her fantasies and it seemed to go against everything 
she was taught in her middle class home as a young girl, but she had no regrets, none at all. In fact she 
wanted to get on with it. She wanted him to suffer for every bit of pain and indignation he had heaped on 
her over the last ten years. 

  Kelly took Stacey's arm and guided her behind Jake's spread-eagled form where each woman picked up a 
three foot long cane. The canes were very flexible for such a thickness and obviously crafted by someone 
who knew how to make a fine instrument of torture. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  Kelly didn't hold back as she applied the cane to the easily available tender flesh of Jake's ass. She looked 
expectantly at Stacey and soon both women were alternating blows on that unprotected private area. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  Somehow each blow caused a weight of abuse and mistreatment to float from Stacey's mind to the defiled 
body that was now at her mercy. It was her turn to give him intense physical pain and suffering for all the 
mental horrors he forced upon her during their marriage. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  After each woman assaulted Jake with 20 to 30 well placed blows, Kelly called a halt and found two more 
tools in the rack. She handed one to Stacey and took a few practice swipes with the one she kept for herself. 
This time they were only 18 inches long and made out of rubber. Kelly smiled when she realized that 
Stacey wanted to really hurt Jake. The devious rubber truncheons were just the tool for this job. 

  "Ha ha! Don't worry Stacey. He'll feel these, but in just another way."   While Kelly was talking Conrad 
pressed some buttons on the console next to the frame and it started to slowly move. Stacey watched as 
Jake's body was lifted off the ground and turned to a horizontal position. Even though there was no support 
behind his back, his body was straight as any piece of lumber. When the body was in place, Kelly stepped 
forward and applied a mighty blow to the leather mask covering the face. She hit an arm next and then the 
chest. She struck out randomly at first, but then approached her task in an organized manner and started 
delivering blows to Jake in a consistent way that didn't miss a single place. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" 

  When Stacey saw what was going on, she moved to Jake's other side and applied her own litany of pain to 
the helpless man's unprotected corpus. 

"Thunk! Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!" 

  Soon the two women were exhausted by their efforts. When they stopped to rest Kelly explained that 
rubber hoses were quite painful, but didn't leave the same markings as wood or hard leather. Jake had to be 
softened up if they wanted to accomplish their mission. Conrad would take care of that work using rubber 
and drugs. He would leave the making of the serious welts and wounds for later when the two mistresses 
were ready to train the slave themselves. 

  The two women left arm in arm as Kelly explained that it would take at least two and perhaps three days 
before Conrad broke Jake. There would be a lot of physical pain, to be sure. Conrad would also use military 
drugs designed to reduce a person to a spineless nothing and when they returned, Jake would be a cowering 
slave. 

  They talked about the fun they would have when Jake was ready for the next step in his training. Stacey 
could hardly believe how easily she was able to step into her role as Jake's top. Maybe this was really her 
and it just required this opportunity to uncover her true nature. She saw herself in a new light and she liked 
what she saw. 

---

  They became such good friends. 

  The next two days just flew. In the end they were as close as if they had known and loved each other since 
childhood. Stacey had never found such love and tenderness in bed and realized she could get used to it 
very easily. Kelly seemed able to play her body like a delicate instrument and play a tune only Stacey and a 
few spirits could hear. 

---

  They were dressed like twin angels of no mercy. 

  Stacey tried the uniform on the night before just to make sure she could manage it properly. Four inch 
patent leather heels were not as much of a challenge for her as they might be for another woman. Stacey 
wore high heels for as long as she could remember, trying to be as tall as Jake. The black seamed nylons 
seemed right for the outfit. And the rest was made up of clever leather undergarments. A garter belt that 
held stockings securely in place. A leather G-string that hinted at the secrets buried under the leather finery. 
A leather push up bra that presented the tits like graceful treasure troves. Delicate bands of leather and 
metal adorned the wrists and neck accentuating the feminine lines so well. A small cat of nine tails set it all 
off. A tool that was not just for decoration as Jake would soon find out. 

  Conrad continued treatment for the two days the women vacationed. He could apply a great deal more 
strength with the rubber truncheon and he knew just how much of the drug a human could stand before 
death stepped in to end it all. Jake remained alive in the horizontal trap unable to move. 

  "Take him down now, Conrad, and let's see what we've got." 

  The body was lowered to the floor and all restraints removed. The zipper that went from the back of the 
leather mask to the front was opened and the garment was quickly removed. Jake's face was a picture of 
crazed fear and horror. A small scream came from his mouth at first and then grew to some loud 
combination of shock and lunacy. Both women looked on in disgust as the grown man cowered on the floor 
unable to move as the muscles that had been imprisoned for days failed to cooperate with his mind's 
command to run away. 

  "This looks right, Stacey." Kelly walked forward and attached a long leash to the collar around Jake's 
unresisting neck. He moved back when she approached, but not very far as his body continued to let him 
down. 

  "Jake, my name is Kelly and I'm here with your lovely wife. You have a choice, a very simple choice." 

  It was difficult for Jake to understand what Kelly said. The combination of the drugs and the intense pain 
overwhelmed his mind and body. He could not understand what was happening to him. He was no longer 
in charge and he was very afraid. He knew his wife was standing right in front of him in some sort of 
uniform, but he didn't know why. He thought he only went on vacation and now didn't know where he was. 
He didn't know much but he knew he was afraid, very afraid. 

---

  The endless barrage of pain made it easy for the psyche altering drugs to take control of Jake's mind. All 
his hidden fears were magnified to the proportion of giants and his ego reduced to nothing more than a faint 
memory of some far and distant person.  

  Conrad attached the hobble to both of Jake's knees. He spread the slave's legs apart and tied a sturdy bar to 
the knee hobbles. There was just enough play in the ropes to allow a slow forward motion, but it was not 
possible to stand or stretch out either leg with the devices securely in place. He would learn to crawl again. 

  "Why are you doing this to me?" It was more the whimper of a young child and not the voice of a full 
grown man. 

  Kelly brought her cat of nine tails down on the unprotected creature and Stacey quickly joined in slashing 
her whip down again and again. He would learn who was in charge and he would learn that he did not 
speak unless someone asked him a question. It would take a bit of time, but he would learn. 

   Conrad pulled a halter over Jake's head and jammed a metal bit into his mouth. The halter had a set of 
reins attached to the metal bit making it quite easy to control the victim of this mechanism. Decorative 
leather straps with silver and gold studs were attached to various parts of his body. Nothing was covered, of 
course, and certainly nothing was protected from the two mistresses who were now ready to accept their 
due. 

  "The drugs have beaten down his will, but it will still take a strong measure with a whip to make sure he 
learns to do just what you say. I think this carriage whip might be a better choice for you now, Stacey." 

  Kelly handed Stacey a sturdy three foot rod with a thin leather coil attached at one end and a well formed 
hand grip on the other. Stacey hefted the measure of her new toy and took a practice swing to get a better 
for how the new whip might work. 

  "Crack!" 

  "Ah, what a wonder. This is going to be fun, Kelly. You've made a wonderful choice, sweetheart." As 
Stacey positioned herself at the front of the slave, she happened to step on his hand with her spiked heel. 
He screamed out and almost knocked Stacey over as he tried to get away. As soon as Kelly realized what 
Jake had done, she struck him with her own whip with a vengeance reserved for slaves who try to stop their 
dominants from controlling their every action. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

  "Listen, you son of a bitch, never again put a hand on your mistress. If you do, you may just lose it next 
time, you lowly piece of shit." Kelly applied the whip again and again until it seemed that every part of his 
back was crossed with an angry red stripe that told of all the pain and suffering the slave received for this 
serious indiscretion. 

  "Conrad, hobble the front here. That's a good man." 

  Conrad put another bar arrangement on the floor and tied Jake's wrists to the short ropes attached to each 
end of the hobble. He could now clumsily move one of his hands or legs only six inches forward or 
backward before he had to move the other one. He was only able to move slowly now and it would take 
some time before he learned how to move properly in his hobbled condition, but of course he would learn. 
He would learn that and much more. 

  Kelly removed a strap-on dildo from the tool rack and handed it to Stacey. "Here put this on and do to him 
what he's been doing to you for years." 

  The dildo was twelve inches long and thicker than any cock Stacey had ever seen. When she finished 
attaching it to her waist and legs, it thrust out as if it had always been part of her body. It stuck out in 
parody of a real cock, but unlike a hard-on a man might have, this one never went limp and was always 
ready to fulfill its purpose. 

  The hobble prevented Jake from moving away or closing his well spread legs. Stacey made sure he saw 
the strap-on bob up and down as she slowly walked in front of him. When she moved to his rear, she could 
see his manhood hanging from between his legs and his waiting asshole easily available for any purpose 
she had in mind. 

  She grabbed the reins and pulled his head back. When she did this, she jammed the strap-on into his 
asshole and put the whole weight of her body into the thrust. The bit prevented Jake from screaming as 
loudly as he wanted to scream, but it was clear that he felt the big intruder violate his asshole. Yes, he felt it 
all right. 

  "Well done, Stacey. You must be in a good six inches now. Keep it up and see if you can bury that thing 
in his ass." 

  Stacey started fucking Jake in the ass and continued thrusting the enormous probe into his hole again and 
again. With each thrust it went deeper and deeper into the tiny brown hole that no longer had the will to 
stop the large invader. Stacey found herself getting excited by all of this and could feel the hot juices well 
up in her pussy. She was relentless as she crashed into his asshole over and over again. His screams and 
moans died down and were replaced by something else. 

  Kelly could see the erection forming between Jake's legs. She could see the look of fear change to a look 
of passion. The slave liked what was happening and was aroused by what Stacey was doing to him . Stacey 
pounded his ass over and over. She felt the dildo rubbing on her pussy and she soon came with an orgasm 
so intense she almost passed out. 

  "That's enough, Stacey, dear. The slave is just about ready to cum and we wouldn't want anything like that 
to happen now would we?" 

  It was true. Jake's cock looked ready to explode. She couldn't believe how he was aroused by his 
violation. This was certainly something new and different. 

  The two mistresses took turns with his training. There was some resistance at first, but nothing a kick or a 
lash could not overcome. At the end of the three hour session, Jake's body was covered with welts and 
bruises. He paid the price for any misstep or hesitancy and soon he was moving through his paces as well 
as any show horse. He moved on command and so learned how to react to the pulls on his reins. Several 
different drugs were administered during the course of the training which enhanced his learning ability 
greatly. 

  "Conrad, he must be ready for our last night at sea. Stacey needs to have him available for the final 
shipboard party so continue on with his training." 

  The women spent several hours a day training their slave. Conrad and several assistants took over when 
they lost interest and continued the regimen for 20 hour days. Jake was lost and confused and had the slave 
mentality firmly imprinted on his weak and passive mind. He had gone from a strong and independent man 
to a weak and quivering parody of a human being. The training went on for the next four days with a 
vengeance and Jake was transformed into a perfect slave who performed whatever action requested by his 
Mistress. 

---

  Stacey and Kelly were dressed in designer originals as they entered the large ballroom. Most of the other 
clients were already there by then and since this was the one night the slaves were allowed to join in, many 
of them were in attendance.  Stacey was amazed with the unique ways in which the various clients 
dominated their slaves. None of their private areas were covered in any way of course. In fact, if a 
submissive tried to hide anything punishment was swift and sure. The slaves watched their masters' every 
movement in order to anticipate an order or command. None wanted to suffer the wrath of an angry master 
and certainly not tonight when the punishments would be far worse than usual. 

  A round of applause started at the entrance to the ballroom and soon spread to all corners of the hall. 
Stacey regally entered the room holding a gold metal leash delicately in her hand. It was attached to a 
leather collar fastened securely around Jake's neck. The hobbles that Jake wore now allowed him more 
movement and he was able to trot on hands and knees at the side of his mistress as they made their way to a 
table of honor. Kelly looked angelic as she followed the two at a short distance. Her work was almost done 
now and she was very pleased with the results. 

  The evening was a pure gala for Stacey. A number of people stopped at their table to comment on how 
well training was proceeding with Jake. And, as was customary in these situations, each one did something 
to humiliate or degrade the new submissive. In some cases it only consisted of a brief fondling of his balls 
and dick. A few stuck a finger or some other object in his asshole and briefly frigged him. Other people felt 
like testing the process and Stacey let them proceed. 

  More women than men wanted to take the measure of their whips or lashes on Jake's well available ass. 
He must have had well over 50 strokes in the first hour he was in the room. Several people laughed when 
they realized that the punishment only served to arouse Jake. He could do nothing to hide his full erection 
from those around him and soon he was sport for the people at all the nearby tables. One man sent his two 
submissives over to play with the new slave. The two women took turns sucking his cock and fucking his 
ass with a black dildo they had previously been using on themselves. From time to time they would stop in 
anticipation of his orgasm. An orgasm he was not to have since the two women were expert in the ways of 
the human body. He would get close and then they would stop, again and again. He ached with the need to 
cum, but his helplessness prevented him from doing anything to satisfy his own needs. 

  His abuse at the hands of the other submissives continued for more than two hours. The clients instructed 
their subs and had them perform all the interesting rituals used to degrade and humiliate a human being. 
While it was fun for all concerned save for Jake, it did serve a valid purpose. Each embarrassment, each bit 
of pain, and each loss of dignity destroyed another layer of will and broke down any remaining resistance. 
By then, Jake considered all of it part of his life and did anything he was told. Even the other subs were on 
a higher plane and towered above his lowly position. The tasks set forth were devious and horrifying and 
yet he went ahead and did everything he was told. He was violated by women and men as individuals or in 
groups of two and three. There was no part of his body he could call his own. No indignity he could prevent 
from happening to himself. He was a slave. 

  When it came time to leave, Jake was covered with bruises, welts, injuries, cum, food and anything else a 
person felt like rubbing on him or throwing at him. He found it hard to move given the pain he suffered 
from all the abuse, but his mistress did not care. She slashed out at his ass with her whip each time he 
faltered or seemed dazed or confused. 

  "Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! Swish! Thwack! " 

---

  "Don't worry Stacey. We'll see each other soon. I have so much work to do helping women get control of 
their marriages that I simply have to get on my way. But, don't worry. As soon as Jake finishes his final 
training, I'll come to your place and stay for a few weeks." 

  Jake had already been crated up and sent to the training facility where the real work would begin. A cover 
story about an accident on some small island was already in place and should stop any questions. Jake 
would spend several months being readied to take his place in the world, no longer capable of doing 
anything on his own, but still able to convince the world that nothing was wrong. Yes, he would be making 
the large income and heading to the top of his profession, but this time it would all be for Stacey. He would 
present a facade to the world and be the most submissive of slaves in private when only his mistress was 
present. He would learn that he no longer mattered and he would have to accept things that way or suffer 
the consequences. The discipline would never end. He would never stop taking the drugs and in the end he 
would be everything that Stacey wanted him to be and so much more. 

  The two women had enjoyed their last shipboard night together in Kelly's suite. Jake was chained to the 
bed and told to watch everything that Kelly did since he would be taking her place in the future. Just before 
they fell asleep, they freed one of his hands from the hobble and let him masturbate as they watched and 
made rude suggestions. He didn't care how humiliating it was, he needed to relieve himself and went at it 
with the lack of concern any other animal would have in the same circumstances. When he finally came, 
the girls made him lick it up from the floor and swallow every little bit of the white substance. 

---

  Jake was right. All they had to do was go on a cruise and they would be able to solve all their problems. 

The End 


By Alecia D <katie_mcn@earthlink.net> for story comments

(c) copyright 2002, Alecia D


