The Property of Raging Pythons

Part 2 of 2


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A Story By
Lara V Cataluna

(NC, MC, Humiliation, M+/F, Strip, Gang-Bang)

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Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or
If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity.
All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional.

I WRITE THESE THINGS FOR ONE PURPOSE ALONE: HEARING FROM READERS!!! SO PLEASE BE 
KIND AND LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK... THANK YOU... 

To my knowledge, there is no band called Raging Pythons,
any Club called Fortuna Doll-House or any prominent Stuantuns.

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Characters:

Tommy, Mike, Brandon, Jeremy: Members of the Raging Pythons

Charlie: Psychology student from the Blockbusters

William Richard Stuantun III: Lara's boss

Sandra: The stripper (limited appearance)

Nicole: Charlie's girlfriend (very limited appearance)

Valerie: Lara's friend (very limited appearance)


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Lara was taken back to the Raging Pythons' apartment after her long practice. 
Mike, who had picked her up alone, told Lara to play with herself on the way 
back, ordering her not to cumm as usual.

"We're having a party tonight" informed Mike. The word "party" sent a cold wave 
of fear through Lara's heart. "You'll be the main entertainment, of course!"

Once back, she was ordered into her apartment, to take another shower, to 
prepare herself and to put on the ridiculously small and revealing French-Maid 
uniform, and to wear her biggest high-heels - all after another masturbation of 
getting herself at the edge of orgasm, which, in her incredibly horny state, 
took merely a few seconds.

As she dressed and applied proper make-up, she was dying in shame and anxiety, 
she hated what she was doing but she couldn't bring herself to disobey. She 
looked at herself in the mirror and with great disdain she saw the kind of 
male-fantasy she abhorred. A French-Maid, the ultimate creation of male sexism, 
a young beautiful submissive female, dressed to underline her subservient 
status, ready to cook, clean and serve and then, as though all that was not 
enough, to be used as a personal sex toy, to perform sexual services. And now 
here she was, Lara Cataluna, destined to be a high-paid successful lawyer just 
yesterday, now dressed in a kinky Maid uniform, ready to serve the very 
next-door neighbors she couldn't stand. She was their slave, their source of 
sexual amusement, perhaps forever.

She walked over to the apartment next-door. The music was as loud as ever.

Half an hour later the party animals started showing. Soon, the
apartment was crowded and Lara was busy serving beer, squeezing through men with 
a trey in her hand. It was all college guys, some looking like the Raging 
Pythons themselves, many others looking like typical
fraternity party animals. As she delivered mugs of beer she filled from the cags 
in the kitchen and passed around the bowl of chips, she felt hands all over her 
body. It was obvious everybody knew about her, having a sexy maid going around 
serving beer and chips certainly could not be the norm in this bunch's parties. 
Lara could not tell how much they knew, but there was no doubt they understood 
she was there at the pleasure of the guests, to serve and to do as she's told - 
all evidenced by pats on her ass, hands going under her tiny skirt or touching 
her breasts, and eyes fixed on her pushed up breasts or swaying ass, clearly 
contemplating whether they would also get to sample this beauty. Walking around 
and doing her maidly work was made even more difficult on her six inch heels, 
with continuos probing from the increasingly drunken guys around her. They 
apparently enjoyed their power over the nervous young woman, rapidly giving 
orders, watching her swaying her ass as she hurried back and forth on her 
high-heels, trying to respond to all requests.

There were even other females in the party, which made her feel even more 
degraded. These punk sluts - featuring all kinds of rings, tattoos, funky hair 
colors much like the hosts of the party - were sipping their drinks and chatting 
with the guys, as she was running around in a demeaning outfit, serving these 
snickering females - girls without half the brains or looks she had, just a 
couple of dormitory sluts.

It was past midnight, when an exhausted Lara heard the dreaded
announcement from Tommy. "Ladies and gentlemen, now it's time for our very own 
strip-dancer".

She was escorted back to her apartment by Mike who ordered her to put on her 
most authoritative power-suit. Quickly she dressed, and they made their way back 
to the party. Tommy made another announcement: "So, finally here she is, ladies 
and gentlemen, a very mean lawyer, now a fabulous stripper, our haughty 
neighbor, Lara Cataluna!!".

Lara walked into the middle of the room, as everyone cheered and whistled. She 
was dying in shame, knowing her clothes would be coming off and she'd be dancing 
in the most lewd, provoking ways she could, displaying her completely naked body 
to everyone in the room.

She walked through the crowd, hearing all the degrading catcalls. This was the 
most humiliating experience of her life. The Raging Pythons began playing their 
song - she'd be stripping to the very tunes she had hated for so long. She 
hardly stopped the tears on her eyes, having been expressly told to watch that 
by Mike. Here she was, in the same suit she had worn for her first interview, 
and she was about to strip out of it for the amusement of a bunch junkies and 
college low-lifes. But having no choice other than obedience, she began 
performing, her shapely body moving around provocatively.

As she kept stripping and dancing, her clothes flew away piece by piece, first 
went the jacket and skirt followed by her snow white blouse, and then her bra 
and panties. When she was finally completely naked in front of everyone, her 
face was burning in shame, all the mocking cheers echoing in her head. She felt 
so incredibly helpless and humiliated, being entirely naked among others who 
were fully clothed and comfortably watching her nude body. The presence of other 
females made it all the worse, feeling her more degraded than ever. As her body 
swinged and shaked, keeping up with the tune, she also realized the camera was 
rolling, permanently recording her terrible humiliation. Then, she realized guys 
were getting very anxious, many of them openly playing with their cocks over 
their pants. This scared her to death, looking around and seeing more than 20 
horny guys, their eyes fixed on her naked body as the few females in the room 
laughed and encouraged the men. 

Soon, Tommy stopped the music. "Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure this little 
shameless cock-teasing slut has made you all hard - and frankly if she caused 
you fellas to get a hard-on, it is her
responsibility to take care of it."

Chants of approval were shouted by all the guys, and even the punk- bitches 
applauded in amusement, apparently enjoying this high-class high-priced 
"law-student"s humiliation.

Soon, the guys were moving on her, but it was Jeremy who stopped them. "Wait one 
minute" protested the solist. "This place ain't no brothel" he said chuckling. 
"Her place is!".

Lara was escorted to her own apartment, along with all the drunken eager guys, 
and the camera.

Soon, the beautiful girl was placed on her back on the rich oak coffee- table in 
her livingroom. The tabletop was too small for her body so her head and buttocks 
were over the edges. Most of her weight was supported by the small of her back. 
She was arching her back to relieve some of that pressure, and that pushed her 
tits upward like an obscene offering. Tommy took the lead, placing himself in 
front of the girl and pushing her sexy legs against her belly, and pushing apart 
her bent knees. Lara still had her spiked heels and her collar on. Another guy 
got on the other end of the table, taking out his stiff prick. She could see the 
big ugly cock just inches from her face. In the last 24 hours, she had done 
this, against her will, more than she ever had. And she still hated it. As she 
watched helplessly, the man approached her until his cock tip made contact with 
her closed mouth. She felt him applying further pressure, trying to gain entry.

Tommy suddenly entered the naked gorgeous girl and forcefully grabbed her tits. 
He started thrusting in earnest, prompting the girl to start moaning loudly. 
Lara's shrieks gave the guy at her head the opportunity to plunge his cock into 
her open mouth. He then reached down and grasped a hand full of her long silky 
blonde hair and pulled hard, bending her head back over the edge of the table.

"Do a good job, whore!" ordered Mike. Obeying the order, Lara began licking the 
cock in her mouth, and she relaxed her throat muscles, allowing for the penis in 
her mouth to push deep. She was serving the cock in her mouth like the most 
expensive of hookers, compelled to please to the best of her ability.

Lara knew this was only the beginning of an all-night gang-bang. She could see 
the guys all around her, their hands on their crotches. The girls were jocking 
and laughing at Lara, perhaps feeling much superior and confident because it was 
Lara who was the slut, not them.

The gang-bang lasted six hours, with most participants going for seconds, and 
the camera rolling.

It was 5 A.M. when Lara was finally allowed to sleep, only after cleaning up all 
the mess she made, licking everyone clean.

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The following day, she was awaken by Mike again. "Wake up, sweetie" he yelled 
mockingly. "Get up and take a cold shower, and do it quick!! Then come back here 
only in your new thong panties and high-heels." 

20 minutes later she was done with her shower and came down to her livingroom in 
her panties. Despite everything, her nakedness still made her shiver in 
humiliation. She couldn't believe it was less than 36 hours ago when this 
nightmare had started.

Mike seemed to be the one designing the activities. He brought the tape from the 
previous nights, featuring Lara stripping, getting spanked, fucking and sucking 
cocks. He placed it in Lara's VCR. "Now, darling, take a seat on that nice big 
leather chair. Strip out of your panties and place your legs over the arms of 
the chair. That's right, just like a big slut, which is what you are now! And 
you'll play with yourself, watching how everyone fucked you last night! No 
cumming, though! Play with your tits, as well. Squeeze those nipples. And smile 
at the camera every now and then, will you?" He had placed the camera on a 
tripod, next to the TV, as he had said these. Lara would be watching last 
night's gangbang on TV, and she'd be filmed while playing with herself at the 
same time.

"So have fun, as we go through all your stuff!!"

As Lara began masturbating, the Raging Pythons made their way to her bedroom, 
with the full intention to inspect her personal belongings. 

When they were back in the living room, Lara was sweating like a pig, fingers 
jamming into her pussy at most a few strokes at a time now that she was on the 
verge of an orgasm.

Tommy was chuckling, holding a big vibrator in his hand. "Look what we found, 
Lara!! You naughty bitch, I would never expect a proper girl like you to own 
this monster thing..."

"Yeah, so why don't you show us how you use it, huh?"

Lara's trembling hand picked up the vibrator from Tommy. She was dying in shame, 
the vibrator she had ordered... it was meant to be private, even ordering the 
damn thing had been so embarrassing for her. She had used it only in the 
bathroom, almost fearing it would undignify the other rooms in her apartment. 
And now she was being asked to fuck herself with it, in front of her dreaded 
neighbors.

Soon, the black monster was turned on, humming like an industrial engine, buried 
in her pussy.

"Oh, you can cumm now" informed Tommy. "In fact, you're not allowed to stop 
before you cumm three times".

It took Lara less than 20 minutes to cumm three times, with the humming vibrator 
ramming into her pussy non-stop as the guys watched and cheered her up. Despite 
her constant moaning and panting, one could still see the horror on Lara's face. 
She was watching her rape on TV as the monster vibrator sent waves of guilty 
pleasure through her body. She was made to lick her vibrator crystal clean after 
each orgasm. The taste of her own juices in her mouth made her wanna puke but 
she managed to control herself.

After this spectacle, Mike produced something which almost made Lara faint in 
panic. They had her diary.

"Lara, it's a very interesting habit you have, keeping a diary! I can't wait to 
read all this stuff. Especially, who is this Richard guy, huh? Stunning 
fantasies you seem to have about him!!"

They all laughed at the humiliated girl. "Who is this William Richard Stuantun 
III?"

The buzzer rang just as Lara answered "My boss, Master". 

"Who the hell is this?"

"I... I don't know, Master" answered the panic-stricken girl. 

"You stupid bitch, go figure out who the hell it is!!" 

Lara gladly got off the chair, rushing to the intercom.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"It's Richard. Let me in!!".

Is this the William Motherfuckin' Third?" asked Mike.

"Yes, Master"

"Well, buzz him in!!"

"Oh, Richard, come on up!!"

As soon as Lara said those words, her heart skipped a beat, she couldn't let him 
see her like that!

"Lara, go take a super-quick shower, dress nicely and get back here, don't worry 
we will find a way to keep your boss busy!!"

When Mike opened the door he was faced with a tall, strong, sharp looking man in 
his early thirties. His suit screamed he was a lawyer, and his manners were 
formal and authoritative even though he didn't look like a stiff. He was 
obviously surprised to see somebody else in Lara's apartment, much less some 
hippie.

"Oh, come on in" smiled Mike - he hated lawyers. "We're Lara's friends, she 
should be here soon, she's just taking a shower".

"Really?" responded William Richard Stuantun III. He envisioned the blonde's 
naked body, as he had so many times in the last month. She certainly looked like 
the greatest fuck he'd seen in a long time - but he couldn't figure out why 
she'd be hanging out with these low-lifes... 

Richard took a seat on the couch, waiting for Lara, looking at the band members 
with barely concealed disdain. He chose to make some calls with his cellular 
phone rather than making small talk with Lara's friends. 

Jeremy, Brandon and Tommy had no idea what the hell Mike was up to and they were 
worried about it. This asshole of a lawyer looked like he could just chew up 
their ass and they didn't want any trouble. It certainly wasn't helping that 
they knew Mike had been drinking a bottle of whiskey as he went through Lara's 
belongings and did not necessarily have any planning going into his actions.

A few moments later, a nervous Lara showed up in a business suit, almost trying 
to avoid Richard's eyes. She simply hoped there weren't any clues around that 
could reveal what was going on just before Richard came up. 

Richard didn't enjoy doing this, especially in front of her fiends, but he 
concluded he had no other chance:

"Hello, Lara. I just stopped by to see what's going on. You didn't come to the 
office yesterday and didn't show up this morning either. So, I was wondering if 
you intend to continue with your internship. We do expect our associates to call 
in the case of absence!"

"I'm so sorry, Richard. I've been..."

Mike cut her off, his drunken state now more obvious: "Oh, she's been 
entertaining us, Richie boy!!"

"Entertaining you??". Richard looked at Mike with obvious animosity. He knew 
smart-asses like this; and he also knew how to put them in place. 

"Ohh, sure, Lara loves entertaining people!" He tossed the diary over to Lara. 
"In fact, it seems she'd love to entertain especially you! Lara, Hon, why don't 
you read out loud that section from just three days ago - the part you talk 
about all those nasty nasty things you wanted to do with your boss!!"

Feeling uncomfortable with the bizarre situation, Richard took out a Cigar. 
"Nobody minds, I trust?" he asked as he lid his Cigar. "And can anyone tell me 
what the hell is going on here?"

"Ohh, the truth, Mr. Hot-Shot lawyer? Well, Lara is our little sex kitten now, 
she is our slave! Isn't that the truth Lara?"

"Yes, Master" Lara said in a cranking voice.

"Well, then, I shall leave you and your sex kitten alone" said Richard as he got 
onto his feet.

"Oh, wait, please, it would be a shame if you left before hearing all the nice 
things Lara wrote for you".

Richard knew he was supposed to leave - no self-respecting gentleman would stay 
any longer in this mess. But he was curious. Besides, he knew he'd be firing 
Lara as early as tomorrow morning - that was a shame, of course, he liked Lara.

"Well, then" said Richard, nodding his head.

With Mike's encouragement, Lara began reading in a breaking voice, her heart 
tightening with the incredible humiliation. She wanted to die and disappear into 
thin air. She read her dirty fantasies from her Diary, about how she had the 
"hots" for William Richard Stuantun III; how she had masturbated so many times 
thinking of Richard, how she had buried her vibrator in her pussy imagining it 
was Richard's hard cock, how she had fantasized of Richard calling her into his 
office for blow-jobs. 

As Richard listened to the humiliated girl's revealings he could feel his cock 
getting hard with the images. Lara was finally done after 10 minutes of this 
spectacle and Richard didn't know what to do, his self- confidence visibly 
shaken and his eyes avoiding the looks around him. 

"See how much she likes entertainment!!" chuckled Mike. "And let me tell you, 
Richie, this bitch can really suck a cock! Well, actually she didn't fare any 
better than a Nun up until recently, but with the practice she got the last two 
days... she would put any hooker to shame, let me tell you. And with a Bod like 
this, man, she screams
entertainment!! Too bad, she now belongs to us slugger."

Richard inhaled his Cigar deep and leaned forward, until his face was inches 
from Mike's. "Listen, slugger, you probably think I'm a faggot in a suit. Let me 
tell you what I think. I could break your neck, break your nose, chop up your 
fingers and shove them up your ass so easily, you have no idea. So, you look 
like the kind who enjoys playing a little guitar - if you wanna play your guitar 
with your limp dick for the rest of your life, I suggest you try me!! Come on 
slugger, give me an excuse, any excuse to turn your face into a bloody pulp. Do 
you have the balls?". William Richard Stuantun III completed the verbal assault 
by blowing smoke in Mike's face.

The tension in the room was almost unbearable. Mike desperately wanted one of 
his friends to help him, but it seemed they did not have the balls, either.

Mike mumbled something like "cool it, man".

That's when the buzzer sounded again and there was a knock on the door shortly 
after that. Brandon got the door this time. There was a young man at the door. 
"Aah, I was looking for a Lara Cataluna??" 

Brandon didn't know what to say. He opened his mouth to send away whoever this 
person was - they seemed to have enough activity in their hands with William 
Richard Stuantun III inside. But before he could say anything, he heard Richard 
yelling from inside: "Oh, come on in!" 

He was on his feet. "I was just leaving anyway. It must be one of your masters, 
Lara. Go ahead and play your games. Just don't come back to the firm".

Charlie overheard Richard's words and a wave of panic rushed through him.

He stepped into the apartment, pushing away Brandon.

"Dude, wait just a second"!

Richard looked at Charlie with the same animosity. "Who the fuck are you?"

Charlie saw Lara, and knew instantly that this had to be Martin's "hottie".

"Listen, please take a seat, don't leave, I'm gonna explain everything to you, 
to everyone!"

Richard looked at the young man. He certainly felt something out-of-the- 
ordinary was going on and this guy claimed to have answers.

"Alright" he said. "Make it quick!".

"Lara" said Charlie. "You're Lara, right?"

"Yes" said the sobbing girl.

"And am I right about this - you've been compelled to obey orders?" 

"Yes".

Charlie sighed. "Can..." He looked around, he imagined any one of these people 
now had the power to direct her actions.

"Could somebody please send her to her room, or something?" 

Brandon ordered Lara to her room as Richard and the Raging Pythons were once 
again seated. Charlie stood before them, feeling like a seminarian about to 
address his audience. And he didn't quite know where to begin. "So, here's the 
deal" he began...

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He talked about how he had spent all his research on hypnosis and mind- control. 
How he had developed a technique based on subliminal messages. And how the tape 
he had prepared was rented by Lara even though he had meant to use it on his own 
girlfriend.

He answered their various questions: How come she obeyed only the Raging 
Pythons? Because the subliminal messages had conditioned her to obey the first 
people she had contact with. And she had contact immediately with all of the 
Raging Pythons. In his case, he had planned to be alone with his girlfriend when 
she watched the tape.

How come she had not tried to escape, seek help? There had been special 
subliminal messages which stopped Lara from running off and seeking help.

Was it permanent? It could be undone, once again using subliminal messages. And, 
whatever conditioning was given to her, it had to be refreshed every now and 
then.

"So, what now?" asked Tommy.

Richard laughed. "What now? Let me tell you what now! All five of you are going 
to jail. You will be sucking big black cocks in jail just three moths from now, 
I guarantee you that!!"

"Come on, wait a minute, man" begged Charlie. "Isn't there anything I can do for 
you? I can re-program her mind..."

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William Richard Stuantun III had the perfect wife. Young, beautiful and 
respectful. At 34 he was 10 years older than his young wife and he preferred it 
that way. Lara was indeed gorgeous. She had dropped out of Law School, to be the 
wife, as every proper wife would do. And now she was the ideal wife, focusing 
all her efforts on keeping her husband pleased. On the outside, she was still 
her usual haughty self,
patronizing everyone except her husband. At home, it was a different story. She 
was a maid in the living room, a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. 
Her mind was always preoccupied with pleasing her husband, whom she feared very 
much. She was perfectly obedient, never defiant - always doing as she's told, 
never doing anything without asking for permission. She knew her powerful 
husband frequently cheated on her of course, but she had no problem with that. 
No man, much less somebody as powerful as William Richard Stuantun III, could be 
expected to limit himself to one woman, even if his wife's looks could rival any 
supermodel's. Lara spent most of her days shopping, tanning and working out in 
order to keep herself at the top of her form. She knew her place, she was always 
a scared little wife, fearing failure to please her man. She always dressed 
seductively, running huge bills on Victoria's Secret and Fredricks of Hollywood 
among other posh brands - bills Richard gladly paid. She always awakened her 
husband in the morning with a gentle blow job and in the evening greeted her 
husband at the door in sheer lingerie. There was nothing she wouldn't do of 
course, anything that caught Richard's fancy was fair game in the bedroom and 
Lara was expected to watch Playboy TV and read the most outrageous sex magazines 
to improve herself and find creative ways to entertain her husband. Richard 
certainly enjoyed his new married life, having found a proper bride at last. And 
Lara could only be grateful for having been claimed by such a powerful man...

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Charlie ringed her girlfriend's door in pure excitement. It had been two months 
since the whole episode about Lara Cataluna had been resolved. He had never 
imagined that his successful techniques would actually cause him so much 
trouble. But it was all taken care of now, the Raging Pythons were scared death 
about possible legal action so they had forgotten all about it, especially since 
William Richard Stuantun III decided to finance their first ever recording. 
Richard had also
confiscated all the videotapes and pictures, making sure there were no traces of 
his beautiful wife's shameful episodes. And as for Lara, Charlie was sure she 
was on her knees, sucking her husband's cock like her life depended on it, 
scared of not getting a perfect 10 for her efforts. And it was time to finally 
do what he had intended originally. 

Nicole opened the door. She looked great in her plain jeans and T-shirt. Charlie 
looked at her full lips, he couldn't wait to see those lips engulfed around his 
hard cock.

"Soo, honey, did you finally watch 'Out of Sight'?"

"Yes, thank you for bringing it to me! It was excellent, the tape's image wasn't 
very clear, but I really enjoyed it!"

"Oh really" Charlie grinned. "Well, then, get down on your knees and start 
sucking my cock"

"Whaaat???"

"On your knees, bitch! It's about time you learned giving blow-jobs" 

Nicole slapped Charlie across the face. "What do you think I am, huh? Your 
private whore? You little limp-dick asshole!!"

Nicole was kicking and slapping Charlie now "honey wait, no, sorry, I'm 
sorry..."

She was pissed: "I told you I don't do oral sex. And who the hell are you 
calling bitch?"

Charlie couldn't figure out what on earth was going on. Something was very 
wrong...

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Lara was at home, having sent Richard to work after a perfect 10 blow- job. She 
was watching TV when the phone rang. It was Valerie.

"Val, how are you?"

"Well, how you doin' you little tease?"

"Oh, shut up".

"When are you coming to visit me?"

"Don't know. When Richard allows me to!"

"Uhhh! "

"Oh shut up, you're just jealous !"

"Well, you still didn't tell me how you finally managed to lock him..." 

"Do you really wanna know? And do you have the time?"

"Yes, I do!!!"

"It's a long story..."




