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Author’s note: The following incidents are probably mostly fictional and more than a bit satirical. No sexual acts involve living humans under age 18.

Many thanks to Hypoxia for editing and constructive criticism; most helpful. Any blame is my own.

Reader comments or suggestions are welcome and appreciated.

*** Honey, I’m Home! 03 ***

“If I had it to do all over again,

I’d do it all over you.”

Randall squinted at Lisa, who was still back by the tent. Odd, but she seemed to have changed her clothes during the few seconds it had taken him to lay out the blanket. And was there someone with her? How could that be? He rubbed his eyes with a sandy hand.

Damn it all! Now he had sand in his eyes! He scrubbed at his eyes with his palms, making it worse.

“That’s the guy over there,” Lisa told Zach. “Major doofus, but he’s the one that invented the machine that just brought us here.”

“Scrawny little dude,” Zach observed.

“Yeah. He smells too.” Lisa hesitated. “The thing is, he owns the machine, and the only reason he told me about it is because he wants to get into my pants.”

“So does everyone else,” Zach pointed out. “Doesn’t mean you have to let them.”

“Nor do I intend to,” Lisa retorted. “But we might have to play the game to get what we want. Which is the machine.” She sighed. “Look, Zach—”

“Muh-fuh daid,” Zach said darkly.

“I get that, Zach. But we need him. I don’t understand that machine. I don’t know how to calibrate it or reset it… We’re going to need him.”

A yowling snarl shattered the silence.

“What the hay-ell was that?” Zach asked.

“I don’t know. Saber-toothed tiger, maybe?. There were plenty of them, and worse things too, around here in this time period. We need to get him out of here. Really soon.”

“So do it,” Zach urged.

“Where am I going to take him? Actually that’s not the question. The only place I can take him is back to the lab.”

There was another screaming roar from the distance. It seemed to be closer than before.

“So what? Better than letting him get eaten by whatever that thing is.”

Lisa thought hard. There was only one way, and Zach wasn’t going to like it.

She looked down the beach. Randall was looking back over his shoulder as he trotted down the beach toward her.

“OK; look, Zach. You go back, now. Hide somewhere in the lab and wait for me. I’ll bring the Doc back and… just go, Zach! Step on that red ball and you’ll be back in a flash. And don’t let anyone shut the power off or I’ll be stuck here.”

“I don’t like it,” Zach growled.

“Please!” Lisa begged. “He’s going to see you. If I’m not back in five minutes, you can come get me, OK? And take my purse. It has his keycard and stuff–so don’t lose it.”

Zach stepped onto the red sphere and disappeared.

Lisa ran down the beach toward Randall, her long hair streaming in the breeze. She threw herself into his arms when they met.

Ugh. He smelled like moldy gym socks.

“Oh God, Sweetie! What’s out there roaring?”

Randall held her in his arms, nearly overwhelmed by her mysterious female scent. This intoxicating creature was looking to him for comfort and protection!

“I don’t know, but we should go back,” he said, trying to sound calm and assured. “There’s probably no danger, but just to be safe…”

There were crashing noises in the undergrowth above the sandy beach.

“Yes!” Lisa said, shivering against Randall’s sunken chest. “Please get me out of here right now. I’m scared!”

They ran back to the exit point, Lisa dragging the faltering Randall by the hand for the last hundred feet or so.

They stepped off the red tile. Randall, gasping for breath, staggered to the power supply switch and shut it off. The machinery began to wind down.

Lisa rushed over to him and let him put his arms around her.

“I was so scared! I almost peed my panties,” she moaned.

Panties! Randall could not help visualizing the wispy lace garment covering her mound. He imagined slowly peeling it off her. His cock began to recover from the traumatic event, growing, stiffening and glowing.

“Maybe we should go to your apartment,” he suggested. “You said—”

“Oh, pooh!” Lisa pouted. “I have my heart set on our first time being on the beach somewhere. But not San Diego,” she added hastily. “Couldn’t we go somewhere that doesn’t have anything dangerous prowling around?”

“It would have to be around 300 million years ago,” Randall said. “And I’ve never gone that far before. Slippage could be a significant issue…”

Lisa didn’t know what he meant by ‘slippage,’ but it didn’t sound like a good thing.

“Please, Honey! Take me somewhere where we can be alone together!”

“Well, my office is right here,” Randall said. “I have a nice couch…”

“Someone might interrupt us here,” Lisa demurred. “And there’s no beach. Take me somewhere safe and private.”

When bayburt escort she said ‘take me’ Randall nearly came in his pants. She obviously wanted him desperately. All he had to do was get her to the right location and his dreams would come true.

“OK, let me think a minute.”

Lisa let her hands play across his bony ribs to help him think faster. She rubbed her crotch against his hip-bone, hoping Zach wasn’t watching.

“Right, then,” Randall croaked. She couldn’t keep her hands off him! He had to get her somewhere safe before the mood was lost.

“How about Bali?” he suggested. “About 10,000 years ago? That should be safe enough. The first modern humans wouldn’t be showing up for five thousand years or so.”

“Sounds good!” Lisa whispered into his grimy ear. “Let’s hurry! I’m so wet it’s dripping down my legs!”

In fact, Zach’s sticky cum was dripping down her leg, and her panties were soaked with it. Lisa wished she had time for a quick wash, or at least a wipe. But she did not dare leave Randall alone.

Randall wondered if she’d had another accidental urination episode. Her references to incontinence rather unsettled him.

He fiddled with some dials before reactivating the main power switch, then punched a few buttons on a console.

“OK, let’s do it.”

They embraced while standing on the red tile. Randall pressed the red button. Poof — they stepped onto the sugary sand of another pristine beach.

“Ooooh, Sweetie!” Lisa enthused. “You know the nicest places!”

Randall put his arms around her and tried to kiss her, but she turned her face away shyly.

The scenery was awe-inspiring. On one side of the narrow beach, the ocean was a crystal-clear turquoise out to the horizon, and on the other side was a placid lagoon. Graceful palm trees lined the sand before the jungle took over where the land rose steeply to the mountains.

“That looks like a nice spot,” she said, pointing to a clump of palms between lagoon and sea about a half-mile away.

“Maybe we could find something closer,” Randall said feebly. “Actually right here is pretty nice….”

He was bone-tired after the last jump. And he had already had plenty of exercise for one day.

“Don’t tempt me, Sweetie!” Lisa vamped. “I want you so bad I can taste it. But I want it to be special for our first time.”

She started off down the beach, tugging at Randall’s hand. He followed along reluctantly, wondering exactly what she thought she could taste, and whether that was a good thing.

When they reached the small palm grove, Lisa clapped her hands with delight.

“Ooooh, this is so perfect! And just think, we are the first humans to ever visit this spot!”

“Probably not, actually,” Randall said. “If you count homo erectus as human, which they were, more or less. Proto-humans, if you will.”

“Oh, I definitely will!” Lisa giggled. “And it looks like we have an erectus right here!”

She tweaked the head of Randall’s prick where it pressed against his pants.

“I kind of doubt the ‘homo’ part though,” she tittered. “Unless maybe you mistook me for a boy.”

Randall shook his head irritably. What the hell was she talking about? There seemed to be a serious communication failure between them.

But she had touched his cock again! Obviously she was fascinated with it, which was the point, after all. This was definitely the time to make his move.

“Well then, maybe we should lie down,” Randall suggested nonchalantly.

“Yes!” Lisa squealed. “Oh, but I wish we had brought a blanket. I don’t want to get sand in my hu-hu.”

Damnation! “I guess I could go get one,” he said tiredly. Actually it wasn’t a bad idea. He could go back to the lab and take a power nap before coming back.

“No!” Lisa blurted. “I mean, I don’t want to let you out of my sight. I don’t want to take any more chances on losing you. We’ll just spread our clothes out on the ground….”

She wiggled out of her dress. She thought of Zach walking around the lab angrily clenching his fists and dreaming of wringing Randall’s scrawny neck. She giggled silently.

He began unbuckling his belt. Lisa nearly gagged when she caught a whiff of his sweaty crotch.

“Maybe we should take a swim in the lagoon first,” she suggested. “I’m a little sticky…”

“You could swim while I go back and get a blanket.”

Randall had decided that he did not like swimming all that much. The risk of drowning was unacceptable.

“Never mind,” Lisa said hurriedly. “I’m just a little nervous. Unhook me, please. My hands are too shaky to do it.”

Randall fumbled with the clasp of her bra, obviously having not the slightest idea of how it worked.

What a dink, Lisa thought. Totally clueless.

She wondered if she could convince him that he had gotten laid without actually letting him do it to her.

She reached behind her with bilecik one hand and unhooked her bra. Randall stared, his pants puddled around his ankles, as she shrugged off the thin straps and tossed the brassiere to the ground.

She turned to face him and he moaned at the sight of her firm, upturned breasts. He reached out with a trembling finger to touch a nipple. She backed up, turned around, and spread her dress out on the sand.

Randall’s cock throbbed in his underpants as he watched the movements of her taut ass. He wondered if she would take her own panties off or wait for him to do it for her.

“Give me your pants and shirt,” Lisa demanded.

Randall pulled of his shirt and tossed it to her, but when he tried to step out of his pants, he stumbled and fell. He had forgotten to remove his shoes.

Lisa tried not to laugh. The poor little guy was so inept it was more pitiful than funny.

When Randall finally got himself untangled, he laid out his pants and shirt next to Lisa’s discarded dress. Lisa sat on the clothing and then lay back, pillowing her golden head on her hands.

“You can take off my panties, if you want,” she said shyly. “I hope you like what you find under them.”

Randall dropped to his knees and tugged at the waistband of Lisa’s panties. A dream come true!

He paused when her small, hairless pussy was revealed. The pink slit was lined with ruffled little lips and glistened with drops of moisture.

When he tried to pull her panties down further she clapped her knees together. “Kiss me, Randy!” she moaned. “I’m almost ready…”

Randall leaned over her with his lips pursed. She turned her face away and he ended up kissing her ear.

“Not there, Sweetie! I want you to kiss my pussy. It will make me really, really hot for you.”

Randall wasn’t sure if that was appropriate but he decided to give it a try. He nuzzled at her naked mound and she spread the lips of her sex with her fingers. Her scent was intoxicating.

He cautiously extended the tip of his tongue and tasted her. She squealed with excitement and he became bolder, lapping up what he assumed were her vaginal secretions. He had not known they would be so copious.

Lisa experienced a pang of guilt when she remembered that what Randall was so eagerly slurping up was mostly Zach’s cum. But he seemed to be enjoying it, and what could she do, anyway?

“Oooh, you’re so good at that!” Lisa sighed. “But do that a little higher, please.”

Randall plunged his tongue into her navel and probed.

“Not that high,” she giggled. “Here. Put your tongue right here.”

Randall applied the tip of his tongue to the small pink protuberance she was indicating with her finger. She moaned and pushed her hips up to meet his assault as he boldly lashed the little nub with his tongue and explored the area near it.

“Oh Randy!” Lisa gasped. “I can’t believe you’ve never done this before! I’m so close! You’ve got me right on the edge already!”

On the edge of what? Randall wondered. And was that a good thing? She didn’t seem to be in distress, although she was breathing heavily and squirming beneath him.

He wished she would quit calling him ‘Randy.’ Nobody was allowed to call him that except his mom. And she had been gone for years.

Surprisingly, Lisa wasn’t lying. This doofus was going to make her come if she didn’t stop him. She really should stop him….

Randall continued to tongue her clit, not sure what else to do. It was oddly sensuous, but his neck was starting to ache.

Lisa decided that if she was going to have to fuck him, this would be the time. She was so close to coming… It would take her mind off how physically repugnant he was.

But even this close to orgasm, she could not imagine being face to face with him. Yuck. She wriggled out of his grasp and rolled over, raising her cute ass to his face. She spread her thighs as much as she could with her panties still caught around her knees.

“Do it to me now, Randy! Put your hard cock in my pussy and fuck me!”

Randall struggled to get himself into position. He put his hands on her hips and pushed himself against her smooth behind. Would his cock just go in or did he have to get it started somehow? He dry-humped her ass. It felt really good.

“Can’t decide whether you want door number one or door number two?” Lisa giggled. “I think this time you better settle for—oh God!”

Randall groaned as streams of cum shot out of the tip of his small cock, lubricating the channel of Lisa’s buttocks and spattering onto her lower back. He continued to rock his hips against her.

“Oh yes, Randy! Come all over me! Oh, it’s so hot!”

Randall sat back on his heels and looked at the mess he had made. Strings of cum festooned Lisa’s lower back and ass, and some of it was dripping down her cleft. He was quite proud of himself.

Lisa stood and pulled up bingöl escort her panties. Well, at least he hadn’t managed to get his little weenie into her. Could have been worse.

“That was sooo good, Randy! Now I need to wash up, I’ll just be a second, so why don’t you lie down here and we’ll take a little nap. But I’ll warn you, after I rest awhile I’m going to want some more of that!”

Randall flopped onto his back and covered his eyes with his arm. He had done it! Fucked a beautiful woman! He was no longer a virgin!

Lisa waded into the shallow lagoon and slipped her panties off. She rinsed the cum off her back and butt before carefully washing out her pussy. As she ran her fingers through her folds she shivered with frustration. Damn it, she had been this close to coming! And now she was feeling horribly deprived.

She was going to have to get Zach to finish what Randall had started, she thought uncomfortably. But at least she could say truthfully that he hadn’t fucked her, even with a finger.

Zach would just have to understand that some minor sacrifices might have to be made to get control of the Multi-Dimensional Transporter.

She rinsed her panties out carefully and laid them on the sand to dry, then piled her hair on top of her head and paddled around the crystal-clear lagoon for a while. She kept a careful eye on Randall as she swam. When he didn’t move for several minutes, she clambered out of the water and retrieved her damp panties.

She tiptoed over to where Randall lay. He was snoring softly and had a foolish grin on his face. Good. He was down for the count.

What was not so good was that he was lying on her dress. She didn’t dare try to pull it out from under him.

She tugged her panties on and found her bra. It looked like she would be going back to the lab half-naked again.

She trotted back toward the exit point, looking back from time to time to make sure Randall was still asleep. As she got closer she saw Zach standing there, looking around.

Uh oh. He was sure to notice that she had lost her dress, and would want an explanation. She would just have to tell him the truth. More or less. And he would just have to deal with it.

Zach saw her and strode toward her. When they came together she flung her arms around his thick neck and kissed him passionately.

“What happened to your dress?” he asked. “And where is Doctor Doofus?”

“You didn’t have to come back for me, Zach,” Lisa scolded. “I wanted you to stay there to make sure no one came in and shut off the power. I’d have been back in a second.”

“What happened to your dress?” he repeated.

“Could we just go now? I’ll explain everything when we get back.”

As they neared the exit point they heard a whooping cry from the tree line. It was answered by a similar hoot not far away.

“Monkeys?” Zach guessed.

Fine hairs prickled all over Lisa’s body. “Maybe some kind of birds?”

Or maybe Homo Erectus, she thought, hoping they had been vegetarians. It would not be wise to leave Randall here very long, just in case they turned out to be hostile.

If that was even what was making the noises. It probably wasn’t. Maybe orangutans? They were shy and nice…weren’t they?

Zach and Lisa stepped into the Transporter field and out into Randall’s lab. She shut off the power and hugged herself, rubbing her arms nervously.

“Cold in here,” she said.

“That’s what happens when you don’t wear clothes,” Zach said grimly. “So what happened to the dress? Did you spill catsup on it and have to send it out to be cleaned?”

“It’s not what you think, Zach. Let me start from the beginning and you’ll see. Let’s go to his office. At least we can lock the door.”

They sat on Randall’s couch and Lisa covered herself with a thin, badly-stained throw that was apparently Randall’s nap blanket.

She explained how she had lured Randall to a place far enough down the beach that she would have a chance to get away once he fell asleep or was otherwise distracted.

“And then I decided to go swimming, so I took off my dress…” she hesitated, “but he’s kind of afraid of water, so he said he would wait for me. And when I got back he was fast asleep on my dress, so I just took off.”

“Dude sees you in your underwear, frolicking in the waves, and he falls asleep?” Zach asked in disbelief. “He gay or something?”

“I don’t think so. Just a geek. There’s really nothing to worry about, Sweetie.” She hugged his powerful arm. “The only man who gets to play with this pussy is you.”

Zach pulled her into his lap and kissed her soundly. She smiled as she felt his hard cock pressing against her hip.

“You know what I’d like right now?” she whispered into his ear.

“I got a pretty good idea,” Zach said, deftly unhooking her bra and laying her back on the couch.

She lifted her legs to make it easier for him to strip her panties off.

He stood and removed his own clothes as she watched him, squirming with excitement at the sight of his powerful, sinuous body.

He lowered himself onto her naked form and his mammoth cock slid into her up to the hilt.

*********

Next: Randall and the Homo Erectus erections.

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I would recommend that you first read “The Same Ol’ (Sci-Fi) Story” the first Herc Manly Adventure, but here is a brief intro for those who haven’t:

Herc Manly (named for Hercules Poirot, a famous demi-God detective of massive strength, who lived in ancient time on a planet named Mt.Olympus,) is a former SpacNav Transport Officer, who is now a private intergalactic bulk-haul operator, willing to do daring, gasp.. perhaps even shady transports, if the price is right. His contractFem, Pussy, is a XoXoDackian fem, who has humo form, but is lavender colored, with a double vagina, and pseudo-breasts that can be used in a variety of kinky sexual practices. Herc returned home early after a long-haul, and discovered Pussy in a compromising position. Herc was about to declare their contract null and void, only to discover that Pussy truly loved only him, not to mention had compiled a file that the authorities would love to have, that would have put Herc away for at least 20 years. He and Pussy found a way to get past her indiscretion, and Pussy, to avoid being left alone at home for months at a time, trained and passed her exams to become Herc’s executive officer. Now they travel together from one end of the galaxy to the other, never apart, well, almost never apart….

This is a story of one of those times, when Herc and Pussy found themselves parted!

The Diplo Mission on Grubvolk

Even I, Herc Manly, was having a hard time believing the importance of the mission that took me to planet Grubvolk. It was a diplo mission for SpacNav of plusHigh sensitivity and delicato nature. I had personally been requested by the planet’s bigBoss, in this case the femRuler, (what the ancients used to call a ‘Queens’),to assist her as she laid out the future of her people. I was in the hangaroundRoom of the big royalAbode of Grubvolk sitting, waiting around for my cue, to finally come face-to-face with the Queens.

At long last, the doors opened to the Queens’s personal space, and I walked, manfully — need I say it — proud to be back in my old SpacNav uniform, into the room. There, from the dark as my eyes adjusted to the lower light level, came the voice, distorted thru the transSpeakBox, of the Queens.

“Ohhhhhh, manly Herc Manly. At last, you are finally in my contactPresence. Ohhhhhh, Herc, I pine, I long for your beautifullest elbowses, your prominent kknneeses, your protrubing mouthpart between your standing/walking/running parts. I am completely supine and flacid in the presence of your many handsomest angles of body. But especially, I yearn for your always firm breeding knob that protrudes above your mouthpiece!”

About that time, my eyes had adjusted to the low light, to the point that I was able to see the Queen of the Grubvolk. Then I, Herc Manly, survivor of pirates, scourge of scavengers, offender of bureaucrats, known throughout the galaxy for my exploits of daring-do, along with my XO (short for execOfficer, number two boss, you get the idea,) Pussy, well..

I sort of fainted. Fainted dead away.

It started several weeks before…

I had just returned from the S’Port where I had taken my small moonrunner out for a spin. I kept looking at that old coffee can, containing the freeze dried remains of my former XO, Thsam. I was hoping to quietly dump the thing, but every time I would get ready to eject it into space, there was a SpacCop waiting to trap the unwary speedster (“Hey, mac, where’s the Sol flare? You were exceeding the posted limit in this intraplanetary zone by 10X!”) or even worse, the litterer dumping his overfull wasteDisp tanks. I sure as heck didn’t want to be pulled into court for littering a coffee can full of old XO remains!

So, it was in a less than happy mood that I returned to my abodeunit in the upscale citypod where I lived with my contractfem and XO, Pussy. Pussy and I (the story is told of our earlier contract difficulties in “The Same ‘Ol (Sci-Fi) Story”,) had returned from a long-haul transport, and we were taking about a solStandard month off, to rest and recoup, before taking another job from the transport zaibatsu.

I wandered towards the foodPrep area, and grabbed a brueski from the intsocool. I continued towards the stereoVid room, tearing off the top of the container, and pouring that blessed first swig of the elixir of life down the hatch. Curious, it seemed early for Pussy to be home, but I could hear the sound from our wall-to-wall stereoVid. I walked into the room.

Sitting there watching the local Whasgoingon was my former commander; brute, beast, blight of the SpacNav, Admiral LimbDirk, known to all of his crews (when out of his hearing range,) as Admiral LimpDick. He turned and looked at me and smiled, showing his oversized canine fangs, which left with the impression of the legendary oceanshark preparing to take a bite, and said,

“Nice stereoVid setup, Herc. The sort of thing that SpacNav officers can’t afford, but you goldbricking, lazy loafer, ardahan escort trans Spacers can buy — after conning the SpacNav into training you and paying for your galacticLicense!”

As you can imagine, LimbDirk was a SpacNav lifer, who more or less carried a grudge against anyone who didn’t think that the highest calling in the known Universe was to serve for life in the SpacNav, like him. And even better, you should be serving under his command.

I turned, in moment of extreme common sense and fear, and tried to egress the joint by the quickest escape pod I could find, but Limbdirk had anticipated my joy at seeing him once again. I found myself in the grasp of two of his SpacNav goons. From the stripes on their sleeves, a couple of lifer Master Chiefs — my bad luck. I was more or less certain that my feet were still running, but when you have been lifted off the floor, moving feet don’t seem to work. The last thing I remembered for a long time, was the prick of the narconeedle into my neck, operated by the prick holding me up by my left shoulder.

When I awoke, even in my befuddled state, I could tell that I was already in deep space. I expected to be in a cell in the brig of a SpacNav Cruiser, but I seemed to be in an officer’s quarters, much like that I had occupied while in my last years of servitude in the SpacNav. I reached up to where the illumination device should be, and there it was. I turned it on and looked around. Yup — I was in the spacious quarters of a midling officer: about 2 meters long, a meter wide, and about one-and-a-half meters tall. In other words, about half the size of a jail cell allotted to a petty criminal.

I was naked and cold, since I had only been covered with the standard SpacNav ultra-lightweight blanket, so I got out of the bunk, and lifted the ultra-thin, ultra-light pad that the SpacNav jokingly calls a ‘mattress’, and opened the drawer underneath. To my great surprise and suspicions, it was filled with SpacNav clothing and uniforms, in my exact sizes. It seemed to me that either 1.) they had been expecting me to be at least of couple of days before I actually arrived, or 2.) I had been drugged out of my mind for longer than I thought.

Looking at the contents of the drawer wasn’t helping me, so instead I pulled out a pair of the overalls and felt slippers that SpacNav crews wore during their time in space, put them on, and opened the door between my cubical and the main passage of the ship. I wasn’t especially surprised that the door was unlocked — where can you go to escape from a spacer? But I wasn’t pleased to find two SpacNav Petty officers guarding my temporary abode. As I stepped out, one of them spoke.

“Get your ass up to da bridge, da Cap’n wonts to haf a word wid ya.”

I turned an looked at him, one eyebrow raised, waiting.

“uh, um, Mr. Manly, sir.” finally came out of his mouth.

I nodded, then, and turned towards the bridge. I knew the SpacNav, and if you let a P.O. get away with it, they would all be walking all over you.

When I arrived at the bridge, I politely requested permission to enter, which was granted. I approached the Captain’s chair. I didn’t know the Captain, but in the SpacNav service ‘politeese’ covers many sins.

“Mr. Manly,” the Captain intoned in his basso voice, “Admiral Limbdirk has prepared a vidChip for you to give you your instructions.” He handed me the small chip. “You may use my private viewing room to watch it. I understand that it will self-destruct.”

I groaned hearing that — no one has ever gotten good news from a self-destructing mission brief.

The Captain continued, initially reading from a small plastoCard.

“You have been recalled to duty with full rank and pay (based on your grade upon leaving the SpacNav, under section 4B of your original enlistment contract,) and you will be treated as an officer on this ship.” He continued, “But, you have no official duties, other than preparing yourself for the task that you have been assigned.” He finally smiled at me, albeit an ironic sort of barring of his teeth, “So enjoy your on-board vacation. But don’t bother the ship’s entertainment planner, because we don’t have one!” He laughed at his own little joke.

I left the bridge to find the Captain’s viewing room to discover what particularly dangerous/disgusting and very likely suicidal mission Limpdick was sending me on.

MEANWHILE, Back at the ranch…

Pussy entered the abodeUnit that she shared with her beloved contractMale, Herc Manly, late in the afternoon of the day that Herc disappeared. Pussy had been out shopping to restock the necessaries for the solStandard month that she and Herc were planning on spending on terrafirma.

She mentally reviewed her list: an extra large container of lube (for Herc to use when pleasuring her in her ass,) a two-month supply of KeepEmUp pills (the way she like to do Herc, her stock might last a month, artvin escort maybe only three weeks,) some InstoEnergy pills (Herc, that poor dear, sometimes was completely exhausted after sexing Pussy for the sixth or seventh time — he needed the additional energy to make it a full night.)

Pussy purred in contentment. Ever since she and Herc had their slight contract dispute (when she had sex with a couple of Herc’s former crewmates over a two-week period,) she took an especial delight in insuring that Herc was completely sexually satiated. In fact, satiated wasn’t exactly the word; exhausted to a point where he could hardly crawl out of bed was more like it. But, Pussy was not going to take a chance of Herc using any of the 14 ‘free passes’ to have sex with other beings that she had acquiesced to as part of their agreement to remedy their contract, after her faux pas. With her mouth, her two vaginas, and her welcoming anus, Pussy could out-fuck any humo male, and she kept Herc happy.

After putting her purchases where they would be handy when the need arose, Pussy went to the foodPrep area, and began to think of dinner. But it began to nag at her — why wasn’t Herc home?

She thought of calling him, only to see his portaCaller commUnit lying on the floor in the hallway leading to the abodeUnit’s back ingress/egress hatch. She turned and went into stereoVid room, and things didn’t look right. Herc’s chair was tipped over on its back, and one of the small side tables had been knocked over. And there was an unpleasant oder in the room. Pussy sniffed, and sniffed again. Yes, the rotten smell of authority and bureaucracy — it smelled of SpacNav locker room!

Since the time when Herc had caught her having sex on the securityVid system in the abodeUnit, Pussy had learned all about it — how to access it, how to use it, how to turn it off (not that SHE had any need,) and how to see if it had been doctored. So when she checked the system at hiSpeed for the day and nothing showed up, she was actually convinced that something HAD occurred. Pussy immediately went to the hidden/redundant storage device that she had installed (and forgot to mention to Herc,) and punched in the 124-bit encryption code that allowed her to restore the real memory.

She went thru the GigaTera vidMemChip at hiSpeed, watching Herc as he got out of bed, did his daily exercises, took a shower (Pussy still loved looking at his cute little buns. Her pseudo-titties got hard and conical just thinking about them.) He made breakfast, and finally went out to take his moonrunner out for a little off-planet spin. He had told her that he needed to clean up a few things in the ‘runner. She was wondering if he was trying to avoid paying wasteDisp fees by dumping his tanks in space? God help him if the local law catches him, she thought.

But just then, the securityVid caught her attention. Some goon in a SpacNav uniform was entering their abodeUnit. And he seemed to have a key! Pussy slowed to 2X speed and watched while the lout (a Master Chief PO, if the uniform was actually his,) looked all around the unit, and then spoke into his commUnit. A minute later, some guy with a lot of scrambled eggs on his hat sauntered into the unit, along with another goon. What, Pussy wondered, was going on here!

The ‘big shot’, as she thought of him, sat down in Herc’s favorite chair in the stereoVid room, and the goons retreated out of sight. They weren’t grabbing anything, they just seemed to be waiting for something or someone, and Pussy thought that she knew who.

When she saw Herc entering the abodeUnit, she slowed the play to 1X and watched the entire mannapping as it happened. She heard the Admiral giving Herc an earful, and watched in horror as the two goons grabbed her love, her life, her contractMale, and narconeedled him! Then they hauled his unconsious bod to an awaiting vehicle, hovering outside their door. In the meantime, Mr. Scrambled Eggs hat was searching around for the security system to blank out his visit, not knowing that there was a secret backup system. The goons came in and finally gave Pussy her first important clue, when they turn and said,

“Admiral Limbdirk, Manly is on his way to the S’Port.”

Limbdirk responded with an evil grin, “Good. He’ll be in space before he comes to, and by then it will be too late. We’ll accomplish our mission, and we won’t even be risking a ‘real’ SpacNav officer!” He laughed a wicked laugh, and then pushed the combination of controls that would shut down the security system long enough for him to leave, while leaving no vid of what had just happened. Or so he thought.

Back on the Spacer with Herc…

In the SpacerCaptain’s vidRoom, I sat down in front of the stereoVid and slipped the vidChip into the vidPort on the front of the console.

A 3D-holoimage of Admiral ‘Limpdick’ swiftly appeared in front of me. Just as at his abodeUnit, I had to fight the bodrum escort impulse to get out of the room at the sight of the plague of the SpacNav. Limbdirk’s vaguely sharklike eyes seemed to look directly at me, and he started his briefing.

“Glad you could make it, Manly — not that you had any choice about the matter, ” Limbdirk said with an evil laugh.

“By now, even a lazy, goldbricking, SpacNav reservist like yourself will have figured out that you have been recalled to temporary active duty (under the notorious ‘section 4B’). HA! So for the next two months or until your mission is complete, your ass is mine.”

“You may be wondering what kind of mission this is that we needed you, Herc Manly, where we couldn’t just pick up some other washed up, firejuiced bum to do the job. We certainly have thousands of space transports drivers who are as good or better than your sorry ass.”

I recoiled a bit — this was getting insulting, I’m a pretty good transport pilot. Of course, by Limbdirk standards, this tirade was almost complimentary.

“Anyway, now to the crux of the mission,” Limbdirk continued.

“You are being sent on a diplo mission to the planet Grubvolk. As you might know, the GalaxLeague has a trading treaty with Grubvolk. What you probably don’t know is that Grubvolk is the source of goldenSweet, the preferred sweetener in the known universe, and a critical component of Cestowiski, that most desired of firejuices. That means that there are a lot of rich, powerful, and rather tipsy VIPs around who want to make damn sure that the supply keeps coming.”

“According to Article 677.2B.1Z of the treaty, although there is no regular humo presence allowed on Grubfolk, every ten years the SpacNav must send a humo officer to attend the coronation of the new planetary bigBoss, a femCreature that they call a ‘Queens’. Every 10 years, a new Queens is placed on the throne of Grubfolk, and the old Queens retires. After the coronation, the SpacNav representative meets with the Queens, and fulfills a ceremonial service. After you have completed this mission, the SpacNav will have no further requirements of you, and you will be returned to inactive status.”

“As for why the SpacNav selected you, and only you for a diplo mission, for which you are obviously completely inappropriate? The answer is: SpacNav didn’t select you, it seems the new Queens somehow saw a vid of your ugly mug, and decided that you and only you could represent the SpacNav on Grubfolk.”

“Consequently, you will be attending the new Queens’s coronation, and after the ceremony,” Limbdirk paused for effect, “you will breed with her!” Admiral Limbdirk looked up in Herc’s direction, with a leer that made his face look especially evil, which, given his normal visage, was really saying something.

“See — this mission should be a real pleasure for you, Herc Manly. Hopefully something you can really fuck up!” Limbdirk went into paroxysms of laughter at his little joke. Slowly his laughter slowed, and he caught his breath.

“Enjoy!” were his final words, before breaking again into his evil sounding laugh!

As the vidChip finished, smoke and a nasty smell, like the excretaWaste of a canineQuadraped, came from the stereoVid, as the chip self-destructed.

“Yup,” I thought , as the smell reminded me, “up to your neck in doggie doo-doo again!”

Back home again… with an anguished Pussy!

Pussy knew that to help Herc escape the evil clutches of Admiral Limpdick of the SpacNav, she was going to need some excellent intel/info: where was Herc, why had the SpacNav grabbed him, and what was going to happen to him. After a solStandard minute or two, Pussy had concluded that there was no source of intel/info that could possible be any better than ol’ Limpdick himself. She smiled a smile that had struck fear into more than one space pirate. XO Pussy, terror of the space lanes was on the move. No man, Limpdick included, had the right to deprive her of Herc’s many charms, and she was not going to let Herc build up enough sexual energy to even think of another femCreature!

Pussy went back into the sleepieRoom that she and Herc shared (a tear came to her eye, remembering all of the sex they shared in this room,) and she rummaged around for a minute in her personal storage space. Sexy clothes, multiple pairs of shoes, various sexual toys and aids went flying, until she found a small, nondescript black case. She hummed and smiled as she placed it on the AeroLiftsU mattress.

Pussy put on a black outfit of a material so clingy and revealing that the use of it in women’s clothing was outlawed on most planets. It looked as if it had been painted on, and one could see all of the minute details of Pussy’s pseudo-breasts, the contours of every muscle, and the shape and folds of her two vaginas. But, then she added black gloves of a similar material, as well as a black hood, with holes for her eyes and nose.

She didn’t forget, as she left the room, to pick up the case from the mattress containing her tools. Her torture tools. A girl has to be prepared for anything these days.

Before Pussy left the abode, she pick up the comUnit and made a couple of cellcontacts, and then she was on her way into the night.

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(this one starts a little slow and honestly is a bit more in the weeds, but I wanted to set a few things down and reinforce a few others. Skim to the end if you’re not interested in exo-biology 🙂 )

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“Megan? You with us yet?”

Megan was somewhere new.

She had showered? Yes, she had. She was in a robe. There was a cup of tea in her hands, almost too hot. She was seated in a booth, vinyl cushions in a light relaxing blue. Across from her, a woman…her boss…Janice!–scooted into the other side, setting down her tablet and cup on the table. Janice was a weird combination of giddy and concerned as she stared at Megan, waiting for the girl to reload.

Megan blinked. “…what? What the hell is going on?” Why was it so hard to focus? Did that happen? Really? Why wasn’t she panicking? She began to realize that she was in a company lunchroom–booths, tables, a kitchen with a bored staff preparing for the lunch rush. How did she get here? Why didn’t she notice? What th–“Seriously, what the hell Janice?”

Janice just smiled. “There’s my girl…so this is the hardest part of the job–explaining the job. Big G is…well, it’s weird. It exists outside of time–did you understand any of the Exobiology thing? No worries, no one does–but basically…It’s basically a big computer, right? We ask it questions, it comes out with answers. But since it doesn’t think like us, or understand time or space like us, the answers didn’t make sense. Until we found ways for people to bond with G.”

Megan couldn’t help but be a bit scathing. “Is that what you call it? Bonding??”

Janice ignored the sarcasm–this always happened. “Yeah. Bonding. When the tendrils interact with you–you’ve noticed the sensations start as soon as it touches you? It’s beginning to connect at a “astral/temporal/mental infusion” is what the lab boys call it. But to you and me–it’s making a connection with your whole nervous system. Memories, ideas, opinions, how you walk and move and blink. Big G thinks a little more like you, and you think a little more like it, getting to know you.”

Megan couldn’t help but narrow her eyes. “And–so why does it… you know…?”

Janice grinned. “Poke you like a pornstar? Because your sense of self is alien to G. It doesn’t understand the idea of being just a single individual living in a past, present, future. The best way to understand your brain is when your sense of self is out of the way, and the best way to do that is–“

“–make me orgasm. Repeatedly.”

“Yep! When you’re ‘there’, G has a better understanding of how you–and all the other girls, and all the other pods–understand and feel and think without your ego blocking it. balıkesir escort So it can then make better decisions about the questions we ask. So your job is not just to orgasm–you’re job is to think about the trigger words and bond with G while it processes a bunch of data, direct it’s thought process. And you–” she tapped the tablet’s display of chaotic lines and data–“did great for a first day! We need to start at three hours a day to let you get used to the bonding, but also for health reasons–you can get addicted if we don’t manage it, or get confused about time. That’s why you’re so loopy–you’re getting ‘unlocked’ from the present. It’ll get better with time–no pun intended.”

Megan sipped her tea. Why did this all sound so normal? “But why me? And why aren’t I…freaking out? D-did you…?” she looked at the tea, thought of all the water bottles! “Is it the water? Are you brainwashing me?!” Janice’s eyes widened in the terror of a middle manager being accused of a crime. “What? No! The water is a special blend–mint, cucumber, lime, some herbal blend! It’s harmless! You can buy it in stores!” She reached over and grabbed Megan’s hand. “No, you were picked for two reasons. First, you react positively to the Verdant Sigil–most people don’t. They get disoriented, panicky. Those like you become more open to experiences, which is why you’re taking this all like a champ. And second…you had a good interview. You were a good working, fun experience, seemed nice. You weren’t forced to be here or anything. This is just a job, and one you are good at. If you want to quit you can, but I don’t think you will.” Janice gave a wry grin. “I mean, this isn’t the worst job you’ve had, right?”

Suddenly, the doors burst open from both sides. On the left, women–some from Megan’s pod, but dozens of new faces–came in. On the right, a men of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Janice glanced at her watch “oh crud I was hoping we’d get more quiet time. Lunch rush–are you doing ok? Do you need food or something? Listen to your gut on this–if you need something get it.”

Megan started to answer but then stopped. “…no, I’m good. Why am I good? I should be starving?” Janice nodded. “Big G again. To keep your body um…functional?…it provides a lot of replicated nutrients, pharmaceuticals, hormones while you’re bonding. Long term exposure well…take a look” She waved out, and again Megan couldn’t help but notice how healthy everyone was. Most of the men were fit, tall, strong. The women were all athletic, curvy. Everyone looked young, and they all seemed taller than Megan. There were some larger ones, but even they seemed to be carrying it in a way that made them seem happy. As she glanced around, she bartın escort noted she was squeezing her legs. The whole room was full of incredibly good looking men and women, and–

“What’s with the green eyes?” Janice grinned. “Long term exposure side effect. They can come and go. And before you ask about the people with strange eyes walking you through strange events; we’re not mind controlling or anything. It’s…ok, this will be weird but–when you get the green eyes, you can sorta…see potentials. You know what’s going to be likely, so you can kinda…guide things.” Janice squeezed Megan’s hand. “We knew you were going to be here because Miss Ventner saw you here. You’re here because you were meant to be here. You let Big G merge with you because you knew you would want to after it had happened. Future influences past. It’s kinda tricky but…just go with the flow. If things feel dreamy, then let the dream walk you through. Does that make sense? Do you have any fears, or concerns?”

“I…no.” Megan didn’t feel anything wrong. She was actually sort of happy. Thrilled, even. “No, I think…I think I’m gonna like it here.” Janice broke into a big smile, and so did Megan. This felt right. “So…what’s next?”

Janice reached into her coat pocket. “Well, now, you get a little bonus.” a plastic card was slipped across the table. “It’s a gift card. You can’t go back to bonding for the day, and it’s still two weeks out for payday, so go have a little fun. You’ll come in the morning tomorrow, and in the afternoons for a while we’ll try to get you up to speed and help you figure out how to implement the coding we give–this is still a job! We need you to be able to focus while you’re…bonding. But otherwise–go get your stuff in your lockers, have some fun, and we’ll see you tomorrow!”

That evening was Chinese takeout for Grant and Megan, and a bottle of wine all on the company’s dime. “So?” asked Grant, “how was the first day? Did you figure out what you’re doing?” Megan felt a microsecond of panic before she blinked and grinned. “Oh, it’s great. Basically I sit in a cubicle with a set of goggles on my face, show me pictures and they ask me questions. Some make a lot of sense, some are like ‘do you like carrots?’. Apparently my reactions help them ‘coordinate their business strategy’ or whatever.” Megan raised her glass to cover her face–somehow she knew what she was going to say before she said it?? But it was–it was what she would have said if she HAD thought about it. Like she had the time, before she had the time? Huh.

Grant had seemingly ignored all of this, moving on to talk about his day–apparently also a good one. So Megan ignored it and had another glass and a second serving of batman escort chow mein.

With both of them in a good mood and a bottle of wine between them both, it wasn’t surprising the couple ended up falling into bed together, passionately making out and drunkenly trying to pull off each other’s clothes. After some playful tugging and giggling, Grant finally succeeded in removing Megan’s bra and let her fall back on the bed. “Damn…you are amazing…” he stared down at her delectable body, his lust obvious from his eyes and his hard cock. Megan’s eyes twinkled as she looked over his body–not a buff guy, but broad-shouldered and hairy in way that was cute. “Oh, I had some money left so I got something else…” She rolled over onto her knees, spreading her cheeks just enough so light would catch the bejeweled plug inside her.

Grant’s cock twitched as his eyes widened. “Holy shit, seriously?” This had been one of those things that Grant lightly explored with a few grabs and running fingers when they had started dating, but had always been off the table. He didn’t know what the heck had gotten into Megan but he certainly wasn’t going to stop and figure it out now. He grinned like an idiot at Megan moved the toy from her and wiggled her butt. “Go ahead, baby…” With a groan Grant pushed inside her, eyes closed in joy as he grabbed her hips and began grinding into her.

Megan meanwhile was rubbing her clit and dreaming of work. Grant was a great lover, and she loved the feeling of him inside her, but she couldn’t help but remember how Gthyagos had slipped along every bit of her body simultaneously. And that was just three! How many tendrils could she take, she wondered. How good was it to feel herself filled from all ends! As her body began to tingle she dreamed more–dreamed of how nice it would feel as Grant filled her back door, if Gthyagos could abuse her wet pussy! How nice it would be to be filled like that while she lapped at Heather’s pussy–no, cunt. Heather had a cunt…taste her juices running down her chin! Or to kiss and lick at Janice’s plump ass, pushing her tongue into her–

Heather was derailed as her body shuddered and sparks filled her eyes. Grant screamed out and pushed deep inside her, exploding and filling her, before collapsing on top of her. The couple breathed deeply, before Grant slipped out of her and rolled over.

Megan was trying to catch her breath in more ways than one. First, that had felt great. Second, she was trying to realize when she started being interested in women, especially her coworkers. Third, she was searching to see if she was supposed to feel anything like guilt or surprise at having sex hallucinations about her coworkers.

“Oh babe…holy shit that was great” Grant muttered. She could tell he was tired–the wine and what felt and sounded like a powerful burst from him. She kissed him on the cheek and cuddled into his shoulder–then rolled out of bed to make sure her alarm was set for tomorrow morning.

She had a busy day at work she had to be ready for…

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Chapter six Punishment

I was right. I was stiff as a board. My knees hurt and I had a kink in my neck. Master was still lying on the bed in the room. “Slave, suck me off.”

I turned towards him and saw that he had awoken with his penis erect and glistening with precum. I bent over his reclined form and licked his cock a few tentative times. His precum tasted as good as I remembered from my free days (some orders would be easier to follow as a slave than others). It began to twitch in response to my attentions. Encouraged, I took long swipes at his penis from base to tip, eliciting moans from him as his already erect member got even harder. My saliva glistened on him and I felt myself becoming aroused as well. My pussy was getting wet and my nipples hard. My skin was flushing as my heart rate increased.

I caught his hand beginning to move towards my head out of the corner of my eye and I engulfed hi cock with my mouth. He cried out in pleasure, his hips thrusting up towards my mouth. His tip hit the back of my throat, but I did not gag, not even a little (I later learned that the shop owner had set the collar to neutralize that reflex and Master had never turned that function off). Encouraged by my increased ability to take a man all the way down my throat, I started bobbing up and down vigorously. I would raise up until only his tip was past my lips then slam down until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his cock was partly down my throat, I wanted to fondle his balls as well, but he had never released my wrists from behind my back.

I could feel him on the verge of cumming when he grabbed my head and pulled my off of him, sitting up while he did so. This caused cum to splatter all over my face and chest. I started to lick up what I could reach when he ordered, “Stop. Don’t do anything to clean up just yet. Let it set a little bit first.”

Uhhg! That wonderfully warm semen was cooling on my face and tits, congealing on my body. Some of it dripped down my face and onto my legs and the floor. The same thing happened with the last few drops from his cock as he milked it out of hiself. He made me sit there for five minutes as the stuff cooled. Finally he ordered, “Clean up all of it. You are to eat every last drop, no matter where it landed,” as he released my hands from their bindings behind me.

With some trepidation, I scooped up the now gelatinous goop and licked it off my fingers. As I feared, it no longer had that wonderful taste that I loved so much. It was a slimy yucky tasting gunk that I wanted to vomit up. It seemed, however, that I could not do so. Just as my gag reflex was gone, so was that reflex that caused me to upchuck nauseous things. After cleaning off my face, breasts and neck, I took his cock back in to clean that off as well. Lastly, I scooped the puddles that had dripped onto the deck and ate them.

While I could chalk up his actions to the usual levels of slave owner cruelty, I did not understand my own reactions. I should have been turned off by the whole gross affair, but I was even more aroused than I had been while I was sucking him off. My pussy was desperate for attention and were so taunt that they were sore. How does so foul an activity arouse me so well? With nothing to lose, I asked him, “Master, would you please give me an orgasm?”

“What do you think we are? Lovers? You are my slave and you exist solely to do my bidding. No I will not get you off. We have more important things to do. Now get up and go clean yourself up.”

Dejected, I got up and left the cabin, heading for the shower facilities. Like most space ships, water was at a premium and not used for such extravagances as cleaning (some species don’t even have the concept of bathing for cleanliness). It place of water was the usual sonic shower, using ultra-low frequency sound to strip external dirt away from the body.

Still horny as hell, I stepped into the sonic field and felt my arousal grow even more. My already sensitive body was being bombarded by subtle touches repeatedly all over. Desperate, I brought one hand up to my nipples, caressing and pinching them. My other hand dropped between my legs as I plunged two fingers as deep as I could into my pussy. As I fucked myself, the heal of my hand rubber against my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. As I neared climax, I switched hands so I could rub my breasts with my own juices, maximizing the sensations in my nipples. The pinching, thrusting and rubbing had its desired effect quickly as my orgasm washed over me, drawing a cry out of my lips.

I licked my juices from my fingers, savoring the taste before the sonics washed them away from me as well. Clean and satiated sexually, I returned to the cabin to find that Master was fuming. “Just what the fuck do you think you were doing. I told you to clean yourself up, not to get yourself off!” He knew! But how? “I don’t understand. How…?”

“Stupid slut! You collar monitors you physiological condition and aksaray escort reports in any sudden changes. I recognized the affects of arousal and orgasm immediately. Such willful defiance will have to be punished.”

Terrified, I dropped to my knees and pleaded with him, “Please Master, don’t punish me. I was horny and not thinking straight. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Damn straight it won’t happen again. After today you will never even consider defying me in anything again.”

He pulled out the collar control while I was still blubbering and pleading with him and began programming it. At first, I didn’t notice anything happening. Then my voice cut out. I couldn’t talk! Then a spark of arousal flared through my arms that were touching the floor as I had prostrated myself. He had turned the Hydromel back on. The next thing that occurred was that pain flared through me. I jerked upwards and it stopped. What had he done? He must have seen the confusion and informed me, “I have released the Hydromel and set it to run continuously for the next 16 hours. I’ve also programmed the collar in inflict pain pulses on you if your hands come within six inches of your breasts or crotch. You have already noticed that I have rendered you silent. No one else aboard will no what is happening to you. You will learn to live with sexual frustration. As my slave, you will experience pleasure and release when I say you can, not when you do. Now continue with your regular duties. I want progress on that analysis by dinner. Now go on.”

Well, this was not good. Sixteen hours on Hydromel and no ability to experience the orgasms the drug normally led to. Outside, I tentatively move my hand towards my pussy and was jolted with intense pain, so intense that I thought I would pass out. Of course, I couldn’t, since the normal function of the collar keeps the slave conscious. I tried to walk in such a way as to minimize the amount of contact with my skin. My only hope for surviving this day was to minimize the levels of arousal I would be experiencing.

I got the virtual room out of storage and set it up in the galley again. While that area saw frequent crew traffic, it was the only area large enough for effective use that was not off limits to me. I had no doubt that I would find the source of the fraud in the planetary shipping contracts, it was just a matter of time and how much my punishment would interfere with my concentration. The arousal I had released in the shower was already beginning to reassert itself as the inevitable contacts between parts of my body occurred.

The motions needed to operate the multi-dimensional database were not helping either. I did not have time to reprogram the room’s sensors, so there were times when the motions I needed to do involved contact between my arms and hands. Slowly, the inadvertent touches and the unavoidable ones brought me to a level of desperation. I was hot as hell and desperate for touch on my tits and pussy. My juices were dripping off of my cunt and down my legs. This just heightened the problem, as the slow drips of fluid led to further arousal under the influence of that drug.

In three hours, I was a wreck. I had looked at the same data for the fourth time and realized that I would be unable to go any further without some sort of release. I knew that if I somehow brought myself to orgasm in spite of the limitations, I would just earn more punishment. Anything would be better than this. Bracing myself, I slapped my hands against my breasts and cunt. Pain unimaginable shot through me. I think I collapsed to the floor in agony. For a few blessed seconds I was free of the constantly building arousal in my body, though the price was immense. Finally unable to stand it any more, I pulled away and made a glorious discovery. I wasn’t aroused anymore! Apparently the intense pain levels had shut down the sexual excitement and left me sore from the cramps (a result of being in intense pain for almost a minute).

As I stood up, the first tinges of arousal started again when skin contacted skin. Looking at the clock, I saw that I had been at it for just over three hours. At this rate, I would have to indulge in self inflicted agony four more times, maybe five more, to keep able to work for the rest of the day. It was doable, but I never wanted to be put through something like this again. I had already learned my lesson. I would never go around Master’s back again, for anything.

It took another five hours work (and two more blasts of agony to end two more pleasure overloads) to find the source of the fraud. Being unable to give a verbal report, I prepared a data crystal containing the basic information. A data entry operator for a shipping warehouse had been falsifying the time stamps. This allowed the sale or purchase price for certain lots of commodities to be posted at the best price over a one to two hour period, while being reported at the price at the beginning of the discrepancy amasya escort period. While each such incident garnered only a moderate amount of illicit profit for someone, the sheer number of occurrences spoke of immense profits.

The most curious part was that the price differences were not going to the account of the person changing the time stamps. It was going somewhere else, outside of the system, beyond the ability of this data to identify. All I had was an Orion bank account number. It would take more than I had at my disposal to determine who owned that particular Numbered Orion account. The most worrisome thing was the sheer volume of money involved. There were lesser planetary governments with budgets smaller than this. What was someone doing with all this money? Master was not going to like this at all.

Come to think of it, I had no idea what Master intended to do in this system, or why the fraud was so important to find. Some planets had laws that held slaves of criminals to the same punishment as their masters. I did not want to be sent to the penal colonies on Harvent to mine heavy trans-uranics for the rest of what would be my very short life. Yet, as a slave, I had no right to even ask about his intentions, let alone stop him from committing any crimes. I was in a pickle and someone out there liked sliced pickles on their sandwiches.

I returned to our cabin, where Master was studying something on his data pad. I handed him the data crystal report and waited for further instructions. He put the crystal in the data port, but looked at me and smiled. “You are one smart slave, and savvy as well. Many would not have considered self-inflicted pain to cancel the arousal, let alone have been brave enough to actually do it. I applaud your ingenuity and resourcefulness. I am making one change in your programming. If you decide to continue with this strategy, you will not be able to stop the pain for three full minutes. This is supposed to be a severe punishment. I don’t care if its from extreme arousal or prolonged pain, but it will be severe. Now stand still until I say otherwise.”

No problem. Standing still was one of the only tools I had to keep sexual excitement from increasing. If I could stand here, unmoving for the next eight hours, I would. Several minutes into his reading the report, he reached over and began to caress my legs. I couldn’t help but gasp. If he kept this up for very long, I would be delirious with pleasure within the hour. He was inflicting as much skin contact on me in a few minutes as I had done inadvertently ion an hour. He began to question me about the report, asking for details on how the fraud was accomplished and what clues led me to the discovery. I tried to answer his questions in detail, but the more he ribbed me, the greater the difficulty I had in speaking coherently. More and more, my speech was punctuated by moans, groans and gasps. I eventually reached the point where I could not think or speak straight. I was barely able to stand up, the feelings of lust and arousal were so strong.

“Please, Master. I can’t stand it any more. I’m begging you, let me cum.”

“I told you before, slave. This is punishment. Now you can stand there and continue to suffer from extreme orgasm denial or you can do the only thing that will stop the pleasure overload. The choice is yours.”

Oh God. He had me at unbearable in thirty minutes, when it took 2-3 hours when I was working. I was dripping juices down my legs. My pussy lips were engorged so much that they hurt. I could feel the tautness of my nipples as they sought for anything to touch them. My cunt felt like an empty hole that yearned to be filled. I was breathing in short ragged gasps that left my vision blurry. Anything would be better than this! With a cry of anguish at what I was going to feel, I slapped my hands against my cunt and tits.

Unbelievable pain shot through me, scouring my whole being with unremitting agony. I pulled away almost immediately, but his reprogramming held and the pain continued for an eternity, or so it seemed. It was like my nerve endings were being scraped raw by a scouring pad. The waves of pain swept over me just like the waves of an orgasm, but no where near as pleasurable. I don’t remember falling, but When it stopped, I was on the floor, lying in my own shit and piss. It seems I had lost all control of my bodily functions. Blessedly, I was no longer aroused.

“Clean up the mess you’ve created, slave. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.”

I used one of my modest outfits to clean up the mess and transport it to the toilet. Then I ran to the sonic shower, dropping the outfit in the ships cleaning station. I was able to get myself clean and back to the room in just ten minutes. In the hurrying, however, I had begun the arousal process in earnest. I positioned myself to avoid skin contact again and waited.

Master returned shortly, looked over the room and sat down on the bed again. antalya escort He looked me over and then spoke to me. “I’m harsh with you for your own good, slave. I go to worlds that others will not go to for a variety of reasons. Usually those reasons have to do with the cultures on those worlds. Try to imagine what would happen to you if you brought yourself to orgasm on a world where the female orgasm was considered demonic.”

I gasps at the very idea. “What kind of backward low life cultures are we going to? … Master”

“You had better watch yourself, slave. These are not backward cultures, they are simply different. Yes we tend to think of our culture as the best, but these creatures, living in these ‘backward’ cultures think that way about their own. A female counterpart of mine was burned alive for just that crime because she was stupid enough to masturbate herself in the world I described. You have to trust me. You life depends on it. I only have three days to train you to follow my orders perfectly and without hesitation or complaint, whether verbal or in body language. Do you understand? Your defiance could cost you your life instead of just several hours of agony.” He had apparently released my voice.

“Yes Master. If I may ask Master, why do you go to these worlds? They don’t sound like they are even a part of the Federation.”

“They’re not. How do you think that technologically primitive worlds earn Protected status? The Federation Protectorate Board must be convinced that the worlds have something that is worth protecting. Every low tech world has some cultural quirk that Full members of the Federation find offensive. Don’t let yourself be fooled. The Federation, for all the races in it, is not egalitarian. Frankly, as a society, we’re bigots. We want other societies to be like us, to get rid of their quirks. My job is to see that those things that are unique in a society are not crushed by the pressure to gain membership. That federation law has to accommodate so many different legal codes is once evidence of my department’s success. There were no slavery laws in the original federation. It was my department’s work that brought the first slave societies in by finding something about them that was worth forcing the societies to purge themselves of their differences. That female coworker I mentioned. Her failure resulted in the planet she was working on being red zoned. Any vessel leaving the surface of that world will be summarily shot down by orbital defense satellites. I will not let your rebellious attitudes jeopardize my mission.”

“Master, I had no idea. I will try to be better at obedience. I don’t want to die.”

“Slave, dying is not the worst thing that could happen to you. But, I will give you a chance to shorten your punishment. If you will activate the pain sequence again, I will shorten the length of the arousal punishment by one hour for every minute over two minutes that you remain in pain. But, if you do not stay in pain for two minutes, I will let the Captain have you again, under the effects of Hydromel, with instructions to not let you cum for the duration of the punishment. What do you say?”

What a choice. Eight more hours of inescapable erotic agony or the chance to trade a minute of agony for an hour of sexual torture. But try and fail, and the erotic agony would be infinitely worse. While I knew that I could survive the next eight hours, I did not want to go through them. I decided to take a chance and try for ten minutes of pain. “Master, I would like to try to shorten my punishment.”

“Very well. Start when ever you’re ready.”

I braced myself against the wall and the bed, on the floor, took a deep breath and clasped my breasts as tightly as I could. Fire exploded in me, consuming me. I’m pretty sure I screamed, but I don’t recall it. I tried to concentrate through the agony on clenching my breasts as hard as I could, so as to not accidentally let go. I had once touched a live power cell for a second. This felt like that pain, but magnified endlessly over and over again. I was oblivious to my surroundings as the pain overwhelmed my senses and became the whole of my existence. I had gone past not being able to take it. I wasn’t even sure I could order my hands away from myself if I had tried. It just went on and on, never to end again.

When the pain stopped, it came as a jolt that was almost painful in its own way. I was covered in sweat and my muscles were all cramped. My throat was raw and I could barely make a sound when I croaked, “H..o..w l..o..n..g”

“Ten full minutes I paralyses your sphincter and bladder muscles so you wouldn’t soil the floor again. You need to work the cramps out or they will immobilize you for days.” He extended his hand down and pulled my up. I cried out in pain again, as my limbs protested having to work. He put me on the bed and massaged my muscles until the cramps were undone. When the last of the pain ebbed away, I realized that I was not aroused at all. No more Hydromel. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to put you to sleep for the rest of the night Choosing the pain showed good instinct, and how you initiated it showed intelligence. We will need both from you in the months to come. Those and a sexual appetite that is second to none.”

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Notes: 1) If you see this story anywhere but Literotica it isn’t supposed to be there. 2) Because of shorter chapters, this is being posted in chunks.

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*Eight*

Syreilla stepped through the door Ahevhethrah opened and found herself at the edge of an encampment. The elves and Magpie followed with Nali and Odos. When her grandfather stepped through he looked strangely hazy.

“What-“

“No one is supposed to notice him.” Odos shook his head, “A few do, and gods can’t help but see him, but try not to speak directly to him.”

“I can see he’s trying to hide, what I can’t see is why we’re here and not where I wanted to go.” She narrowed her eyes as a shadow passed over her father. “Don’t get murky on me, old man. I’ll step back and let you all play your games until there are no moves left but to let me do what I see should be done.”

“Please don’t.” Magpie put his hand on her shoulder. “Whatever you see I hope it involves sparing the elves.”

“It does. I’m going to break the huntress’ hold on her people and send them running.”

“I don’t know if you can.” One of the elves shook his head and Magpie snorted.

“Solchion, if anyone could, it would be the Rook.”

“If our gods couldn’t…” The elf he’d called Solchion looked up and took a breath. “We should let our people know we’ve returned.”

“I’ll need to speak to your gods. I wanted to go home first but if I’m already here, I suppose I could get it over with.” Syr waved away the elves’ baffled expressions, “They don’t like me. I imagine more than one of them celebrated on hearing I’d been pushed in the lake. Stealing their stones put me in their bad graces.”

“You didn’t steal all of them.” Odos grinned.

“I didn’t have to, but I would have if they hadn’t been reasonable and done what I wanted them to do.” She put on a wide mirthless smile and he covered his face.

“They’ll take back every insult they gave you if you can steal their stones now, my little rook.”

“The huntress has them?”

“They were persuaded to gather them together, to consolidate their power. Either they were betrayed or-“

Syreilla held up her hand and tilted her head. “One, that’s idiotic to put them all in one place, and two… it was the elf whore wasn’t it?” It wasn’t really a question. The memory of the glimpse she’d had of the elven goddess’ enjoyment in deception and harm flashed like lightning across her mind’s eye illuminating fragments of events for the briefest of moments. “The huntress intended to take me somewhere, she just saw a better place to strike on the shore of the black lake. The rest of the elf gods can wait, I need to speak to Nimphon.” She made a face and added, “Without going back to his lake.”

“I can find Finwion and get his permission for you to talk to him. There are a few other things I need to see to as well.” Odos glanced at Ahevhethrah who offered his hand. “Wait here, Syreilla.”

“It’ll give me a chance to get my Nali settled in somewhere and to make it clear any elf being rude to her will be treated like an elf being rude to me.”

“I’ll make sure no one is rude to her.” Magpie held out his hand to the dwarf. “You can stay with my family.”

“You have a family, Magpie?” Syr smiled at him and tilted her head. “Introduce me.”

“The world went mad, Syreilla. I want you to promise you’ll be on your best behavior if I introduce you.”

“Done.” She grinned and followed along behind Nali.

As they approached a cluster of tents a familiar-looking woman came rushing out with a smile to embrace Magpie chattering away in elvish.

“My dove, my sister, and our guest don’t speak Elvish.” Magpie grinned, “Syreilla, this is my wife, Amtalia. Our daughter, Belthamdir Camaenien, is-“

“Syreilla?” The familiar voice didn’t sound pleased. “You shouldn’t allow her around Belthamdir.” Tirnel Acharnion emerged from a tent with a sour look on his face. “And she brought a dwarf?”

“This is why you made me promise to be on my best behavior. You get one warning, Tirnel. Insult my Nali and I-“

“Please.” A human came out of another tent in the cluster. “Syreilla, there will be no insults. Matters have been hard enough and he doesn’t understand.”

She tilted her head as she looked at him with one eye and then the other. His hair was short and his face was lined, with her good eye she could see that hardship had made him look older than his years. “Edun?”

The man’s face broke into a familiar smile, “You remember me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to look in on you, I was in-“

“You were imprisoned. I know.” Edun looked at Nali and blinked, “Your priestess is still a child.”

“Yes. Are you still-“

“I serve Ahevhethrah. He will allow me to look after your Nali and teach her if you wish.”

“I’d like that. I was never any good at priesting. Who do I need to visit about your hardships?”

“No one needs to be burned on my behalf.” He smiled again. “But I would like for this war to end.”

“I’ll do afyon escort my best.”

“Priestess?” Nali tapped her leg with a frown, “I thought Baduil…”

The bird began to make a sound like laughter, perched on a tent top.

“He’s as bad at priesting as I am. He’s a good friend though.” She grinned as the bird started to preen. Another lightning flash like a premonition illuminated the events in motion around the girl. “Someday, I hope not soon, you’ll have the choice. You can stand under my banner as my priestess and tell the gods you won’t break and you won’t run, or you can walk away and go back to a different life in the mines, the life your mother wanted for you.”

Nali’s bearded chin came up. “I’m a dwarf, Lady Rook. We don’t break and we don’t run.”

Beaming, Syreilla bent to press her face to the dwarf girl’s, “No, we don’t.”

Tirnel was looking at her oddly when she straightened. “You’re not a dwarf.”

“My mother might have had a little bit in her. King Adevalor’s daughter-“

The elf started saying something in his tongue and it sounded like cursing.

“Father!” Magpie grinned, “I didn’t think you approved of that kind of language.”

“I had forgotten that there were dwarves in that line!”

“If I’d known as a mortal, I’d have been ecstatic. As it is, it gives me more of a reason to hang around the mines.” She gave Nali an impish grin and the dwarf laughed.

“Come in and have a meal.” Amtalia looked a little nervous but she gestured toward a tent.

Glancing down at Nali, Syr murmured reassuringly, “Their waybread is terrible, but the mead cakes are nice. The dried fish was edible, too.”

“We don’t have any mead cakes.” Tirnel had begun to study her, “You said you aren’t a mortal?”

“Syreilla Acharnion,” the name tasted as bitter as it always had, “was split in two. Into the mortal half, Syreilla Hammersworn, the half-elf who went back to her husband in the mine, and the divine half, Syreilla the Rook, who chose to go with Vezar Edra, the Undying.”

His brow furrowed. “I was right, you’re not my daughter.”

She tilted her head and studied him, part of him was relieved and another part ached as if he’d lost a child.

“Odos gave a blessing at a particular moment of my conception. I was born mortal, the daughter of Tirnel Acharnion and Lady Esryn of Addan, but because of his blessing, I was also his. Most of his children become gifted thieves or poets, I became more. You had nearly two hundred years to claim Syreilla Acharnion,” she tried not to grimace at the name, “and you refused. Syreilla Hammersworn has died and been given to the dwarf gods. I welcome those who want to claim their kinship with me but I don’t know why you would choose to do so now.”

“Perhaps I’ve changed.”

“I’ll give you the chance to prove it to me. This is one of your dwarvish grandchildren. The daughter of Syreilla Hammersworn’s youngest son.”

The elf went pale and Nali cleared her throat. “Adopted. He adopted me. His son is younger than I am.”

“Clan Hammersworn doesn’t make the distinction and neither do I.”

The girl laughed and reached up to squeeze her hand for a moment. “Lady Rook sounds better than Aunt Rook.”

“Aunt Syreilla might be nice too.” Glancing up, she realized she was getting a few baffled looks. “As far as Clan Hammersworn is concerned, I’m the sister of Syreilla Hammersworn.”

“How many children did she have?” Tirnel held open a tent flap. “I never saw her or heard from her again after she robbed me and burned down my house.”

“She had three, two sons and a daughter.” Syr stepped into the tent with Nali and waited until the others had joined her. Being enclosed with so many people in a small space made her nervous but before she could say anything, Edun opened the flap and tied it. “Thank you, Edun. And Tirnel? You stole from her dwarves. If you weren’t her kin she’d have done worse to you.”

“She nearly burned my son alive.” The elf scowled. “And I had demanded recompense for the murder of my father and Dolthidir Uilos. It was refused.”

“Vezar killed Dolthidir after he tried to murder us, before we were split into two parts. Kaduil killed Olthon because he gave the order to have us murdered. You don’t get to demand-“

“That was what the master of that wretched mine said.”

“It’s the truth as far as I know it. I am sorry the old elf is dead. I could have liked him if we’d met under different circumstances.”

“Then why did you…” He stopped and took a breath.

“Why did we overpower him and escape? Because he intended Vezar harm. We left him, and all of you, alive because he was family. It was his duty to make certain you didn’t all die in the night, so we let you live.”

Tirnel blinked.

“We were more than capable of murdering you all in your sleep. A few wards, a little dragon’s fire… You should be aware that the choice to let you live was made. Family, even if they’re horrible, even if they hate you, it means aydın escort something to me.”

She sighed. “If whatever sneaky thing was on that lump of metal hadn’t made us shudder at the thought of touching it, we’d have taken it along and thrown it in a lake. We left it on him and took your horses. If we’d taken the time to think and found a way to get rid of it, maybe things would have gone differently.”

“But you burned the house with Kwes inside it.” Amtalia looked at her curiously.

“That was Hammersworn, we had been separated at that point, and I can promise you she didn’t know he was there. If she’d known, she’d have scooped him up and taken him to the mine. She’d never met an elf who was good to her without having a sneaky reason. Leaving our brother with those she believed would be cruel to him would never have happened if she’d known he was there.”

“But you’ve met good elves now?” Tirnel smiled faintly.

“I’ve met two that I liked and a few that I almost like. Sometimes I take a little time to warm up to people.”

“So does Belthamdir sometimes.” Magpie grinned. “She reminds me of you. When she looks at you with a certain sour expression you expect to see flames in the depths of her eyes.”

Syreilla laughed and gave him a warm smile, “How old is she?”

“Fifteen, but… she’s aging a little more slowly than I did. She’s taking after the elf side of the family more.”

“I still looked like a human eight-year-old at that age, I grew in bursts. When I turned twenty-five I finally looked like a fifteen-year-old.” She gave him a grin as he blinked. “It annoyed the old man, he would grumble that I was growing on purpose after he bought me clothes.”

“I’m sorry,” Tirnel whispered.

As she looked over in surprise, she realized his eyes had filled with tears, “Why?”

“I should have claimed you and taken you away from her. Your mother was lovely but I grew bored of her after a short time. I walked away rather than be tied to her for a few decades. I trusted that you’d be raised in a noble house. If I’d taken you away…”

“I’d be a very different person. The dwarves say it takes the weight of the world to make a diamond, the finer the stone the more weight it bore. I wouldn’t have become the Golden Rook, I might have become a songbird or something else entirely. Not many of Odos’ children have a talent for magic like I have.”

“Father would have been giddy to have raised you in his house.” Tirnel took a breath and offered her a smile, “You’d have been his student from the moment he saw your gifts.”

“He said I’d have been easy to train but I doubt he’d have sent me to learn from Zylius when I was fiftyish and I’d already been sent to learn from a few others in exchange for jobs done.”

The elf winced. “He sent a child to sadistic human mages?”

“I hit a burst at thirty-two and I passed for almost twenty among the humans.”

“Father would never have sent you to a sadistic mage. Once you were an adult he might have allowed you to visit with someone reasonable to learn but… You’d have been well-trained and able to defend yourself from them.”

“I would have enjoyed learning from him.” She studied him for a moment with her good eye, hearing that had made him feel more at peace. “If Belthamdir has any talent I can-“

Amtalia whispered something urgently in elvish and Tirnel grinned, lifting his hand. “Even if she did, magic has been… those who were once able to use it, they say it’s been dried up. The only mages who have any left to use are those who serve the human goddess of war.”

Syreilla put on a wide, mad grin, “I may be able to do something about that but I won’t make promises yet.”

“I didn’t have any trouble with the wards in the mine.” Nali looked at the elf curiously.

“The air is wetter there, my Nali. Magic pools in the mines, or it used to. The dwarves don’t use it often.”

Tirnel’s eyes widened and then he broke into a sly smile much like his father’s. “Does it? How fortunate your priestess is a dwarf.”

“Don’t. I could have liked Olthon, but I didn’t. He was only kind because he wanted something from me, not because he cared about me in the slightest. If you behave that way toward me or my Nali, someday I’ll be saying the same of you, Tirnel.”

The look vanished from his face and he inclined his head. “Forgive me. I’ve wronged you enough in your life. I hope…”

“I thought the same thing when she said it.” Nali shrugged. “We have something you need and you’re hurting. When Father talks about Grandmother, Syreilla Hammersworn, he tells stories about how she would talk about her thieving, she’d say ‘It isn’t really stealing to take from those who have too much if you spend your money in the bad parts of town.'” The dwarf girl grinned as the elf smiled at her.

“It’s practically charity.” Syr spread her hands with an innocent expression. “Dwarves are usually good about looking after their own. We never felt the need to, ah, be charitable ağrı escort in the mines.”

Tirnel laughed softly. “I remember that Batran always looked out for you.”

“He did. Being bought off the headsman’s block was one of the luckiest days of my life. It hurts sometimes, knowing it’s no longer my home.” She mentally ran her fingers over the tangled and knotted threads in her mind. “I need to go back to my dragon and find out what’s happened. His threads are tangled.”

“Threads?” Nali frowned.

“I can explain it to you.” The elf exhaled as he studied her. “Dwarvish grandchildren. I will make mistakes, Nali. I made many with my children. Can you be patient with me?”

“As long as you’re patient with me.” Nali rubbed her beard with a smile, “Father says I get into more trouble than he did as a child. My family before him used to punish me for everything, whether I did it or not, because they thought I probably had.”

“I’ll see if your Grandfather Odos will teach you how to talk yourself out of trouble when you get caught.” Syreilla grinned at her, “He’s good at it but he used to tell us-“

“Stop getting caught!” Magpie grinned. “It’s less helpful advice than he seemed to think.”

“You have to ask him how he would have done things and then he’ll talk for hours about the different ways it could have been approached. When you learn how to get him talking you can learn a lot from the old man.”

“I’m surprised you wanted him to talk for so long. He said you couldn’t sit still. You had to have something to do with your hands.”

“Father was that way.” Tirnel sat up straighter, “He would toy with something small or,” he steepled his fingers and began tapping them, “play with his hands.”

“I do that.” Syr pointed at his steepled fingers. “It helps me think.”

She caught herself returning his warm smile. “You have changed, and I’m glad, Tirnel.”

“You’ve changed too, Syreilla.”

“I have.”

Before she could say more, Edun cleared his throat gently, “Lady Rook? They need you to come out of the tent. Your grandfather is ready to take you to see the clever boy.”

“We’ll talk more.” She inclined her head to Tirnel and gave Nali a reassuring smile. “You should be safe enough here and I’ll be back soon. Be as polite as they are. If they’re rude make sure you get their names.” Syr grinned at Edun’s look of exasperation. “No one fucks with mine twice. I just need to be made aware. If you gave me a list of names I would work my way down it, dear one.”

“I have a list.” Magpie grinned. “It’s a short list, I dealt with most of them myself.”

“I’ll get it from you when I get back.”

Coming to her feet she stepped out of the tent and let her hazy-looking grandfather open a door for her. Finwion’s clearing looked wildly different, there were ragged cloth tents and rope bridges in the trees. With her good eye, she noticed the movements and shadows, small people hiding and darting between the trees and tents with elvish skill. She made her way through, looking around, and saw a figure slumped and staring at her as it leaned against the base of a tree.

His large eyes looked reddened and dull and he wore a hood tied beneath his chin. Syreilla approached with a frown and one of the small figures leapt out of hiding, brandishing a paring knife. Turning her head from side to side she realized the tiny, dirty figure was a child. Boy or girl was impossible to tell with their close-cropped hair mostly hidden by their hood and their ragged clothing gave no indication either.

She crouched and tilted her head as the child looked confused. Finwion breathed a laugh and made a flapping gesture with his arms.

Baduil burst into the clearing with a loud cawing and a great deal of flapping. He took a place on a limb above them to adjust his ruffled feathers.

“I thought you would stay with Nali.”

The raven gave her a look of pure annoyance.

“Forgive me, dear one. I’ll remember to bring you with me next time or to tell you to stay.”

The child demanded attention by waving the knife and Syr shook her head pulling the spare boot knife out of her sleeve where she’d put it to carry it. “If you’re going to threaten me, at least use a dwarven knife. They cut better.”

She offered it hilt first and the child stepped back to give Finwion a baffled look. The large-eyed elf was smiling faintly. He gestured between them and the child looked incredulous.

“I’m Syreilla the Rook. Finwion is a friend of mine. I won’t harm him or you, little one, unless he gives me permission.”

The elf snorted and waggled a finger at her. She crouch-walked closer and the child leapt back.

“I need to speak with you. It was the one you wouldn’t let me burn, wasn’t it? That convinced everyone to put their stones in one place? And then she took them to the huntress?”

He exhaled loudly and gave a curt nod.

“Can you go speak to Nimphon for me? I don’t want to go near that lake again but I need to talk to him.”

Finwion gave her an almost doting smile before he shook his head no.

“You’re afraid of the black lake?” The child inched forward giving her a look of distrust.

“I got pushed into it! It was twenty years before someone pulled me out. You wouldn’t want to go near it either.”

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The witch Danae sobbed in fear and exhaustion as the portal began to form behind her. Her pursuer was relentless and determined, and worse yet, immensely powerful. He stepped through the portal, glorious in his strength and potency, his naked, muscular frame bathed in glowing blue light and his manhood rampant and rigid before him, like some great curved scimitar.

She summoned strength from her fast-fading vestiges of power and opened a series of portals. The first sent her to a dark world of weird green and blue lights, the harsh, acidic air burning her very skin. Without pausing to take a breath- which would have been a bad decision at any rate- she stepped through her second portal, finding herself on the surface of an angry ocean, however briefly: the water was shockingly cold.

She somehow managed to make it back to the surface and half-swim/half-dive through the next portal and landed in hot, deep sand. She stumbled to her feet and lurched through her final portal, and collapsed on a green sward, utterly spent.

For several long minutes all she could do was try to contain the fire in her lungs. When she could finally raise herself to her elbows, she looked around her. She was lying in a field of deep grass, surrounded by a narrow fringe of woods. Beyond that rose huge buildings of stone and glass, dozens of stories high and more. A high-tech world, she realized with dawning horror.

She reached out for lines of power, and felt next to nothing. She had never been on a world that had less magical focus. And she had never had her own reserves of power so desperately low- as empty as this world.

If her pursuer caught her now, she would be worse than helpless before him. She knew she had thrown him off for the moment, but it was only a matter of time before he tracked her down.

She had to regenerate her power- and there was only one way- the oldest, most ancient way. And luckily for her, it was her favorite method, too.

There were people at the far edge of the park- a group of men playing some sort of game involving throwing head-sized, pointed balls at each other, and she immediately started off in that direction.

She wore a thin green linen tunic, belted by a simple golden rope, with matching sandals. Her hair was dark and wavy at present, and her body was long, lithe and athletic. Her vivid green eyes were slightly slanted above high, sharp cheekbones, and her lips were full and luscious.

The men paused as she neared, and she smiled warmly at them. Her normal gait was graceful and sensuous, and she deliberately accentuated that further with the sway of her hips. One of the men called something out, the language wholly unfamiliar to her, but the lusty content of the call was obvious to her, and she smiled further.

There were four men present, all young and virile. This could work out nicely, she thought. She walked directly up to the one that first smiled back at her, the tallest of the lot, with curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. His eyes widened in surprise as without pausing she threw her arms around him and kissed him passionately, but he began to respond almost immediately, his arms moving to circle her narrow waist. She intercepted his right hand and redirected it to her left tit, which he quickly began stoking. Her hand dipped down to caress his crotch, and she was pleased to feel his response as he rapidly stiffened in her fingers.

She stole a glance at his companions- she would need them as well. They were staring in rapt amazement, and she smiled lasciviously at them as she knelt down. She pulled the curly-headed man’s short, thin pants-like garment down around his knees and immediately engulfed his still rising cock in her mouth. He moaned aloud in passion and both hands gripped her head as his own arched back.

Without disengaging herself from the now fully hard rod in her mouth, Danae straightened her legs and thrust her ass out as the other men moved closer for a better look. She was almost instantly rewarded with a hand stroking the firm globes of her buttocks, and she felt the thin material of her tunic lifted away. Within seconds the head of a nice, firm rod was thrust between her nether lips, and her body began swaying in rhythm with the plowing thrusts.

She normally liked to take her good sweet time with a nice, hard cock, but time was of the essence, and so she quickly and expertly brought the cock adana escort in her mouth to frothing ejaculation. Long, hot streams of sticky semen jetted deep into her throat as the man behind her began to speed up his pace.

With the first gush of orgasm, her powers were recharging. Without real thought or effort, she cast the spell that let her understand the excited jabber of the men around her.

“Damn, she is tight!” the man now pumping frantically into her from behind was grunting. “And so…fucking…wet!”

“Stick it to her, Bill!” Shouted another, a short man with a thick mustache. But he gulped in apparent surprise as he caught her eye and waived him to her front end. He nervously responded to her summons, nearly staggering to her, like a frightened rabbit in the presence of a snake. She clawed at the sting-tie that held his strange pants up.

His cock was short and fat, but extremely hard, and she cupped his balls as she gently slurped him into her mouth. Behind her, Bill had lost all his coordination as he began frantically thrusting inside her. When he came, he nearly fell across her back.

She glanced at the fourth man, but he was already stroking himself inside his shorts, his attention on the bared man-flesh present instead of at her. She shrugged with regret, but pulled off the cock in her mouth and guided the man onto the ground, quickly and gracefully straddling him.

As she writhed atop the mustached man, she saw her first lover hovering nearby eagerly. “Hey, stud,” She said to him in a husky, seductive voice. “Are you up to a second time around?”

The curly haired man nodded vigorously and nearly ran to her, thrusting his semi-flaccid cock forward, making it wobble erratically. She laughed in delight at the sight and caught the head deftly between her thick , luscious lips. She ground down on the cock in her pussy as she brought the one in her mouth to full hardness again. When the man beneath her began jerking spasmodically and pumping her honey-box full of jism, she milked him dry with her love-muscles, then deftly guided the curly-headed man to the ground beside him. She swapped mounts in a single, smooth motion and twisted to face Bill.

“I haven’t tasted that one yet.” She said, nodding at his still stiff prong.

Bill grinned and stepped forward. “I thought you were never going to ask.”

Danae reached down with her left hand and began gently kneading the cock of the mustached man, who had fallen back in the grass in sated bliss, already preparing for her next sorely needed round. She ground and clenched and milked with her cunt-muscles and the man beneath her gasped and came again. She moaned gustily around the cock in her mouth as she finally reached her own first orgasm.

Pulling off the meat in her mouth, she threw her head back and laughed as she felt her power building. She had a long, long way to go to reach anywhere near her full power, but she was no longer helpless. She touched the cock in front of her face and let a bit of power flow through her fingers, and Bill shouted out loud in ecstasy as he spurted his come forth unexpectedly, long, white ropes coating Danae’s face and neck.

A relatively short time later she was walking out of the park, leaving three happily grinning men languishing in spent exhaustion in the grass. She used a small portion of her power to clean up as she left the park, and decided to change her hair to red and go a bit more voloptouous- adding a few inches to her bust an hips as she sashayed down the street.

Amplified music from an open doorway with a brightly glowing sign above it drew her to enter, and she entered what was obviously a restaurant and bar. The music was blaring loudly from a brightly glowing machine, the beat throbbing and the singer yelling about what “I like about you”.

There were about a dozen people present, but a big, ruggedly handsome man immediately caught her eye. “Can I buy you a drink?” He asked with a smile.

“You can do anything you’d like for me.” She said, smiling back.

His eyebrows raised with interest. “Really, now? My name’s Rick- this is my place. Beer or wine?”

She shrugged. “I’ll have whatever you’re having, Rick. And I’m Danae.”

“That’s different. I like it.” He said, his eyes roving down the considerable cleavage displayed as she leaned forward to take a stool.

“You do? How much ankara escort do you like it, Rick?”

Rick’s tongue flicked out to lip his lips. “Um, you want to go upstairs? I have private rooms up there.”

She let her eyes travel slowly up and down his body. “Sure.”

He grabbed her ass as they went through the back door that led to the stairs, and she turned and embraced him. They kissed passionately as their hands roamed each others’ body, then he reached out and ripped her tunic off, tossing it to the floor as he buried his head between her breasts.

He twisted her around and pushed her up the stairs with a growl, and a rough hand slapped her full ass as she reached the top of the stairs. He pinned her against the wall and groped roughly at her tits with one hand as he pulled her head back with a handful of hair.

“You’re a hot little fucking slut, aint you?” He growled and kissed her roughly. She responded with passion to match his, and his shirt was ripped open in turn. Her head dipped forward and she took his nipple roughly between her teeth. He yelped in surprise, then shoved her back against the wall hard.

“Oh, no. Daddy’s calling the shots here, little girl.” He half knelt to treat her tit with the same rough attention she had shown him. His hand thrust down between her legs and fondled her roughly.

“God damn- you’re dripping wet! You like it rough, huh, honey?”

She grinned back at him with naked hunger. “I like it anyway I can get it, ‘Daddy’. Are you going to give it to me good?”

He growled again in response, and grabbing her by the arm he shoved her to the ground of the hallway. “You’re fucking-A right, bitch. You’re going to get it real good.’

He raised her hips up off the floor and propped her hips at an angle he liked, then yanked his pants down. He had a massively thick tool, long and brutally thick, and he teased her ass cheeks with it, obviously trying to instill fear. “Feel that baby? This monster cock is going to tear you up tonight.

“Then give it to me, ‘Daddy’.” She breathed huskily.

If she was trying to provoke him, it worked. With a single thrust he shoved himself inside her cunt to the hilt. He groaned in ecstasy and she echoed him loudly and with as much animal intensity.

He reached around her and mauled her tits savagely with one hand, and dug his fingers into the soft flesh of his ass with the other as he plumbed her depths with long, violent strokes. He came in a couple of dozen fierce thrusts and she simultaneously moaned and laughed in pleasure. With a snarl he yanked her up savagely by the hair and brought her spinning around onto her knees facing him.

“Now lick me clean, bitch!” He commanded, and she eagerly obeyed, somehow taking the whole monstrous length easily into her throat. Her magical talents never let him soften in the least, and in a surprisingly short time he felt his knees go weak as he came again. But she didn’t relent, milking him further and further until he heard himself whimper.

The sound of his own weakness enraged him, and he physically threw her back down the hall. “You’re good, baby-girl. You’re goddammed good. Now I want some of that nice little ass of yours.”

If he expected her to cower, he was disappointed- in a flash she spun herself onto her hands and knees, thrusting her derriere up at him and shaking it enticingly.

He growled again. “Allright, bitch. Here it comes, then.” Without preparation or lubrication, he tore at her with his mammoth tool, forcing himself into the tight sphincter with sheer brute force. When he was in to the hilt, he threw his head back and howled, and he smacked her ass hard with a resounding slap.

Then he realized with shock that she was actually thrusting back onto him, and when he smacked her again she moaned in pleasure. He’d just come twice in quick succession, and he should be able to pump her hot little ass for a good hour before coming again, but when she reached back between her legs and lightly touched his nut-sack, he felt the tingle of another orgasm building relentlessly.

He remembered shouting out loud as he spend himself deep inside her bowels, then he didn’t remember anything else until he woke next morning, laying naked in the hallway at the top of the stairs.

Danae decided to go dirty, curly blonde for the next little bit, inspired by a poster on a billboard adıyaman escort that she passed as she progressed down the street. To match the poster, she made herself waspishly thin except for her tits, which she made almost ridiculously huge and round. She changed her eyes to blue and altered the planes of her face to sharp angles.

Within a block, a black and white vehicle with odd markings pulled alongside the curb and a man in a uniform quickly stepped out. “Ma’am? Ms. Anderson? I- uh- I don’t know if it’s safe for you to be walking around alone in this part of town after dark. Especially dressed like that. Are your bodyguards close by? Or are you- are you filming something right now?” The man looked around, suddenly nervous. “I didn’t mean to mess up your shoot or anything….”

Danae laughed lightly. “No, no. You’re not messing anything up. And I seem to have lost my bodyguards. Maybe you can take me somewhere….safe?”

The cops eyes rounded in surprise. “Ma’am?” He looked closely into her eyes and confirmed what he thought he saw there. “Um, I uh….. I mean, sure.” He opened the door of the vehicle, and she daintily entered the vehicle, brushing his arm with her tits as she did.

He scurried over to the other side of the vehicle and got behind the controls, taking off quickly. “Look- is there somewhere I can take you?”

She smiled and dropped a hand over into his lap. “Oh, anywhere we can be alone would suit me just fine.”

A few minutes later they were parked in a vacant lot and her head was bobbing up and down over his cock. He threw his head back and moaned. “Oh, god, Pamela. This is fantastic. You give the world’s best fucking head.”

She pulled off him, her right hand pumping his glistening shaft furiously as she kissed him passionately. “You’re a good kisser, Danny. With a nice cock, too.”

“Man, the guys are never going to believe this. Uh- not that I’d tell them, or anything.”

She grinned naughtily. “Why not? I’m going to tell my friends all about you!”

Her mouth returned to its duties, and he returned to moaning for awhile. She worked him delicately and passionately for a long while, bringing him to the very edge time and time again before backing him off with the touch of a finger-tip.

Finally, she let him come, plunging her head all the way down till her nose was buried in his pubic hair, milking him with her throat until he spurted what seemed like a couple of quarts of come down her gullet.

He let out a last long, groan as she licked her way all the way back to the tip of his cock, her tongue rimming the crown of his head softly. “You going to return the favor for me now, Danny? ” She asked. “I need to feel your tongue all over my hot, sweet pussy.”

“I’m afraid Danny’s all done for the night.” The voice said from behind her, deep and powerful. She felt Danny go unnaturally stiff all through his body.

She felt a chill go through her. Her pursuer had caught her: she’d gotten sloppy and carried away with her pleasure.

She exited the vehicle and faced him bravely. “I almost made it.” She said with a sigh.

He nodded, then gestured. She felt herself rise in the air, no longer in control of her own body, and her legs spread without her control. He grinned evilly as he levitated her slowly and relentlessly onto his titanic member.

She closed her eyes and shivered as he took her. With casual waves of his hand, he moved her back and forth, fucking her forcefully without moving a muscle except that flick of his wrist. Inevitably, she felt the pleasure building up inside her. She felt her knees draw up to her chin, and when he twisted his hand slightly she spun entirely around in the air, still impaled on his cock. She was spinning faster and faster, and sliding up and down the length of him, and she began a low, animal humming noise that ended with a shriek of pleasure as she came violently. He released her slightly, and she scissored her legs with pleasure as he too came, pumping her full with his semi-divine come.

She leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck in exhaustion. “OK, ok- you win the bet. But if I didn’t screw up you would have never caught me in time to win. So what now?”

He laughed deeply as he moved them through the dimensions to his palace in the plane of Chaos. “Don’t play stupid. The winner got to choose who was what for the next week.”

She sighed, already starting to change herself. “And let me guess: to start things off you want me to be a big blue-skinned Hrassan Barbarian with a twelve inch cock, right?”

He grinned as he morphed into the form of a young virgin priestess with long blonde braids. “Ah, you do know me so well, Cousin.”

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It was pouring down when we got out of the taxi, the wet asphalt reflecting the club’s neon lights as the colours of a spoiled rainbow. It represented the place and my life perfectly; a distorted paradise. Above the entrance, the “7 deadly sins” sign glowed in its usual red, the colour of fire and hell, because make no mistake, whoever had a membership here was on a sure path to inferno, mistress leading the way.

She wasn’t fond of the rain and didn’t see the beauty in it.

“I hate this foking English weather,” she cursed prodding her long legs forward, out of the car into the cold, wet December air. Just looking at her graceful features one would never have thought that this goddess swore like a well-educated sailor.

I didn’t know which part of South Africa she was from; she didn’t like to talk about that part of her life, but I’m guessing it must have been the sunnier side as she absolutely despised rain. “Come on pretty little thing.” She pulled on the leash that was attached to my black diamanté collar, adding, “We don’t want to ruin your hair and makeup before due time.”

The club’s entrance was mere steps away so there was no real danger of getting soaked in the freezing winter rain, but after that hint my panties were a different matter altogether. I looked up to her, my eyes filled with hope. Even in my six inches heels she towered above me, only because she was so very fond of her lace-up black stiletto boots.

She gave me a quick vacant stare. She could be described as a typical cold beauty, with platinum blonde locks — now tied in a messy but somehow still elegant ponytail – and eyes of misty mornings. Her nude lipstick concealed her narrow lips almost completely, as if she didn’t need a mouth and everyone was expected to just read her mind. She had chosen big heavy crystal earrings and matching necklace to further distract and intimidate whoever dared to feast their eyes on her. Just like that, noticing her sealed, frozen lips, hope whizzed out of me and I looked away as I was expected to.

It seemed like tonight wouldn’t be the night that I would get my old life back. and that my punishment was to continue. Seven long months, and all for one silly mistake; I was really starting to become desperate and grow resentful towards her. As much as I loved her and loved being owned by her, deep inside I was a free spirit and I’d been locked up for far too long.

She didn’t have to tell her name to the bouncers; they greeted her by it and one of them crossed us off the list on his phone. They must be used to all sort of kinky shenanigans and outfits but he still stared at my studded cat ears and his eyes lingered on my assets for a few seconds.

“Mmm,” I purred at him cheekily. I wasn’t fond of big beefy, double wardrobe type men, but I’d been starving for a nice big cock for too long and I couldn’t have cared less what it was attached to anymore.

Mistress again pulled on my leash. “You’ll be punished for that later,” she scolded.

“Ba-ad kitty.” The bouncer smirked, shaking his head teasingly, which just made me want him even more. I wanted to put on the brakes, dig my heels into the red carpeted floor and tell him what this bad kitty wanted to do to him – but I was already in enough trouble as it was.

The word decadent didn’t do the place justice on any given night, but now with all the festive decorations it was surreally beautiful — whomever was in charge had gone so far as to change the wallpaper on the walls. Before, it was something dark and a bit gothic; now the silver-glittered patterns sparkled against the white background like freshly fallen snow. They went with a silver and white theme this year and the rest of the decorations echoed these colours of innocence. The shift in atmosphere that this caused was in scandalous contrast to the club’s purpose, but then that was obviously the very aim.

After handing over our coats to the staff we headed to the main ballroom. My little red cocktail dress didn’t leave much to the imagination and, as we entered, all eyes turned upon us. Larissa was well known in these circles and people were rushing to greet her, and as usual she never bothered to introduce me to anyone. I was just her pet, her accessory. I didn’t mind it at first but now, after so many months, it had begun to feel humiliating.

I kept myself busy looking at the Christmas tree, the biggest I had ever seen in my life. I tried not to think about how many woodland creatures had lost their homes when it had zeytinburnu escort been cut. There was a smaller room, adjacent to the big dance hall, separated only by three large archways. A long table ran throughout its full length, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth, silver cutlery, more different kinds of alcohol than could ever be thought of and a buffet dinner that, from where I stood, seemed to consist mostly of seafood dishes. Posh and all that, but give me a burger any time over fancy oysters and caviar; I hoped they at least had some pigs in blankets. The champagne, however, was out of this world — it tasted like a basket of summer berries from a hilltop where the sun shines stronger, ripening them to perfection. It lit up little sparkles on my skin and in my brain as the tiny bubbles coursed through my veins, tickling me inside like miniature bouncy balls. The club’s waitresses were patrolling the room, balancing flutes of this nectar on small glitter trays. They wore nothing but barely-there thongs, revealing almost their entire bodies to the hungry eyes of the patrons.

Mistress had been in an animated chat with a man in a silver suit; he had casually reached for a few glasses of bubbly and placed them into our hands, while at the same time tucking his other hand under the waitress’s string and stroking her mound with the backs of his fingers. She gyrated her hips provocatively and whispered something into his ear, carefully balancing the tray as she leaned forward. Whatever she said earned her a big grin on his lips, but then he turned back to Larissa and asked if we’d like to have a few bites. We walked over to the table; he pulled a chair out for Mistress but left me standing.

“Ohh, she can’t sit anyway,” she giggled, lifting up my dress to reveal revealing my cute stripy cat-tail and its associated butt plug hiding between my ass cheeks.

“Nice,” he remarked with a grin.

“You better just kneel on the floor, kitten,” she instructed me. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but I was used to it. I curled my legs under myself and sat there in a sideways pose between the two of them as they chatted away in Afrikaans. I was given a few bites from her hand, sweet chilli shrimps, salmon bites on brioche rolls, some melt-in-the-mouth chicken tikka skewers and for dessert – because she knew how much I liked fruit, – a few honeyed figs and a miniature blood orange tartlet.

“More.” I looked up at her, begging with the honest desire of a hungry kitten. With my face-painted button nose and whiskers, I imagined myself as irresistibly cute. She handed me a few more figs and let me lick the honey off her fingers. I curled my soft tongue around her long sexy fingers and purred contentedly. I put my paws on her chair and rubbed my tits against her thighs. She let me suck her digits while she was looking at the man behind me with narrowed eyes and a gleeful pout.

Now with my stomach full, my other more pressing needs were rising rapidly. Unable to fight the urge I teased her, kissing her beautiful, fishnet clad legs, working my way up, smelling the scent of her arousal while others watched; this was one of her favourite things to do. I was there to serve her and everybody else she chose to entertain; I was to pleasure numerous women and men with my mouth while always wearing a plug in my butt and my pussy to make these parts absolutely off limits to everyone. It had been my punishment for the last seven months, because I “had gone too far” with a particular… erm… I guess we could call it a gangbang. “I’m not sure how I feel about you fucking so many men in one night,” she had said.

Instead of completely removing us from the scene and giving up coming to ‘Seven’, she chose to tease me and punish me in this very cruel way. I assumed she got off on torturing me and enjoyed the thrill of others lusting after me and using me.

She suddenly pulled me up by my collar, my elbows resting on her chair between her thighs and looking deep into my eyes she said on a serious tone. “I want to give you an early Christmas present, kitten. I stop your punishment for a day. For 24 hours, we will do whatever you want to do.” It was completely unexpected and I was lost for words and for a minute or two I was lost for ideas too. Then the kinky fantasies slowly came alive and wiggled and snaked their way back into my dirty mind.

“Anything?” I grinned mischievously.

“Yes,” she sighed, rolling her eyes in mock disapproval. beylikdüzü escort “If you want to take home a whole football team, we will do that. Or a dominant couple, or whatever you wish.”

In a flash the fancy Christmas decorations blurred into an insignificant smudge and my eyes focused on all the beautiful faces and bodies surrounding me. I had almost forgotten how amazing it felt to be on the prowl, to be in control at least for a while. My heart started drumming inside my chest, completely out of sync with the club’s Christmas dance tracks.

“Go on, be greedy – this is the ‘Seven deadly sins’ after all,” she giggled.

“I love you,” I blurted out. It wasn’t the first time I told her those words, but I didn’t remember saying it recently.

“I love you too,” she replied dreamily. “Sorry that I have been selfish and jealous for a while. I’m very lucky to have you.” She stroked my face, being careful not to smudge my drawn-on whiskers. “I don’t want to lose you.”

She wouldn’t have lost me over this, of course. Yes, I had become a bit resentful lately, but only because this wasn’t the arrangement that we had agreed on when we met. I wasn’t a service slave and I wasn’t a lesbian. I needed to have a nice pounding from time to time and she knew that. If we were a normal vanilla couple, I wouldn’t have had a problem even to stay monogamous, but after you tasted the apple from Eden you’d always lust after it.

“You know what I want,” I purred.

We moved back to the main hall and sipped a bit more champagne while looking for possible candidates.

Normally no nudity and sex were allowed in the ballroom, but this was a private affair with less than a hundred members and people were losing their clothes at a dizzying rate and all kinds of kinky goings-on were beginning to take place. I spotted the couple that I’d had fun with last time and turned away, blushing feverishly as I remembered how they used me as a cheap clean up slave, fucking right in front of my face. Once the husband had finished filling up his wife with cum, he had pushed my face into her pussy. Mistress delighted in the scene and in the heat of the moment I did enjoy it too, but it was not something I wanted to repeat.

Suddenly the guy in the silver suit appeared again – now minus his jacket and a few shirt buttons — and Larissa called out to him. “Pieter, Ek het ‘n baie honger katije hier.”

It sounded like crystal bells on her tongue, even if I didn’t understand any of it. I only knew that ‘katjie’ meant kitten as that was her favourite name for me. Whatever she’d said, it was an invitation for Pieter to come closer and glide the side of his thumb across my bare cleavage.

“I have just the thing for a hungry kitten,” he teased, now running his fingers along my cheeks and offering them, pressing against my lips, which I obediently sucked. He was very sexy in a laid back, carefree kind of way. His blonde hair was spiked up messily as if the evening wind was responsible for its styling. His 10pm scruff would have been irresistible for my nails to have a wander in under normal circumstances, if I hadn’t been a collared kitten.

“Would you ladies like to go into a private room?”

He was asking Larissa, but she just passed the question to me, “It’s her night, she can decide.”

Well, by way of a reply I just lowered myself onto my knees and gave him a nice teasing blowjob, there in the middle of the dancefloor. A few men walked by brushing my arm, which is the club’s agreed subtle sign that they wish to join but by that time, from the corner of my eyes I saw that couple again, the one I played with last time. While they did not interest me at all, they were involved in a scene that unfolded in front of my gaze, distracting me and drawing me in. The husband was standing with his trousers and underwear around his ankles and a very slender slave girl — dressed in all black leather — was eagerly swallowing his cock, balls deep. The owner of the slave girl was kissing the other man’s wife passionately. Bizarrely, in the whole lewd scene there was one tiny detail that caught my attention: the way the master was looking at his sub while kissing the other woman. The look in his eyes was so deviant, so perverted… so familiar; it was the same passion and twistedness, my mistress used to watch me play with others, but it seemed even more potent, more powerful. Was it simply because he’s a male, I wondered. I looked at his beylikdüzü escort slave and for a minute I wanted to be in her shoes. He noticed me staring at them, smiled with the other woman’s lips still between his and curled his fingers into an inviting come hither gesture.

As a kitten with free will for the night I crawled to him. He was still fully dressed in a pair of tight jeans — less formal and admittedly sexier than the rest – and underneath it all there seemed to have a very impressive package.

He broke his kiss from the other woman and took a close look, first at me and then at Larissa. When their eyes met, I realised straight away that they knew each other, even though I was sure I have never seen him before. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and it was obvious to me that the previous scene and everything that surrounded us had turned her on. I could almost smell her irresistible scent and couldn’t wait to taste her sweetness; I was conditioned to concentrate on her, but I reminded myself that tonight I could have so much more.

My choice of fun for the night in the shape of that mysterious, very handsome man whispered something into Larissa’s ear then playfully bit her earlobe. Larissa froze with surprise and a shocked expression took over her face, her eyes casting an invisible wall between them.

“Long-time no see, Coen,” she said. Her voice was cold, and yet there was a sparkle in her eyes that I had never seen before.

“It seems your kitten wants to play, Larissa,” he said, giving a strange formalness to her name. “Should we find a room?” His voice was provoking, challenging even, as if expecting her to refuse. Mistress hesitated. The stormy seas in her eyes made me realise that I’d just prodded my garden fork into something murky and buried deep. I looked up to him contemplating if he was worth the thunder. Yes, most definitely.

“It’s her night, so whatever she wants,” she finally said with a shrug, then with her statuesque face she added, “but I have to warn you sir, I don’t do men anymore.”

“We’ll see about that, pet,” he shot back.

The mistress I knew would have told him to ‘fok af’, but this Larissa smiled and stared into mulled wine scented space, seemingly lost in a long-forgotten world, as she pulled on my leash following Him.

As it was so completely off the table till now it has never ever crossed my mind how it’d be like to see her with another man. I knew that she wasn’t strictly a lesbian otherwise she wouldn’t have enjoyed seeing me being dominated by men. This new-old connection put a few very dirty fantasies into my mind.

“You got a very pretty little kitten for yourself there,” he said almost mockingly, once the four of us were in the privacy of a playroom. His sub could hardly be described as pretty, to be completely honest; she had a very slim body, mid length black hair and big soulless, empty eyes. She was like a shadow of a person; either very submissive or extremely well trained.

“She’s a bit of a handful,” Larissa unclipped my leash off my collar with a half-smile.

“Like you used to be?” His back was towards us, pulling the drawers of a large chest open, but his smirk was audible in his sarcastic comment.

Mistress closed her eyes. She did not want to remember. I could never imagine her as submissive.

“I’d keep my torture device cabinet closed if I were you,” he smirked. Was he suggesting that one day I’d turn into her? Very unlikely.

“I’ve never been into that, Coen.” The way she emphasised his name gave me the impression that it was something new on her tongue and she enjoyed tasting it.

“I remember otherwise.”

I was already getting off on their power struggle and he hasn’t even touched me or her.

His slave girl didn’t like her master flirting with another female. Her hollow eyes were quietly watching from a distance with a green glint in them.

“So you liked to receive but you’re too soft to give?” He arched his eyebrow provocatively.

Larissa folded her arms in defence and remained silent.

“Show them your stripy ass, slut,” he called out to his kneeling sub. She obediently turned around, lowered herself into all fours and displayed the deep red welts on her buttocks. He stepped closer and tenderly ran his fingers on the lines. “Beautiful isn’t it?” Mistress preferred restraints and soft teasing and wasn’t into pain. She did use a soft leather whip on me a few times to ‘warm me up’ and made me cum on the tip of a crop once or twice. Oh, how delicious that was.

But nothing else. She wasn’t a sadist. I didn’t know it was my kind of kink till I saw those marks on that girl.

“Does your kitten like caning?” His voice was so low, so thick so challenging.

“I’d like to try,” I blurted out before Larissa could open her mouth to answer.

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Adrian sighed. It was another seemingly endless afternoon pushing papers at her desk job. “What I wouldn’t do for a little excitement”, she thought. Bored and caught up on her work, she texted her husband, Jake, to see what he was up to. Jake had the day off and was probably working on projects around the house, but she hoped he might be able to provide a little distraction from the doldrums of her afternoon.

Much to Adrian’s pleasure, she caught Jake taking a break and in a chatty mood. After catching up with some small talk, Jake began to flirt. Feeling a bit naughty to be participating in some mildly dirty talk while at work, Adrian warned Jake that he best be careful or she would need to be added to his list of things to do.

“What are you waiting for? Why don’t you get your ass home?” replied Jake.

Adrian blushed at the thought. “I wish,” she responded, “but my pesky day job is getting in the way. I enjoy my night job much more!”

Jake’s next text, increased Adrian’s excitement.

“Don’t be hasty… you haven’t landed the night job yet. You need to interview… and be prepared, it’s a working interview, meant to see how well you can multi-task and handle various tools.”

Her pussy beginning to ache and grow wet, right there at her desk, Adrian playfully responded, “I will do whatever it takes to get this job. I really want you to give it to me!”

Adrian couldn’t wait for the afternoon to end. She impatiently watched the clock and thought about what awaited her at home. She and Jake had a satisfying sex life and she was always impressed that after seven years, they were able to keep it fresh. This was a new game, however, and one she was looking forward to playing.

Finally, five o’clock rolled around and Adrian eagerly grabbed her stuff and headed for the door. The fifteen minute drive home felt much longer and she was lucky she didn’t get into an accident as distracted as she was.

Entering the house, she could hear the shower running. Glad to have some time to prepare for her “interview”, Adrian slipped into the closet, grabbed her favorite negligee, and slipped back out to the other bathroom to freshen up and change before zeytinburnu escort they began.

Once she was ready, Adrian approached the bedroom door speculating what she would find on the other side. She couldn’t imagine what Jake, who had a knack for surprising her with his creative side, had come up with for this scenario. Timidly, Adrian knocked, feeling that it seemed an appropriate gesture, under the circumstances.

When Jake answered the door, she couldn’t believe her eyes. There he stood, dressed professionally, as one might expect for an actual business meeting, with his already semi-erect penis protruding from the fly of his dress pants. In return, Jake’s eyes widened approvingly when he saw Adrian’s interview outfit.

“Ah, I see you dress for success!” he exclaimed.

“I aim to please”, she replied.

He invited her to have a seat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom. On her way across the room, Adrian curiously eyed the blanket that covered some mysterious objects on the bed.

Once she was seated, Jake approached her and, standing before her, explained, “For this position, I’m really looking for someone with excellent oral skills. Someone who is a self-starter and not afraid to grasp whatever opportunity they find before them.”

Taking the hint, Adrian playfully began to run her tongue over the head of Jake’s cock, which conveniently was right at face level for her. Using only her mouth, she slowing built up the intensity. Licking the length of his shaft, then taking the head into her hot mouth. After sucking him fully erect, Adrian shyly said, “I’m also very good with my hands”.

Jake invited her to demonstrate her skills. From his position, he had the perfect vantage point to observe more and more of himself disappearing into her mouth. He was impressed with how much of him she was able to take, and could feel his excitement build as the head of his cock grazed the roof of her mouth and slid back towards her throat.

Adrian wasn’t sure which one of them was enjoying this more. She always loved to suck Jake’s large cock, but today’s game added a slight feel of vulnerability beylikdüzü escort for her. It excited her that he was so in command of the situation, and that, according to the “rules” of the game, she needed to do whatever he demanded of her. As she drew pleasure from pleasuring him, she could feel her pussy growing increasingly wet and swollen. She felt like an overripe fruit, ready to burst.

Eventually, Jake told her that it was time to move on to the next phase of the interview process, which would require her to turn around in the chair. Adrian released his cock from her hands and mouth and slowly turned so that her forearms rested against the back of the chair. By placing one foot on the floor and supporting herself with her other knee on the seat of the chair, she was bent over fully displayed to him and at his mercy.

Jake lifted the sheer negligee that covered her ass and moved aside her thong to rub the head of his penis against her. He placed it against her swollen sex and ran it along her slit to her puckered anus. As he ran his hardness up and down, Adrian moaned and shivered from the anticipation that his teasing touch incited. She had a hard time focusing on his words as he explained that it was important to see how proficiently she could handle the “tools of the trade”.

Facing away from him, as she was, Adrian was unaware of what Jake was up to. As he pulled slightly away, she heard a rustling then felt a rather slender object pressing at the opening of her moist pussy.

“Of course, any position requires proficiency with writing utensils.”

From that she was able to discern that he had inserted a marker into her. Adrian had experimented with masturbation with such things in her youth, but it felt naughty to have someone else use an “unconventional” object on her like this.

“And, as I mentioned, multi-tasking is a definite job requirement”, said Jake, as he slid the marker back and forth.

As Adrian wondered what, exactly, that entailed, she felt cool lubricant drizzle onto her other hole… the one that so far had been idle in today’s adventure. Once he felt that she was adequately beylikdüzü escort prepped, Jake inserted his finger into her tight asshole. As he simultaneously moved his finger and the marker in and out of her, Adrian’s breath quickened. She felt incredibly aroused and full with an object inserted into each of her holes. Her pussy began to convulse as both it and her sensitive rosebud were stimulated by Jake’s ever quickening motion. Unable to contain herself any longer, she felt the sweet release, as her pulsating pussy orgasmed and gripped the objects tighter.

Giving her praise for her ability to multi-task, Jake explained that there were other tools she must master. He proceeded to work his way through an assortment of tools that varied in girth and length, including one end of a condom-sheathed mop handle.

Seeing Adrian kneeling before him, and knowing that she would willingly comply with anything he asked of her, Jake felt empowered. His excitement grew as he took advantage of her position and supplication. It was very stimulating to subject her to his whims as he looked down at her spread cheeks before him in the well-lit room.

He could tell that she was enjoying this interview that he had scripted for them, as evidenced by her pussy juices that soaked whatever he stuck in her and the way she moaned and pushed her hips back, humping the objects he inserted.

As Adrian’s excitement began to mount once again, Jake could feel himself becoming almost uncontrollably aroused. Sensing that Adrian was about to reach another climax, Jake seized the opportunity and removed the handle he was currently using on her and quickly replaced it with his own equally hard tool.

As he grasped her hips and thrust himself into her sweet pussy, he heard her exclaim and say his name. “Oh, Jake… yes, please fuck me!”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He drove himself into her with wild abandon. Burying himself into her until her ass was flush with his front. As he fucked her hard, driving into her, she again cried out as another orgasm washed over her. Feeling the way her pussy began to milk his cock, Jake could hold out no longer. He began to empty his load into her eager pussy.

As their climax subsided he gently caressed her. Feeling his sweet touch against her still sensitive skin, Adrian smiled contentedly to herself.

Pulling apart finally, Jake turned to Adrian as she straightened to face him, and gave her an impish grin.

“Congratulations… You’re hired!”

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“Would you like to finger her to orgasm?” April asked, “The sounds she makes when she’s writhing in orgasm are precious.”

I could feel my face burn hot with humiliation when April said that. My former track-coach had already seen me naked and bound spread-eagle to the basement wall. You’d think that after all of that, I’d be impervious to feeling awkward or embarrassed, but it just didn’t work that way.

Coach Jenneke nodded eagerly, and her eyes looked glazed over. It was almost as if my naked body was a drug and now that she had been intoxicated by me, she was no longer able to function like a sober and levelheaded person.

“Go nuts,” April advised the older woman. “Impale her and thrust your fingers deeply inside her again and again. She’s desperate for you to touch her.”

I squirmed and made girlish noises as Coach Jenneke’s fingers impaled my sex. My former track-coach kept eye contact with me for the majority of the time that she way playing with my pussy. Her fingers felt good inside of me; and despite my obvious embarrassment; I had hoped that her fingers would remain inside of me until she brought me to orgasm.

I whimpered at the unfairness when her hand was withdrawn from my needy sex and pouted while I watched Coach Jenneke hold her hand up to her face. It was very nearly covered in my own sexual juices. And then; much to my surprise; Coach Jenneke licked my fluids off of her fingers and the palm of her hand. She licked it all up eagerly, as if she were licking up chocolate frosting or something equally delicious.

“You taste yummy,” Coach Jenneke said.

Something about that statement made me feel proud. April had tasted my juices many times, but she had never commented on the taste. Was it really something special?

“You’ve got a slightly sweet, slightly pungent taste,” Coach Jenneke said, still licking my juices off her hand “I’ve never known a woman with sexual juices that tasted quite like yours.”

She sounded like a wine connoisseur describing the taste of one of her favorite vintages. I wondered just how many women she had gone down on, and it occurred to me that it was probably a lot. Coach Jenneke was twenty-six years old and seemed very comfortable with her sexuality. She’d probably had years to practice her oral skills on other woman and had probably tasted dozens of pussies.

Without warning Coach Jenneke dropped to her knees and suddenly I could feel her hot breath blowing against my swollen and sensitive pubic lips. April looked just as surprised as I was at this development and I had about two heartbeats to digest this information before I felt Coach Jenneke’s tongue lick my swollen folds from the bottom all the way to the top. The contact of her tongue against my needy sex made me gasp. And when her tongue slid across my swollen, erect clit I let out a girlish yelp that reverberated off the walls of the basement and seemed almost deafeningly loud.

“You liked that, huh?” Coach Jenneke asked, looking up at me and smiling.

My pussy desperately needed attention, but right then my soaking-wet sex was so sensitive, any contact was going to feel intense. I was going to scream or gasp insanely loud if she touched me at all. I trembled in my bonds and felt feverish. I wasn’t sure if I was dreading what would happen next or thrilled with anticipation. My emotions were confusing and intense.

“I…I… uh…,”I said shakily.

“She’ll enjoy whatever you do with her,” April said helpfully, “She’s desperate for you to touch her. For anyone to touch her. Do whatever you like with her.”

I was too overwhelmed to construct an actual sentence with actual words, so I just nodded my head in agreement and hoped for the best. My heart was beating like a pneumatic drill. My whole body was sensitive and raw with sexual need. My breasts heaved up and down as I breathed heavily and I hoped that Coach Jenneke would do what was best for my overstimulated, naked body.

“God you’re beautiful,” Coach Jenneke said as she stared directly at the pink, moist folds of my swollen labia. I had never really thought of my pubic lips before as beautiful, but if Coach Jenneke considered them to be beautiful, I’d go along with that. I hadn’t seen many pubic lips in my time and couldn’t really compare mine to many others. Coach Jenneke had probably seen dozens or even scores more than I had, so she would be a better judge than I would.

Suddenly I felt Coach Jenneke’s tongue swirling across my labia. My whole body was sensitive at this point, but she found a spot that was especially good to play with. It was a spot below my clitoris, but that I loved to stroke, rub and pinch when I was masturbating. It was a happy spot that I like to give a lot of attention. Coach Jenneke found it and licked at it again and again, like a happy child licking an ice-cream cone.

I was overwhelmed with erotic stimulation and I cried out inarticulately, filling the basement with my tuzla escort screams.

Coach Jenneke laughed with pure, wanton joy and went back to licking me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to stop or if I wanted her to keep going, however it didn’t really matter what I wanted. My arms and legs were spread helplessly far apart and shackled to the basement wall. My pussy was indecently exposed and Coach Jenneke could do anything she wanted to it.

I whimpered helplessly, and then my former track-coach took my clitoris into her mouth and began to lick at it and suck on it pretty much simultaneously. My inarticulate screaming became louder and my hips began to writhe uncontrollably. I was helplessly bound spread-eagle to the wall and I could barely move, but I struggled against the shackles anyway, chafing my wrists and ankles as Coach Jenneke manipulated my clit in her mouth and brought me to an intense, bone-crunching, teeth-rattling, heart-stopping orgasm.

“Aaaaaaiiiiiggghhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed shamelessly, not caring who heard. My brain had almost completely shut down at this point, and I was little more than a swollen, throbbing clit with overstimulated nerve endings. My orgasm was like an avalanche, growing stronger and stronger with every second and destroying everything in its path as it increased in intensity.

Coach Jenneke’s mouth remained pressed up firmly against my vulva as my hips bucked against her face. Her mouth maintained total and utter possession of my clit as I screamed and writhed and struggled against my chains. I was a naked girl, totally at this older woman’s mercy and when the orgasm was finally over, I whimpered and trembled as the aftershocks of the orgasm seemed to go on and on for a long, indeterminate amount of time.

“Oh, you’re fun,” Coach Jenneke said in a happy, breathy tone of voice when I was no longer whimpering.

I collapsed limp and boneless in my chains. My eyes were half-closed and my head hung low, so there wasn’t much to look at anyway. There was some post-orgasmic twitching and some soft, girlish sounds that sounded halfway between moaning and sighing.

I was utterly exhausted and spent from the orgasm Coach Jenneke had given me. I was naked and chained spread-eagle to the wall, but I was happy. I smiled and began to anticipate my impending playdate, toiling away in Coach Jenneke’s home. How many days away was Saturday?

* * * * * * * * *

I showed up early at Coach Jenneke’s home. The fact of the matter is I had too much nervous energy to sleep and I was driving my mom nuts, with my pacing, push-ups, hip-thrusts and other exercises to burn the extra energy off, and she basically told me to go away and leave her in peace.

I was still bouncy with energy when Coach Jenneke answered the door.

She looked surprised to see me. She was on her first cup of coffee and hadn’t gotten dressed yet. She was barefoot and wearing a nightshirt.

“Chery, it’s 6:04 in the morning,” Coach Jenneke exclaimed.

“I know, it’s early,” I said, “I’m sorry, but I was just too excited. I couldn’t hold off any longer. And now here I am.”

“Okay, come on in,” Coach Jenneke said, opening the door wider and stepping back, “Ordinarily I offer my guests coffee when they arrive at my house early in the morning, but you don’t seem as if you need any caffeine.”

“I’m wide-awake,” I confirmed.

The older woman raised one eyebrow and replied, “Yes, I sensed that.”

“Should I get started on the garage first, or the basement first?” I asked, eager to get started.

“Cheryl,” my former track coach said, sounding slightly irritated, “I’m not ready to supervise you right now. And you’re not getting started on anything in my house, until I’m ready to supervise.”

My heart was thumping away vigorously and I really wanted for the older woman to put me to work right away, so I persisted.

“What about dishes? Do you have any dirty dishes in your sink? You could strip me naked and set me to washing and drying dishes for you.”

“Are you going to be this perky, all day long?” Coach Jenneke asked.

Apparently 6:00 in the morning was too early for Ms. Jenneke to be dealing with a perky, young teenager, and after several failed attempts to get me to shut up, Ms. Jenneke dragged me off to her garage and opened up the trunk of her car.

“Slave-girls aren’t supposed to be so chatty,” she informed me, “Especially this early in the morning.”

In the trunk of her car was a cardboard box, and from this box she pulled out a black, rubber ball with leather straps attached to it.

“This is a ball gag,” Coach Jenneke explained, “It’s for shoving into the mouths of chatty slave-girls. It helps to keep them from talking, so that their mistresses can get some peace and quiet.”

I obediently opened my mouth for Coach Jenneke and she fitted the rubber ball in ümraniye escort my mouth, forcing my jaws open so wide that they ached, and then forcing them open even wider than I thought they could go. I had never been gagged before and when Coach Jenneke had buckled the straps behind my head I had an absurd moment of panic, wondering if I would be able to breathe with this monstrously huge rubber ball filling my mouth.

Of course, I could still breathe through my nose. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but I would at least be able to breathe.

Another thing I soon realized was; that with my mouth forced wide open; I would have to constantly swallow, or else I would end up drooling on myself.

“Okay, slave-girl,” Coach Jenneke said, once my mouth was full and I was unable to talk, “That gag will stay in your mouth until I decide to remove it. If I decide that you’ll wear it for the next eight hours, you’ll just have to resign yourself to that. Do you understand?”

Being ball-gagged had never been part of any of my sexual fantasies before, but Coach Jenneke was in charge of this B&D scenario, so I just decided to go along with whatever she decided to do to me. I made brief eye-contact with my former track-coach and nodded in agreement with her.

“Excellent! We’re making progress! You can take your clothes off now!”

I knew that I would be naked during much of my time at Coach Jenneke’s house, however somehow stripping naked in her garage, with my mouth stuffed full with a ball gag, threw me off balance. I hadn’t expected the morning to go exactly like this and I felt awkward and uncomfortable as I unfastened my garments and peeled them away from my body.

Each item of clothing was handed to Coach Jenneke and she placed every item of my clothing into the cardboard box in the trunk of her car. My panties were the last item of clothing to go into the box, and when I was completely naked, Coach Jenneke slammed the trunk shut and locked it.

It was then that I had reached the point of no return. Even if I wanted to leave, I couldn’t. I was naked and my clothes were locked up where I couldn’t get them. I was trapped in Coach Jenneke’s house until she gave me my clothes back.

“Okay, slave-girl,” Coach Jenneke said to me, “I am going to finish my coffee, have a nice long, hot shower and get dressed. You are going to stay here until I get back and stay out of my way. Understand?”

My heart beat faster and I felt a slight throb in between my legs. I was naked and being ordered into obedience by an older, authoritative woman. It was the sort of thing that I fantasized about when I would finger myself to orgasm. I nodded in agreement with Coach Jenneke, silently promising her that I wouldn’t leave this room until she came back to get me.

“Oh, and before I go, Slave-girl, do you remember the inspection position?”

April had taught me the inspection position during my first ever B&D session. I remembered it well. April had even told me that I would be punished if I forget how to assume it for her.

I nodded for Coach Jenneke, indicating I still remembered it.

“Excellent,” Coach Jenneke said as she leisurely examined my naked body, “Show it to me now.”

I turned and faced the nearest wall in the garage and placed my hands against it, palms flat, back arched, head down with my legs spread shamelessly wide and my naked butt sticking out invitingly, as if I was inviting people to pinch it, fondle it, spank it…whatever they wanted to do to it.

“Not bad,” said Coach Jenneke as she examined the positioning of my body, “But raise your hands up higher.”

I obediently raised my hands up, so that they were up above my head. With my hands raised high and far apart, and my legs likewise spread far apart, and stark-naked, I was feeling extremely vulnerable. I suppose that’s the way Coach Jenneke wanted me to feel.

“Excellent,” Coach Jenneke said, once I had corrected the positioning of my body, “Now hold that pose until I get back.”

It was definitely the sort of thing that a mistress would say to her slave, and my pussy throbbed wetly at the stern, uncompromising way she was ordering me around.

There was no clock in the garage and I didn’t have a watch on my wrist, so I have no idea how long I stood there. Since I was alone in the garage, I could have broken position, walked around and explored the garage. I could even have removed the gag from my mouth and Coach Jenneke would never have known.

But that wasn’t the sort of game I was playing with Coach Jenneke. I was there to be submissive and obedient. I was there to be her naked, obedient slave-girl. If I started disobeying orders that would just ruin everything.

The Inspection Position was a difficult position to hold for extended periods of time and I soon felt the strain in my adductor muscles. My raised arms began to feel tired before too long, and kadıköy escort the ache in my muscles distracted me from the importance of constant swallowing, and I soon ended up drooling due to my jaws being forced open.

Being naked, gagged and obediently holding this awkward, humiliating pose definitely had me feeling like a slave-girl, however I realized I wanted an audience. I started to think that maybe I was an exhibitionist.

Certainly, it was erotic to be naked, my legs spread shamelessly wide and suffering, but it would be far more erotic if there was an audience to witness my suffering! I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Coach Jenneke and an audience of about a dozen women, crowded in the garage. I imagined that they would enjoy witnessing my plight. They would smile and take pictures of my naked body with their phones and make comments about my exposed pubic lips and how wet they were.

Yes, I wanted a large audience for my humiliations and punishments! Did that make me an exhibitionist? I’m fairly certain that it did. So, I’m an exhibitionist, a lesbian and a submissive? Wow, that’s quite a lot of kink in just one teenage girl. I’m quite the erotic overachiever.

By the time Coach Jenneke returned to the garage my legs were shaking and a disgusting amount of saliva had drooled out of my mouth and onto my chin. My jaw ached from being forced open so long and my pussy was soaking wet at the thought of how humiliated, submissive and exposed I must look.

“Well, my pretty slave-girl doesn’t seem so chatty now, does she?” Coach Jenneke asked as she ambled smoothly towards me.

I was gagged and couldn’t actually speak, so I just stood there and remained in the inspection position and waited to see what she would do next. It sounded like a rhetorical question anyway.

She ended up standing directly behind me and said, “Your pussy is soaking wet. Did you touch yourself at all while I was gone?”

I shook my head in negation. I had been a good girl. I hadn’t moved or broke position the whole time. The temptation to touch my pussy extraordinarily powerful, but I resisted the temptation and was as obedient as the most perfect of slave-girls.

Coach Jenneke had me lower my hands from the wall and examined my fingers.

“Well, Slave-girl,” she said, “Your fingers are still dry. I suppose you’re telling the truth. It looks like you really didn’t touch yourself while I was gone.”

I nodded in agreement with her and she smiled.

“You really are, obedient aren’t you?” she asked and I nodded again.

“You were a good girl not touching yourself,” Coach Jenneke informed me, “So, I’m going to give you a chance to prove yourself to me again. I’m going to take that gag out of your mouth, but I don’t want to hear any words out of your mouth other than ‘Yes, Mistress’, ‘No, Mistress’, or ‘Thank you, Mistress,’ until your finished cleaning the garage. Understand?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I replied, when I was able to get my poor mouth to work.

“Good girl,” she said, and then she set me to work, cleaning up her garage.

Cleaning the garage was a fairly mindless form of labor. It mostly consisted of picking up things that Coach Jenneke had no intentions of keeping and bagging them up in plastic garbage bags. Coach Jenneke supervised me, telling me what to keep and what to throw away. Of course she was fully-clothed the whole time and I was stark naked, thus making her authority over me all the more obvious. She was fully clothed and barking out orders. I was naked, barefoot, submissively obeying her every command and not allowed to say anything.

Eventually I was given a broom and a dustpan and made to sweep the entire garage as well. The place desperately needed it, especially in the corners where I found a wealth of dead spiders, dead crickets and cobwebs.

For my final task, I was made to get down on my hands and knees and use water, detergent and a scrub-brush to remove an oil stain from the concrete floor of the garage.

There I was, a naked teenage girl on her hands and knees, vigorously scrubbing an oil stain on concrete, her bare breasts visibly wobbling as she scrubbed and her knees far apart, leaving her anus and swollen pubic lips well-exposed while a fully dressed, authority figure of a woman barked out orders at her.

It was the most submissive moment of my life.

When I was finally finished with the basement, Ms. Jenneke smacked me sharply on my naked bottom and informed me that it was time to go down to the basement and begin the long, laborious task of cleaning that place up.

I basement was a much bigger mess than the garage. There were saws, hammers, screwdrivers, drills, wrenches and all manner of tools strewn from one end of the basement to the other. Everywhere I stepped there was sawdust and occasionally I would step on small metal screws, nuts or bolts.

“Back in April and May, I engaged in some home-improvement projects,” Coach Jenneke explained, “I accomplished some great things with the house, but I kind of made a mess down here.”

It was utter chaos, and Coach Jenneke ordered me to turn chaos into order. I started with sweeping up the sawdust and other debris on the floor and worked my way from there.

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He was coming over to stay the night again. Third time this week. I was so excited that my son finally made a friend. Brian is good for him. We move around so much, so this was uncommon. Last chance for him really, since he was a senior in high school. They were both 18, a month away from graduating, and at the prime of their lives.

I placed dinner on the table and called everyone to come and eat. My husband sat across from me, my son and his friend claiming the other corners of the table.

“Wow, this smells great, Mrs. Wells.” He was always such a polite boy. He was a bit skinny, and I wondered if he ever had a family dinner like this at home. I think that’s why he keeps coming over.

We discuss school, projects that they are working on. My son talks the most, while his friend seems to be lost in a daydream during most of the meal. I stare at him. He chews slowly and stares off into space. I lean my leg over to him and give him a little kick in the shin to bring him back to reality. He jumps, a bit frightened. I notice goosebumps appear on his arms.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I just wanted to make sure you were still with us!” He looks at me with half-lidded eyes and cracks a half smile.

“It’s alright. I am the one who should be sorry.” I nod at him and look back at my plate. As I bring another forkful to my mouth, I feel a strange sensation run up my leg. I pause with the fork in midair and dart my eyes under the table. Brian’s soft foot rubs up and down my ankle. I peer over at him and he looks down at his plate, smiling. I am not quite sure what to do. I don’t want to hurt the poor boy’s feelings… and it has been a long time since me and my husband fooled around. As I consider the possibilities, Brian becomes more and more attractive. I decide to entice him a little, leaning my knee into his leg, causing pressure and friction in response to his touch. He stops and he holds his breath for a moment. I don’t think he was expecting that.

He starts to look up at me, and I bring my eyes away quickly, staring down at my plate again. I hear him snicker under his breath. This is a very innocent, school crush kind of game we are playing here. I like it. He likes it.

After we finish our meal, I clear the table and start doing the dishes.

“We’re going to my room, alright mom?”

“Sure, guys. Let me know if you need anything.” I turn and watch as they head upstairs. Brian stays a few feet behind my son, and turns to glance at me. Our eyes meet and we give each other a sultry grin.

A few hours pass. I sit on the chase in the living room watching T.V., sipping a glass of wine. I can hear loud music coming from upstairs, a bit too loud for my liking, but boys will be boys. I let it slide. Tomorrow is Saturday so I will let them have some fun.

About an hour later, my husband is already in bed. I can’t sleep. After my third glass of wine my head starts to swim. I try to understand what happened at the dinner table tonight. It was very unexpected, but I couldn’t deny that it was extremely fun. The house starts ataşehir escort to become quiet, and I turn down the volume on the T.V. so everyone else can get to sleep easily. About fifteen minutes pass, and I hear a noise. A door opens and closes from upstairs. I look towards the sound and hear footsteps start to come down the stairs. Before long, there he is. Brian is on the second step, hanging onto the railing, running his eyes up and down my body splayed out on the chase. I stare back at him. I do not say a word. He starts to walk closer toward me and sits on the recliner across the room, slowly rocking back and forth, his eyes never leaving me. My vision is a bit impaired in the dim light, but I can see his bright blue eyes. They are glazed over a bit. I define this look as one of arousal. Unconsciously, my eyes wander to his loose fitting pajama pants. I can see a slight bulge between his legs.

“Like what you see, Mrs. Wells?”

I am startled by his voice, and jump a bit, almost spilling my wine. “Um…”

“Well? Do you?” His voice is very hard, very confident. I turn my body toward him, placing my wine glass on the table, and then letting my arm drape down my hip and thigh, pulling up my satin nightgown a little. The inviting view of my flesh excites him, and he lets out a long breath.

“Yes, Brian. I do.”

“So do I.” There is a hint of nervousness in his voice now. This must be going better than he planned. He squirms a bit in the recliner, adjusting his bulge to reach new comfort. My eyes grow dark, brooding. I pull the clip from my hair and shake my head, letting my long blond locks drape down my chest and back. Another long breath escapes his young, supple lips. He starts to stand up and walk towards me. He kneels down on the floor and leans in to kiss me. Without thinking, I slap him in the face. It was a lot harder than I intended. He gasps at my reaction, and then brings his hand up to his cheek, rubbing at the pain and warmth of the strike. His eyes light up, a new ferocity in them now.

“Again… slap me again.”

“What?”

Before I can think, he leans in to kiss me again, actually grasping my face this time. Again, I smack him. He closes his eyes and revels in the pain, rubbing his check once more. His hand moves down between his legs as he adjusts himself. He is rock hard now, I can see it. Confusion rushes through my body. Brian has a dark secret. Brian likes pain.

I have never been the type to use pain along with passion. This was new… and strangely a major turn on.

“Mmm, the sting,” he whispers. His blue eyes burn into mine. This was my chance. I sit up, cross my legs and twirl my hair with my index finger, studying him. I take a deep breath and consider what I want now. I can do this.

“Stand.” It was a simple command. He shakes his head and leans into me again. This time I smack him harder than I did the first two times. I can see the redness swell on his cheek. The fire in his eyes burns hot. “I said stand.”

This time he listens. “Yes, ma’am.” istanbul escort His bulge is staring at me and I look up at him.

“Turn around.” He obliges and in one swift motion I rip his pants down. Surprisingly he isn’t wearing any underwear and his young, tight ass intrigues me. “Bend over.”

He lets out a teasing laugh and falls to his knees, leaning over on all fours. His ass beckons me and I reach out to rub my hand over it. My touch creates hard, intense goosebumps on his skin. “Part your legs.”

I sit back and watch him there, spread open for me. I take another sip of my wine, swishing it around in my mouth. Poor thing, his hardened cock looks so painful. He starts to turn his head back to look at me, “NO! Turn back around.” He gasps and turns back. I am instilling fear now, showing my dominance. I slide onto the floor, get on my knees, and lean over his body, my mouth by his ear. I run my fingernails down his back and whisper, “Are you ready for this?” He nods vigorously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes please.”

I grasp his hair, forcefully pulling his head back. Without warning I bite his neck, rather hard in my opinion. He cries out in pleasure. I back up, still holding his head in position. “You have been flirting with me all night, Brian. Do you think it’s a good thing to do to flirt with a married woman?”

“No, ma’am.”

“So, what should I do, Brian?”

“Punish me.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

He opens his mouth, but before he can answer I spank his tight little ass, instantly creating a deep, red handprint on his flesh. He cries out again, and his cock becomes even harder. He is whimpering now. I want to apologize if I hurt him, but I don’t. He wants this, he’ll get it.

“Do you like the way my hands feel on you?”

“Oh, yes.” His body shakes and I release his hair. His head falls low and hard, he almost falls over completely. I run my hand up his inner thigh, and brush the tip of his cock with my fingers. His legs start to weaken and buckle.

“Don’t fall.”

He whimpers again, and I grasp his hard cock roughly in my fist. I can feel him throbbing. He stays perfectly still, holding his breath.

I bring my mouth down to his lower back, and lick slowly upward, lifting his shirt up his skin. He finds his breath again, and pants hard. “Are you going to be a good boy? Are you going to listen?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he whispers, “I will be good for you.”

“Good. For that, you get a reward.” I slowly start to move my fist up and down his rock hard length, tugging him over and over. His legs shake and weaken again. He starts to lean forward and fall. Instantly, I grasp his hair again and pull back. “I told you not to fall!”

“I’m sorry. It… it just feels so good.”

“Well, it seems I can’t trust you. Stand up.”

He takes a deep breath and brings himself to his feet, his back still turned to me. “Take off your shirt and step out of your pants.” He does, and I pick up the pool of clothes, tossing them behind me. I walk around kadıköy escort his tender, shaking body and look into his eyes. “Open your mouth.” He parts his quivering lips and I put my index finger inside. “Suck.”

He swirls his tongue around my finger, closing his eyes, savoring me. I can feel my pussy start to dampen. “Do you like that? Do you like the way I taste?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Good. Are you going to listen to me now?”

He looks at me and nods.

“Take your cock in your hand. I want you to make yourself cum.” He grabs his painfully stiff cock and starts to jerk, while still sucking my finger. I run my other hand up and down his smooth body. His shaken breaths make his chest rise and fall. I tease his nipples and swirl my fingers around his stomach. Just as he starts to relax, I pull my finger from his mouth and smack him in the face again, very hard this time. He moans and his jaw drops open. He jerks harder and faster for me now.

“Again, Mrs. Wells. Please again!”

I smack him again, and put my hand around his neck just above his throat. “Is this what you like? To be hurt?”

“Yes…”

“And why is that, Brian?” He jerks harder and harder as I talk to him.

He is so lost in the trance of pleasure that he only mutters one single word, “Damage…”

I am not quite sure what he means, but it doesn’t really matter to me. I am finding more and more pleasure in controlling him.

“The next time you feel me strike you, I want you to cum. Is that understood?”

He nods excitedly.

“Close your fucking eyes.”

He squeezes them tightly shut and longer and deeper moans escape him as he anxiously awaits my next move.

I quietly walk around him, seeing his back flex as he focuses on jerking himself. I bring my arm high over my head, hand splayed open. With a very long, hard swing I smack his ass once more. My hand burns from the contact and I can see I’ve broken his skin.

“Oh, fuck! FUCK!” I embrace him from behind, cupping my hand underneath his cock as he cums violently into it. His heart races and I can feel his body contract and pulsate as he drains every drop. He lets his raw, softened cock fall between his legs and reaches his arms behind his head, grabbing hold of my neck so he doesn’t fall. I bring my cum filled hand to his lips.

“Drink.”

His tired little mouth consumes the cum and he sucks all of my fingers until they are clean. “Good boy… very good.”

I sit back on the chase, pulling him with me. He lays on top of my body and pants continuously. He puts off so much heat. I lean his head to one side, and bring his face towards mine. I kiss his lips, long and passionately, tasting him, devouring him. He moans in my mouth, and bites my lip a little and it sends a twinge of pleasure down my body. He gave me a taste of why he likes this so much. I think I understand now.

“Put your clothes back on. Go to bed.”

He gets up without question, gets dressed, and starts walking toward the stairs. I lean back on the chase again, and retrieve my glass of wine.

“Oh, and Brian?”

He tiredly looks back at me. “Yes, ma’am?”

“You’re fucked up.”

“I know.” He smiles, turns and walks back upstairs. I lean back enjoying my drink, and sucking the taste of him from my fingers, very pleased with myself.

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