Author: admin

I have posted this before but never after I got more experience, reread, and corrected a lot. So here’s my uber Master/Slave story. They are furries so don’t read on if you’re not into that. Don’t give it a bad rating just cuz you don’t like furries. Secondly, yes I know my story ravishing her starts almost the same. I copied it for a whole new story.

***TRIXIE***
“Finally! So close to being with her! All alone for as long as we please. I can imagine how this will turn out and I REALLY like it.” I thought to myself and giggled somewhat naughtily. Laying back my head I said to myself and scratching behind my ears I thought, “Ooooh, it’s driving me crazy just thinking about it!” as I closed my shockingly ice-like blue eyes and my petite paw-hands wandered to my high, perky, firm, round tits around a C1/2-cup, fondling them, playing with the fur, and pinching my nipples gently. My hands then betrayed me and started slowly roaming down my smooth stomach fur, then ever so gently along each hip bone making me shiver in pleasure. Slowly, my hands pushed my blanket down exposing my petite, thin, but healthy, hourglass figure. My fur glistened in the light. My right hand continued its path while my left returned higher to my right breast, massaging it while tweaking the nipple and gently tugging the fur. Meanwhile, my other hand slid further down to start making gyrations on my clit. As a small moan sneaked out from between my lips I thought, “Oh Gods! I can’t wait till she gets here!” Then my hands betrayed me further as my middle finger slid in and out of my tight, wet little pussy. Then my finger slowly glided in and out, gradually increasing in intensity, as my other hand grew rougher with my breast and I dug my claws in some. Now my body was starting to tingle and tense with pure pleasure and anticipation for what could only mean one thing…

“NO!!!” I blurted aloud, accidentally, as I sat straight up and jerked my hands away from myself, planting them on the bed to either side of me. “Can’t cum until she gets here. She would not be pleased.” I mumbled as my eyes wandered to my closet. “But teasing wouldn’t be all bad. Be good and wet for her. That would please her very well.” I thought as I headed over to the closet, tail high up just as she liked it, careful not to trip on my chain, and glanced at the clock and sighed, “Just one hour.” then opened the door. There sat a large wooden chest. I had designed it with leather and wood working just for this. It was covered with intricate designs carved into the wood of the chest with leather straps wrapping over the top and linking to intricately designed buckles on the front that held it closed. “The greatest idea ever, that’s what will be used. Just can’t get on it yet, but it can be prepared.” A grin spread across my face as I chose the pieces I wanted.

Walking over to it, I adjusted the mount for the harness down to a comfortable place to where I could set it up and get in place when she got here. I put the best chastity type belt in place and locked it in then slid the dildos in, screwing them into place. Then I tugged on the bars for her to hold, if she wished, to make sure they were firmly installed and wouldn’t pull out when she got rough. Didn’t budge a bit. So, I applied the lube to the back one and put a little on the tip of the front one. I slid the bullet in place, switch exposed through the opening in the leather. Then put all the remotes in their places by her chair where she would like them. The remotes were labeled: Bullet, Pussy, Ass, and then just a cute but kind of naughty smiley on the other.

This was the second remote for the height adjustments and also had an unknown button on it. Mounting all the shackles in place, I opened them then placed the keys over by her chair as well. Then, I got the cock gag out and put it in place on the wall so that it just needed lifted and fastened into place. Next, the chair was turned to be facing the contraption I installed while she was gone. “OH! In case she wants these!” I put the nipple/clit clamps, their remote, the playtime-whip, and the blind fold by her chair as well. Then I stepped back and looked at my masterpiece. As I stared, I got so wet that it started soaking my thighs just from looking at it. “Well… I suppose I could go ahead and put the clips on it’s only…” I looked at the clock, “…like ten minutes till she gets here. I must hurry when she gets here…Or, I could get started now.”

“Hmm, how to do this without help?” After some contemplation I decided I should start with the simple things. I picked up the clamps by the meeting of the three chains and held it there while attaching it with my other hand to the right places, moaning a little as each attached. Next came the hard part. I walked over and turned to face the room and attached the shackles to my feet then slowly slid onto the dildos, careful not to go to fast no matter how difficult it was. My eyes rolled back as I felt the two cocks fill both of my holes and moaned a little. By this point I was already soaking the leather of the belt with my juices. I fastened it around me, feeling the bullet that was turned off press against my clit and labia. Then I grabbed the switch that dangled from the wall and held the cord in my teeth as I wrapped the gag around my neck so it just needed moved into place. This gag was special made as well. It too had a dildo in it but just snapped in, easy to take out of the gag, but, this gag would hold my mouth open after it was removed so she could do whatever she pleased. Thinking about this only made me even wetter. I shackled my tail to the wall then reached up and put my right hand in place, locking the shackle…

The sound of the back door closing echoed in my head as I nearly came from knowing she was close. I quickly raised the contraption to be lifting me off the ground, pulling the chains of my leg shackles taught as my usual ankle chain dangled intertwining with it. Then I pulled the chains for my wrist shackles so that they would be taught as well and locked them in place. Next, I slid the gag in my mouth and down my throat and hooked it on the proper wall adjustment to hold my head in place. I quickly got my left hand up and semi-closed the shackle as the door swung open and Mistress walked into the room. She looked at her favorite chair immediately confused, then the labeled remotes, then she saw me… little me all strung up, naked, full, and waiting.

***PAINE**

I walk into my bedroom expecting my slave to be asleep and to get to wake her up and see something very unexpected. “Well well well Trixie, aren’t you the little inventor?” I say as I tap her nose gently, grinning naughtily. “Oh, shame shame, you didn’t get me an outfit out.” I pick up the whip and snap it hard across her thighs, leaving a nearly bleeding welt. “BAD BITCH!… But I do like this contraption.” I decide to investigate it and discover that there are two dildos so, I twist them around a little and get wet as I watch her squirm. I notice the new gag and see it has balls hanging from it so I pull it out quickly, making her gag a little and look at the cock and realize her mouth is still open. So I look inside and see the ring. “Well, I like this.” I slide the cock in and out of her mouth some then shove it back in, making her gag again as I lock it in place. I tug on the loop over her belly button that leads to the clamps “Oh, how I love this little feature,” I say as I twist it causing it to tighten and she lets out a muffled moan and somewhat nods her head. “Well, I suppose I’ll have to pick something out myself then.” Then I notice the loose shackle and slam it shut and grab her by her throat. “BAD! You aren’t in all the way!” And spray her with some water.

I unbutton my work shirt and pull it off to show large over DD cup breasts that are still fairly firm on my tall, shapely body and lean, somewhat toned torso with a fairly small waist. Then the bra comes off and I peek over to see my slave staring at me with eyes full of lust at my tits and I bounce some which makes her squirm as I see her juices soak through and run down her legs. “Are you wanting some of this bitch?” I pinch my erect nipples and shake my breasts at her, making her let out a cute little moan. A devious smile spreads across my face as I tell her how it is “Well tough you nasty whore, you have to wait!” And I hit her lightly with the whip from across the room.

Next I pull down my pants and bend over all the way facing away from her so that my cunt shows some through my lacy black panties. I decide to wiggle my heart shaped ass at her then pull down my pants the rest of the way to show my long, shapely legs, and pull them over my dress shoes. Next I slip off my shoes and pull down the panties and put them on her face so she can smell my wetness. “I bet you love that don’t ya? Love smelling my pussy, hmm?” She nods her head again as she rolls her blue eyes back, breathing in deeply and I yank them off her face and smack her. “You’re so fucking nasty.” I cause the gag to release from the wall so her head hangs limp to the side some so you can see her red cheek. I caress her cute little face and lift it and kiss her forehead. “What should I wear?” I say as she looks into my crimson eyes then I throw her head to the side.

So I walk back over to the closet and begin digging through it and find one of my personal favorites and pull out the pile of leather. I pull on the black corset and tighten it, causing my breasts to get pushed up and even more together. Then, I put on the black thigh-highs and attach them to the garter. Then I pull on the leather panties that zip open to be crotchless and fasten the back around my tail to keep it in place. I then put on some black, open toed stiletto shoes that have leather straps that wrap around my calf. Then just stand there for her to gaze upon in my full glory, switching my tail back and forth, and have my silver fox ears directly up. I walk over to my shirt and pull off the name tag labeled “Paine” and walk over to Trixie. Holding it so the pin is pointed out the run the point over her tits leaving a streak that slowly begins to bleed under her calico fur. I run my fingers through my black, spiked hair and stare with enjoyment. “Mmm, have you been eating right?” My tongue runs over the wound causing it to sting and taste that it’s somewhat sweet. “Perfect.” I place my hands on my hips, still holding the whip in my right hand. Knowing I’m an image of pure lust to my slave I smile at her seductively, making her squirm.

I then walk over and rub her calico tail, knowing it’s sexually sensitive. “Time for fun fuck toy” I unscrew the dildo from her pussy, watching her squirm as I do and pull it out, causing her juices to release and run down her leg. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?” She nods her head some and I slam the dildo back in “Don’t you dare you pathetic little skank!” She throws her head back moaning when I do this so I start ramming it in and out of her tight little pussy. As I pound her pussy with the dildo, I reach up and grab a hand full of her long, beautiful burgundy hair and pull her head forward some with a very firm grip and whisper “Cum for me bitch.” And she lets out a loud muffled moan, pretty well screaming as her body contracts. I yank out the dildo so that her cum starts squirting all over. “Mmmm, I love it when you squirt.” I say as I get down on my knees and stick out my tongue so that her cum runs all over it. “Sweet as you should be.” I say as I lick my lips and taste it well. She continues cumming and moaning and cums harder as I start whipping her violently, leaving wounds with each hit. I then move body to body close to her quickly and grab her collar from behind and tighten it around her neck so she can’t breathe and it’s just little sounds instead of moaning then release suddenly. “You may stop now.” Her body relaxes and she is dripping cum still and her head hangs limp.

“Mmm, aren’t you a sight.” I pull out a camera and take a few pictures. “This is one to remember. The first use of your latest invention. Now for the back.” I turn the bullet on and sit back down pressing the mystery button as I do so, “What’s this d-” I start to speak then stare in awe. It turned the vibrations on for the dildos, bullet, and clamps but did another amazing thing that I couldn’t quite see. Trixie was convulsing in pleasure, already cumming like crazy, screaming at the top of her lungs. I walked over and picked up the dildo and looked at the underside to see where the dildos screwed in spinning fairly quickly. I pressed it again to turn it off and her body fell limp. Then, I screwed in the pussy dildo but she was already so exhausted she merely twitched some. “Come on, worn out already? We haven’t even tried everything.” I glared at her and she jerked strait and shook her head no. “Mmm, good girl.”

I walk over and sit in my chair and look at her once more real good and turn on the video camera that’s always on my table. “Are you ready bitch?” She shakes her head no, with a pleading look in her eyes. “Aww, you look so sad.” I push the button “TOUGH SHIT YOU PATHETIC BITCH!” She begins convulsing in pleasure again, cumming so hard it’s running out anyways, creating a puddle of cum below her on the floor. I lay back and unzip the panties and start rubbing my clit. “Yeah bitch, scream louder.” I say as I whip her from my seat, cutting her thighs open. I watch the blood soak into her fur and start fingering myself as she screams louder than I ever thought she could. “Oh yeah, you like cumming for your Mistress, don’t you bitch? Don’t you, you pathetic, no good, whore?!” I yell as I finger bang myself and whip her torso some more, leaving wounds all over her stomach.

Then I stop and walk over to the closet, still watching her cumming and convulsing so her perky little tits are bouncing like crazy. The door swings open and I pull out my favorite vibrator. It’s a fairly thick, 9 inch, purple cock. I walk back over to my chair and sit down, propping my legs up on the armrests, spread wide open so she can see my pussy, dripping over her sight. I whip her again and slide the dildo into myself and start pumping it in and out. Moaning and still whipping her but not as aggressively. “Oh gods yes Trixie, keep cumming for me. Keep it up bitch. I wanna cum so bad.” Then I hop up real fast, leaving the dildo in and take off her gag, throwing it on the table, and the screaming gets louder. I go sit back down and whip her again as I resume fucking myself with my toy “Talk to me bitch.” She moans out, in her cute little voice, “OH MISTRESS! Oh yes Mistress! OH PAINE!!! OH GODS MISTRESS PAINE! I can’t take much more! Please cum Mistress, please!” I whip her hard. “YOU NEVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO WHORE!” She yipes a little “I’m sorry” She pleads, “I’m so sorry! It will never OH GODS! happen again!” “Good.” I say as I continue working myself and kneading my tits, switching back and forth between my tits with my free hand.

This goes on for a good 5-10 minutes before I finally start to get close. “Oh, here it comes Trixie. I’m almost there!” By now, she is barely able to move but still, hoarsely, moaning. She hangs there limply, cum barely dripping but still happening. “Here it is. OH GODS!” I moan out throwing my head back as my cum squirts out and joins her puddle. “OH OH OH OH YEEEEEEEES!!!! Oh gods I’m cumming so fucking hard! Oh yes!” I moan out as I keep pounding my pussy, even faster, and my cum squirts out covering my hand-paw and the floor. I start to ease off some, slow down, and turn off the contraption.
Trixie goes limp seemingly unconscious and I pull out my toy and set it on the table. I look at my slave hanging on the wall and grin with an idea. I unscrew the dildos and she doesn’t even flinch and set them on the table. Next I unstrap her tail and it falls limp then her feet and they fall too. Then I put a hand on her shoulder to hold her up as I unfasten her wrists then the harness and then I move my hand so she falls onto the floor into our cum puddle. She lets out a groan and tries to lift herself up. Quickly, I place my shoe on her back and push down so she goes face first into the cum “You can’t leave a mess” I whip her. “Clean it bitch”. She starts licking up the cum so I remove my shoe and she gets onto all fours and continues. I watch her satisfyingly until there is nothing left then reach down and pet her, “Good girl, now you may go to bed.” She crawls pathetically away into her cage, barely able to drag the chain around her left ankle and curls up in her bed, instantly falling asleep.

I look at her satisfied with mine and her work and turn off the camera. Then simply set her glasses in the cage and unfasten her chain. Then I step out and lock the door and leave go to take a shower. When I get in there I stretch and undress slowly then stand there letting the air flow through my fur from the vent thinking. “Gods, I couldn’t have found a better slave. She’s so cute, obedient and a complete genius! What would I do without her?” I turn on the water, step in and stand there enjoying the heat it is putting off. Then I start scrubbing my fur clean as I mumble to myself, “I love you Trixie.”

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A quick and kinky lesbian fantasy!

Laura, a lesbian, has fallen into debt and is being blackmailed into taking part in research to “cure” her lesbianism. She has recently begun dominating and abusing her girlfriend Erica to allow the research to continue at home…

Chapter 8
VISITORS

Friday at work was much easier than the rest of the week had been. Laura hadn’t taken the aphrodisiacs, and her sexual urges were under control. She didn’t have to deal with having a wet, needy pussy. Her boss left her alone, having blessedly seemed to forget his request for her to show her his bra in the mornings. Candy left her alone. Laura was able to just do her work and go home.

When she got home there was a delightful surprise. She had almost forgotten her new rules for Erica, but there her lover was, naked and kneeling in front of the front door of the house, her hands cuffed behind her back. Laura beamed with delight and told Erica what a lovely and good girlfriend she was. Erica smiled back happily. Laura closed the front door, raised her skirt, grabbed a handful of Erica’s hair, and guided Erica’s mouth towards her pussy.

After a short session of licking had brought Laura to orgasm, she let her lover stand on her feet, and kissed her on the lips tenderly. However, she didn’t let Erica wear clothes, or clean the cunt juices from her face, and of course she left Erica’s hands cuffed behind her back.

Erica had prepared dinner before stripping and cuffing herself. The two girls sat at the table and ate their meals. Laura considered making Erica eat by putting her face into the food like a dog, but took mercy and instead fed Erica from her hand, with Erica pressing her face into Laura’s palm to collect each individual chuck of food one at a time. It was a surprisingly sensual and erotic experience to hand-feed her lover, and afterwards Laura got out the strap-on and repeated last night’s sex session. She noted with approval that Erica had cleaned the dildo well, and she congratulated Erica on her good work while she slapped and raped the girl and sprayed pig cum into her pussy and mouth. Erica cried during the sex but didn’t resist.

As they lay in bed that night, Erica quietly asked, “Why are you hurting me like this?” Laura answered by slapping Erica, and telling her their deal was that Erica never, ever asked questions. Erica shut up dutifully, but Laura realised that there was more work to be done on settling Erica into this pattern of degradation and submission.

The next morning, Laura had realised her solution. She had woken Erica up by gently easing the strap-on into Erica’s pussy, and Erica had woken up with a gasp.

“Why do you like this, Erica?” Laura asked gently as the confused girl struggled to wakefulness.

“What?” asked Erica.

“Why do you like being fucked by a cock?” asked Laura.

“What… I don’t…” began Erica.

“It always gets your pussy wet,” said Laura. “That first night you were dripping wet at the thought.”

Erica didn’t know what to say. She had been wet on Thursday night, even as she was raped and degraded. Even as she was crying. She didn’t know what to say.

“I’ve always suspected that secretly you weren’t a lesbian,” said Laura.

“I am!” protested Erica.

“Secretly you like cock, don’t you?” Laura continued, fucking the dildo in and out of Erica’s snatch.

“No!” said Erica.

Laura leaned in close and whispered in Erica’s ear, as she drove the strap-on deep inside Erica. “If I ever catch you slutting onto a boy,” said Laura quietly, “I will torture your pretty little tits and cunt until you beg for mercy. I will make them sing with pain and people will hear you screaming from five houses away.” She caressed Erica’s cheek with her hand. “And then I will dump you like the worthless little hetero slut that you are.” She bit Erica’s ear gently, and then said “Do you understand?”

Erica only nodded, confused and on the verge of tears. She didn’t know why Laura was suddenly like this. It was so sudden and inexplicable that Erica knew it had to be something that she herself had done wrong. But she didn’t know what and she didn’t know how to fix it. And she was worried there was a grain of truth in what Laura had said, because even though the plastic strap-on hurt and was disgusting, it somehow felt very right, filling up her pussy like that…

Laura pressed her lips against Erica’s, her large tits flattened against Erica’s smaller ones, and fucked Erica’s twat with the dildo until both girls orgasmed.

***

After the sex, Laura put her plan into motion. She told Erica that she had been a good fuck, and deserved a reward. She left Erica lying in bed, and went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for both of them. It didn’t take her long to fry some eggs and cook some toast; she accompanied the food with glasses of orange juice. Except that Erica’s juice secretly contained the powdered residue of two of the Mayim Clinic’s aphrodisiac pills.

She brought the food to Erica in bed, and watched as Erica ate the food and drank the juice. Afterwards, she cleared away the plates, and then sat with Erica until she saw the drugs take hold. Erica’s face became flushed, her breathing began to quicken, and Laura noted one of Erica’s hands unconsciously move beneath the bedsheets to gently cup and massage Erica’s vagina.

Satisfied that Erica was now thinking with her cunt, just as Laura had been on Thursday, Laura immediately pulled her girlfriend out of bed. Erica, whose finger had just been about to start slowly stroking her clitoris, moaned in frustration.

“Come on, get up, lazybones,” Laura said cheerfully. “Michael and Taylor from my work are coming to visit today. We need to get you dressed.”

She led Erica into the shower, and the two girls shared the cubicle as the hot water showered the sex from their bodies. The drugs were making Erica affectionate, and she kept pressing her body up against Laura’s. Erica was an extremely sexy girl, and Laura found it hard to stay focused with Erica’s wet tits rubbing against her and Erica’s nude shaven cunt pressing up against her leg. She wanted to drag Erica back into the bedroom and rape her again, but she knew she didn’t have that long until Michael and Taylor were due. She settled for a warm, steamy tongue kiss and an intimate, loving hug, before getting back to the business of cleaning Erica up.

Afterward they dried off and got dressed. Laura dressed first, making Erica wait naked until she was done. She picked out one of her favourite princess-style dresses, with a faux-corset top that presented her breasts attractively, and long billowing skirts. It was all in pink, of course, to match her hair, and she complemented it with a silver necklace that drew the eye down towards her cleavage. As she looked at herself in the mirror she smiled; it was perfect for teasing Michael – demure yet very fuckable.

But hopefully Michael would be looking at someone else today. Laura turned to regard Erica. Erica’s hand was between her legs again, her fingers buried in her snatch, and Laura had to slap the hand away.

“Oh, god, Erica, stop being such a slut,” said Laura. “Are you just going to play with yourself all day in front of Michael and Taylor?”

Erica at least had the self-awareness to blush.

“Can I even trust you to be a good host and not just lock yourself in the toilet and masturbate?” Laura demanded.

“I’m sorry,” said Erica. She was confused; she didn’t know why she felt this horny. It was like on Thursday when she had been so wet while Laura was raping her, except worse. She didn’t want to see Michael and Taylor. She just wanted to rub her cunt. Or better yet, she wanted Laura to fuck her again with that dildo. She didn’t even mind if it pumped pig cum inside her, if only it would let her orgasm…

“New rule for today,” said Laura. “Stay out of the toilet. I don’t want to see you go in there, okay?”

“Okay,” agreed Erica. She wondered what she was supposed to do if she needed to pee, but she was already embarrassed about her horniness and didn’t want to start a fight with her lover.

With that settled, Laura next arranged for the pictures that the Mayim Clinic had asked for. She told Erica that she wanted to take some sexy photos of Erica, to remind her that Erica loved her and wanted to fuck her. She got Erica to pose nude for her, and took close ups of Erica’s tits and her cunt. Erica was confused but played along, posing and pouting for the girl she loved. She eagerly agreed when Laura asked her to masturbate for the next photo, grateful to touch her increasingly aroused pussy. But when Laura took her back to the shower cubicle and asked Erica to piss for the camera, Erica balked.

“Why would you want that?” she protested.

Laura slapped her, hard, across the face. “Have you already forgotten you don’t ask questions? I want a photo because if you do it, it shows you love me.”

Erica clutched at her slapped face, and reluctantly squatted nude in the shower. Her face flushed with humiliation as she concentrated, released her bladder, and pissed in front of her lover. Laura captured it with several photographs as her cunt tingled happily. She wasn’t turned on by the urine – that was gross – but making Erica do something so humiliating was more than a little delicious. She loved the blush on Erica’s face.

Afterwards, she got Erica to wipe her pussy clean, and then Laura picked out clothes for Erica. There were a strange selection. Laura picked out one of Erica’s pink G-strings, and got Erica to wear it. Erica hadn’t worn this particular item since school, and she found she’d grown a bit. The G-string, which had once fit comfortably, now bit into her groin tightly. The front section failed to cover her entire mons, and Erica’s labia splayed out visibly to either side of the crotch section. The rear vanished between her ass cheeks.

Laura told Erica she was going without a bra today, and then showed Erica the rest of the outfit. It was Erica’s uniform from when she had been in private school, but with some changes. Laura appeared to have trimmed the hemline of the pleated tartan skirt; now it stopped just beneath Erica’s ass. If she bent at all, her butt cheeks were exposed. Her cunt was technically covered by the front, but only just.

The shirt was worse. It was a white short-sleeve button-up dress shirt, but the buttons had been removed. The shirt wouldn’t close in the front. It covered Erica’s medium-sized tits, but it left the skin between them wholly exposed, and each movement threatened to pull it back from her breasts and bare them to the world.

“What is this?” Erica asked. She had already let Laura pull the clothes onto her body before she realised what was wrong with them. She looked at herself in the mirror – she looked like a prostitute. A schoolgirl prostitute.

“You look so cute!” enthused Laura. “I’ve seen so many girls in Japan dressing this way. It’s the fashion.”

“My breasts are going to come out!” protested Erica.

“Nonsense. It’s just like a strapless dress or a tube top. Or a skirt, for that matter. You just have to learn how to wear it. You don’t do cartwheels in a skirt, you don’t do star jumps in a tube top. So you don’t go waving your arms around in this, and you’ll be just fine.”

Erica started to protest, so Laura kissed her on the lips. Erica melted immediately, the tension running out of her. She pressed her tits up against Laura and began to moan sluttily into Laura’s mouth. Her hands moved to fondle Laura’s melons. Laura broke off the kiss after a long minute, and noted happily that Erica had completely forgotten her protests about the clothes.

After that, they did their makeup. Laura did Erica’s, choosing out the brightest sluttiest red lipstick for her lips, and adding blush to Erica’s cheeks to accentuate her already considerable level of sexual arousal.

Laura looked at her girlfriend. She looked like a whore. She looked like even more of a whore than Laura had on Thursday. It made Laura feel a little better about her own slutty actions while under the pill.

It was not long after they had finished getting ready that Laura heard a knock at the door. The visitors were here. Quickly, Laura picked up the remains of their breakfast dishes from the bedroom, and made a show of beginning to take them to the kitchen. Erica followed. When they reached the lounge room, though, Laura deliberately dropped one of the smaller plates. It fell to the floor and broke into a number of small but visible pieces.

“Erica!” commanded Laura, placing the remaining dishes on the kitchen bench. “Stop standing around like an idiot! Pick up those pieces!” She didn’t wait to see if Erica obeyed, but instead went straight to the front door.

It turned out Michael and Taylor had arrived together. Michael, as big and burly as ever, was in denim jeans and a casual top. Laura immediately gave him a warm hug, noting with pleasure his embarassment at having her breasts pressed against him. “Michael!” she enthused. “Oh, I’m so glad you could make it.”

Taylor, blonde and beautiful, stood behind him, in cut-off shirts and a babydoll. Laura had to bite her lip a little; her friend looked hot. She wondered if Taylor had always been so gorgeous, or whether it was just the heightened sexual awareness Laura was in this week. Quickly suppressing her lust, Laura gave Taylor a hug too.

Michael was already heading for the living room, so Laura moved quickly to stop him. “Wait up. Just so you know, I’ve had a talk with Erica about the way she’s dressed today. We had a fight, and she insists on dressing like this. Once she heard you were coming over, Michael, there was no persuading her otherwise for some reason. Anyway, please don’t start up the fight again. Just tell her that she looks pretty and pretend it’s normal, okay?”

Michael looked confused, but he agreed. His confusion changed to shock, though, when he reached the living room.

There was Erica, down on all fours on the carpet, picking up pieces of plate. Her ass was presented to the doorway, and Michael and Taylor could see straight up her obscenely short skirt to her panty-less crotch, and had a perfect view of her anus and of her bare, clearly aroused pussy. Her button-less shirt hung open beneath her, and the outline of her tits could be easily made out swaying back and forth as she collected the pieces of plate.

“Erica!” said Laura sharply. “Stop teasing our visitors and say hello!”

Erica jumped to her feet, her hands clutching at her shirt, pulling it closed over her breasts. She was blushing even before she was upright, but the blush ran awy into a shocked paleness as she realised the view that Michael and Taylor had just had. She swayed on her feet, and for a moment Laura was worried she might faint.

“Hi, Erica,” said Taylor, trying entirely too hard to sound normal. “You look pretty today.”

“I love the outfit,” said Michael, sincerely. Laura looked down and was unsurprised to see Michael’s cock tenting his pants. She felt a stab of jealousy. Normally it was HER teasing that did this to their friends. And SHE did it without dressing like a total slut.

Erica was still standing there like a stunned idiot. “Erica, say hello to our friends. Give them a hug,” suggested Laura. Erica showed no sign of moving, though, so Laura ended up grabbing Erica’s hand and pulling her over to Michael. Cautiously, Michael enfolded the whorishly-dressed lesbian girl in a hug. Erica responded stiffly at first, but then as she felt her tits touching Michael, and her legs rubbing against his legs, she made a little moan and started to hug him back tightly. She kept holding him until Michael had completely released her, and Laura had to kind of help to pull her away.

Laura could see that Erica wasn’t thinking clearly at all now. The drugs had completely hijacked her brain. She was only barely responding to what she was seeing and hearing, and mostly reacting to what her body was feeling. Experimentally, Laura pushed Erica towards Taylor, and was pleased to see her immediately nuzzle up to Taylor in a hug that was definitely more intimate than friendship warranted.

“Are you okay?” Taylor started to ask Erica, but when she opened her mouth, Erica instinctively leaned forward and kissed Taylor on the lips. They remained like that for several shocked seconds, Taylor frozen and Erica passionately tongue kissing her. And then Taylor finally got her wits about her. She shoved Erica hard, and Erica fell backwards, down onto the floor. She landed with her legs apart and her cunt splayed for public inspection.

“What the hell, Erica?” Taylor shouted. “I’m not a lesbian. And you have a girlfriend!”

Erica started to cry. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. Realising her pussy was exposed, she pulled her legs together and tried to get up onto her knees. “I’m so sorry.”

Laura made a disgusted noise. “You are such a pig, Erica. Come with me.” She pulled Erica to her feet, and dragged her into the bedroom, closing the door to shut out Taylor and Michael.

Inside, Erica was still crying and apologising, but Laura would have none of it.

“Kissing Taylor? What kind of slut are you? All morning you’ve been a total whore. In fact for the last several days. I can’t believe I date you.”

“Nooo…” moaned Erica. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me. Kiss me. Lick me. Please.”

“You’re a slutpig, Erica,” said Laura. She reached out and grabbed Erica’s undefended clitoris and twisted it. Erica yowled.

“Say it. You’re a slutpig,” demanded Laura.

“I’m a slutpig,” sobbed Erica.

“A slutty little piglet who needs to be raped,” said Laura.

“Yes. Yes. I need to be raped,” said Erica. Laura knew Erica would say anything to get an orgasm, because it was how she’d felt herself in the Mayim Clinic chair.

“You’re getting a time out,” said Laura. She fetched the handcuffs, grabbed Erica’s hands, and cuffed them behind her back.

“What…” asked Erica.

“That’s to stop you rubbing your little whore pussy for the next little while. I’m going to leave you in here to see if you can get yourself under control. If you’re good I might let you out to enjoy the rest of the day.” She pinched Erica’s clitoris again. “If you’re bad you can start looking for somewhere else to live.”

“I’ll be good,” whined Erica. She looked so disgusting, thought Laura, snivelling and covered in her own tears. But in another way so hot. She wished she had time to force Erica to lick her out, but she didn’t. Turning her back on Erica, she returned to the living room, closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry about that,” she said to Taylor and Michael, loud enough for Erica to hear in the next room. “Erica’s been going through a slutty phase. She can’t help herself. She’s going to have a rest and try and feel better. I’m so sorry. But tell me all about what’s been happening with you!”

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For the next hour, Laura chatted with her two friends. They were both obviously weirded out by what had happened with Erica, but Laura was an easy socialiser and they soon grew comfortable again. They talked about things they’d done; about TV shows they’d watched. Taylor had a few new anime recommendations for Laura that sounded interesting. Laura counted with two picks of her own, plus a perverted hentai show whose description she knew would titillate Michael. “It’s about girl superhero schoolgirls with big breasts. They fight in pairs. But they only power up when their partner’s tits are in pain, so it’s full of tit bondage and tit whipping and stuff every episode.”

When she noticed the talk was once again giving Michael an erection, Laura changed the topic. “Erica’s been in the next room for a while. I’m afraid if I go in there I’ll just start a fight again. Michael, do you think you could go spend some time with her?”

Michael nodded. “Sure, I could do that.”

Laura blushed. “Um, I had to handcuff her because she was so worked up. She should probably leave the cuffs on, but if you want to let her free, here’s the key.” She passed the tiny key to Michael, and then watched as Michael headed to the bedroom, stepped inside, and shut the door behind him.

With Michael gone, Laura tried to continue talking to Taylor, but she noticed Taylor was distracted. The blonde girl’s eyes kept straying to the bedroom door, and Laura began to realise that her friend was not just friends with Michael. She had a crush on him! The two may already be dating – they’d turned up together, after all – but on the other hand Laura had seen no physical affection between the two, so maybe Taylor’s pining for the big hunk was unrequited.

To be honest, Laura found it hard to concentrate as well. She’d sent Michael in to see Erica with a specific outcome in mind, and she felt in control of the situation, but at the same time she didn’t feel good about having sent a horny male into her bedroom to play with her handcuffed, horny, sluttily-dressed girlfriend. She suspected that under the drugs Erica was going to make a slut of herself, exactly as Laura might have done, but she didn’t like the idea that Erica could be made to respond sexually to a man, even under a chemical influence.

Nevertheless Laura kept a cheerful conversation going for a good fifteen minutes, until she judged that Michael and Erica had had enough time to become acquainted. Then she abruptly rose from her seat, moved quickly to the bedroom door, and threw it open.

Inside, she saw exactly what she’d hoped – and feared.

Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants and underpants pulled down to expose his cock. He was clearly in the throes of sexual bliss, probably because Erica was kneeling on the floor between his legs and sucking his cock. Her shirt was open to exposed her engorged slutmelons, and her skirt was hiked up so that her hands – no longer handcuffed – could furiously fingerbang her dripping snatch.

Laura’s appearance in the doorway focused Michael’s attention with dramatic speed. He gasped, and then at the same time his hips began to twitch and buck against Erica’s face. He was cumming. Laura watched Erica’s eyes widen, and she tried to pull away, only to have Michael’s hand grab her hair and pull her tight against his crotch. Michael pumped against her face three times, then four, and then he released her. Erica fell backwards from him, semen dripping from her lips as she pulled her mouth off his cock, and it was only then that she saw Laura, and the slutty, satisfied expression on her face changed to one of horror.

Laura’s voice was calm and icy. “Michael, get out of my house. We’re still friends, but you’ve just fucked my girlfriend and you have a lot of apologising to do for that.”

“I’m sorry…” started Michael.

“Later,” said Laura. “Taylor, you should go too.”

Taylor was looking at Erica in fury, jealousy and disgust. She clearly wanted to attack Erica on the spot and beat her slutty little body until Erica screamed. Michael moved to intercept her, though, already pulling up his pants. He led Taylor from the room, not meeting Laura’s gaze.

Laura stood there, staring at Erica angrily, until she heard Michael and Taylor leave, shutting the front door behind them.

“Please,” whimpered Erica. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I’m doing. I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Laura said nothing. She just strode over to Laura, jerked the little bitch to her feet, and pushed her up against the wall.

“You slut,” she whispered. Then, unable to control herself anymore, she leaned in and kissed Erica on the lips.

Erica was surprised, but just as Laura had hoped, Erica’s mouth still tasted of cum. Laura’s tongue explored Erica, licking up the traces of semen she found in Erica’s mouth and swallowing them. She knew this was wrong – licking her best friend’s sperm out of her lover’s mouth – but Laura just had to know if real male semen tasted as good as the fake stuff she had bought.

It did. It was salty and warm and amazing. Laura moaned as she sucked the saliva and cum from Erica’s mouth. Erica tried to struggle, not knowing what was happening, but Laura held her against the wall, pinning Erica’s arms to the bricks. She devoured every trace of man-spunk in Erica’s mouth, and it was only when she was sure there was no more to be had that she broke off the kiss.

Then she slapped Erica hard across the face. And did it again. And again.

“You fucking hetero fake-lesbian liar,” Laura spat. Her saliva spattered on Erica’s face, which looked messy, so Laura hit her again. “You shitty whore of a cock-baiting traitor.”

Erica was crying now. Laura felt like Erica cried at everything this week. She was pathetic. She went to hit her again, and then worried about how the bruises on Erica’s face were going to look. She instead transferred the slap to Erica’s tits, giving her an open-palmed whack across the left tit, and then closing her fist and deliberately punching the right one.

“Sucking my best friend’s cock? Drinking down a man’s sperm?” Laura punched Erica’s tit again, and then grabbed the nipple and viciously twisted it. She used her hand to force open Erica’s mouth, and then spat in it. “There. Do you like it when people put things in your mouth?” She spat in Erica’s mouth again, and then punched Erica’s boobs again for good measure.

Laura had never felt like this before. She was so angry. She had deliberately set up Erica to have a sexual encounter with Michael, so that Laura would have a reason to insist on Erica’s total obedience from now on. But a small part of her had expected it wouldn’t work, that even at her sluttiest Erica wouldn’t touch a man’s cock. She had thought maybe she would find Erica letting Michael masturbate her. or humping Michael’s leg. But Erica had put Michael’s cock in her mouth and sucked it until Michael came. She had done that willingly. And if Erica had stood up to her and defended herself, or discussed it calmly, maybe Laura could have respected her, but she was snivelling and pleading like a crack whore. Right now Laura couldn’t believe she had dated this woman as her peer and equal instead of just treating her like the desperate fucktoy that she clearly was.

She punched Erica in the tits again, and then kneed her hard in the cunt. Erica doubled over, coughing. Laura grabbed her by her hair and dragged her forward.

“I’m sorry,” whined Erica. “Please don’t leave me. Please. I love you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I love you so much.”

“You love me?” Laura said. Her voice was loud now. She threw Erica down onto the floor. Erica struggled to her knees, still weeping.

“Please,” Erica begged.

“Do you want to stay in this house?” said Laura. Actually, more than half the house had been bought with Erica’s money, but she didn’t think Erica was even going to remember that right now, let alone argue it.

Sure enough, Erica’s eyes lit up, with a mixture of hope and fear. “Yes,” she exclaimed. “Yes!”

“I might – MIGHT – be willing to let you stay,” said Laura. “But not as my girlfriend.”

Erica looked like she had been kicked again.

“Oh, you’ll still pretend you’re my girlfriend to everyone else,” Laura continued. “But you won’t be. You’ll be my fucktoy.”

Erica didn’t know what to make of that. Was Laura dumping her? She looked confused.

“Every little thing I want to do to a woman’s body, I am going to do to you,” said Laura. “Every torture, every degradation that I think might amuse me, you’ll endure.” She knelt down and started fishing around under the bed, ultimately finding the strap-on and some of the liquid vials left over from last night.

“We’re not exclusive anymore,” Laura explained. “You still don’t get to fuck anyone else, but if I see another pretty girl I’ll flirt with her and maybe screw her, because I don’t owe you anything. You’ll dress how I want, you’ll do what I want, and you’ll say what I want.”

Laura took out the vial of urine from the box. She hadn’t used it yet. But she thought today was the day. Carefully, she filled the strap-on full of piss.

“You will never, ever discuss anything that happens in this house with an outsider. You will never, ever question anything I say or do. When I hurt you or degrade you, you will thank me immediately thereafter, and make me think that you mean it. You will go to work, and work, but I will manage your pay and use it however I see fit. If I want to use your pay to arrange for you to be raped by a male dog, then you will cooperate and then thank me for it.”

Erica looked like she might throw up.

“Don’t you dare vomit, you little slut. If you do you’ll be licking it up off the floor.” Laura used her foot to kick at Erica’s cunt again, and then began to undress herself from her princess dress. Erica watched, until Laura was completely nude. Then Laura buckled the strap-on on, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

“If you don’t like the new arrangement, then get out of the house right now. You don’t get to take anything with you, because you owe me for cheating on me like a prostitute with my friend.”

Erica made no move to leave. She just kept sobbing. There was snot running from her nose. She looked disgusting.

“If you’re going to stay, and be my little fake-lesbian fucktoy, then use the tissues to clean up that ugly face of yours, and then come over here and pretend I’m Michael.”

Erica didn’t move for a few moments, and Laura had a sudden horrible feeling that she’d gone too far. But then Erica started to slowly crawl to the tissues near the bed. Laura watched as Erica cleaned her face up, and then crawled back to Laura, looked up at her with a mixture of love, misery and horror, and then opened her mouth and took the big plastic strap-on into it.

The feeling of power that Laura felt was electric. In a couple of days she had turned her lover from a confident, elegant professional into a broken sex slave. Erica was kneeling in front of Laura and sucking on a strap-on, knowing full well that it was going to result in the strap-on filling her mouth with a stranger’s urine. Laura grabbed Erica’s head and forced it tighter against her crotch. Erica started to choke, but Laura held her there, and soon Erica had overcome her gag reflex and had accepted the plastic dong into her throat. Laura leaned back in ecstasy as her lover worshipped her fake cock, and when she felt the dildo start to twitch, and she knew that it was pissing into Erica’s mouth, Laura orgasmed too.

“Drink it all,” she whispered to Erica, holding her head so she couldn’t pull away from the pissing plastic dick. “Drink it all, fucktoy.”

And Erica did.

(To be continued…)

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The girls continue to meet their teachers

Part 2

Christine continued to show Serena around the school. Serena was glad she came to this school. It had all she needed and she could get. Christine held Serena’s hand as they walked to the next class, which was literature with Ms. Karen.

Ms. Karen was a short woman with white blonde hair. She had on a black pencil skirt and a white ruffle blouse.
“Hello Ms. Karen” Christine said as she closed the door.
“Hello Christine. Who is this?” Ms. Karen said looking at Serena. Ms. Karen looked to proper and stern to be that kind of teacher, Serena thought.
“I’m Serena. New student”
“Mhmm. I see”
Ms. Karen walked to Christine and gave her a long kiss. Serena watched in enjoyment, seeing their tongues dance. Serena noticed a bulge in Ms. Karen’s skirt. Christine pulled away and grabbed Serena to the front of her.
“Ms. Karen is one of the special teachers” Christine whispered in her ear, “watch”
Ms. Karen pulled down her pencil skirt along with her black lace panties.
Serena gasped as she seen the 8 inch hard cock hit Ms. Karen’s stomach as she let her lace panties fall. Ms. Karen started stroking while looking up and down at Serena’s body.
Serena felt Christine kissing her warm body and unbuttoning her shirt.
Ms. Karen walked up to her and put her hand under Serena’s skirt and said, “I hope you enjoy.”

Ms. Karen then gave Serena a French kiss as she rubbed Serena’s wet pussy. Serena had lain on the desk as Ms. Karen continued kissing her and rubbing her pussy. Christine let Ms. Karen and Serena get acquainted as she put on a strap on. Then she walked up behind Ms. Karen and rubs the strap on dildo between Ms. Karen’s ass cheeks. Ms. Karen stopped kissing Serena long enough to moan before Serena continued kissing her. Christine rammed the dildo into Ms. Karen’s ass hard and fucks her. Since Ms. Karen was bent over on top of Serena, her cock had rubbed against Serena’s pussy, which added more pleasure. So Ms. Karen rubbed her cock against Serena’s pussy and then slid it in.

Serena gasped. She had never felt a cock that big before and was enjoying the feel of it. Not even her ex-boyfriend, Daniel, was this big. She felt Ms. Karen’s tongue on her neck and she fucked her pussy and Christine fucked Ms. Karen’s ass.

Ms. Karen was enjoying the tight squeeze of Serena’s pussy and fucked harder. It was giving her so much pleasure, plus Christine fucking her ass. She was going to cum soon. Christine had fucked Ms. Karen enough to know to pull out. Ms. Karen had pulled out of Serena and shoved her cock into Serena’s warm mouth. Serena sucks on her cock as she felt Christine shove the strap on into her pussy and fucked her.

Ms. Karen was moaning so loud that Serena knew it was coming. But she didn’t expect a lot of cum from Ms. Karen. She thought it was so sexy drinking cum form this woman that she came herself. Christine knew she came, and slowly came to a stop. When Serena licked off the last bit of cum from Ms. Karen’s cock, she sat up and gave Ms. Karen a long French kiss. The turned to Christine, doing the same.

Ms. Karen pulled away and got herself dressed. Then turned to the girls and said, “Thank you ladies. And as for you Ms. Serena,” she smiled, “I’ll be expecting you after school on Monday for some catching up.” With that she left the room, and the girls got dressed. Serena thought she’d do something nice and put her panties in the top drawers of Ms. Karen’s desk, in memory of their first time. Christine smiled and took Serena to another class. Serena couldn’t wait to meet the rest of the teachers.
Christine took Serena to the next teacher, who was Mrs. Page, the science teacher. Mrs. Page was a married woman who loved pussy. She wore a business look-a-like suit in the color of gray. Her hair was wrapped up into a bun and had streaks of gray. Serena thought she might have been one of the old, boring, dull teachers. Christine walked her in and introduced them.
“Hi, Mrs. Page,” Christine said.
Mrs. Page looked up and smiled. “Hello, dear. Who is this?” she asked, gesturing to Serena.
“This is Serena. She’s a new student.”
“I see. Come here Ms. Serena.”
Serena slowly walked forth to Mrs. Page. Mrs. Page stood up and looked all around Serena, inspecting her.
“Aren’t’ you certainly beautiful? Now tell me, do you like older women?”
Serena gasped at the question. “I’m not sure what you mean” she stuttered. She looked at Christine, who just smiled and shrugged. She noticed that Mrs. Page stood behind her, very closely.
“I mean, do you like a married woman?” Mrs. Page grabbed Serena’s breasts and squeezed them hard.
“I…I-…”
“Of course you do, dear” Mrs. Page said, “because I can tell” She smiled at Christine then pulled up Serena’s skirt rubbing at her pussy. Serena moaned at the contact and automatically began humping herself against Mrs. Page hand.
“Oh, we have a humper” Mrs. Page said gladly. She pulled her hand away and laid Serena down on the lab table. She pulled up her skirt and pull off her panties.
“Christine dear, come and sit on Serena’s face.”
Christine took off her clothes and sat her pussy over Serena’s face. Serena immediately started licking at her pussy and eating her out. Meanwhile, Mrs. Page was setting her pussy on Serena’s and began humping. Serena gasped, but kept eating Christine’s pussy.
Mrs. Page started humping Serena’s pussy faster and harder, causing them both to moan and gasp. Christine on the other hand began cumming and Serena was licking up all of her juices. Moments later, both Mrs. Page and Serena began cumming. It took a while for them to stop convulsing and breathe. Both Mrs. Page and Christine got down and kissed Serena simultaneously. Their tongues danced and danced, sharing all of juices of all three combined.
After they’ finished kissing, they all got dressed. Mrs. Page said for both of them to come back another time because she enjoyed the affair. Christine and Serena grabbed each other’s hand and walked off to their dorms because it had been a long day of sex. But they couldn’t wait for tomorrow, where there’d be more teachers and other students.

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What can happen when your father’s a bum

The Money Load, a luxury yacht left the harbour a little pass nine o’clock. On it as one might expect were dozens of beautiful women. Most of them were about my age, possibly younger. Though the music was jumping and food was in abundance the look on the girl’s faces weren’t all that excited. I couldn’t blame them. If they were here for the same reason I was here then I’d be surprised if anyone of us could ever possibly smile again.

My name was Samantha Foxx. Just a little while ago I used to be a regular middle class white girl from the suburbs. I had a mother and father, as well as a little brother and sister. That all changed when I found out how much of a scum bag my father was. The bastard who had always been cheap, had gotten into the mob for over 4 million dollars worth of debt. I mean how the fuck does a man with no money get into 4 million dollars worth of debt. Then to top off the pile of this shit, the debt was increasing day by day, minute by minute, like a fucking fungus.

I remember the day ‘they’ came to our house. It was a day I’d never forget. They came in pairs, as most scum bags do. One was a giant, obviously the muscle, and the other one was a skinny man, with a trusting face. The big one was called Thor, and the other one had an actual name, not just a first name like Cher. His name was Edward Newchild. Apart from his eerily trust worthy face the man a vile feel to him. I got shivers every time I looked in the eyes. The two of them had come to talk with my father. Unfortunately for me I was at school at the time, so I couldn’t be apart of the conversation. Had I been there, I would told them to fuck off and simply take my father. Since I wasn’t, I ended up getting brokered off as a part of his deal to settle his debt. I also happened to be my bad luck, to be my father’s only child. Sure I had a brother and sister, but those two were my step mother’s children, and she was smart enough to get the fuck out of town with them. If only she had decided to fill me in on this. Seriously, I must have been born under the most horrible fuck star shinning on this part of the damned world.

It was during that same night that MR. Newchild and his cronies took me away. I was in the kitchen scanning the inside of the fridge like all teenagers do. And, like most teenagers I didn’t find anything good to eat. Though even if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to eat it. It was there in the kitchen, while standing in front of the fridge that these bastards abducted me. They grabbed me with gloved hands. There were two of them at that moment, one on either side of me. I was lifted from the arm pits and carried to their van, because as we all know, kidnappers have vans. I tried screaming at first but they placed a gag inside my mouth. It wasn’t even a descent store bought gag either. It was just some disgusting crap that they must found on the ground somewhere. I saw my father before I was pushed in the back. The look in his eyes disgusted me. He had a look that no father should ever have in situations like these. He had a look that said, ‘better you than me’.

If I could talk then I would have called every vile name in the book of vile names. I remember thrashing like a fish trying to get free. If I had gotten free then first I would have knocked out the bastard who had once been my father and then run away and never come back. The problem was that I was a 120lbs 16 year girl against two large and very strong men. Once I was thrown into the van there was a moment when I thought that I could get by the two fore mentioned large men. It was amazing how fast that thought got knocked out me, as well as how fast I blacked out after being punched in the stomach.

When I woke up it was in some plain white, windowless room. A part from that oh so useful tidbit of information I had absolutely no idea just where the hell I was. I wouldn’t have even known there was a door if my second least favourite person had shown up. It was the first time I had seen Mr. Edward Newchild. At first glance I found he was a good looking guy. On the second glance the love was gone and he was just another asshole to add to my list of people’s asses I needed to kick. So far there were three people on that list, and two of them were my father. He was such an asshole that he needed twice the necessary ass kicking.

Anyway, there I was sitting on a chair. I didn’t want to be sitting on the chair, but the ropes and handcuffs thought otherwise. It was a good thing for Mr. Newchild that they were there otherwise he’d be getting a taste of foot. But, there wasn’t anything I could do for the moment. Knowing this he sat on the only other thing in this room. He crossed his legs and his arms and simply stared at me. It was really disconcerting. Watched as his perverted eyes went up and down my 16 year old frame. After a minute observing his Lolita complex he began to talk. And, from the way he talked it sounded as if he’d said the same thing over and over again.

“Ms. Foxx, I’m sorry to inform you that your father is a bum. He selfishly raised a debt of over 4 million dollars. In as effort to pay off his debt he sold you, his only daughter to men like us.” he said. “Now in order to pay off his debt be a good little girl and do everything we say, or your might get hurt.”

He looked at me with an expectant face. I assumed at that point that he and his ‘people’ made many girls do all sort of lewd things in fear for their dead beat parents or siblings. I personally wasn’t one of those girls. Luckily Mr. Newchild took the filthy gag out of my mouth at that moment.

“Listen, I don’t care what you do to that pig. Just let me go.” I pleaded.
“Such hateful word. He’s your father, shouldn’t you do everything you can help him in his financial crisis.”

I looked at him straight in the eyes, which was pretty hard to do since they sent shivers down my spine, and told him, “Hell no, why the hell should I help some dead beat loser willing to sell his 16 year old daughter.”

I could see he was agreeing with me. But, I sensed that even if he agreed with my point of view it wouldn’t change the fact that he some new property, which was probably a lot more profitable than some nasty old man.

“Well you make a good point. But, the fact still remains that we own you now and you’ll be earning back that 4 million your father owes us.” said Edward Newchild. “Don’t worry though, with a fine piece of ass like you, that debt will be paid off in no time. Actually in terms of debt, 4 million is in the top ten of the lowest amounts we’re owed.”

That was a low blow. I mean, come on. To be subjected to this kind of crap while being in the top 10 of the lowest owed amounts is kind of an insult.

“Now then I’ll be off, but don’t worry, you won’t be alone for long.” he said.

True to his word I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he left three young guys and an nasty old man entered the room. The only shred of clothing they had on were black ski masks to cover their face. Though to be honest I wasn’t fixated on their faces. It was the first time I’d seen a cock in real life. I wouldn’t even let my boyfriend whip his out, and now there were four of them. All them had plans of entering me. This made me wish I was back in all those classes I skipped to hang out with friends. Though on a more fucked up point I was a little bit flattered. It was my vanity acting up. I mean they wouldn’t want to forcibly rape and violate me if I wasn’t attractive. It was a good feeling in the fucked up and twisted sense of the word. Trust me though, that feeling passed exceptionally fast as the old man grabbed my face and rammed his meat rod down my throat.

It tasted like someone boiled garbage and seasoned it with rank. Although I thought that, my opinion didn’t matter much in this situation. The old man was determined to scrape off whatever died on his dick with the muscles in my throat. I wanted to throw up but it couldn’t get past his nasty penis. There were tears trickling down my face, and once the other three guys started on me that trickle would turn into a stream. I was untied from the chair which was immediately pulled from under me. The sudden lost of something under me sent my face farther into the old man’s silver bush. It hurt like hell going that far onto the man, and it hurt even more when he, engulfed in his pleasure grabbed my blond hair and pulled like he was holding onto reigns for a horse. That small bit of pain distracted me while the other guys managed to get my skirt off and my panties around my ankles. It wasn’t until one of them had their cocks pressed against the lips of my vagina that I noticed what was happening beyond the end of the old guy’s penis. The bastard was chuckling while he teased me. I wanted to kick the prick, but my legs were restrained by my panties. Instead I thrashed about, putting up the most resistance I could with the limited mobility I had.

I got my ass slapped for my troubles of trying to resist. It didn’t obscure my goal of trying to get these assholes off of me. I was slapped again, and again, and again. It was when they began using the riding crop that I settled down a bit. And, once I did the man at my precious pussy decided it was time to be an even bigger jerk. He rammed his entire shaft inside of me, causing me to unintentionally bite down on the old man. His reaction wasn’t without its cost, but it was satisfying none the less. He screamed like a prepubescent girl seeing her favourite boy band live in concert. He pulled out of me quickly and once he did I spit out a good amount of blood as my chest hit the floor. The other three guys, including the fucker fucking me were laughing at the old man’s misfortune, which he decided to take out on me. The kick to the face came out of now where like a bolt of lightning. Luckily for me he wasn’t wearing shoes. I tasted blood in my moth that wasn’t the old man’s cock blood. And, for a moment I found it ironic how I was now bleeding from both ends.

Rapist #1 was increasing his speed. He was hitting me like a fucking jack hammer. Then he stopped. He gripped my ass tightly and shot his load off inside of me. He pulled out leaving me on my knees with my ass in the air and my face pressed against the floor. I could feel the liquid mess dripping out of me and the terrifying thought of there being two more people, three if you included the old man with the hopefully scarred penis, left to rape me. And, I wasn’t even counting the first guy wanting a second helping. The tears were really coming down now, and only the picture of my father being tortured at the hands of sadistic specialist got me through to the next minute. As they say, positive thinking. Then as if my luck couldn’t any worse, my lord and master Edward Newchild waltzed into the clean white room only blemished by the blood on the floor from the old man and my self.

“Well gentlemen I’m afraid time’s up. I hope you’ve had your fill.” said Edward Newchild. “This young lady has other appointments to attend to.”

There was a moment when the two guys who hadn’t got some of me looked as if they were going to say something. The moment went as soon as it came. Edward Newchild had given them one of his patented blood chilling glares. Then he looked down at me. I would’ve been thankful that he came in when he did, but knowing this man I was sure he had some other fucked up fate for me. The four men filed out of the room. The guy who stole my virginity had a huge smile on his face. The old man was rubbing his swelling cock. Personally I hoped he would catch some kind of infection and have to have his dick cut off. The other two guys looked down. They were the only ones that didn’t get any. I wasn’t exactly feeling sorry for them.

With just me and Mr. Newchild alone, he stooped down to get a better look at me. He held my chin in his hand, and I was tempted to spit some of the lingering blood in his face. That was when the common sense of brain teamed up with the self preservation part of my brain, and did something that’s normally impossible. It shut my mouth. I looked away reluctant to look this man in the eyes. He dropped my chin then causing my head to bounce a little. He snapped his fingers, and his partner Thor came into the room. My imagination kicked in and I thought he was sent in to rape me with, from his stature could only be an inhuman horse cock. I closed my eyes preparing for the worst to happen, but instead I felt myself being lifted off the surprisingly warm ground. I reopened my eyes and saw that Thor was carrying me down a plain hall way with no identifiable markings. Edward Newchild was right beside us. I looked to him to get some kind of clue as to where I was going next. There was nothing there. From just looking at his face there was nothing I could do except trust him, and that scared me. I didn’t want to trust this guy. In his own way he was more frightening then the big man Thor who could hold me over one shoulder.

We came up to this door at the end of the hallway. It was a big heavy looking door. Almost like the kind that you’d find in a kitchen, or the entrance to a walk-in freezer. My head was instantly filled with thoughts of me being hung from a meat hook where I’d be cut up and sold as cheap meat to restaurants. I tried kicking and squirming and yelling to be let go. None of them worked. My legs were still hampered by the panties around my ankles, Thor had too strong a hold on me, and Mr. Newchild seemed like the kind of man to get a hard on from the screams I’d make. I was expecting the worst when Edward Newchild opened the big metal door. I was pleasantly surprised to a little make up studio. Thor walked in a little bit before he threw me down on the ground. Once I was down Mr. Newchild graciously undid the heavy fucking handcuffs for me. He stepped back away from probably afraid that’d lash out. Truthfully it hadn’t occurred to me to do that at that moment, and I didn’t know why.

I was on the ground with Mr. Newchild and Thor blocking the only exit for a about a minute before I heard the clanking sound of expensive heels on concrete. I looked toward the door as the owner of those expensive heels made her way inside. She was a tall woman, even without the high heels. She stood a couple of feet above Mr. Newchild. This woman, who I’d learn to call Madam was beautiful if not a little old just around the edges. She seemed like the kind of woman that used to be some kind of super model back in the day, and was now trying to work the mature look. That night she started off wearing a long black and midnight purple dress that ended at her ankles. Over it she wore a heavy fur coat. Long black silk gloves covered her arms, and a large hat covered head of sandy blond hair.

“Welcome Madam.” said Edward Newchild. “Sorry, she was in the middle of something when the payment cleared.”

Madam walked over to me. She stooped down a bit to look at me. I was amazed that she could manoeuvre her self in the outfit she was wearing. Like Mr. Newchild she cupped my chin in her gloved hands. She twisted it to the right, then to the left. Up and then down. She picked up and let strands of my hair fall back onto my head. She looked me in the eyes and I looked back into hers. They were cold, yet not vile like Mr. Newchild’s eyes. Then her eyes dipped to scan my mouth. I think the blood was beginning to dry on the corner of my mouth.

“She’s been roughed up a bit.” said the Madam standing back up. “But, not too bad. Not bad at all. Usually your stock is just so horrible that its not even worth all the money I’m spending.”

“Sorry about that Madam, we tend to be a little impatient when it comes to new merchandise.” said Mr. Newchild.

There was a snicker from Thor who quickly stopped when he saw the look from Madam. I didn’t know her, but I had to guess that she was a very powerful person. Only powerful people could make big men like Thor stop and obey without even saying a word. I learned right then that it was probably best not to get on this woman’s bad side.

“Ok get her cleaned up and bring her to my car.” said Madam turning away from me and leaving the room.

For about an hour or so I was brought to several different little rooms. In these rooms I was showered off, douched out, patched up. All this was down by other girls that Mr. Newchild had apparently acquired. All of them were fucked up. Some were fucked physically, with one girl having only one eye, and all of them were fucked up mentally. I was as if their free wills had been sucked out their bodies. They looked happy. Now that scared me more than my first time watching Halloween when I was six. After my skin was down, I was dressed in a black mini-skirt that barely went past my pussy, black hold up stockings, and tight fucking corset over a white lace shirt. My hair was done up with a single black ribbon. Who ever designed this little outfit for me had a taste for Gothic Lolita.

When I was fully dressed, save my panties, I was escorted out of their little hide out and into their little hide out’s underground garage. The Madam’s car was waiting for me. It was, as expected, a black limo. The door opened and was ushered inside. I sat facing Madam and attempted to sit in a way that would expose me to her. Before we left Mr. Newchild stuck his head inside the limo as well. He smiled as he looked from me to Madam.

“Thanks for doing business with us Madam. If you need anything else, please feel free to call a day in advance.” said Edward Newchild. “And, I almost forgot. Ms. Foxx this for you.”

The bastard reached inside and placed a collar around my neck. From what I could see it was black, and had a little tag that said Foxx on it. I’d noticed that the other girls in there had similar collars, but at the time I hadn’t paid much attention. Then after placing the collar around my neck he reached over to Madam and handed her something. The two of them nodded to each other and then Mr. Edward Newchild got out and closed the door. Once the door was closed the limo took off out of the garage and into the sunlight of a new day. I didn’t know so much time had passed. When they abducted me it was only about eight in the evening.

When the shock of time wore off I turned my attentions to Madam. She was staring at me in a very creepy manner. If she were a man I’d swear she was checking me out. As it turned out she was checking me out. I began to feel uneasy and started rubbing my legs together in an attempt to better hide bare snatch. She giggled at my embarrassment, which made blush a little. After that little moment of playfulness she turned serious.

“Ok then. What’s your name?” she asked.
“Samantha Foxx.” I said.
“Well Foxx, I’m your new master. You will refer to me as Madam. I’ll also accept Mistress.” she said. “Now come over here.”
I hesitated a little bit and I discovered just what it was that Mr. Newchild gave her. It was the remote to the shock collar that the fucker put on me. She pressed the button and sent a disgustingly painful jolt of electricity into me. I got the message then. This bitch wasn’t playing around. I moved my pert little ass over to and knelt in front of her. She smiled at me and rubbed my blond hair like a little dog. Then to add further insult to injury she patted the seat beside her as if I was a real dog. Not wanting to get another one of those annoying fucking shocks I got up beside her. From there I discovered a part of the service she wanted. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but this was all happening within the span of a day.

Madam pushed me against the leather upholstery and split my legs apart. I felt a rush of anxiety as I felt her gloved hand brush against my exposed cunt. I watched as she slowly rubbed my snatch up and down and all around. There was a rush of heat that shot up me like a volcano. Madam was enjoying her teasing. She enjoyed bringing me to the edge of orgasm, something I’ve only had once in my life, and then stopping. I was biting my lip and clenching my fists.

“Are you going to come?” Madam asked me after sliding her tongue up the side of my face.

“Yes.” I whispered.
She laughed at me, then pulled my head back by my hair. I yelled from the sudden and unwanted pain. Seriously what was it with people and pulling my hair. Did they know how long it took to do my hair, or how long it took to grow the fucking thing. Anyway, after she pulled my head back she decided it was time I had my first lesbian French kiss. Her tongue that had just slid up the side of my face was now duelling with my own tongue. She leg go of my hair and moved her hand from my slit to grab my face for a more intense kiss. I was starting to lose air when thankfully the limo stopped. I was released from Madam’s grasp and allowed to breathe. I gasped for precious, precious air. Once I caught my breath the door was opened from the outside and I was allowed to get out. There was a glare in my eyes for a second and then I saw where we were.

We were in the Big apple, New York city. I couldn’t describe my level of surprise, considering that until just recently I lived in a suburban neighbourhood, in Canada. It was my first time being in New York. I’d always wanted to come here but my father always said we didn’t have the money. Turns out he did have the money since he had burrowed enough to owe dangerous amount of money to dangerous men like Mr. Newchild. The limo was parked in front of one of those Trump building seen in the background of New York city pictures. It was tall and looked well kept. Madam stepped out of the car beside me. From there she led the way inside the skyscraper. I couldn’t help being captivated by the lobby of this building. It designed in such a way that it looked as if the entire place was made of solid gold. Before I knew it I was in the elevator with Madam heading up to the penthouse. To be perfectly honest, the only reason I did notice was because Madam had blocked me into a corner and began where she left off in the limo.

Her right hand was under my skirt rubbing pussy. Her left hand was occupied with my left breast. And her mouth was clamped onto my own. Madam was wild. It was easy to see that she was eager to devour me. I couldn’t say the feeling was mutual. Somehow though, I had a feeling that I’d better start feeling mutual very soon, or there would be a price to pay, I’d just recently developed a fetish for getting things for free.

My knees were buckling. All of my feelings were migrating south, and I was finding it hard to find the strength to stand, or mentally resist the fact that I was loving this. Madam knew what she was doing. Madam ran her hand over my blond bush that I had the embarrassing honour of having trimmed down for me. It now cleverly looked like a fox. She played around there for a moment before twisting my clit. As she touched the little nub it was like being struck with a less painful jolt of electricity. My screams were covered up by the Madam’s mouth and I felt the last of my strength disappear. I went limp in the Madam’s arms, barely able to form a thought much less say anything.

The elevator came to a stop, and the Madam pressed the button on the shock collar control. I instantly perked right up, and a bit of cum escaped my pussy. The shock also cleared my head enough for me to have an epiphany. I was getting used to this treatment by the Madam. I was actually liking it. She could have beaten me with a metal studded cane lit on fire until I was a bloody pulp and I would be happy with it. God, I was fucked up, and I hadn’t even been at this for a couple of days. And it was painfully clear that I was a lesbian. I mean if I was just a masochist then I wouldn’t be so disgusted with the things those men did to me, but I was disgusted.

The door opened and the Madam walked out first with me at her heels. I may have come to realise that I would endure any treatment the Madam would subject me to, but that didn’t mean I wanted to incur her wrath. We walked into a large apartment that had a pictures of the Madam every couple of feet. Each one had the Madam in a different outrageous outfit. She looked beautiful in most of them, but there were some that just made her look like some kind of scary clown. I decided that if she ever asked for my opinion on the matter it’d be in best interest to lie my ass off.

The two of got to the living room. I assumed it was the living room because of the furniture and the television, but it was still hard to tell with the large garden off to the side. I realised then that the Madam’s apartment took up the entire top floor of this building. Damn this bitch was rich. The Madam sat down on one of the sofas and ordered me to stand in front of her. Once I was positioned the way she wanted she gave me another shock. I know I didn’t do anything wrong this time. I think she liked to torture me. Before I could get over the tingling sensation the jolt of electricity gave me the Madam told me to strip for her. I went to unlace the fucking uncomfortable corset when she pushed the button again. I got the message loud and clear. When she said strip, she wanted me to do it like how they did it in the clubs. There was a slight problem there though. I was sixteen, I’ve never been in a strip club before. I quickly searched my mind for anything that would give me a clue on how I was supposed to fucking do. Then I remembered some movie I watched a long time ago, and decided to go off of that.

I started by swaying my hips to soundless music while grabbing for my tits. This seemed to put a smile on the Madam’s face. After gyrating for about thirty seconds I began to do a little teasing. I started off by lifting the shot skirt a little bit and then giving the dyke a small preview of my pussy. Then I put the skirt down and turned around. With my back to her I mooned her while untying the fucking corset. Once all the goddamned laces were loose I let out a very large breath of fresh air. With me able to breath again I stood up straight and dropped the constricting garment on the ground. Turning around I began unbuttoning the my white blouse. The Madam licked her lips and used her finger to usher me over. I started to walk over but she shocked me again. This time she held the button until I fell to my knees. She again used her finger to usher me over to her. For a second I thought about standing up again to go to her, but the prickling sensation told me otherwise. Instead I crawled over to the Madam, with my shirt open and my breasts exposed.

“What a good little dog you are, Foxx” said the Madam. “Now remove my shoes and lick my feet.”

I started with the right foot. I was enchanted by the foot wear. It was the type of shoe a girl dreams of destroying her foot. It was also the kind of the shoe someone like myself would never be able to afford. Just handling them was a rush for me. When I finally got past the excitement of touching shoes that weren’t even available for a couple of months I proceeded to lick her toes; first the big toe and then the little one. I wasn’t being shocked so obviously I was doing something right. When the Madam had enough of me licking her right foot she gave me a light kick in the mouth. I really didn’t like getting kicked in the mouth so I started on the left foot.

As I was licking the Madam’s foot she was shifting her hips, and hiking up her black dress. From my position I could see that the Madam wasn’t wearing panties. I could see her bare crotch. It was bright red in colour, with no sign of hair except for a small patch just above her clit. I watched as the Madam spread her pussy lips open for me to see, and with another light kick I realised that she did that for me to lick.

This week was just full of new experiences. Monday I stayed out pass curfew for the first time. Tuesday I shoplifted with some of my friends. Wednesday I got sold off to pay off my father’s debt. Thursday I was raped and learned how to suck a cock. Now on Friday I was learning off to get off from the touch of another woman, and also how to fulfill the perverted urges of said woman. Yes, this week was just full of new experiences; the newest of which was eating pussy. I raised my mouth from her foot and brought it to her cunt. I was moving slowly, and breathing heavily. My breath was making contact on the Madam’s skin, and it was bringing her off, but I knew that wouldn’t be enough. I knew I had to take the plunge. I was scared of the plunge though. If I did this then it would be official, I would be a lesbian. I took one last breath and then sunk my head in.

My tongue extended. I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the tip of her clit. She gasped. I did it again, and she gasp once more. I tried concentrating on just the clit, and she seemed to approve. This was all new to me. Not only had I not eaten a pussy before, but neither had someone eaten me. I was just trying my best. The Madam had let go of her lips and decided to push on the top of my head. I suddenly had d? vu, but I kept going. It was gradually getting easier for to perform with all of the positive encouragement. Finally she screamed and I felt a stream of awkward tasting liquid filling my mouth. I lifted my head and was happy to see a smile on the Madam’s face.

“That’s a good doggy.” she said to me. “I think I’ll keep you, now what do you say?”
“Thank you Madam.” I said.

She smiled and stood up. She towered over me, her dominance set. I saw, as if out of my own body, the situation I was in now. I was her dog, and she was my master. At least she had good tastes in shoes, clothes and slaves. That point was driven in even harder when she walked me over to my new area. It was equipped with everything a good dog could need; a bowl for water and a bowl

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The Stanton’s Downfall

Chapter Two

I didn’t expect it to be so easy. I expected a lot more resistance than I witnessed today with my sister and her new toy, but there was nothing of the sort. I was a little jealous that she managed to acquire her own slave, but I knew my would come very soon; plus the saying was, that if a family shared together, they stayed together ad the Stanton’s were going to share more than just their father.

I couldn’t help but watch Nicola as she walked back into the classroom at the end of the day and even better she waited until the school was deserted to approach me about the pictures. She was quite stupid although, when I thought about it, if I were in her position I would consider the same approach.

She looked beautiful I her cheerleader uniform. Nice and trim, full breast and long lean legs. Her hair was tied into a messy ponytail that bought out her elegant cheek bones and point noise and she wore a small blush that gave an almost innocent look that made me want to stuff her face into my pussy until she was covered with my cum, but soon enough. I found it exhilarating watching her shuffle at my desk and made a show of huffing impatiently

“What is it Miss Stanton?” she looked around the room nervously and said looking at me yet unable to meet my eyes

“Uhm, Miss, I was wondering whether you found a brown envelope on your desk?” I leaned back against my chair wondering how far this plan could go and whether everyone involved to get exactly what they wanted. I continued to study her frame admiring her lean log legs and her shapely thighs and wiggled in excitement and all the fun that was about to come. Nicola three sisters and bitch of a mother would eventually pay one step at a time and for me to get to Cassandra, Nicola’s bitch older sister I had to go through Nicola. I slowly drew the envelope from my brown desk draw and said watching her face turn to horror and as I gently pried the envelope lid open and pulled out her scandalous pictures one by one. I laid them on the desk allowing her to clearly see the photos of her very sexy blow-job and her precious time with my sister and said slowly watching her eyes flicker from left to right and her chest heave with panic and fear

“You see, there are quite a number of people you have offended and unfortunately for you, you happen to be a very beautiful girl with a body made for fucking” she said nothing but her eyes expressed more than her pouty pink lips ever could. She knew she had bee set up, she cat prove it and no one could really help her.

“from the look on your face, you understand your predicament , so resign yourself to the fact that you will be giving and relieving sexual favours ad all of this could go on very smoothly or resist and the consequences will be very humiliating and painful!” tears streamed down her face and I couldn’t help but smile softly and watch as she stuttered

“Please, I don’t understand why you, why this, is happening!” I nodded in mock sympathy and slowly rose from my chair discarding my black blazer and said sitting on my desk directly in front of her obscuring her view from the pictures. My had gently cupped her face and I had to take a minute to marvel at its softness

“The reason this is happening is because your a rude bitch and your getting what you deserve!” she cried harder now but didn’t back away ad I moved her forward between my legs and said pressing my lips against her tear stained ones

“You have a choice now. Enjoy this moment or I will make what my sister did to you seem like child’s play!” I smiled in satisfaction as I watched her head bob up and down frantically

Nicola’s POV

Again, I cant believe this is happening again. I shook as I felt her cool her rub up and down my naked legs and I shivered as her lips kissed my bare stomach. I wish I never wore my cheer uniform , there was so much ski showing ad she had access to all of it. I continued to cry as I felt her tongue snake around my belly button and her hands crept up my yellow skirt. I could feel my chest exploding in my chest and I continuously twitched every time she nipped at my skin with her teeth. In any other situation, if this were maybe a guy, Kevin, the football player I would have been more than happy with this situation but it was my teacher ad she was a woman who hated me. I knew t from day one, the way she looked at me sent shivers throughout my body and it was incredibly hard to talk back with her or get my way with her. I jumped as her hands wormed their way into my knickers yanking it straight down to my ankles. She laughed gleefully and said walking back to her chair whilst pulling he along with her

“Now, clean your pretty little face and sit on my lap and face me!” I stood still staring at her, not knowing what to say but I knew I should obey her. My legs shivered as I slowly squatted over her lap and jumped as she darted forward pressing urgent kisses on my neck. This felt so wrong on so many levels. I cold feel her lips moving over my cheeks and the her tongue circled my lips and I felt myself instinctively open up for her. I knew I should hate this but he way she was kissing me had me feeling so many things as well as fear and anxiety. I could feel her hands grasp at my skin; my back, my ass, my thighs as her lips firmly captured my own. I slowly kissed back allowing my tongue to meet hers and explore her. I could no longer help myself. Even though I hated what Sandra did to me she had given me the most intense orgasm ever but Miss Rose was like a slow burn which wanted more of. I scooted forward in her lap no longer thinking about the fact that we were both female and I was being blackmailed into this but the desire I wanted was more prominent and that’s all I wanted to experience. My arms wrapped around her neck as she sucked on my tongue and her finger made their way into my panties. There was something almost erotic about the way she was kissing me, filled with desire yet darkness and I was so drunk on the feeling that I lost coherent thought. She didn’t need to coax my pussy into accepting her because it gave way to her fingers instantly. I could feel myself moving with her as she fucked me with her fingers and cried out as her tongue moved past my lips and down my neck. I could feel my breast strain against the fabrics of my cheer-leading uniform ad I quickly raised it allowing my breast to be exposed to her. I watched as she slowly licked at my chest sending me into a fever but then avoided my nipples and it hurt. I wanted her to touch me and she knew this but she avoided me

“If you want any pleasure you have to give as well!” I nodded eagerly and clumsily climbed off her lap ad knelled between her legs and quickly undid her shirt with shaky hands. I shouldn’t be doing this but I couldn’t help my self, I wanted to more All this time all I had my my fingers to explore myself after what Sandra did tome and I wanted more but she had avoided me and kept the pictures until the last minute. I couldn’t help but stare at her breast. They weren’t massive but they fit her frame amazingly. She was at least a B cup but her nipples were s pointy and I couldn’t be sure if she were aroused because she was so still and calm throughout our whole make-out. I slowly latched my lips around her attention seeking buds and sucked hard. It was so fun to do this to her yet the fear of doing something like this was still there. My body had a mind of its own and my hands found their way under her skirt. I could feel her hands patting my head as it I were a puppy and I was happy that she liked what I was doing, I hope she would do the same for me too. I caressed her thighs and sucked her nipples until she said with a small smile

“Since I am not wearing any underwear, it should be easy for you to get to work!” I nodded unsure of why I was being so obedient and stuck my head under her skirt and sniffed at her bare crutch. She smelt musky but a nice airy smell not at all overwhelming. I gulped afraid for the first time and slowly kissed her

“Stick your ass in the air, I want to see that ass of yours!” I nodded eagerly wanting to please her and shivered as her hands caressed me and her pussy was shoved not to my mouth making me breath in her pussy.

Rose

What a good girl. I was happy with her development. I knew Sandra had something to do with it for she was with the girl every afternoon making her addicted to this kind of treatment. She was very easy. I moaned as she finally put her tongue inside me and smirked as my sister stood behind her raised ass with her toy in hand. I signalled for my sister to begin the spankings and watched and moaned as our pet twitched and screamed in pain and shock

“I am not happy with your service, silence yourself and stick your tongue as far as it will go!” I watched her head bob under my skirt and felt her tongue lapping at my clit and she slowly put her hand under the skirt and began using her fingers to fuck my hole. I moaned louder this time and patted her head again

“Good, Now your reward” I laughed as Sandra shot forward and in one motion buried her self in the teens hole. She thrashed about, scared at the intrusion but continued lapping away as she was fucked from behind and spanked simultaneously. I worked her left cheek and Sandra worked the other. It was fascinating watching her ass turn bright red but I had other plans in mind. I quickly pushed her away from me watching her slump unto the floor as my sister still pounded her ass and quickly but on my own “fake dick”. I wanted to test how much she could take down her throat. I quickly stood in front of her defeated head and said

“Raise your head!” she slowly did so and I was growing inpatient so Sandra gave her the hardest slap ever and I watched amused as she arched up, groaning at the new position and starred at her new best friend with horror. I laughed and began using the dick to whack her face and she cried out as I pulled her hair. She mouth parted in shock and I quickly entered her, her eyes widened and as I slowly eased in and began fucking her mouth at a languid pace. The vibrations coming from the cock increased with tempo and strength so a low buzz was easing into my system. I slowly built up matching my sisters frantic pace and gasped as the cock sprang to life within me. I watched as five inches already disappeared down her throat and tear streamed down her face but I didn’t care. Her family destroyed mine and I will not let a single one of them off the hook. My father already had his plans in motion with my mother and even though he was part of our families humiliation we forgave him since he begged, pleaded and explained what happened with Nicolas bitch mother and now we had plans in motion to get Isobel and Olivia the brown haired twins with ice blue eyes and slender athletic frames and Natalie the sixteen year old blond haired bitched who was as bitchy as Nicola and just as dumb and then Cassandra the blonde 24 year old beauty who was curvy in all the right places and an ass to die for. Lastly, Gloria, who was a beauty back in the day but she let herself go at 40 she had curves, big breast which wee absolutely amazing. Their whole family will belong to us. I could feel my self clenching in anticipation and groaned as the vibrator was put on max and the girl beneath me gagged and chocked on the toy. I smiled as I felt my release shatter through my body and into her mouth and watched as she groaned and tears rolled down her checks and her throat bulged at the intake of my fluids, but I wasn’t done with her. She and my sister both watched as I sighed as I released the fluids in my bowels and watched as she thrashed about. I moved forward some more tucking her head in-between my legs pushing the toy directly into her throat and watched her head roll back and her body convulse before I pulled out and watched her dry cry in a small foetal position. I slowly tugged on the dick not fully satisfied and wanting another release and said to Sandra

“How about we switch sides?” she nodded early wanting to try out her mouth as well.

By the time it was 7.00pm Nicola had been taken four times in the pussy and four times in the mouth and she was pissed on and in. she was slowly dressed back in her uniform and forced to watch her whole deprivation. She cried the whole way through and Sandra sucked her tits the whole way through. I laughed at her predicament and said stroking her hair and watched as she closed her eyes

“On Friday you will tell your parents you are sleeping at a friends and you will be home after school on Monday, is that clear?” She nodded without hesitation

“You will also bring your school uniform, cheer-leading uniform and your sexiest underwear as well as clubbing clothes, also shave all your cunt hair. You tell your mother that you are staying at Sandra’s house and you give her my telephone for her to contact, if your mother is not available ask either of your sisters to call me for details, is that understood?” she nodded again. I smiled at her obedience and slowly bent down and gave her pink bruised lips a slow kiss and said against her lips

“Don’t worry you will enjoy what we do to you!”

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Tracy takes a step down a dark path towards slavehood

The Breaking of Tracy
part 4
Tracy’s Rape

It’s not enough that I rape Tracy. I could do that at anytime. She has to do something of her own volition that goes against her every moral fibre. Only after she makes the one compromise will she start to compromise her self respect, her identity and, eventually, her humanity. So when Tracy eyes the scene before her, I can tell her horror is true and unexpected. She has no idea what’s to come. She thinks she does, but she doesn’t.

The Post, her beautifully scarred flesh straining with the effort, carries the Hole by it’s leather harness. Each step is a struggle, as the Post is a petite thing. Dutifully she sets the Hole down on the stone table. I watch Tracy. Her nose wrinkles a bit as she stares in shock. The Post’s earlier orgasm has left her smelling of sex. Subconsciously, Tracy will recognize that. It will help reinforce the mentality that torture and pain equal sex that she must learn.

In front of my chained up Rapewhore Tracy, on the stone table, is my ultimate punishment for disobedience. The Hole, as it is now known, was a beautiful girl once. Now, she’s a thing. Her legs have been amputated flush to her abdomen. Her arms, likewise. A leather harness snakes around her body as a series of black leather straps and clasps, forming a spiderweb of sadism. It clothes her little, but looks kinky. Not only does the sight arouse me, but a small leather strap acts as a handle. I allow the Hole no face. A thick, though form fitting, leather mask covers her face, save for her eyes and mouth, though a thick ball gag rests tightly between her teeth. Around her neck, a padlocked collar keeps the mask on. I eye the silver lock in satisfaction. Though it is small, and I doubt Tracy can see, I know it has no key slot. It’s been designed to never be removed. The Hole, my beautiful stump of a slave, is just that, a hole. A hole to fuck, a hole to rape. No one has touched her since the surgery, the Hole having just recovered. I plan on letting the guards or guests fuck her. When she’s not in use, I’ll let the dogs fuck her as they please. For her disobedience, I give her the greatest hell I could think of. An unending one, without hope or reprisal.

But first, before the Hole can be fully immersed in her own private hell, I have need of her with Tracy. Looking to Tracy, I see tears seeping out of the sides of her eyes. This is disgusting to her. Even after all she’s been through so far, which to be honest, isn’t much, she sees this as a violation of human decency. My cock twitches at the thought.

“You see,” I say affectionately. “No reason to kill. That would have been a respite. Instead she’s punished. Rapewhore? Pay attention” Tracy peels her eyes away from the Hole. Her horror tattoo her face. Even so, when I speak, she must pay attention.

“Women are nothing but holes. But I am generous. If sluts like the Post can learn my rules, than I allow them to keep their bodies. If they don’t learn, they are not rewarded. Do you understand?”

Tracy stares at me. Perhaps she still had a hope of freedom before hand. Her lip trembles. I imagine she’d have carried the hope of freedom as her excuse for doing anything I asked. Perhaps she assumed that I’d kill her if she disobeyed. The truth is worse, and she starts to cry in earnest. The sight of her chained up and crying, it’s too much. I snatch up a cat o’ nine tails and whip the front of the Post full force. Red streaks are left behind the leather straps’ path, marking her tits and stomach. The Post shrieks in surprised pain before regaining her composure. Her mind catches up to her body, and she sends me a look of desire.

“Thank you daddy.” If I hadn’t whipped the Post, I’d have raped Tracy, that’s how fucking sexy the sight of her crying is. I drop of precum slides off of my dick onto the floor. I only notice it when the Post gets down on her hands and knees and licks it up. I ignore her as she stands back up and resumes her position.

“I hate you.” Tracy sobs.

“Why? I didn’t do this to you? I did this to her.” I point towards the Hole. “SHE did this to you. Just like you’ll do this to another girl if you don’t obey.”

“YOU’RE EVIL! I FUCKING HATE YOU! FUCK YOU!” Tracy descends into sobbing again. Her sobbing breaks as she starts in pain from the lashing I give her on her thigh.

“Enough of this. You are my Rapewhore. Do as I tell you and rape the Hole.”

Tracy blinks in surprise. “Wh-what?”

“I put the strap on onto you for a reason. Fuck the Hole.”

“What? No, that’s sick!”

I grit my teeth and pull back my arm. I lash her side six quick times. Each lash makes her flesh jump in pain. Her tits bounce from the impact. Tracy turns her head away, trying to escape, but unable to move. Her skin screams a crimson red as she herself screams with each strike, acknowledging the pain. At least her body obeys me.

“Address me as daddy, you Rapewhore. Fuck her!”

“I can’t.” She protests. It’s met by another three strikes against her side. I aim the last directly at her breast. Tracy howls in pain, knees buckling. “Please don’t make me…daddy. Pleeeease!” She almost screams the last word.
“Post, belt her.” Tracy looks around in confusion, not understanding the command. The Post is there behind Tracy, strapping an ordinary leather belt around Tracy’s waist. When I walk up and grab hold of the strap on, Tracy looses all interest in the Post and stares at me in fear.

I take the dildo and slip the tip into the Hole’s pussy. As Tracy goes to pull back in disgust, she realizes she can’t. Looking down she sees that the belt as a chain attached to the table. Her focus on me had meant she had not noticed the Post attaching the chain.

“Fuck her, or I’ll whip you raw.”

“I…daddy, please don’t make me. Please.” On the verge of tears again, Tracy pleads.

“Begging doesn’t work. It didn’t work for the Hole. Here, listen.” I take out the Holes ball gag. Immediately it starts screaming obscenities at me, but they are almost unrecognizable. I had the tip of her tongue cut off as further humiliation.

“See? She screamed and begged, and all it did as leave her a cripple and you abducted? Now fuck her.

“Preesh, oh!” The Hole begs to Tracy, eyes wide.

I position myself behind Tracy and raise the whip. “Do it.”

“Oh, preesh! I’m a vir-gen.”

“She’s a…daddy, I can’t, no!” Tracy stammers out her protests. I ignore her. I answer only with a full force strike on her ass. The pain causes her to jump forward, instinctively away from the whip. Also directly into the Holes cunt. Not deep enough to break the hymen, but the head of the dildo is fully in the Holes cunt. Tracy, realizing as much, pulls out as much as she can.

“on’t ishen oo him! He’sh a shick fuck faggoc!” The Hole tells Tracy. I whip again. And again. Each whip I redden Tracy’s ass and make her cheeks bounce. Tracy’s screams of pain echo off of the walls. A full 60 seconds of whippings does nothing to force Tracy to rape the Hole of her own volition.

“Why are you doing this? To save her?” I ask Tracy as I whip her ass again. “She’s the reason you’re here.” I whip again. Tracy’s sobs and screams of pain continue as if she never heard me. I know she does.

“I even told the Hole what I’d do if she didn’t obey.” Whip. “I even showed her your picture.” Whip. Tracy’s ass jumps slightly less this time. Contact with the whip is made, but she pulled out less last time, and so less whip struck her ass.

“She didn’t care about you.” Whip. “She thought if I kidnapped you, she’d be home free.” Whip. “She wanted you kidnapped.” Whip. Tracy’s breathing picks up. Her anger and frustration are boiling over.

“Oh! I i-in’t ow! Preesh!” The Hole looks over at the Post and begs. “Ooo can op ish. On’t rishen oo him. Kir him! We can eshcape!”

I strikes Tracy again, her bright red ass bouncing.

“So she can be amputated?” I ask Tracy with another lash. “And another girl taken from her home?” Another lash. “The Post wouldn’t do that to another girl.” Lash. “Not like she did to you.” I strike Tracy again. As always her ass bounces, but through gritted teeth she grunts. In anger, in pain…in may things. But the grunt, I suspect is directed at the Hole. I strike again. Tracy’s hips begin to move forward before the whip strikes her. She doesn’t go far but Tracy is beginning to worry about herself more than the Hole. Good.

“This whore could have saved you!” Another lash. Her hips move forward with a bit more force than pain would cause. Another grunt. Tracy’s panting grows faster. “This cunt could have saved you!” Another lash, another anger filled thrust. Looking over Tracy’s shoulder the Holes eyes widen through her mask. She understands what’s happening.

“He’sh uh wom who ig it. HE’SH UH WOM OO BRAME!” The Hole pleads to Tracy.

“She could have saved you!” I whip Tracy again. Her flaming ass barely comes back at all. A bit more, that’s all I want.

“Just like you can save another girl.” Whip. “From being taken!” Whip. “From being tortured!” Whip. “From being you!” Whip.

“Urgh!” Tracy grunts in genuine anger. She hates the Hole.

“Ah!” The Hole grunts in pain. She’s never been penetrated.

“SHE’S! THE REASON! YOU’RE! HERE!” A whip punctuates each word.

Tracy screams in rage and frustration. She plows her hips into the Hole, tearing through her hymen. As the Hole gasps in this new pain and humiliation, Tracy gasps in pain from her legs hitting the stone table. I keep her focus on the Hole.

“Now fuck her!” I whip her. “Like she fucked your life.”

Tracy stares down at the Hole, dildo hilt deep in the bleeding cunt.
“Oooooo, preeesh! It hurtsh! Shop!”

For a moment I’d thought Tracy would rebel in disgust. But then, like shutters closing down upon a window, all compassion drains from Tracy’s face.

“Why? So I can end up like you?” She pulls out a bit before shoving the dildo into her again. The Hole cries out in pain.

“So I can get another girl kidnapped?”

Tracy pulls out more and slams in deeper this time. Crying the Hole begs. “Preesh oh, preesh oh, preesh oh…”

“You did this. I DIDN’T HAVE TO BE HERE!” Tracy screams at the Hole. She pulls out and in again, so fast I don’t bother to keep count. Tracy’s strap on plunges like a knife into the Holes cunt, fucking it like a beast. Tracy screams through the whole thing so load, I can’t even hear the Hole’s screams of pain. Exhausted from the effort, Tracy almost collapses afterwards. Tracy’s rape of the Hole lasts about a minute and a half. Both sobbing, I smile.

I nod to the Post, who walks over and grabs hold of the strap on, pulling it out of the bleeding pussy. She then flips the Hole over. Tracy’s head bobs up, looking at what’s happening.

“Now, Rapewhore, fuck her ass.”

“Oooooh!” The Hole screams in fear!

“But I-” Tracy begins.

“Do it because I said so!”

Tracy finds me, looking over her shoulder. There’s no pleading in her eyes, and no warmth in mine. She recognizes this. Her head turns back to the Hole. Insider her I can tell what she’s thinking. She knows what she just did. She doesn’t really have a reason not to.

“…yes…daddy.” She says, with tired resignation. The Post lines the dildo to the Hole’s puckered ass hole. She hesitates a moment before pushing in. The force of anger isn’t there, so the dildo has a hard fight getting into the terrified, virgin ass. With determination I see Tracy’s ass cheeks clench as she puts more effort into a thrust. And then another. I can tell she penetrates by the shrieks coming from the Hole.

“Post, gag it. I don’t want to hear anymore.”

“Yes daddy.” The post takes up the ball gag and straps it into place in the Hole’s mouth.

I watch as Tracy continues to force the length of the dildo into the Holes backdoor pussy. Even with the blood from her hymen, and now from her torn ass hole, the dildo is hard pressed to go too deep. Without much enthusiasm Tracy grunts with the effort of penetration. The motions are mechanical. Tracy rapes the Hole’s hole without any compassion or hate. Her hips slap against the Hole’s ass over and over. All the while the stump of a slave’s screams of pain are muffled by the gag. The drip drip of blood hitting the floor sounds in rhythm with every sixth or seventh penetrating thrust. All the while Tracy rapes it, she stares with cold eyes upon the weeping form before her. After a few minutes of watching Tracy’s rape of the Hole’s ass hole, I tell her to stop.

“That’s enough.” She stops at once. I unchain her belt from the table and have her take a step back. In front of her I rest my arms on her shoulders. I stand so close to Tracy that my dick is flattened against her stomach and her breasts against my chest. She barely notices.

“That was very good. Do what I say and you’ll avoid needless pain. Do you understand?”

Tracy nods. Fresh tears dot her cheeks. I’ve killed a part of her soul. The thought makes me hornier than ever. I think I might fist fuck a girl later to help relieve some of the sexual tension I’ve gathered. But that’s for later.

“One of the Whores will draw you a bubble bath, so you can clean up and relax a bit. Good girls get things like that.”

“Thank you daddy.” Tracy says. It’s almost automatic. That’s good.

I let Tracy go and walk away from her. On my way to the door, I rest a hand on the back of the Hole’s masked head.

“And how’d you like it?” I ask the Hole. She continues to sob in pain, ignoring me.

“Hmmm. Too bad. Post, have the Hole sent down to the kennels. I want dogs fucking her from now on whenever she’s not in use.”

“Yes daddy.” The Hole’s muffled sobs redouble. She heard that one, alright.

As I open the door and walk through, I call back to Tracy.

“Enjoy the rest of the night. Tomorrow we continue on your education.” I close the door as Tracy answers with another ‘Yes daddy.”

Things are going good. As I walk down the corridor, I nod to myself in pleasure. Tracy’s on the right path. The Hole as been humiliated more than she ever thought possible. I am happy. Tomorrow I can get serious about Tracy’s training. But tonight I only have one though. I need to cum.

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I own a security and personal protection company in a metropolitan area. I am 34 years old, single, 6’2” tall and 190 pounds.

Our two office clerks are as different as night and day. June is a tall Caucasian lady almost 6 feet tall and went to college on a basketball scholarship. She acts as our office manager and is supervises Juanita who is a very short (4’11’) Mexican lady who was born and raised in Arizona and speaks English without an accent. Being bi-lingual is an asset here in the desert southwest. June is married with two lovely boys who visit the office occasionally. Juanita is a lesbian. She is very cute with perfect sized breasts but carrying a few extra pounds around the waist and seldom talks about her private life. Both are very good at their work and are assets to the business.

Last week Juanita came into the office and asked to speak with me on a personal matter. She closed and locked the office door before sitting down.

“How may I help you, Juanita?”

“Mr. Johnson, as you know, I am a Lesbian. I have made no attempt to hide my lifestyle but I also don’t speak of it often, either. I would like for you to meet my partner. We have a request that I hope you will consider carefully and think about it for at least a week before giving us your answer. I also hope our request will not jeopardize my position here as I really love my job.”

My curiosity was now very high so I agreed to meet them at noon tomorrow at the Mexican restaurant about a block from the office.

The next morning Juanita acted very nervous but the work got done efficiently and quickly. June came into the office and wanted to know if everything was okay. She said she seemed to sense some tension in the office and wanted to know if she could help with any problem. I explained that everything was fine but Juanita and I might be back from lunch a little late as we were going to have lunch with her partner and may talk a little longer than necessary. I assured her that nothing was wrong and it was just a social lunch that I hoped to have with her and her husband some day if he could get away.

Lunch time came and Juanita and I left the office meeting her partner at the front door. We were introduced and I was surprised to meet a beautiful black lady with a knockout figure. Her name was LaWanda and her handshake was that of a man – firm and solid while her hand was also warm and soft. We walked to the restaurant and took a booth in the corner. After eating they finally got around to why they asked to speak with me.

“Mr. Johnson,” started LaWanda, “As you know we are partners. Even though we are Lesbians we would still like to have a family. We have spent a lot of time discussing this and we have decided that Juanita should have a child.”

“Okay. Have you spoken with any of the artificial insemination clinics here in the metropolitan area?”

“Yes we have. They want a lot of money for the process and cannot guarantee results, plus they cannot even guarantee the baby would be healthy or anything.”

“Then how may I help?”

Juanita leaned forward, and in a quiet voice said, “We would like for you to be the father of our baby. You would not have any legal responsibilities nor would you be required to pay for any medical bills or child support. Our medical insurance from LaWanda’s employer will cover all the medical and no one will ever know who the father is, nor will it be listed on the birth certificate.”

“Ladies, I am very flattered you would want me to father your child, but Juanita is my employee and I’m afraid that fathering her child could cause some problems in the office. The other employees would not know, but she and I would know and I can see all kinds of difficulties with this.”

“Mr. Johnson, we have thought of that, also and we have talked over different scenarios and believe we can avoid any problems, however, if your fathering a child I am carrying, then I would be willing to seek employment elsewhere to have your child. You are disease free, in very good health and shape, and we both want the father to be Caucasian. Please think about this and realize there would be no emotional attachment in this, just pure sex to make Juanita pregnant. I also know that having sex with someone more than once can cause some emotional attachment, but we can handle that if you can. We believe we have a solution if you agree. We just want you to think about it for a week. That is when she will become fertile.”

I agreed to think about it, but boy, am I conflicted. I really would not mind seeing that little Mexican gal naked, and I am sure I would enjoy fucking her, but deliberately fathering a child of an employee could get sticky (no pun intended).

After a week of thinking on this, I agreed to their request. We agreed for the best chance for her to get pregnant was for us to have sex every day for 21 days straight between her periods.

When I built my office, I had it broken up into four different areas. One area was for the monitoring of the security systems, one for the administrative and personal protection area, one for the security guards, and the last was built as a two bedroom, two bathroom apartment.

During the week I usually stay in the apartment and go to my house in the country for the weekend.

I told Juanita come to the apartment at 7 pm and ring the doorbell and I would let her in. At 7 pm the doorbell rang. I was actually a little nervous when I opened the door. She quickly came in and looked around. I showed her where my bedroom is located and told her to get ready and I would come in. After about 5 minutes I heard her call me to come in. She was in the bed with the sheet pulled all the way up to her chin. It was clear that she was very nervous, also.

“Juanita, are you sure you want to do this?”

“I am sure, but please don’t kiss me. I would feel like I was cheating on LaWanda if you kissed me, but we both agreed to this so I don’t feel like it’s cheating.”

I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes and walked into the bedroom wearing a robe. I turned off the lights but there was enough light that I could see very well. As I disrobed and crawled into the bed she held the sheet up to her chin.

“This is going to be very difficult if you stay under the sheet.”

She laughed and said she understood but she was nervous. When I told her I was nervous, also she relaxed some and let go of the sheet.

I asked her about no kissing. I told her I wanted to kiss her breasts and clitoris to get her ready for the actual intercourse. She said that was okay, just don’t kiss her on the mouth.

I leaned over and gently kissed her on the neck taking her into my arms and rolling her over on her side so our bodies would be together. I continued kissing her neck and where the jawbone joins the neck and I could fell her start to relax. I reached up taking her right breast in my hand and started to massage it, rubbing the nipple back and forth between my thumb and forefinger. Her nipple got hard instantly and she started to moan.

“Oh that feels good. My breasts are so sensitive to the touch.”

I slowly pulled down the sheet and kissed down to her breasts. They were beautiful with small aureoles and medium sized nipples. Her tan skin against the yellow sheets were a beautiful contrast and I was quickly getting hard. I continued kissing and massaging her breasts when suddenly she had an orgasm shoving her chest up into my face.

“I told you my breasts were sensitive to the touch,” she said.

I started kissing my way down over her abdomen and navel slowly uncovering her body a little at a time. When I got to her legs I saw she was clean shaven and her clitoris was sticking out through her labia. With an invitation looking me straight in the eye, I gave her clit a lick and she jumped like she had been shocked. I gave it another lick and she pushed her pussy into my face so hard it almost gave me a fat lip. I separated her lips and attacked her clit sucking into my mouth and pushing the skin back tight over the tip with my lips while flicking my tongue up and down on her clit. She moaned very loud and had another orgasm shaking and jerking while moaning, “OH-OH-OH-OH!”

I slowly pushed her onto her back and spread her legs while still keeping contact with her pussy with my mouth. I inserted one finger into her hole and she stiffened a little. I pushed it in all the way and she made a strange sound.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Oh no, we use dildos and vibrators all the time, but that is the first time a man had penetrated me.”

“That was just my finger, Juanita. There will be more in a few minutes.”

I continued to finger-fuck her rubbing my thumb on her clit. I reached into her and pressed my finger upward on the back side of her clit while working the top of her clit with my thumb. She went almost into convulsions with this orgasm. While she was still in the throws of her orgasm, I slid upward on her and slipped my dick into her. It went into the hilt with one push she was so wet. I started pumping into her slapping my balls into her with every stroke. She was still having reflexes of an orgasm and I started coming down hard and fast as she continued as started crying. Even while crying she was telling me not to stop and go faster. I was going as fast as I could and as hard as I could. Finally I felt the deep feeling and shoved into her as far as I could as I shot my load into her. I pulled out a little and went deep with each pulse. Finally I was finished and held her while she came down. I reached over and kissed her nipple giving it a little flick with my tongue and damned if she didn’t have another small orgasm.

“Enough. Enough. I can’t take anymore.”

As I softened, I rolled off her.

“Oh damn, Mr. Johnson, I have never cum like that in my entire life. It was wonderful.”

“I enjoyed it very much Juanita.”

As we lay there relaxing, she suggested we take a shower. She wanted to see me and wash me and I was looking forward to that myself.

We got into the shower soaping each other and rubbing our bodies together and quickly we both were aroused. She took me in her hands and slowly stroked me watching me get full hard again.

“Your penis is absolutely beautiful. Can we do it again?”

“Turn around and hold on to the bar.”

She turned around, bent over and held onto the bar while I spread her cheeks and slipped my dick into her pussy pulling her back into me. As I started pumping I reached around her grasping her breasts and rubbing the nipples. I told her to look to the left and we could see ourselves. She looked over and immediately had another orgasm which brought me to my orgasm also.

We got out of the shower, dried and she got dressed. We said goodbye and she left. I was thinking that if we fucked like that every night for the next 20 nights I wouldn’t be able to move.

The next day was Saturday and I slept in being totally exhausted from my activities last night. When I arose I went to my favorite diner and had steak and eggs and lots of coffee. I was famished. As I was leaving I saw my old girlfriend and she invited me to a party at her place that night. I almost accepted before remembering that I had an appointment at 7 pm so I begged off telling her that I was doing a project that would last 3 weeks then I would be free.

As 7 pm approached, I was dreading it and also looking forward to it. Promptly at 7 the door bell rang and when I opened the door both Juanita and LaWanda were standing there. I invited them in and before I could ask why LaWanda was there she told me that she wanted to participate in the baby making. She said she wasn’t jealous but when Juanita got pregnant she wanted to feel she had a hand in helping. I agreed and asked how she wanted to be a part of the proceedings.

“We’ll go in the bedroom and make love and you can come in or watch and then after Juanita has an orgasm you can fill her with your sperm. While you are doing that she can be making me cum at the same time. Is that acceptable to you?”

“Sure,” I replied. I was looking forward to this.

They both went into the bedroom and started to shut the door, but I followed them in.

“Go ahead. I want to watch and maybe participate a little”

They removed their clothes and when LaWanda walked in front of the mirror I say her from the front and back at the same time. What a figure this girl had! Her tits were sticking straight out and her stomach was flat and rippled with muscle. She was clean shaven and her long legs were perfect. Looking at her gave me an instant erection. As they crawled into bed and started making love to each other, I removed my clothes and slowly stroked myself.

“This is ridiculous,” I thought, so I went up to the bed and reached between LaWanda’s legs as she was licking Juanita’s pussy. She was very wet and jumped when I touched her.

“You said I could participate.”

“Go ahead, just don’t fuck me.”

I found her clitoris and started working it back and forth. I inserted my thumb into her pussy and pushed the underside of her clit while working it from the outside with my middle finger. She started humping my hand while she reached up and grabbed Juanita’s breasts. Both of the came at the same time. I wanted to sink my dick into LaWanda’s pussy so bad I could hardly refrain from taking her right then, but she did not want me to fuck her, so I would not.

When they came down LaWanda moved over and told me to fuck Juanita. I moved up and pushed my dick into her in one shove all the way to my balls. LaWanda moved up and started sucking Juanita’s tits causing her to climax again. I wasn’t ready to finish this just yet and kept pounding into Juanita’s pussy. LaWanda moved up and put her pussy over Juanita’s mouth and was being eaten out while I fucked away. When LaWanda started acting like she was going to cum, I leaned over and took Juanita’s tits and started chewing lightly on her nipples. All three of came at the same time. It was very strange.

We all lay on the bed relaxing and cooling off.

“LaWanda, you are a beautiful woman and I’d love to fuck you, too. Have you ever been with a man? I’d use a condom if you would let me fuck you, also.”

“When I was 10 years old I was raped by a 25 year old man with a huge dick. He tore me up inside and I had to have an operation. Afterward I was told I could never have children. Maybe that is why I have lived as a Lesbian, I don’t know. But I have never been with a man since. I have use dildos and vibrators and all sorts of toys but I’ve never wanted a man to fuck me, until maybe now. Juanita told me how you were so gentle with her and how you make her cum so many times. Tonight you showed me that part of you again. Let me think about it overnight and maybe you can fuck both of tomorrow. We’ll see tomorrow.”

With that statement they cleaned up and left for the night.

I went into the shop and started gathering parts. I found several covert cameras and arranged them around the room. One looked like a smoke detector and was placed directly over the bed. Another looked like a book and was placed on a bookshelf from one side of the bed. Another was just a computer camera looking directly at the foot of the bed but I painted the red light with black paint so no one would notice it was recording. The final camera was mounted inside the top bedpost. It was difficult placing it so it would not be noticed, but I think I succeeded. All cameras were equipped with radio transmitters so no wiring was necessary. I turned them all on and rigged up a multiple signal receiver and connected it to my computer. I checked the angle of the cameras and after rearranging a couple of them I was satisfied. I turned off the cameras to conserve the batteries and fixed myself some lunch.

After watching football for the rest of the afternoon, I took a shower and shaved. Soon it was getting close to 7 pm so I turned on all the cameras and checked them in the monitor and could see all of them were recording. I then turned off the monitor. Just then the doorbell rang. I opened it to find both Juanita and LaWanda standing there in the smallest of skirts and tube tops. My dick instantly came to attention.

With little talk we all walked into the bedroom and started taking off our clothes. Neither of the girls were wearing underwear and when they pulled the tube tops over their heads I hoped the cameras had a good angle.

LaWanda turned to me and said, “Tonight we want you to fuck Juanita and then after we rest enough for you to get hard again I want you to fuck me. I want you to take your time as you did with Juanita on the first night and I want to experience multiple orgasms before you fuck me. Okay?”

I agreed and they both got on the bed and started making love. This time I stayed out of the camera’s view and just watched as my dick got very hard. Finally, LaWanda rolled off Juanita and told me Juanita was ready for me to fuck her.

I came up to the bed and pulled Juanita to me and told her to roll over on her knees and elbows. When she did I pushed into her from behind. I knew that from the angle that the bedstead camera would capture her tits swinging while the overhead camera would capture my dick going in and out of her. I pounded into her as hard as I could to get her tits swinging and she started to cum. LaWanda reached under her and grabbed her tits and massaged them and finally lay under her sucking on them. Juanita went into a steady orgasm while I started feeling myself getting ready to cum. I looked over and LaWanda was laying close enough to me that I reached over and started finger fucking her as I came. LaWanda did not cum but I think she got close.

We relaxed a little and Juanita said she wanted to make me hard again. She moved over to me and took my flaccid dick in her small hands and started to stroke me.

“Put in your mouth,” I said.

She looked at LaWanda and LaWanda nodded. She put it in her mouth but did not know what to do. I started to instruct her but LaWanda told her that she had seen enough porn that she should know what to do. She became much better and in no time I was back hard as a rock.

LaWanda said, “Now make love to me. Don’t just fuck me, make love.”

I started on her beautiful tits and spent at least 10 minutes kissing and massaging them. Then I started down her abdomen kissing and tickling my way to the treasure I was sure to find. When I got to her pussy lips I avoided them and kissed around them working on her inner thighs and kissing back towards her ass. All the while I was rubbing her ass and pinching it with both hands. Finally I moved back to the center and started gently kissing her labia. She suddenly spread her legs very wide and grabbed my head shoving it into her pussy. I spread her lips with my fingers and started working on her clit with my tongue. In no time she started having an orgasm. I furiously attacked her clit and she had another orgasm.

“No no – let me rest a little,” she said.

I showed her no mercy and shoved two fingers into her and continued working on her clit as she yelled out hunching her ass high into the air.

It was time and I crawled up and entered her. It surprised her and she dropped to the bed and I started pulling almost all the way out and then shoving back inside her as hard as I could push. She wrapped those beautiful legs around me and pulled me against her. I continued to hump her as I grabbed her breast and started kissing and gently biting her nipple. She grabbed my by the head, raised it up and suddenly kissed me.

My word! What a kiss. It was at first, then demanding and when she broke the kiss I was actually light headed. It was then we both climaxed. I shoved into her as deep as I could and held myself as I shot pulse after pulse into her.

Finally it was over. I was exhausted and so was she. I rolled over on my back and was panting as if I had just completed a hard day’s work. She leaned over and kissed me again – very gently and affectionately.

“Thank you for that. I still don’t think I will ever date men again, but now I know that if I should I have nothing to fear about making love to one.”

After they got cleaned up and left I checked the video and all the cameras were aligned perfectly for the best porn movie one could ever want.

This continued for the rest of the three weeks but I only fucked LaWanda one more time. This time she fucked me mounting me and giving me one of the longest fucks I ever had.

At the end of the three weeks, Juanita announced to me that she had started her period and she was not pregnant. She decided to go the doctor and her told her there was no reason why she could not get pregnant, so I went to my doctor and he told me that I had no active sperm in my semen. He said it must have been to the bad case of the mumps I had when I was a child.

When I told Juanita she laughed and said at least we all got very well acquainted. There were no more activities with them, but I had 12 Gb of video to watch and remember.

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Three teenage girls make love while trapped in a snowstorm.

NOTE: The guy in the story never does fuck the girls. You might want to read another story if that is your only desire.

Snow Storm

Here in the Adirondack Mountains of New York we are certainly used to harsh winters and heavy snowfalls. So when the local weatherman called it the Storm of the Century I had to laugh. After all it is only seven years into this century and that leaves ninety-three more years for a bigger storm to come by. I figured that the odds were in our favor that this was NOT the Storm of the Century after all. However I also know better than to tempt fate.

I live on a small body of water called Loon Lake, which is seventeen miles north of Saranac Lake, which is nine miles east of Lake Placid where the Winter Olympic took place several years ago.

Loon Lake is a very beautiful place to live, even in the winter. The Canadian geese called Loons make our lake a stopping place to feed on the way south for the winter.

I keep extra cans of food and supplies in a deep cave out behind my cabin. It stays a constant temperature summer and winter. It is a god place to store my pelts before I sell them. Hunting, trapping, and fishing provide all of the meat that I ever need. I cure the pelts myself and even make jerky too. I have been self sufficient for a number of years.

I did drive into town for supplies though. I picked up coffee, tea, rice, flour, and sugar to last me through most of the winter. I also needed things like toilet paper, batteries, lamp oil, and gasoline too. I got everything in one trip.

When I got home I filled the oil lamps, my snow blower, my snowmobile, and the generator. I put a big stack of firewood inside and plenty more on my front porch. I settled in and waited for the snow to fall. I knew that I could last all winter now if I had too.

It started to snow just about dinnertime on Thursday and by noon on Friday I calculated that three feet had fallen and it didn’t look like it was going to let up anytime soon.

As I was getting ready to make myself lunch there was a banging at my door. When I opened it up there were three very attractive young ladies standing there in their snowsuits.

Emily said, “Hi! Can we come in?”

I said hello and then invited them in, out of the cold. Emily is one of the girls that live in the community of Loon Lake, which is located on the southeast end of Loon Lake. My cabin is located on the northwest end of Loon Lake. It is a four-mile walk around the lake itself so these girls came two miles to get to my house.

Emily is the daughter of one of my best friends. Her father and I fish and hunt together all the time. She is a cute little thing and I have watched her grow up ever since she was a little baby. Emily was my Goddaughter and practically my adopted daughter.

She introduced me to her two cousins that were staying with her. It had been a few years since I had seen them. It seems that they had decided to go cross country skiing around the lake but the snow had gotten so bad that they had trouble even getting to my cabin. Emily used my phone to call home and let her parents know that they were safe and that they were with me. Her mother told her to stay with me until the storm had passed however the latest word was that it could be a couple more days. Then her mother wanted to talk to me. I got the same information and then I was told that the girls had disobeyed her and run off without her permission. She told me that if there was anyway that I could punish them for doing something that stupid to feel free.

Emily is fifteen years old. She has dark brown hair and is becoming quite a lovely young woman. Her cousin Evelyn is fourteen years old and a cute little blonde. Elizabeth is also fourteen years old but has bright red hair like her mother. I had seen both of their mothers before and I felt that they sure looked a lot like them. In fact all three of the girls looked like their mothers. All three of their fathers were brothers.

I finally said, “So you three little scoundrels snuck out of the house without permission huh.”

Emily smiled and said, “Yes we did.”

Evelyn said, “It was so boring there.”

Elizabeth said, “Please don’t take us home. Not yet anyway.”

I replied, “Well you are getting your wish. The storm is picking up and you may be buried in here with me for a couple of days. You’re just damn lucky that you got here. You could have been stranded somewhere and frozen to death.”

Evelyn said, “You’re exaggerating. Aren’t you?”

I looked her right in the face and very seriously asked, “Do I look like I’m exaggerating?”

Elizabeth said softly, “No sir.”

Emily said, “I’m sorry. It was all my idea.”

Then the girls got out of their snowsuits. They looked like a bunch of rich big city girls on the bunny slope of some fancy resort. They had practically nothing on underneath their snowsuits. It was a good thing that they made it this far. Those three silly girls were wearing just their bras and panties. When they went over to the nice roaring fire to warm up I saw that they were all wearing thong panties too. They had three of the cutest little asses that I had ever seen. As I felt my cock stir I made a slight adjustment.

I said, “Oh by the way. I was told to punish you too.”

Emily asked, “What do you have in mind?”

I replied, “Well I could blister your cute little asses or I could just admire them until you go home.”

Evelyn said, “Well if it’s our choice I would rather you just admire my ass.”

Elizabeth said, “Me too, sir. Please.”

Emily said, “Well I sure don’t mind if you look at mine. That’s sort of why we came here dressed like this in the first place.” Then the three girls laughed.

I had to smile at them. Those sweet little wenches had done this on purpose. Well it was a whole lot better than being alone and watching the snowflakes fall. It just might even be better than watching a dirty movie from my DVD collection.

Emily had a very nice shape, her breasts were high on her chest and she was an inch or two taller than her cousins were. Emily had on a red bra and light blue panties. Evelyn had on a black strapless bra that was maybe a size too small for her breasts as if she had outgrown it recently and she had on white panties. Elizabeth was the only one wearing a matching set of yellow lacy panties and bra.

The girls seemed all keyed up. Emily was much more excited than she normally was. They obviously had something more in mind so I just sat back and watched them. I wasn’t going anywhere.

Emily pulled two of my bear skin rugs over in front of the fireplace and tossed on a couple more logs too. The three girls got on their bellies facing the fire. That way I got to check out their bare assess some more. Then I chuckled to myself about bare asses and bear rugs. After a while they turned over and started to look up at the cobwebs up in my rafters while I admired their tight little pussies. They each had pubic hairs sticking out of their panties too and the collar did match the cuffs in all three cases. The tiny red hairs glowed in the light from the fire while the little blonde hairs were practically invisible. However Emily’s dark brown hairs were very easy to see against her skin.

Soon the girls were anxiously moving my table around, standing up on it, and removing the cobwebs with my broom at arm reach. They were even taking turns standing up on the table and stretching for me. It was quite obvious that they were doing it on purpose but who to hell cared.

After they finished cleaning out the cobwebs they went up to check out my bedroom in the loft. It is always warmer up there because as everyone knows heat rises. I couldn’t see them but I heard a lot of giggling, whispering, and tee-heeing. I decided to just let them be.

When they finally did come back down they were hungry so I started a nice rabbit stew with potatoes, carrots, and onions. The girls each took a raw carrot and ran off. I couldn’t believe that they ran out into the snow like that. Well I guess that kids will be kids. Soon they were running back in and right to the fireplace. However this time they were completely naked.

I asked them, “What happened to your underwear?”

Emily said, “It’s on the porch. We didn’t want them to get wet.”

Then the girls laughed and giggled as they shivered in front of fire while I looked at them standing there naked.

Evelyn asked, “Would you be a dear and go get them for us?”

Elizabeth said, “If you do we will turn around for you and warm up our backs.”

Emily said, “That way you can see our fronts.”

Evelyn said, “That’s where our best parts are.”

I replied, “The parts in the back aren’t half bad either.” Then it was my turn to giggle.

I smiled and walked to the front door. I tried to be fast so that the cold air wouldn’t get in but those girls had tossed their bras and panties all over the place and in the snow too. Everything was all wet and they knew it. They hadn’t taken them off first like they said they had taken them off afterwards. It was all part of their plan. They had wanted to be naked in front of me. So I’ll let them. I gathered their things up and took them inside. The three girls were now facing me. It was an amazing sight. I tossed their clothes on the floor next to the door. They were all in a bunch and that way I knew that they wouldn’t dry out for days.

I sat in my chair near them and checked them out once again. None of the girls shaved their pussies and I liked that. I also knew that most girls only shaved down there in the summer during bikini season anyway and that in the middle of winter it really didn’t matter much at all. I enjoyed the much better look at their entire patches of pubic hair. The dark brown, the blonde, and the bright red were a very nice combination.

As I checked out their breasts it looked like Emily had a much darker tone to her skin than her cousins had. I was pretty sure that her mother had some Indian blood in her someplace. Her nipples and areolas were much darker than her two cousins were. She had a good size set of breasts on her too for a girl her age. Her cousin Evelyn, the little blonde, had a very pale complexion and her nipples and areolas were a light pink in color. Her breasts were about the same size as Emily’s breasts. Elizabeth, the redhead, had a lot of freckles all over her breasts right up to her neck and shoulders. Her nipples and areola were about the same shade of pink as Evelyn’s. Elizabeth’s breasts were just a little smaller than her cousin’s breasts were but I knew that she would catch up and surpass them soon. Like I said I had seen all of their mothers before and Elizabeth’s mother had a fine rack on her.

Emily smiled at me and asked, “So what do you think?”

I had a pretty good idea what she wanted to hear. So instead I said, “Well I think the snow is getting worse and that the rabbit stew is done.”

Emily stomped her foot and said, “That’s not what I asked.”

I said, “Too bad little babe. Let’s eat. Maybe I’ll tell you what you want to hear after you do the dishes.”

The girls ran to the table while I threw a couple more logs on the fire. I sat the pot in the middle of the table and put some in each of their bowls. The two cousins weren’t sure if they would like rabbit stew or not but Emily told then to try it and they did. They even decided that they liked it too. All of us had two bowls each and it sure warmed us all up.

The girls did the dished and even dried them and put them away without being asked. After that they got between the fire and me again.

Emily said, “Okay now answer my question. What do you think?”

Evelyn added, “About us.”

Elizabeth added, “Our bodies.”

I just smiled for a minute because it seemed to drive the girls crazy. Then I said, “Do you wish me to judge you strictly on appearance alone or can I touch, taste, and smell you too? Personally I would rather give you an answer based on all of my senses rather than just the one.”

Emily looked at her two cousins and then said, “Okay I think I would like you to fell of us.”

Evelyn added, “And to taste us too.”

Elizabeth added, “And to smell of us also.”

Emily said, “We were doing all of that to each other up in your loft earlier.”

I just smiled at their honesty. That was what I had thought they were doing anyway but it was nice to hear them admit it.

I stood up and asked them to lay back on the rugs. Then I got down near Emily and started with her. Keeping my head at a close proximity I went from her head to her toes examining every inch of her front. I repeated the process getting closer to the good parts and sniffing. Other than just needing a shower Emily smelled very good especially her pussy. She had a nice strong womanly fragrance. Then I got between her legs I opened up her pussy lips and started my taste test. She had a very nice strong taste and I liked it. I swirled my tongue around inside her opening for a good minute. She gave me an erection so I guess that she tasted just right. While I was right there I folded her knees into her breasts and sniffed her asshole. Then I licked it. It had a powerful taste but I stuck with it and licked her clean tasting of her very well. I then changed the taste in my mouth with some of her pussy juice. Next I had her roll over on her belly so that I could inspect her backside. Her skin looked nice especially her creamy ass.

She brought back memories of the times that her mother and I had made love. We usually make love once in the summer and once more in the winter. After all I don’t have a wife and she knows that men have certain requirements. I am certain that her husband knows about our relationship even though he and I have never spoken about it.

Evelyn was next and she certainly passed my visual inspection. Her blonde pussy had a nice sweet odor to it. I got right between her legs for my smell and taste test since that was all I had really done to Emily. As I opened her up I could see that she was even wetter than Emily had been. As I poked my tongue into her I realized that she tasted just as good as she smelled. It was a pleasant surprise that her asshole tasted good too. I tried not to spend more time slurping up her juices than I had Emily, but I just couldn’t help myself.

Elizabeth was the last of the girls but she sure was worth the wait. Like her blonde cousin she was very juicy. I opened up her pussy lips and looked inside her love tunnel. She had a unique tasted but it was similar to that of her blonde cousin. She really liked it when I ran my tongue over her tightly puckered asshole. I finished her off with my backside inspection. She passed all the way around.

Then I told all three girls to get on their bellies. I then did a palm to their ass cheek touch test. I didn’t spank them very hard, I just wanted to tease them a little. However at the same time I was checking out the firmness of each of their adorable derrières. Evelyn seemed to have the softest most elastic posterior of the bunch.

Next I had them roll onto their backs for me again. This time I gave each girl a breast exam. Not only did I poke my finger into every inch of their wonderful mammary glands but I pinched and twisted each of their nipples too. Then I sucked each and every one of them to stiffness and looked at them.

For my final examination I moistened my middle finger, reached down between Emily’s legs and inserted it. My finger went in fairly easily. Then I rubbed her clit but not long enough to give her an orgasm. With Evelyn my finger also went in fairly easily and then I tickled her clit too. However when I got to Elizabeth I felt some resistance from her intact hymen. All three girls said that they were virgins but Elizabeth hadn’t even shoved anything into her hole yet. She loved my finger on her clit too.

I sat back in my chair and asked, “So exactly what do you wish to hear?”

The girls just repeated themselves and said, “What do you think?” “About us.” “Our bodies.”

I said, “I take it you want me to be brutally honest with you.”

The three girls nodded their heads so I said, “Well first off I really enjoyed touching, smelling, and tasting each one of you. Second it is very hard to pick one of you over the other two because you each have some very nice qualities. Together you three would make one very wonderful woman.”

Emily said, “Okay. We get it. You don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. Could you tell us something, please?”

I smiled and said, “Okay. Emily you have a great dark complexion, nice firm tits, and a very strong tasting pussy. Evelyn you have the wettest and best tasting pussy and the softest ass too. Elizabeth you still have your cherry and from what I have seen of your mother your breasts are going to be better than your cousin’s beasts in the near future. You all have great nipples too. Is that enough?”

Emily looked at her cousins and said, “I think that was just what we wanted to hear.”

Evelyn said, “Your right about Emily’s strong tasting pussy, my flabby ass, and Elizabeth’s boobs.”

Elizabeth asked, “Would you mind if we got in touch with our lesbian side in front of you. We wouldn’t be able to do that at Emily’s house.”

I smiled and replied, “Right in front of me. Yes. I would like that very much.”

Emily said, “Thank you. It really means a lot to us to have you watch.”

Evenly said, “We all liked you touching us too.”

I said, “Thanks girls. Now enjoy yourselves.” Then I sat back in my chair and watched them.

That night the girls were really ready to crash after they took a shower together and climbed into my bed. I of course slept on the couch. Don’t knock it, it’s a pretty comfortable couch.

Saturday the girls made love to one another all day long and occasionally in between they played naked in the snow and helped me in the kitchen. They each talked to their mothers on the phone also.

I had a pretty good collection of girl on girl DVDs that I have watched but nothing is ever as good as watching it live. Those cute little teenagers could give that goddamn Energizer Bunny a run for his money. They licked, sucked, and probed one another constantly. It was non-stop action as long as they were awake. Girls are lucky because they don’t have to get hard and build up in between climaxes like boys do. They were having orgasms all over the place.

I watched Emily attack Elizabeth once. She kissed her, tongue and all. She sucked her nipples and bit them just hard enough to make Elizabeth beg her for mercy. I watched as Emily kissed her cousin’s pussy, pulled on her pussy lips with her teeth, and then nibbled on her clit until Elizabeth passed out from pleasure.

I watched Evelyn attach Emily. She wrestled her to the floor in a playful way, sat on her face, and jammed three of her fingers into her pussy. No wonder those two didn’t have a hymen anymore.

Sunday was just another day of the same thing. They stayed naked all day, played in the snow occasionally, and fooled around constantly. Then about dinnertime the snow stopped. The plows wouldn’t have the road cleared to Emily’s house until sometime Monday afternoon though. I told Emily’s mother that I would bring the girls home on my sled sometime Monday. I can pull my sled behind my snowmobile and it would hold all three of the girls.

Emily’s mother told me that if I got the girls home by noon that I could bring her and her two sister-in-laws back to my house for a couple of days. Then she told me that they also wanted to get in touch with their lesbian side too if I didn’t mind. Wow! I told her that I wanted to get in touch with my lesbian side and she just laughed at me. She said that her sister-in-laws not only wanted to get in touch with their lesbian sides but that they all wanted to try out my cock a few times each too. Okay!

When I asked what they were going to wear I was told just a bra, panty, and a snowsuit of course. Boots, gloves, and goggles were always a part of the snowsuit. I was also told that they didn’t intend to wear their bras and panties very long though. I told her that I would be there by noon if I had to drag that sled there by myself.

Emily’s mother laughed and said, “Okay lover boy. You just get here by noon. I can’t wait to feel your cock in me and after three days with those girls I bet you can’t wait to slip it in me either. Tell you what. As soon as we are out of sight I’ll let you fuck me in a snow bank. I know how much you like a cold piece of ass. Love you.” Then she kissed the phone.

The End
Snow Storm
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Laura, once a lesbian, has been blackmailed into a path of degradation and conditioning that has left her as nothing more than a degraded fuckbunny…

Chapter 38
RAPED BY A FRIEND

Sam didn’t normally visit the Pretty Titty, but he was there that night for a friend’s buck’s night.

The women here were hot, he had to admit, and the way they degraded themselves for the patrons was even hotter. He had developed an erection the first time a big-titted blonde had leant over next to him, her naked boobs brushing his shoulder, and whispered in his ear, “My name is Fuckbunny. I like it when men cum on my tits. How can I serve you this evening?” The erection hadn’t gone away since.

But the thing that really got his attention that night was the stage show. At the centre of the club was a stage with a stripper pole, with a walkway leading up to it from a backstage area, and there was constantly at least one slut on the stage showing herself off for the audience’s pleasure. When Sam had come in, a naked bimbo was making love to the pole, wrapping her legs around it and sliding it between her big fake tits and up against her cunt. Later a redhead, nude except for heels, had taken the stage and spread her legs for the audience before starting to wantonly masturbate in front of them.

The third girl, though, was someone Sam knew.

She came out naked, on all fours, crawling. Her pink hair was in disarray, like she’d just been fucked – and for all Sam knew, she had – and her big naked tits swung beneath her, occassionally brushing the floor. She wore high heels and a collar and nothing else, and there was a dog leash clipped to the collar being held by a gorgeous blonde with huge fake breasts, just as nude.

The girl with pink hair was Laura, and Sam had gone to school with her. She’d made his life hell, not with overt cruelty, but with affection. They had been close friends – very close – and Laura had spent many hours at his house. They’d gone to movies together, gone on holidays together. And always Laura would hint they might be something more.

She’d give him long, long hugs, crushing her tits against him, nuzzling his neck. She’d sit on his lap as they watched films, wiggling her ass against his cock, which she *had* to be able to feel stiffening against her. When they sat next to each other she’d sometimes innocently rest her hand in his lap. She’d take him with her when she went lingerie shopping and show him all the lacy pink underwear she was going to stuff her tits and pussy into. She would even, on occasion, watch hentai with him – hentai with pink-haired big-titted sluts just like her – and ask him which girls were the prettiest, and which ones he wanted to fuck, and who he hoped would get raped, and he’d tell her it was the pink-haired girl, and she’d hug him and say how much she liked him.

And through all those years he never got another girlfriend, because he was hung up on Laura. He wasted those years. He had acted on his feelings. Three times he had made a pass at Laura, and each time she had slapped him down, and mocked him, and told him he was horrible for misunderstanding their friendship and he should feel bad – and then she’d gone straight back to cockteasing him. He remembered kissing her once, and she’d let him kiss her, and moaned sluttily, and the kiss had gone on for a full minute, and it was only after he pulled away that she pushed him backwards and said, “How could you?” He remembered one day when she had been sitting on his lap, and he was holding her around the waist, and she moved his hand to her breast – *she* moved it to her breast – and when he had squeezed her soft, large tit, she had shrieked and jumped up, and started to lecture him on boundaries, only it was a confusing lecture because as she talked she put her hand on his crotch, and squeezed his hard cock, and he couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying.

And finally he had told her that he loved her, and he wanted to date her, and that was when she told him that she had a girlfriend now and was taken, and he really should have said something before. And she kissed him on the lips, and then walked out of his life.

And now here she was, the cockteasing lesbian slut, naked and crawling like an animal, on stage at the Pretty Titty.

The blonde walked Laura up to the edge of the stage, and had Laura sit – telling her “Sit,” like Laura was a well-trained dog – and then had Laura spread her legs to the audience. Sam stared at Laura’s twat, entranced. It was sopping wet, with long sticky ropes of slut nectar running between her labia, her thighs glistening with her cunt juices. Her clit poked out eagerly from between her engorged cunt-flaps. Laura stared out vacantly into the audience as she exposed her pussy for them.

Sam watched as Laura began to masturbate, rubbing her clit and sinking her fingers deep inside her fuckhole. She moaned sluttily as she did it, and squeezed her big tits forcefully. Sam couldn’t believe what he was seeing – and even less so when he realised Laura was deliberately hurting herself in her masturbation, pinching her clitoris hard and crushing her tits in her hands. Here was the object of his teenage fantasies, degrading herself for money, wet and horny and masturbating in public.

After a while, the blonde pulled hard on the leash, dragging Laura away from the stage edge by her neck, and bringing Laura’s mouth up to the blonde’s cunt. Sam watched as Laura started to eagerly lick at the blonde’s snatch, burying her face in the girl’s wet pussy, still rubbing at her cunt as she did. The blonde moaned and pushed her groin against Laura’s face, and then after a while she descended to the stage floor as well, and the girls took up a 69 position, both licking at each other’s twats at the same time. Sam was sure Laura orgasmed at least three times before the show was over.

When the girls retreated backstage, Sam was left with a raging erection. He was lucky he hadn’t cum in his pants. How had this come to be? How had Laura become such a slut? Was she still a lesbian? She had licked out a girl, but she’d done it in front of a male audience.

He felt something brush his shoulder, and he realised it was the tits of one the waitress, Fuckbunny. She was leaning over to purr into his ear – “You know, if you like the pink-haired girl, you can fuck her. We have rooms to use the whores in out the back.”

Sam was overwhelmed. Fuck Laura? Laura was a prostitute? She fucked men? He wanted to – wanted to so much – but he’d never used a whore before. He felt weird paying money for sex. He shook his head to Fuckbunny – “no” – and tried to enjoy the rest of the buck’s night, but he couldn’t get that image out of his head, nor could he make his erection going away. Fucking Laura. Cumming inside her. It was the most erotic thing he could think of.

Hours passed, and eventually it was time for the night to come to an end. Quite drunk, he staggered outside to call a taxi.

And there was Laura. She was naked, except for the collar, the high heels, and a pink robe to keep her warm. She hadn’t even pulled the robe closed – her tits and shaved cunt were on full display.

“Laura!” he said, before he could stop himself. She looked over at him, confused, and then recognition bloomed in her eyes.

“Sam!” she said. And there was something else in her face – shame; humiliation; the knowledge that she was degraded and the brief thought that someone from her earlier life might save her from it. But then also a slutty brainlessness that overwhelmed the rest.

She walked over to him and hugged him. Her bare tits pressed against him. “They call me Kitten Tits here,” she said. “You should call me Kitten Tits. Did you like my show?”

“I thought your show was great,” he said, and then added, awkwardly, “Kitten Tits.” Calling her the degrading name felt good. His cock twitched in his pants. Then it twitched even harder, as he felt her lower her hand to his pants and start to stroke his groin. She giggled as she felt his cock move against her fingers.

“Do you, uh, want to catch up sometime?” he asked, his throat dry.

She nodded, cutely.

“Um, tomorrow afternoon?” he suggested. “My place?”

She nodded again.

At that point two other girls came out of the club, both naked like Laura. He recognised one as her girlfriend from when he had known her, Erica. The other – a cute petite blonde – he didn’t know.

“This is my pet Erica,” said Laura. “They call her Slavetoy here. And this is my new girlfriend Taylor, and her name here is Candy Twat.”

“Hello Slavetoy,” Sam said. “Hello Candy Twat.” The girls were gorgeous – naked and gorgeous.

“We have to go home now,” said Laura. “But I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon?”

Sam nodded, unable to find words, and watched the three nude girls walk away to the car park.

He went home that night and masturbated furiously.

===

The next morning Sam thought to look for Laura on the internet. He wanted to see what she’d been up to when last he saw her. He expected only to find her Facebook page and maybe an Instagram account, but instead a search for her name returned a site called “Laura The Fake Lesbian” at LauraDrinksPiss.com.

He thought it was a random porn site at first, until he clicked through and realised it was full of pictures of Laura – his Laura! A welcome video played, in which a naked Laura with cum visibly splattered on her boobs talked about how much she liked fucking men, being raped, and drinking piss and cum. She was masturbating as she spoke.

He paid for a membership to the site immediately, then clicked through the content, stroking his cock as he went. It had Laura naked; Laura stripping in a variety of places and from a variety of outfits. It had her lezzing off with the two girls he’d seen last night. It had her eating dog food out of girls’ cunts, pissing in public, drinking urine, having her tits and cunt hit with a cane, and being fucked by a man in a variety of positions and a variety of holes.

She was a degraded fucktoy. He didn’t know how she had become this fantasy sex-object but he couldn’t help himself – he orgasmed again, for the second time in twelve hours.

Laura eventually turned up as agreed in the early afternoon. He opened the door to find her dressed like a ridiculous sex doll. She wore her collar and high heels. Otherwise, above her waist she wore only a leather belt, buckled across her tits at nipple level, pulled tight to crush her titflesh uncomfortably against her chest. The buckle rested over her left nipple, which must have been painful. Below the waist she wore a short skirt that didn’t even come down far enough to cover the bottom of her cunt, which was bare. Her labia were taped to her inner thighs with sticky tape, splaying her cunt open, and there was a clothespeg clamped on her clitoris.

His cock stiffened. He led the little bitch into his house.

“I’m so glad you could come, Laura,” he said. “I’ve always wanted to have you like this – but you knew that, didn’t you?”

Laura nodded, and then giggled stupidly.

“I showed you how I felt about you three times, Laura, and each time you turned me down even though you’d been a cockteasing slut,” he said. “Do you remember that?”

Laura nodded again.

“Would you like to make it up to me?” he asked her.

Laura nodded eagerly, although there was something in her eyes that suggested that no, she didn’t really, and she was scared about where this was going.

Sam didn’t care. “Good,” he said. “Come sit on the couch.”

She did.

“The first time I showed you how I felt, I kissed you, and you rejected me. I think you should experience what that feels like,” he said. “Kiss me, Laura.”

Laura swallowed nervously, and then leant forward and kissed him on the lips. It felt wonderful. Her lips were warm and soft and submissive. He gave her a long, deep kiss, then finally pulled away – and then slapped her hard across the face.

Laura squeaked in shock, her cheek reddening. Fascinatingly, she made no move to protect herself.

“Kiss me again,” Sam demanded.

Laura nervous leant in for another long kiss, which Sam enjoyed, and at the end he slapped her across the face again.

“You stupid slut,” he said. “Why did you think I’d want to kiss you?”

Laura looked confused and scared.

“Kiss me again,” he told her.

She leant in obediently for a third kiss. This time during the kiss he grabbed her hair tight in his hands, and when he was done kissing he moved his mouth away slightly, and then spat directly between her parted lips. She squeaked and turned her face away, so he grabbed her jaw in his hand, turned her back towards him, forced her mouth open, and spat in it twice more, and then slapped her hard twice.

She was on the verge of tears now, which made her look twice as pretty. Sam snarled at her. “You dumb slut! Why woudl you think I’d want to kiss you? No one would want to kiss a dumb lesbian whore like you.” And then he leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth, brusing her lips, spitting into her mouth as he kissed her, and when he was done he slapped her again, and again, five times, until she really was crying.

“That’s what it feels like, slut,” he told her as she cried. She looked beautiful like this. But her crying went on too long, so after a while he pushed her legs apart, got a grip on the clothespeg clipped to her clitoris, and tugged on it repeatedly until she got the message and quietened down.

“The second time, I squeezed your tits, Laura,” he said now. “Do you remember?”

She noded dumbly.

“In fact, you asked to be squeeze your tits. You put my hand on your boobs. And then when you pretended like you didn’t want it, you rubbed my cock as you made fun of me. Do you remember that?”

Laura nodded, her eyes still full of tears.

“Ask me to squeeze your tits, Laura,” he told her.

“Please Sam,” she squeaked. “Please squeeze my… fuckbags. Squeeze my giant cow udders.”

“Say ‘squeeze my tits’,” he said.

She shook her head, scared, so he slapped her, and then he slapped her again, and again.

Finally she said, her voice catching, “Squeeze my tits.” On the work “tits”, she jerked, and Sam realised she had received an electric shock. From her collar? It had seemed to directly hurt her breasts and groin.

“Say ‘tits’ again,” he told her.

She looked at him pleadingly. He slapped her, and so she said it. “Tits.” Again she convulsed with pain.

“What’s zapping you, Laura?” he asked her.

“My collar. And there are implants in my slut balloons and cum dump, and they shock me if I don’t use proper hetero whore words.”

“Good,” said Sam. He put her hand on her breast, and squeezed it hard. Then he unbuckled the belt from around her breasts, and repositioned it so it went around the based of her left breast, and then pulled it as tight as he could. It constricted the base of her boob tightly, and made the rest bulge lewdly and begin to turn purple. He cinched it in place, and then took off his own belt and used it on her right tit.

As he did so, he took his cock out of his pants, and moved Laura’s hand to it. She knew what he wanted, and began to obediently stroke his dick.

Sam watched with interest as constricting Laura’s tits made a little flow of white milk substance run from her nipples. It confirmed something he had been wondering – Laura was pregnant. That bulge in her belly was a baby. He casually wiped up some of the discharge from her nipple and smeared it on her face.

“Who’s the father?” he asked.

“My brother,” Laura said quietly, and Sam felt his cock twitch with arousal.

As Laura stroked his cock, he reached out and began to squeeze her tits. He aimed to hurt her, to humiliate her, and he used milking motions to make more of the colostrum flow from her pregnant whore melons. Laura moaned and mewled as he crushed her constricted fuckbags in his hands, but again she made no move to defend herself. He kissed her as he abused her tits, sometimes pausing to spit in her mouth again.

After a while, he brought out the toys he’d prepared earlier from under the couch, toys he’d prepared after seeing what an obedient degraded slut Laura was on her website. They were two velvet bags, each with a drawstring at the top, designed to hold small knicknacks. As it turned out, each was just the right size to hold one of Laura’s tits. He slipped a bag over each breast, pulled the drawstring tight at the top, and tucked the mouth under the belt to hold it in place.

Then he went back to squeezing and fondling Laura’s tits, and Laura learned the purpose of the bags. Each was filled at the bottom with a generous double handful of thumbtacks.

Laura howled as Sam massaged the thumbtacks against her big melons. She cried, and sobbed, but she didn’t for a second stop masturbating him, or pull her tits away, or ask him to stop, even though her eyes begged for mercy.

The look in her eyes drove him over the edge. Finally he pulled her up to straddle his lap and let his cock sink into her cunt. It felt divine. He pulled her tight against him so that her tits were crushed against his chest, and began to bounce her up and down on his dick. Each bounce dragged her breasts up and down his chest, driving new thumbtacks into her titflesh. He held her in place with one arm and used the other to repeatedly slap her face as he raped her. He was leaving marks on her and he didn’t care. He raped her and raped her until finally he ejaculated into her cunt.

He stopped bouncing her and let the crying girl sit on his lap for a moment, enjoying the feeling. He was pretty sure that for all her tears, she’d orgasmed at least three times during her rape. Then he pushed her off him to the floor, grabbed her hair, and guided her face to his cock to lick him clean, which she did eagerly and obediently. He decided the pin-bags could stay on her tits for the time being.

He decided to give her a brief break from the peg on her clitoris, though. He grabbed her by the hair, then reached down and unclipped the peg, and watched her face fill with agony as the blood rushed back into her clit. The horrible pain made her orgasm, and he held her firmly by the hair as she bucked, and then at the height of her orgasm he snapped the peg back onto her clit.

He left her there, shaking, and went to the kitchen to make them each a sandwich. He poured himself a glass of champagne, and brought an empty wine glass back for Laura, which he passed to her. “The final time you rejected me was when I asked to date you. You would have liked dating me. I would have taken you for a lovely dinner and made you feel like a princess,” he said. “But we can have a date now that fits the kind of bitch you actually are.” He gestured to the glass. “Fill this with your piss,” he told her.

Laura didn’t even rebel against this instruction. She was used to acting like this. She placed the glass against her cunt, then began to urinate into it. She avoided eye contact with him while she did, but as she pissed she tugged at the peg on her clit with her free hand, stimulating her pussy while she urinated.

When the glass was full, he got her to put it on the low coffee table, then passed her her sandwich. “Here’s the meal I’ve ordered for our date. Eat this like you do on your website,” he told her. Obediently, she took the ham-and-tomato sandwich and pushed it up into her cum-filled snatch. She gasped sluttily as she stuffed her pussy with the food. When it was all inside her, she began to rub her cunt and tug at her clit-peg. Soon she orgasmed, her pussy spasming, her cunt muscles squeezing the food inside her. At that point she took a long sip of urine from her glass, and then began digging the mashed cunty bread out of her twat and putting it in her mouth.

Sam watched this naked pregnant whore who he had once loved drinking piss and eating food from her cunt like a degraded animal, and it felt good. Laura deserved this.

After she was done eating, he pulled her over by her hair, pushed his cock into her mouth, and pissed. He had always wanted to piss in a girl’s mouth, and it felt as good as he had imagined to use her as his toilet, feeling her swallow his piss as she looked up at him, desperate to please. He kept drinking his champagne – he wanted another full bladder for later, as he intended to piss on her face and hair before she left and send her home dripping.

Next he took Laura into the computer room. He sat in front of the computer and pulled up Laura’s website. Then he sat Laura on his lap, buried his cock in her cunt, which she had just eaten out of, and told her to rub her clit. He didn’t fuck her, just rested his cock inside her, and made her give him a running commentary on each of the videos of her degradation that he pulled up. As she spoke, he squeezed the bags of pins encasing her boobs, driving the sharp points into Laura’s titflesh.

“That’s me pissing into my girlfriend’s mouth,” Laura explained as she rubbed her cunt and cried quietly from the pain in her tits. “She’s such a fake lesbian whore, she deserves it. She’s pregnant with my brother’s cum too. She seduced him like a little slut. I like hurting her. Lesbians deserve to be hurt. We milk her big slut tits like she’s a moo cow. Pregnant lesbians are cows, not people. They need to be raped and have their tits hurt.”

And the next one. “This is me orgasming from having my tits whipped with a belt by my brother. You can see milk squirting from my nipples on each hit because I’m such a stupid moo cow. I orgasmed because I think with my cunt, and because I’m a disgusting fake lesbian incestuous whore who deserves to have her udders punished.”

Sam pulled up a webcam window as she spoke, and set it to broadcast to his friends who’d known Laura at school. It showed a window of its feed on his desktop, which was good because it let him watch Laura cry as she spoke. When she realised what he was doing, she involuntarily orgasmed against his cock, which made her cry even more in shame and humiliation.

“That’s me…”, she sobbed, “masturbating like a stupid little lesbian slut… as I watch my brother fuck my girlfriend’s cunt with a cattle prod and then discharge it into her pussy.”

Finally Sam orgasmed, and ejaculated deep into Laura’s cunt again, and then had her climb down off his lap to lick his cock clean. He looked down at the degraded bitch between his knees and was disgusted by her, and disgusted by what he’d done with her. He waited while his cock softened in Laura’s mouth, then removed it, slapped her, and dressed.

Once he was dressed, he pulled her to her feet by her hair. “You never deserved my attention,” he told her. “You never deserved to be loved. You’re a disgusting fuckpig and I want you out of my house.” He watched as she crawled to her phone and used it to dial her girlfriend to come pick her up, then he grabbed her and put her mouth back on his cock as he waited for her lift to arrive.

Eventually it did come – a bubblegum pink car, being driven by Erica, Laura’s erstwhile girlfriend, who apparently now went by the name Slavetoy at the Pretty Titty. It was a slut car, he thought, with a slut driving it.

He dragged Laura out to the car by her hair, still naked, leaving such meagre clothes as she had worn inside the house, and pushed her into the passenger seat of the car. Then he went round to the driver’s door, opened it, and leaned in and kissed Erica on the mouth without her consent. Erica was surprised, but passively let herself be kissed. She was wearing a cute semi-see-through sun dress with no bra, so for fun he reached into her dress and lifted her tits out of it. Again, she let him, even though it clearly didn’t please her.

He looked at the two lesbians sitting in the car in his driveway, lit by the late afternoon sun. One was nude and dishevelled and covered with sweat and the signs of being recently raped. The other was pretty and submissive, her cute tits exposed to the world. He wanted to give them one final degradation. They shouldn’t be allowed to drive off like people. They were fuckpigs and they should know it as they travelled home.

“I want you girls to piss,” he told them. “Piss into your car seats. I want you to go home in a puddle of warm wetness, and I want you to smell it every time you get into this car, and be reminded that you wet yourself there because a man told you to.”

Neither girl made eye contact. Both blushed. But moments later, Sam heard the burbling sounds of liquid moving, and a wet patch began to spread under both girls as they urinated into their car seats. Pleased, Sam took out his own cock, aimed it at the girls’ faces, and began to piss. Urine splashed over their faces and hair and ran down over their tits. He pissed until his bladder was empty, then he grabbed Erica’s hair and stuffed his cock in her mouth for her to suck it clean.

“Both of you bitches are to masturbate all the way home, but you’re not allowed to cum,” he told them. “Erica had better drive very slowly so she doesn’t crash the car while playing with her cunt. Don’t stop rubbing your cunts for anything, under any circumstances.” And then he very deliberately went around the back of the car and used a branch to smash one of the car’s tail lights. He hoped very much the car would be stopped by the police on the way, and the girls would have to explain to a police officer why they were undressed, masturbating and drenched in urine. He had no doubt these well-trained girls wouldn’t think of making claims of rape or abuse. They would explain that they were like this becuase it was what they wanted and deserved.

As the girls drove away in their piss-soaked slut car, Sam expected to feel guilt about what he had done that day. He had never done anything like this with a woman before. He had hurt and abused and degraded and raped a girl who he knew didn’t really want it, but was for some reason allowing it to happen anyway. He had made her cry and tortured her tits. He should feel bad.

He didn’t. He felt good. He felt really good.

(To be continued…)

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