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August 24, 2006
Love Slave (Amber's Abduction)
Amber was eighteen, blonde haired, brown eyed and very pretty. She was popular with women and pursued by men. When she had finished high school, she went with a group of girlfriends inter-railing around Europe before going to Art school. She hoped her results were good enough but her favorite teacher Mr. G had left the year before. She had quite liked him although he was rather old. She remembered when she had tried to flirt with him. He had smiled and patted her bum. When she thought about it she realized she could have got him into trouble but she had rather enjoyed it. He was much nicer than some of the dirty old men and equally dirty old women that had taught her. Some had stripped her naked with their eyes since she was twelve. Perhaps she would look Mr G up.
For now school was out and life was fun. Clubbing and drinking and occasionally, fucking. She didn't particularly enjoy screwing and had rarely had an orgasm but was sure there was something there. The sweaty short fumbling she had experienced so far must, she thought, get better. She knew from masturbation what was possible. Sometimes she wondered if it was her. Her mother had told her sex was unpleasant and Amber wondered if she was right. But mommy had been a man hater ever since the divorce some five years before. Daddy had been denied access rights and Amber had not seen him since. Had mommy's admonitions made her frigid? Did she intimidate her partners? But these worries were transient and soon forgotten in the pleasures of Europe. Swimming, sunbathing and then, one glorious evening making love on the beach. Christoph was the best yet she mused as she drifted exhausted into sleep.
Her slumbers were filled with troubled dreams and half heard noises. Slowly she awoke. She went to turn towards Christoph and; what was it? She couldn't. She panicked and opened her eyes. Nothing. It was blacker than the deep of the night. And there was no sound of the sea. She moved her arm. Nothing. She lay still feeling her restraints. Her wrists were fixed by the side of her head but perhaps a foot on either side. She went to raise her head and felt the restraining collar. She could feel the air on her naked thighs and then the metal bands around her ankles. She was firmly fixed unable to more than flex her muscles against her restraints. Blind and deaf she lay scared. She was, she realized, in the ideal position to be raped. Terrified she ran her tongue over her parched lips and moaned.
Then she screamed. A hand had brushed against her thigh. "Who are you. What do you want?" she moaned" Silence was the answer. "Please" she whimpered. "What do you want with me. I haven't any money." A hand stroked her thigh down the inside getting perilously close to her cunt and then played with a breast, gently twisting and pulling at her nipple. "Please" she moaned. "Please don't." It stopped. "Thank you" she whispered. "Thank you." Her relief was short-lived. The hand was on her thigh again. Insistently, slowly a finger traced a line to the very edge of her labia. "Please" she sobbed "please" Then a finger ran along the slit. Back and forth it rocked. "Please. Please" she whimpered like a whipped puppy. She was terrified, she knew her body was responding. She hated it, but the erotic finger gently stimulating her aroused her. She could feel she was becoming moist and, Oh No, she was opening to that finger. It slid without resistance into her. A shock went through her body as it touched her clit. She tensed her body and realized in despair she had thrust her hips up. The finger was deep into her. She pulled back but the finger followed. "Please don't" she begged as another joined it. They squeezed that most sensitive spot. Then slowly oh so slowly she could not help responding. Her hips were beyond her conscious control as they ground against the fingers. She pushed towards them, all the while begging for it to stop. But she wondered whether her body or her mind was right. She could feel the heat rising. She knew she was about to explode, to melt. Her nipples were painful her tummy on fire and then without warning the fingers were gone. She sighed in relief and disappointment. And then a thrill caused her to strain up. A tongue was on her clit. She could feel unshaven cheeks rasping against the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs. He was sucking her swollen bursting clit between his lips, the tip of his tongue gently flicking against it. She felt his teeth, nipping gently. And then, in despair, she had the best orgasm of her short life.
An eternity later exhausted and satiated she lay still smelling the scent of her arousal. She was horrified and deeply ashamed. Her body had been played like a musical instrument. His tongue the bow across her clit shaped violin. She remembered with warmth the wracking passion that had destroyed an intelligent modern woman and made her a writhing moaning animal. Whoever he was he had used her just as he wanted and she had hated it. She had loved it. Confused and frightened she lay pinned and splayed worrying what was to happen to her.
She drifted in and out of shallow sleeps, each awakening a reminder of her shame and her pleasure. Then there were hands at her groin again. Were they the same. To her horror she knew she would never know. There could be hundreds of men watching her. Watching her writhe in ecstasy. Watching her beg in shame. Watching her tight sharp nipples and her heaving breasts. Seeing her raise her hips to those hateful exciting fingers. What was happening? She could feel something but what was it. Then she felt something cold and hard. What were they doing to her? She moved her hips and felt something gritty beneath them. Then she felt something warm brushing her groin. It was gentle and soothing and rather pleasant. And then there was a scraping. With a scream she understood. She was being shaved. She begged; she promised, she threatened, but the razor continued its work. She felt it sliding across her pussy, across the junction between her stomach and her thighs and then between her labia and her anus. Fingers ran over her. She could feel how smooth she was. Then, could it be true, she was licked. All of her private parts felt the sliding tongue. The razor returned and then the tongue. Eventually it appeared he was done. But was it a he she wondered. The cheeks had been smooth.
The bands holding her ankles were moving. She could do nothing as they were brought up and back so her thighs, splayed wide were pressing against her nipples. Her hard nipples she realized. Then something was clipped to her labia. They pressed insistently on either side. Not painful but causing her to feel the blood coursing through her body. She felt them being pulled wide. Amber lay exposed, pulled wide like a laboratory animal awaiting disection. There was nothing she could do. The realization of her complete vulnerability sent her into floods of tears. She was beyond begging, beyond intelligent thought. She moaned and whimpered. Then something painful was pushing into her. She tried to move away from it but was held rigid. Suddenly without warning her bladder relaxed and she felt the relief as it emptied. But she could not feel wetness on her thighs. Desperately trying to think rationally she realized that a catheter had been inserted. Then despite her moans something was pushed into her bottom. Amber had never done anal so she had no way of estimating the size but it felt huge. She lay in despair. What worse could they do to her? With a shriek, she realized liquid was invading her bowels. She could feel it bubbling inside her forcing its way higher and higher distending her stomach. She tried desperately to expel the invader in her rectum. Straining as with the worst constipation. But it was held firm. It was awful. But then it was worse. Suddenly, without warning, it was removed and, to her despair and shame she shat. She could feel the explosions in her bottom and then could smell the results. Her bottom was sponged with warm water and patted dry with a soft towel. She could feel powder being dusted on. Then she screamed as something was put back in her anus. It felt huge. It stretched her painfully. However much she strained and moaned and begged she could not get rid of it. She sank back in despair.
There was a prick in her arm and she could feel a needle being inserted. She could feel sticky tape strapping something hard to her arm. Her jaws were opened wide, held apart by something hard and metallic and she felt her teeth being cleaned. She gulped nervously lest she choke. Then she tried desperately to choke. She could feel a tube being pushed down her throat. Now she could not speak. She lay there unmoving knowing she was helpless. Then there were strange sensations in her stomach. Not painful but it was being stretched, and stretched, and stretched. Just before it became unbearable it stopped. She could feel fingers running over her belly testing the tautness of the skin.
Her legs were moved so they were clear of her breasts. She felt fingers playing with her nipples making them tight. Then it was a strange sensation; a gentle pressure, not painful rather as if someone was continuously sucking them. The fingers returned to her pussy. They ran along her outstretched labia. She realized how obscene she must look. Then she moaned, she was being fingered again. She felt sure now it was someone different. This one was less gentle more urgent. The fingers squeezed and pulled. It was painful. But she recognized the sensations in her belly. She was aroused. Then with an inarticulate moan she came. Almost instantly it seemed her cunt was on fire. An agonized shriek came from her gagged throat. She twisted and bucked her hips. It was impossibly painful. A hand pushed her groin holding her firm and then as another excruciating spasm of white agony shot through her she passed out.
Slowly she recovered consciousness. She remembered it. But there was no pain now. She felt fingers working at her pussy. She could feel a needle being pushed into her and then a thread being pulled through the hole, but no pain. It stopped, her feet were returned to their starting position and she was left. Amber wondered what had been done to her. Slowly, very slowly, the pain returned to her cunt. But it was a throbbing aching pain not that ghastly heart stopping stab of pain. What had they done? Amber panicked. They could have done anything. Perhaps she had been sterilized. She started to panic. She struggled against her unmoving restraints. Then a soft female voice started speaking to her. "Amber is a slave, Amber is a slave" It repeated insistently. "Amber loves Master, Amber belongs to Master. Amber worships Master. There is only Master, Amber is nothing. Amber is unworthy of Master. Amber wants Master to use her. Amber's wishes are nothing. Amber is nothing. Amber wants Master to take her. Amber wants Master to fuck her. Amber wants Master's cock in her throat. Amber begs to kiss Master's ass." On and on it went softly insistent repeating. Amber wanted to scream. "I am not a slave. I am free, I am free."
But she began to wonder. "Who is Master? What is he like? Is he kind? Will he love me? Will I love him?" "Amber wants Master's babies. Amber wants Master to make her belly swell. Please Master fuck Amber. Amber is nothing. Please Master make Amber whole. Please Master let Amber lick your balls, suck your prick. Amber wants Master to fill her cunt. Amber wants to be impregnated. Please Master put Amber to stud. Amber begs Master to steal her milk." She felt that insistent sucking at her tits. Would Master be like that? Amber was thinking what it would be like when Master took her. "Would he be gentle? Would he make her come?"
She had no idea of time. Every so often she felt food being pumped into her. Always her stomach was overfull. The plug would be removed from her bottom and unwillingly she would shit. Sometimes the surface she was on would vibrate easing her aching back. And all the time, awake and asleep, "Amber begs Master to use her. Amber is Master's pet, His brood mare, his milk cow. Amber is unworthy of Master's children. Another slave should cover Amber. Amber begs to give Master slave babies. Amber is an animal. Amber begs to be kept in Master's kennels. Amber is a little bitch to be covered by a dog." Amber thought constantly of Master. Who was he? How did he own Amber? Slowly unwittingly she became a slave. Her very being yearned to feel Master, to give herself to him.
Then one day it changed. She felt her ankles being unfastened and then almost immediately refastened. She could feel pedals beneath her soles. Her feet were moved. She felt as though she was cycling on her back. She felt wires being taped to her skin on the soft inner thigh and under her breasts. She continued cycling for a while; it was pleasant to exercise her legs. But she grew bored and stopped. A pain shot from her thigh to her breast. She gasped for breath,. She tried to scream. Then hands were at her feet making them pedal. She learned. Stop pedaling and agony would result. And still the voice. "Amber wants her thighs to be strong. Amber wants to wrap them round Master. Amber wants to be fucked by Master. Please Master fuck Amber." Without realizing it she was trying to mouth the words.
When the cycle stopped, Amber flinched awaiting the pain. But nothing happened. Her feet were returned to their original position. Her hands were freed and fixed to a bar above her. "Amber wants her arms to be strong. Amber wants Master in her arms. Amber begs to hug Master. Amber loves Master" She felt her hands being pulled down. She pulled feeling the ache as she pulled weights up. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants to be a healthy slave." Day after day she struggled. The pedaling got harder, the weights heavier. "Amber will be strong for Master. Amber will be a perfect slave." Then one day she felt the tube being withdrawn from her throat. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master" Then another female voice started. "It's water to your left" it said, "and fruit juice to the right." "Amber wants to suck Master" the female voice started. She turned her head to the left. Something brushed her cheek. Her neck was not so tightly restrained. She put her tongue out. There was a hard plastic bulb with a tiny drop of water at the tip. She licked it. "Suck," the voice said. She closed her mouth over the bulb feeling a shaft behind. She realized what she was doing. She had never fellated a man now she was sucking this artificial prick. Then she felt something being done to her cunt. A dildo slid into her. "If you want to piss," the voice said, "You'll have to squeeze it" Amber wondered what she meant. The voice droned on. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants to be tight for Master. Amber wants to please Master. Master is everything. Amber is nothing." Gradually the effect of her liquid diet began to have its effect. Her bladder was full. She tried to pee but nothing. It was painful. She remembered the dildo. It wasn't very large. Christoph had been much bigger. She tried desperately to squeeze it and felt a tiny release of pressure. On and on she struggled. It was exhausting. She discovered she could do it if she tried really hard but she couldn't sustain the pressure. Spurt by spurt she emptied her bladder. "Amber wants to be strong for Master. Amber wants Master's prick in her tight little cunt." Day after day she exercised, even on some occasions pulling weights cycling and attempting to empty her bladder at the same time. Unconsciously she was repeating what the voice said.
Then she awoke to find she was unrestrained. She felt her body. She realized her eyes were not covered but it was still pitch black. Was she blind? The voice was still speaking on and on. Amber was repeating what it said. "Amber is a slave. Amber loves Master." Then, slowly at first it, started getting light. She found it painful, squeezing her eyes shut. She began to see. The room she was in was walled with mirror glass. She was lying on a couch in the middle. To one side was a cycling machine and to the other a weightlifting frame. In one corner was a bathroom. Carefully, she sat upright and lowered her feet to the floor. She looked at the wall opposite. "God." was her first comment. Her hands flew to her breasts. She looked down. Her nipples were huge like ripe strawberries. "Amber wants Master to suck her" she repeated. "Amber wants Master to take her milk." She looked down at her groin. It was completely bald and her slit looked like a little girls. She pulled her labia apart. Her clitoris was gone and in its place was a pearl mounted in gold. And her inner labia had been cut away. A thin white scar was the only evidence of their existence. She stood and looked at herself. She was much rounder than she remembered and her skin paler. Her stomach, once so flat from exercise was gently rounded. She wasn't fat but she was much softer, more female. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master." She saw, projecting from the wall two plastic dildos. She ran to them knelt and sucked. She wanted to pee and ran to the bathroom. Nothing! "Amber wants to be nice and tight for Master." Frantically she looked around. Lying on shelf was a thin plastic cylinder, no thicker than a finger. She slid it into her and reciting "Amber wants to be nice and tight for Master" she pissed. Then as she looked at herself in the glass she saw a glint of steel in her bottom. "Amber wants Master to fuck her in the ass. Amber begs Master to use her ass for his pleasure." She pulled it out. Her eyes stared it was huge. How was it she hadn't screamed with pain. "Amber wants Master to enjoy her bottom. Amber wants to be perfect for Master." She pushed it back in.
She stayed in that room for an eternity. Food appeared at a slot in the wall. Every so often one of the machines would buzz and she would exercise. Reciting "Amber wants to be clean for Master" she would walk to the shower and be washed. Without realizing it she was doing whatever the insistent voice said. Then she started "Amber wants to be trained for Master. Please Master have Amber trained. Amber wants to be perfect for Master." Her pleading grew in intensity. Her voice implored. She cried. She wanted to be trained. She begged. Then when she awoke there were two books in the room and several training aids. There was a life sized male dummy with realistic balls lying on its back. There were two dummies, male and female, fucking on a bed. She opened the book. "Amber's book of positions for a slave to please her Master." On page after page were illustrations of sexual positions. The other book was "How Amber sucks Master." That day she sat and read. Eventually she took the book and knelt between the outspread thighs of the erect dummy. "Amber wants to lick Master's balls" she said and proceeded to do so. She had read carefully what to do. She started at its feet kissing the soles and proceeded to kiss up the inside of its legs. "Amber wants to go nice and slowly for Master." Slowly Oh so slowly she edged up the plastic legs desperate to reach the hard balls. But "Amber wants to kiss Master all over." Eventually she lay outstretched the tip of her tongue flicking over the stones. "Amber wants to suck Master's balls" and always "Amber is a slave. Amber is nothing. Amber only exists to please Master." "Amber wants to lick Master's ass. Amber wants to tongue Master's anus. Amber wants her tongue in Master's ass." She wept with relief when "Amber wants to lick Master's prick" came from her mouth and then with joy "Amber wants to suck Master. Amber wants to suck Master harder, Harder, Harder" and the dummy spurted into her. "Amber wants to swallow it all. Amber is honored by Master's jizz." She was surprised to see the dummy go limp
Day after day, week after week Amber trained. She learned all the sexual positions. She learned to ream Master whilst he was mounting another slave. She dreamt of him. She so wanted to see him. She ate the food even though it seemed very rich to her "Amber wants to be soft for Master. Amber is Master's little fuck slut. Amber belongs to Master." The one day she realized she was not trying hard enough. However much she tried she sucked him too soon. She couldn't help herself. Even as she recited "Amber wants to kiss Master's thighs" she was sucking the plastic balls. "Amber is naughty. Amber doesn't love Master." Then one morning she looked at the erect dummy and realized she could ride it. Her constant state of sexual arousal made her very frustrated. She straddled the dummy and with one hand parting her labia she sank onto him. The pain was unbelievable. She lay screaming cupping her burning cunt. It seemed to go on forever. She rolled and writhed screaming all the while. Slowly, far too slowly it ebbed. "Amber is wicked. Amber is a whore. Amber is a slut. Amber would fuck anything." And she realized how much she needed to be punished. "Amber begs Master to whip her. Please Master whip the wickedness from Amber." She was weeping with contrition. Perhaps Master wouldn't want her. She couldn't bear the thought. When she awoke there was a pillory in the room. There were rings for her neck and hands, one for her waist and set back rings for her ankles. Reciting "Please whip me Master." She placed herself in position and the rings snapped shut. In the mirrored wall she could see a panel slide back and then, how she trembled, a thin rattan cane appeared held in a leather gauntlet. "Is that Master?" she thought. "Please can it be Master." The rod stroked her, making her tremble with fear and excitement. And then she watched as it rose. She saw a thin red line appear across her bum and then screamed. The pain was unbelievable. Her buttocks wobbled she clenched them and struggled. "Amber thanks you Master. Amber wants Master to whip her idle bottom." Twelve times the dreadful cane sliced into her and twelve times she begged for more. After that she trained the harder but still she begged for the whip. She knew it made her better, more compliant, more the perfect slave. And she knew that unless she was perfect she would never see Master. She cried that she might never see him, never feel him, never give herself to him. She knew she belonged to him but she wanted to make it absolute, unconditional
Then she awoke in darkness. At first she panicked but as she raised her hands to her head and felt the hood. She didn't understand what it meant but she was excited. She knew something new and exciting was to happen. She ran her hands over her body. Her huge nipples were hard. Her pussy was damp with anticipation. Would Master make her come? Would she ever come again? She didn't know whether it was possible without a clitoris. Perhaps whatever had been done meant she would be in agony as he penetrated her. She felt strong leather clad hands pulling her to her feet. There was a collar round her neck and she felt herself being led on a lead. She trembled with excitement. She walked along carpeted corridors and up in a lift. Then she entered a warm room. Her feet sank into the thick carpet. She stood silent as her wrists were fixed behind her back and she was made to kneel. As her head was pushed beneath a duvet she was bursting with joy. She was to lick her Master. She wriggled up over the cool silk sheets that tortured her hard nipples. Master wasn't there. All she could scent was clean linen. It seemed she knelt like that waiting forever. Then she flinched as a hand touched her bum. It was stroking her. She could feel rings but it was a hard hand. It grasped and molded a buttock. She parted her legs invitingly. There was a gentle smack and it stopped. She could sense someone in the room as she waited and then the bed moved. Master was getting in! She could feel her nipples hard and hot and her trembling pussy. She felt the weight of his legs on either side and then smelt his masculinity. Excitedly squealing with pleasure she stuck her tongue out and oh the joy of it licked a hard testicle. A whip slashed into her bum. She squealed with pain. Why was Master cruel to her? She so wanted to please him. Her tongue darted out again and again the whip slashed. She wept. She was failing Master. He would never want to see her again. Then her training cut in. "Amber wants to lick Master's feet. Amber wants to kiss Master's legs." She wriggled down the bed and started showering kisses on the soles of his feet. Slowly oh so slowly she kissed up his shins and then his knees. It was so much more exciting than the dummy she could smell him and taste him and soon, but not soon enough, she would be kissing his prick. She would be perfect for Master. Inch by inch she moved up his thighs kissing and darting her tongue out. Then once again she reached her goal. She kissed and licked and sucked. Dare she go higher. Master moved slightly. What did he want. "Amber wants to lick Master's anus. Amber wants her tongue in Master's ass." Immediately her dexterous tongue flicked along the cleft and then with only pleasure she pushed it hard against the tight knothole. She licked the underside of his balls feeling the throbbing seminal vesicle. She licked up his shaft. Her tongue circled the throbbing helmet. "Amber wants to suck Master. Amber wants to suck Master." She was crying with pleasure. And then suddenly he was gone.
Amber wept and wept as she knelt under the duvet still scented of her Master but empty. What had she done wrong? She was led to her room and sobbing tears of dismay fell to sleep.
It seemed an age before once again she was led to his bed. This time she remembered and knelt, her head at the very edge of the mattress. She was sure she was perfect but yet again she was led away unfulfilled. Then when she knelt before the bed she realized Master was already in it and, to her sorrow, a pair of women. Amber choked on her tears. She hadn't realized he would have more than one slave. Of course he wouldn't want her. These women must be much better than her. She worked her way up his legs feeling soft hands stroking them and imagining soft lips being kissed and breasts fondled. As she started to lick his shaft she realized another woman had it in her mouth. How Amber wished it were her. Then they tumbled about above her head. She inched forward. Oh! Master was fucking the girl. Amber's hands were untied. They shot to feel his firm bum and then gripping his hips firmly she tongued his ass as it thrust back and forth. She smelt the woman's arousal. Amber so wanted it to be her. She wanted Master to fuck her. She was his to do with, as he wanted. She licked and kissed puckering her lips around his anal ring and prodding her tongue hard against it. She felt him shudder. He was cumming. How she wished it was into her. "Amber begs Master to fuck her. Amber begs Master to fuck her!" Then he rolled off the unknown slave and grabbing Amber's hair pulled her lips to his groin. Amber was overcome. For the first time she felt his prick in her mouth. Still half hard, she licked and sucked it clean. She was in heaven as it hardened and she was allowed to continue. "Amber wants Master to come in her throat" she prayed. But it was not be. The other woman got the benefit of his erection as Amber plied her tongue.
She could sense it was different but did not know how. There was the same smell of sexual arousal. Master's buttocks rose and fell as before. She felt his shuddering, and then as he pulled her up to clean him she understood. As she licked and sucked him she knew he had been fucking her in the ass.
The next time Amber was led from her mirrored room it was not to the bedroom. Instead she found herself kneeling on a rug. Blind and deaf she sensed there were other people in the room but hadn't a clue what was going on. It seemed she was there for hours. She dared not move. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master" she whispered. "Amber wants to be perfect for Master." Then she sensed a vibration. She smelt Master. Her head darted forward. He was wearing something. She felt with her lips. It was a gown. Slowly oh so slowly it seemed, whispering "Amber wants to suck Master. Please Master may Amber suck you." she edged it aside. And then oh the pleasure her cheek brushed against his prick. "Amber wants to lick Master's balls." She licked and sucked giving little moans of pleasure. And to her delight she was allowed to suck him properly. Her breasts were so full, her pussy so hot. She felt the fullness of him in her, his balls brushing her chin. Then she tasted his pre cum. Was it possible? Would he honor her so, give her such pleasure? His prick was throbbing. She felt his hands on her hair pulling her forward to take him all into her. She gagged as he pushed against the back of her mouth and then felt it push into her throat. Then she wept. He was coming. He was coming. She was serving him. He pulled back and she felt the last drops of his load on her tongue. She rolled it around her mouth tasting it, feeling its texture. Then delicately, precisely as she was taught, doing exactly as she most desired, she licked him clean.
Several times after that he allowed her to finish him. She exercised in her room constantly thinking of him. She watched herself, seeing the beautiful perfectly feminine slave she had become. Her golden collar, her long blonde hair, her white skin and her gently rounded form. She was proud of her breasts: firm but soft and topped by those huge coral pink nipples. How she wanted Master to suck them. She loved her tight little girl's almost virginal slit, her naked mound, her gently rounded tummy. Master had made her body perfect. She had to make her mind, her very soul as perfect. One day she awoke to find she had thick gold rings though her nipples and her nose. The chased gold ring through her septum was strangely barbaric and very erotic. She looked like some exotic domesticated animal. How right she thought. I am his pet. Her tongue was sore. As she pushed it out she saw five golden studs. They were wonderful she thought. How much more pleasure Master would have when she licked him. She skipped round the room like a child chanting "Amber loves Master. Amber loves Master." Despite the pain she spent the day practising licking her Master. A few days later she awoke a pain in her right breast. She looked in the glass. "Slave Amber" was tattooed on it in a fancy curled script. She was pleased to be so permanently marked as his property. "Amber is a slave. Amber is a slave." And then for the first time she departed from the script. "And Amber loves being a slave." She stood thinking. It was true. She loved being a slave. Having no mind of her own. Having one purpose in life. To serve Master with her body. "No" she thought out loud "Not my body, his body. I am nothing without him." She sat for a while thinking. A great surge of contentment swept through her. Then she prostrated herself on the ground. "Master I am yours. Everything I am, everything I think belongs to you and you alone. Please use me as you want. I want to be perfect for you. The perfect slave." And she wept tears of joy. The voice stopped but Amber continued reciting her love and devotion, her willingness to serve, her unworthiness and her need to be punished. "I can never be good enough for you Master. Please make me perfect. Whip the wickedness out of me." Next day placed herself in the pillory. She clenched her bum anticipating the pain. But she deserved it she knew. "Please Master whip the wickedness out of me. Then the pillory was moving. Slowly and gently she was forced upright and then arched right back. She was held firm. The wall slid open. She saw nothing but blackness. The gauntleted hand came out holding a whip. It had five smooth strands about eighteen inches long. The hand raised and then Amber screamed. She realized her breasts were to feel the lash. She looked in disbelief at it crashed down. Her breasts bounced as five fine red lines appeared on them. Time and again it crashed down. She screamed but she begged for more. By the time the panel slid to she was marked from her shoulders to her crotch by a trelliswork of welts. She sighed with relief when the restraints clicked undone and kneeling massaging her tortured boobs she thanked her kind Master. "Amber will be good. Amber will be Master's perfect fuck slave."
It was a few weeks later when the marks had vanished that her wish came true. She awoke to find her elbows tied behind her back and wearing a blindfold. It was she realized not the usual one. Not as tight and perhaps she could see a glimmer of light through it. She felt excited. Something important was to happen. After an eternity of anxious waiting she was led out. She knew the route to the bedroom now and was bubbling with happiness when she recognized where she was. She stood trembling waiting for something to happen. Then feminine hands led her to the bed. She was surprised when instead of being made to kneel she was laid on it. Hands took her ankles and tied them wide and high. She felt cushions pushed beneath her hips. She lay trying to keep still. Was it to happen? "Amber wants to be fucked. Please fuck Amber." she chanted. "Please fill me Master. Use me. Fill my womb. Take pleasure from me." She began to writhe in excitement. Her breasts were full and her nipples painful. Her pussy dripping. Then she felt the bed move. "Please fuck Amber, Please fuck your slave Master." As she felt his fingers parting her labia and then sliding into her she moaned with pleasure. "Oh yes Master. Oh yes. Amber is yours Master. Your fuck slut Master." And then she screamed with joy. His helmet was in her. And then he was thrusting. He was huge. He was tearing her. She screamed in pain and bucked her hips to take more of him grinding and twisting. Slowly Oh so slowly he shafted her. She felt a rising excitement. Her body was melting. And then for the first time since that last dreadful occasion she came and came and came. Tears of joy were streaming down her face as Master whipped off her blindfold. She squealed with surprise. "Oh Master, Thank you. Thank you" she moaned to her Daddy. "Shut up and fuck slave" he said smiling. So she did.
Epilogue
It was a couple of years later, when Amber helped to train her baby sister Destiny, that she discovered all that had been done to her. She felt sorry for Destiny when she first saw her strapped down plasters over her eyes and headphones in her ears. But she was happy for her. In a few short months she would be Master's willing slave. And how happy she would be when she found that Daddy owned her. Perhaps, Amber thought, I won't be so jealous when he takes her. Amber hated it when, as was usually the case, some other slaves were selected for his bed. She looked down on her sister's naked restrained form. She was very pretty but her breasts perhaps too small. Amber looked down at her own hugely swollen breasts and belly. She was sorry it wasn't Master's child but didn't care otherwise who the unknown sperm donor might be. And Destiny's tummy was far too flat - like a boy. But her thighs were nice and would be much better after her special diet and exercise had had their effect.
Amber sighed as Master frigged Destiny to orgasm. She wondered if she had cum. She was only seventeen and although not a virgin (Or at least had no hymen) could not have fucked that many men. She looked at Destiny's face scarlet with embarrassment and horror as she arched in orgasm. Then it was Amber's task to prepare her for her new life. First she shaved her pubic hair. She took great care to ensure that not a trace of the curls remained, checking with her tongue, that most sensitive organ. Then she attached the clips to the girl's labia and pulled them wide, clipping the cords off at the side. She realized how vulnerable her sister looked. Fitting the catheter was easier than she expected and the enema was simple. She was surprised at the quantity of fizzing soapy liquid. Could she have taken as much? She carefully positioned the bucket and pulled it out. Poor Destiny. She farted mightily and vast quantities of filth were explosively ejected. Having cleaned her sister Amber pushed the smallest of the butt plugs in.
She fitted the saline drip with difficulty before taping the needle holder to Destiny's arm. Then using the sprung clips she held her mouth open. Having cleaned the dainty teeth she pushed the feeding tube down her gullet. She was extremely careful not to push it down the windpipe. She fitted the syringe and ladled in the food. It was disgusting. A mixture of cream, raw eggs, fat and porridge. It was enormously high in calories and roughage. As she pumped Destiny's tummy went taut. Amber tested it. She felt the stomach beneath the skin. Then she turned to Destiny's nipples. She cleaned each very carefully before placing the vacuum cups over each. The pressure differential was low but sufficient to hold them tight.
She returned to her sister's cunt to frig her again. She had never done this before because all Master's slaves had been circumcised. She squeezed and pulled the tight little bud, watching fascinated at the girl's frantic movements. Destiny wailed in passion and Amber applied the razor sharp scalpel. With a terrible scream the tiny sensitive organ was gone. She picked up the brand and cauterized the wound. Destiny lay motionless. Master injected anesthetic and Amber set to slicing the labia minor away. She carefully stitched up the wound before putting a tiny ring just above the livid star shaped scar where the clitoris had been. Then she sat in the control room deciding on the messages Destiny would receive.
Amber visited four times a day. She fed her sister more of the enriching food, changed the catheter bag and evacuated her bowels. The food produced mighty turds. Gradually the butt plugs became larger. The vacuum on the nipple clips was slowly increased. She remembered to switch on the vibrating pad that would stop bedsores. She started exercising the girl. Then one morning she activated the tiny electronic valve that controlled her bladder. From now on Destiny would exercise her vaginal muscles or it would burst. Amber was happy when Destiny first saw her changed body. Like her she was astonished at her nipples and Amber smiled as she watched them harden rapidly. Amber remained responsible for her sister's training although she was absent for a couple of days when she gave birth. She loved the twin black girls she had carried but she loved her Master more, especially when he sucked at her breast. She watched as Destiny first licked him, noting that Destiny made exactly the same mistake of being too eager. Amber slashed the whip down onto her baby sister's unprotected buttocks. Destiny would be a perfect slave. When the time came to whip her firm young breasts Amber was merciless.
A few weeks later she was in Master's bed with Anne and Destiny was at the foot. She felt sorry for her sister when Master removed his hard thick shaft from her mouth but delighted when it slid into her own willing tight vagina. Since the birth she had exercised continually and was now back using the smallest dildo. Then she watched as Destiny knelt waiting in the harem. Amber remembered how she had known there were other people in the room. She looked round at the happy laughing slaves. All were beautiful. All were young. And all loved Master. Then she was entranced as Destiny fellated Master. The child was obviously concentrating so hard. And her delight when he jizzed down her throat was obvious.
Amber ran to tell Master when Destiny made her submission. She showed him the video. Destiny kneeling, arms outstretched, begging her unseen owner to take her. To use her as he wished. Amber ringed the girl in her sleep and then sat and watched as Emily tattooed her breast. Emily was getting more skilled all the time and enclosed "Slave Destiny" in a pretty cartouche of honeysuckle. Finally Amber prepared her sister for her final submission. She led her through the corridors and laid her on Master's bed. She tied the girl's ankles wide to the bedposts and raised her hips. Amber waited kneeling with her legs wide and eyes downcast for her Master. She was jealous of her sister. Then he came in. He patted Amber on the head before sitting beside Destiny. Amber dare not look but she listened to Destiny's moans. Then boiling with jealousy and frustration she heard the girl's scream as her oh so tight cunt was stretched wide.
It was Amber, discovered later, Destiny's first fuck. She was so smug that Master had taken her three virginities. "But" thought Amber as they shared his bed "She can't give him a tit to suck." Destiny was already begging Master to have her naked mons branded with his mark like the rest.
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August 15, 2006
Our New Site
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August 13, 2006
Anal Scream
Ginger wiggled in her sleep and changed side. She was having a rather restless sleep owing to a very lively dream which seemed to have been stirring her senses in a very disturbing way. The only thing that covered her nakedness was a white lacy underwear which left nothing hidden and most of it was tucked inside her moist slit. Her long red hair covered her face and mouth, her joined palms were between her thighs and she was breathing heavily through her half opened mouth. She was curled up on her right side and her milky breasts were squeezed between her arms and the pillow. Her marvelous swollen nipples protruded like ripe berries and many bloated mauve veins had made their appearance around and on top of her pinkish aureoles.
She was dreaming of herself being in the middle of a large white tent dressed as an oriental belly dancer. Her long red hair was adorned with many thick bejeweled chains which were attached to a golden tiara studded with a large sapphire in the middle; four rows of a pearl necklace embraced her swan neck and the earlobes were pierced by long diamond earrings. Bracelets and rings of every type covered both forearms and all fingers respectively.
From waist up to neck she was naked, having only her nipples cupped by metallic edges which ended in large horse-hair tufts, while a crystal clear red ruby was fitted in her navel. She wore transparent, crotch-less, gauzy harem pants gathered at her knees which left her shaved pussy and asshole totally exposed. Around her ankles she had silver chains embellished with sweet-sounding little bells and she was barefoot.
There were four men of mixed origin dressed in Arab robes, sitting comfortably on huge red puffy pillows decorated with fringes and tassels. The men had their faces covered with the ends of their turbans and she could only make out their hungry piercing eyes which savagely scrutinized every curve of her 25 year old body. She couldn't help noticing that they were completely naked from their waists down to their feet, exposing their long circumcised dicks which hung lazily between their legs like languorous snakes.
Sounds of middle eastern music began to fill the room and Ginger, without second thought, started to move her body following the divine rhythm as if she were in trance. She was swaying her hips slowly, extending and waving her hands up and down, twisting her wrists left and right, in a very artful manner. Although she wasn't fat-5'5'' tall and 119 pounds- she couldn't stop sucking her stomach in, all the time, making her breasts rise and perk right up.
She completed a few spins around herself and then, she turned her back to them and began shaking her naked ass left and right while her hands were lifting and playing with her fiery hair. As the tempo of the music grew quicker, she went on flexing and loosening the muscles of her ass cheeks, bobbing her curvy hips according to the rhythm, causing them to tremble so much as if they were being electrocuted. After playing with her muscles for some time, she cupped both ass cheeks with her palms and began to rotate the pelvis, without moving the legs, making sure to extend her ass as much as she could.
It didn't take her too long to get on all fours. She spread her knees apart and went on moving her body, back and forth, as if she was making love from behind. Then, she put the right side of her face on the floor and raised her butt up in the air, exposing her glistening holes to full view. Her hands were working overtime, running up and down on each ass cheek, rubbing and parting wide open each hole, kneading and pinching the aroused flesh of her warm orbs.
A few minutes later, she lay on her stomach, spread her thighs and bent her knees. By grabbing the ankles with her hands and arching the back, she started moving the pelvis up and down, letting out passionate whimpering moans, pretending that someone was nailing brutally her butt down to the floor. Having amply demonstrated her flawless technique and intentions, she got up, turned around and faced them once more.
She straddled her legs and then, by rocking her hips and bending her elbows, she threw her head back and started revolving each forearm around the other, leaning backwards at the same time very slowly. Her glistening pink cunt opened impatiently, as if it were a cabbage-rose which couldn't resist relishing the early morning dew as soon as possible, and by the time her hair touched the floor she reverted her movement, bringing her body back to its initial position.
She formed a triangle with her hands over the head and began to swing her tits in such way that the horse-hair tufts started to rotate, drawing large circles in the air like big airplane propellers. A big smile of self-assurance carved on her face when she noticed what tremendous impact her performance had on them.
Long slender fingers were stroking now turgid cocks of different lengths and girths, while all the balls were being filled with musky sticky semen to the limit.
There was one organ which really stood out not only because of its length but also for its shape as well. It was 10 inches long, 3-4 inches wide and extremely inclined to the left like a boomerang. The swollen head was dark red and very broad reminiscent of a mushroom's top and the main body was streaked with huge veins which threatened to explode in any minute.
Such was the beauty and might of that 'Colossus' that it had completely blocked her entire view! Taking her eyes off it was something out of the question because the 'one-eyed' monster had overwhelmed her senses with extreme ease, like a royal cobra its prey, by way of sheer mesmerism. She knew she had to taste and feel it deep inside her. No matter how painful it could be, she just wanted it in every hole. She silently swore in her mind to be its eternal slave.
Immediately she got on all fours and crawled her way towards to it, licking her lips and swinging her tits. She placed herself between the stranger's thighs and ran her red hot tongue from his right knee all way up to the pubic hair. The stranger removed his hands and locked the palms behind the back of his head, leaving her the 'field of operations' completely free.
Filled with immense awe, she embraced the shaft of his monstrous cock with the delicate fingers of her right hand and began jerking it off slowly, making sure not to cover the head with the skin each time she guided her hand upwards. She lowered her head and went on licking greedily the heavy balls, looking straight at his eyes at the same time. At some point she felt hands exploring and kneading her ass cheeks but she was so consumed in 'paying tribute' to the object of her passion that she couldn't care less.
The stranger's testicles were big and tight like boiled eggs and it was difficult for her to put one in her mouth and suck it as deep as she could. Nevertheless she stretched her mouth wide open and managed to accommodate only the half of his right testicle inside, and having achieved her goal, she began sucking it with great pleasure, filling her throat and lungs with precious masculine scent of testosterone.
While she was busy sucking that delicious hairy orb someone had completely parted her ass cheeks and a very agile snake-like tongue was licking and tickling her tiny asshole, forcing her to sway her ass left and right in delight. As if that wasn't enough, there were hands playing with her tits and fingers rubbing feverishly on her freshly oiled pussy-lips, making her juices start to build and run like streams along her shapely thighs at a rapid rate.
Her right hand was squeezing and jerking hard his wide shaft and she couldn't stop playing with his balls, licking and kissing, putting in the mouth and sucking, one after another, countless times. His balls were dripping saliva as she was constantly bathing them with her tongue like a conscientious mother-cat her kitten.
She decided to tease him a bit and playfully put the bridge of her nose under the membrane of his testicles. Looking straight at his eyes with her soliciting green eyes, she raised her face splitting his ball sac in two and went on rubbing her nose tenderly along the membrane for some time. Then, having her chin stuck on his balls, with extreme piety, she took his throbbing cock and placed it along her face, covering that way, her mouth, nose, forehead and part of the right eye, longing to indisputably display her unconditional submission to his will.
Someone spat in her opened asshole and two united fingers penetrated her anal rim violently. She sighed and her scarlet lips immediately imprisoned the cock's swollen head. The fingers went deeper into her rectum, exploring and broadening the virgin path with difficulty. She groaned in her throat but she kept sucking the purple head greedily, not wishing to let it off her mouth even for a second. During that time, someone else was rubbing his cock furiously on her right sole, sliding it all the way from heel down to toes and then back again, letting out short ecstatic moans of unimaginable pleasure.
She giggled because it was tickling her and started jerking off the shaft again, lapping and nibbling teasingly at the bulbous head while the two fingers kept ramming her helpless back door with amazing speed. It seemed that her anus had relaxed somehow because the stranger was working them in and out, like pistons, inexorably burying them up to the base, without meeting any serious resistance.
Opening her mouth as much as she could, she engulfed a few inches of the monstrous cock and began bobbing her head up and down, panting like a bitch in heat, cramming her mouth with the hard flesh to the point of suffocation. At that point, someone straddled her ass and inserted the head of his cock into her abused asshole. She tried to turn her face to see what was going on but the other man locked her head, with both hands, and forced her to continue her bobbing movement on his dick.
The second man had stabilized himself by grabbing her hips and was shoving deep his slim, but long, dick into her ass, without paying any attention, forcing her to bang her face on the first man's stomach with every thrust. It was as if someone was brutally ramming her tiny ass with a candescent iron, ripping apart every obstacle in its path, setting ablaze her stretched ass walls, trying to reach the depths of her soul with a single stroke.
His spiky balls were constantly hitting her soft ass cheeks like medieval twin flails and his nails were firmly hooked on the tender flesh of her hips. She continued bobbing her head and sucking the throbbing flesh obediently, looking pleadingly at the stranger's black eyes, with tears running from the corners of her eyes; but when the second man managed to vanish all eight inches of his slim dick inside her anus, she removed the dick from her mouth and yelped her heart out.
The first stranger, deeply discontented by her action, grabbed his dick and began slapping her on the face with it. With eyes closed, she opened her mouth and stuck out her red tongue, accepting the rain of hits on her tongue, cheeks, nose and eyes with great endurance, while the second man kept inserting and withdrawing his burning dick, all the way inside her butt, with powerful single strokes.
Suddenly, the third stranger, who was rubbing furiously his dick on her sole, climaxed with a deep groan, flooding her pedicured toes with a sudden cascade of his thick cream; and that was exactly what made the second man withdraw his slim dick, from the depths of her asshole, and spray her trembling ass with his jizz, leaving big stains of steamy white semen all over, as a token of sincere gratitude.
Breathing a sigh of relief, thinking that her troubles were over, she took a horsehair tuft and started to caress the first man's dick by brushing the testicles, underside and head, pretending to be cleaning up the 'dirt' like an old-fashioned caring housewife. Soon, the tickling became unbearable and the stranger took her swinging tits in his hands and put his cock in between, in order to soothe his throbbing itchy flesh.
She cupped her tits from the sides, pressed them together, encircling and squeezing his hard-as-rock shaft between her veined soft flesh, and began sliding them up and down, trapping the swollen purple head between her chin and throat. It was exactly then when the fourth man decided to claim his share and wasted no time in doing so. He rode her marvelous buttocks and plunged his fat dick deep inside her sore anus, stretching her ass-walls to the limit.
Apparently, the brutally concerted attacks on her rim hole, perfectly executed and well timed, served a twofold purpose: to obliterate any remaining 'obstacles' in her canal and prepare the way for 'Mr. Big' himself! Oh yes! She was well aware of it by now... That's why she kept pushing promptly her pelvis back , meeting the stranger's thrusts halfway, filling her butt with his thick rod, broadening her 'horizons' as much as possible... She was doing all for HIM!
While she was breast-fucking the huge pole, she concluded that she needed more lubricant on it, so she started spitting on the head, using her smooth titty-skin to apply the saliva all over it. After a few powerful thrusts inside her warm nest and lots of resounding slapping on her trembling ass, the fourth man drew out his confined cock, with a loud pop, and emptied his loins, aiming straight at the center of her gaping hole, soaking her asshole with cum.
With hot semen still oozing from her puckered asshole, she stood up, turned her back and straddled the first man's legs. She stabilized his dick with her shaking right hand and lowered the body, bringing her back door into contact with the slippery blunt head.
She tried to fit it inside but it appeared that its girth hopelessly exceeded the proportions of her hole by far. Without losing her heart, she kept pressing her pelvis against the head, clenching the teeth and parting wide, as much as possible, her ass cheeks with both hands, in a desperate effort to create some more room.
Although she was struggling hard to pass the head through her hole by pushing back and grinding her hips left and right, trying to find the proper angle, it remained wedged there and wouldn't move at all- obviously, the defender of her virtue (the sphincter itself!) was too reluctant to give up without getting involved in a honorable fight first.
Her face was glistening with perspiration while she was testing different stances by bending her body in all possible directions, swiveling the pelvis and balancing on one foot and lifting the other, but to no avail. She even tried to sit boldly on it but the only thing she managed was to add more pain to her inflamed opening.
So, the only one who could make it happen was him. He abruptly lifted her legs in the air, throwing her off balance, and pulled her backwards. Her body, without support, obeying to gravity force, collapsed like a house of cards and sank down heavily. His cock entered her with a slam.
Her eyes rolled upside down and a scream of agony, which literally emptied her lungs, filled the tent, as 4 inches of steel flesh violently overfilled her narrow path in no time. If she had to cope only with the length and width of that monster, things would be much easier but there was an annoying factor which she hadn't considered at all. Due its anatomy, not being straight but inclined, the main body entered her rectum at an odd angle, stretching her delicate membrane twice as much as she would normally expect- as if it tried to make a detour by forcing its way through the side walls.
The man pulled her on his chest, joined her raised legs, supporting them by putting his right forearm underneath the bent knees, and then went on moving his pelvis fast up and down, feeding her overstuffed butt with more of his flesh. She couldn't stop squealing like a pig in a slaughterhouse, as the pain in her guts was so immense and absolute that felt as if someone was pouring melting iron inside her bowels, skinning them, at the same time, with burning pliers.
Sometimes he would stop his movement, giving her time to catch her breath and wipe away the tears with the back of her hands, but then he would redouble his efforts, without showing the slightest sign of mercy, sending her existence once more to the plane of sweet pain. Not that she would complain. Not at all! The initial pain had subsided somehow and a nice warming feel had started to overwhelm her senses, stimulating nerve centers that she was totally unaware of.
She was lying, whining and moaning, on his chest, with eyes closed, body sliding back and forth, wobbling tits following the rhythm and joined ankles swinging left and right in the air, in complete abandon for so much time that seemed like an eternity. As for his part, he was wedging his glorious pole into the depths of her battered anus, keeping her legs in the air and groaning like wounded ox inside her right ear hole, with such ferocity and exorbitant speed as if there was no tomorrow. The way in which he was consuming such enormous quantities of energy in so little time, like an atomic jet machine, was simply outstanding but it was obvious he wouldn't last for long; so, she felt it was time to give him a respite and take over the initiative.
With half of his cock still buried in her anus, she supported her upper body by putting the hands on either side of the man's torso, stabilized the heels on his knees and arched her back, forming a bridge over his body. She began rocking her pelvis very fast up and down, with face turned back at him and mouth wide open, impaling vigorously herself on his thick mast. Sometimes she would stop abruptly her movement and sit on his dick, using a seesaw motion, in order to cram her butt with at least 7 inches, or more, of his throbbing flesh and then rotate her pelvis lewdly like a Babylonian courtesan, roughly milking and strangling it with her powerful ass muscles.
The man started to breath with difficulty, puffing and gasping like an old cargo train in a steep climb, and it was evident he was closing to his goal, when, suddenly, he got up and sent Ginger sprawling on the ground. For a moment she looked back at him in great disbelief but then she lay obediently on her back, showing him her naked womanhood like a submissive primitive female.
He squatted before her and brought her knees to her chest, gazing intently at her stretched anal hole which was throbbing like a sea anemone- a motion caused by the surrounding muscles which were desperately trying to close the seemingly endless gap. While he was deeply engrossed in watching the hypnotic motion of her inflamed rim, she grabbed his slippery dick with both hands and drove it impatiently back into her forbidden path.
The man, finding his lost composure, grasped her ankles and began stabbing her ass with long powerful thrusts, shoving his bulky shaft up to the base and slamming his huge balls on her tender buttocks with vengeance. She was laying there, in the dirt, completely helpless, like a cheap whore, biting her lips... her face convulsed with pain... most of her body in the air...legs spread wide open... knees nearly touching her ears... tits upside down... nails scratching the very flesh of her buttocks...
***beep beep beep***
Ginger swore lightly, slapped the alarm clock off and wondered why her sweet ass was sore...
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Submission Chapter 10
Chapter 10
“Tami…Tami! Are you with us?” “Huh? Professor Harrison? I’m with you.” “Good, if we can continue” he said.
Tami looked around and realized that she must have dozed off in class. ‘What a strange dream,’ she thought as she tried to focus on what it was that she missed while asleep.
“Now then, what is Morton saying when he describes the basic needs of a woman?” asked the Prof. “Mr. Felder.”
Tami turned her attention to the cute philosophy major as he lowered his hand. “He’s saying that the reason that women have been portrayed throughout history as sluts and whores is because deep down they are. That they have a primal need of sex. Men also want sex, but once they have it, they can move on to other things, while women just need more.”
“What?! That’s crazy!” exploded Tami. “I take it that you don’t agree?” the professor asked Tami. “No, I don’t agree! Women aren’t all sex fiends!” said Tami, looking around the room for support. For the first time, she noticed that she was the only female surrounded by nine other men.
“Well let’s leave other women alone for now and focus on the one woman who is with us. Tami, why do you feel that you don’t have a primal need for sex?” asked the Prof.
“Because, if I did, then that would have to be all that I think about.” said Tami. “Isn’t it? Do you not, everyday, undress each of us mentally and fantasize about us? I propose we conduct an experiment. Each of us will undress, including myself, and, without touching her, try to induce arousal. If she can withstand fifteen minutes and not admit that she has a primal need for sex, then she will have earned an “A” for the rest of the semester.” said the professor.
“Okay, bring it on!” challenged Tami.
“Now what?” asked Tami.
“Now, Tami, you sit here in the middle of the room and close your eyes. The rest of us will stand around you and try to get you aroused without touching you.” said the professor.
Tami closed her eyes and she noticed that the lights had dimmed somewhat. The smell of maleness permeated throughout the room.
“Do you like men, Tami?”
“Yes”
“Do you like a man’s cock hard or soft?
“Hard, of course”
“Do you like to suck hard cocks?”
“Sure, but…”
“How about fuck them? Do you like that? Are you a hot little slut, Tami?”
“Yes, I mean, no I’m not a slut, but, yes, I do like to fuck, who doesn’t?”
“So, you’re not a Slut?”
“No.”
“But you like to suck and fuck hard cocks?”
“Yes.
“In your mouth?”
“Yeah.”
“In your hot cunt?”
“Yeah.”
“How ‘bout your tight ass?”
“Once in a while.”
“Do you imagine what it would be like to have all three filled at once?”
“Sometimes.”
“So, multiple partners at once, enjoy fornication and you say you’re not a Slut?”
“No, I...”
“Let me ask you this, Slut, do you like a man to cum on your face? Do you like how it tastes?”
“Yes, I like it and it tastes fine, but that doesn’t mean I’m…”
“So you’re not just a Slut, but a Cum-slut as well! How often do you get a taste? Once a month? Week? Day? Hour?”
“Every couple days maybe, but…”
“Did you have some today?
“No, but...”
“Yesterday?”
“No, but…”
“Then you must be dying for a fix right about now, huh, Cum-slut?”
“Yes. I mean, No! No, of course not!”
“You know, every guy here would be happy to give you some of what you crave, if you’d just ask nicely. I’m sure that the amount of juice combined would keep you satisfied for a little while, at least. Tommy, tell Tami your size. Did you hear that? Thirteen and a half? Wow, think about it, Tami, it could be yours for just a few words.”
“Th..Thirteen? Oh, God!”
“That’s right, thirteen and it can all be yours, along with every other cock here, just tell us what you really are! You’re not a man-hating, goody-two shoes, stuck-up Woman, are you?
“N-No…”
“No, you’re not. What are you, Tami?”
“I’m-I’m a…”
“Yes, go on, say it! Say it and know that it is your True Nature, Tami! Open your eyes and proclaim it to the world and to yourself!”
Tami opened her eyes and there, before her, were nine beautiful, erect male organs, ready to please her every sexual desire. Tami finally understood her True Nature.
“I am a Slut! I am a naughty, degenerate, cum-addicted, wanton Whore! My lust knows no bounds! I am alive only to fuck!”
“Do you believe Le Masterson now, Tami?” asked the Prof.
“Yes! Yes! I do, Professor!” screamed Tami.
“I don’t know, maybe your just saying that to get a good grade…tell you what, you prove Le Masterson’s theory by demonstrating it you’ll still get that “A”, okay?” said the professor. “Close your eyes again, Tami.”
“Yes! Whatever you say!” moaned Tami, enthralled by lust.
“Very well, repeat after me: A Sister serves with her body to please others, not herself.
A Sister derives pleasure from the knowledge that she is helping others and thus will never turn away from those in need, as nourishment is rewarded for such service.
A Sister only desires to follow the Path of Lust so that she may attain the following states of being: A Servant Sister – in servitude, a sister may know her nature and herself;
A Slut Sister – Recognition of one’s desire and the strength to follow it, wherever it may lead.
A Whore Superior – The final ascension, one who has incorporated into her being the Three Values: Seduction, Restraint and Piety.”
Tami repeated each line hurriedly, as her own desire welled up inside of her.
“Do you, Tami, pledge yourself to the Brotherhood of the Everlasting Penis as a Sister, knowing full well that any previous life you may have led will henceforth cease?”
“Yes! Yes! God, I’m so horny!” said Tami
“Very Well! Let the Holy Tome reflect that on this date, Sister Tami was ordained into our order and received her First Communion of Nourishment. Open your eyes, child!”
Tami opened her eyes and saw the largest, hardest cock she had ever seen! She looked up and saw that it belonged to the Man from her dream, who was dressed in a green robe! All around her were men in black robes, each one stroking their own erection.
Tami barely had time for this visual assault to sink in, when a torrent of hot, creamy, salty-sweet sperm sprayed all over her! Due to the surprise, Tami’s mouth was open, allowing two liquid jets to land on her tongue. The taste was unlike anything she had had before and reminded her of candy for some reason. All that she knew was that she wanted more! Tami clamped down on the ejaculating penis with her hands and brought it to her waiting, thirsting mouth. Eagerly she sucked down as much of the sticky fluid as she could while still being able to breathe.
“Take her, My Brothers, Show her the True Meaning of the Path that she has chosen!”
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August 6, 2006
Submission Chapters 8/9
Chapter 8
Blinded by the tears that were streaming down her face, Tami ran blindly back down the corridor, all attempts at stealth forgotten. She nearly fell down the stairs more than once as she raced back to the main hall.
She was so distraught, she crashed full into someone! “Tami! There you are! I thought I lost you!” Tami looked up and saw that she had run into the Man in Green. “My dear, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” asked the Man soothingly.
“That fucking jerk I married! I just saw him fucking that Bevy girl!” sobbed Tami.
“Oh, my! That is terrible! I’m so sorry that you had to witness something so distressing! And I thought that he was such an upstanding fellow…”said the Man in Green “Come, come, my dear, dry those tears and sit here.” He sat down with her on an empty bench and produced from thin air a silk handkerchief, which he gave to her. Tami took it and wiped her eyes. “That slut! I can’t believe that she’d go after my husband like that!” exclaimed Tami. “Oh, you mustn’t blame Bevy in this ordeal. No, no, more likely it was your husband who is at fault. You see, Bevy, while eager, wouldn’t be the one to initiate such a thing, no, more likely, your husband approached her and poor Bevy not knowing who he was, accepted.” said the Man.
“I just want to get back at him somehow…”said Tami quietly. “I know, I know…You want to make him feel as hurt and betrayed you do,” said the Man, “To show him how wrong he was to every having wanted to stray in the first place, to…” “To be the biggest Slut I can be!” finished Tami, “I don’t want to just cheat on him to get him back, I want to fuck every guy here! I want to show him just what a Good little Whore I can be!”
“Would you care for some wine?” Tami looked up and saw the woman that she had seen upstairs, dressed in a brown robe and holding a silver tray of gold wine goblets. “Thank you, Julie, yes, we would” said the Man in Green, taking two goblets. Tami saw a small, white jelly-like glob at the corner of the woman’s mouth and said “You missed some” pointing to the spot on her own face, “Aren’t those bonbons great?” “Huh? Bon-bons?” Puzzlement filled the woman’s face. “Oh! You mean…I did? Thanks!” With her free hand, the woman named Julie wiped the corner of her mouth and with a white-streaked tongue, licked it slowly, sucking her finger into her mouth and savoring the taste as a moan followed. “Oh, God! That’s sooo good!” said that woman. “Julie, why don’t you go help Brother Nathan, I’m sure that if you serve him well, that you will be rewarded.” Julie’s eye’s snapped open, returning her to the present. “Yes, Master”, she replied and turned and disappeared.
Handing Tami the wine goblet, the Man said, “Here, take this, it will help calm you.” Tami took a deep sip and found the taste like that of honeyed clover. Instantly, warmth spread through her body and a sleepiness invaded her consciousness. The last words she heard were: “Now then, let’s see what we can do about making you into that Slut, shall we?” before succumbing to the oblivion.
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