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Catching some motion in the corner of her eye, Cheryl looked over

to see Susanna stand up and take off her skirt and panties. When

she was seated on the couch again, she leaned over and took

Mark’s penis into her mouth. Ted took the opportunity to stand up

and take off his own clothes before kneeling on the floor and

moving between Susanna’s thighs, eagerly applying himself to

licking her exposed pussy.

Turning back to the TV, Cheryl saw that the third scene had

started - always her favorite - and felt herself beginning to

respond, knowing what was going to happen. Without hesitation,

she cupped one of her breasts in her hand and began squeezing it

as her moved between her legs again. Feeling her drenched pussy,

Cheryl realized that if she didn’t do something, she was sure to

stain her skirt; without a second thought, she stood up and slid

it down her hips, and on down her legs until it was pooled around

her feet - leaving her standing there in stockings (no need for a

belt) and nothing else. She knelt and picked up her skirt, then

collected her blouse, and set both of them where they would be

out of the way. Sitting down again, she quickly picked up where

she’d left off: one hand on her breast, the other stroking the

outside of her drenched pussy.

As she watched the scene on the TV, Cheryl continued to play with

herself: squeezing her breasts, pinching and pulling on her

nipples; her fingers softly rubbing little circles over her

clitoris; dipping one finger, then two, into the hot, wet cavern

of her vagina; letting her fingers slide along her cleft, feeling

her vaginal lips - wet with her oils - slip between them.

When she heard a noise, she spared a glance over to where Ted,

Susanna, and Mark were - and saw that Ted and Mark had sandwiched

Susanna - Ted was in her ass - while she was sucking on Charlie.

Bill was standing nearby, watching all that was happening until

it was his turn.

Looking back at the TV, Cheryl saw that she’d missed the climax

of the scene that she enjoyed so much. Disappointed, and feeling

a deep emptiness in her pussy, she looked over at Bill again. He

looked back at her, down to where the others were, then at her

again before coming over to stand in front of her. Kneeling down

between her legs, he positioned the head of his penis against the

opening of her pussy before saying “You look like you need

this…”

Cheryl didn’t particularly want to fuck anyone else besides her

husband - but dammit, she was so damn hot!

Giving him a slight nod, Cheryl felt it as Bill slowly thrust

into her - slipping between her slick vaginal lips, then popping

through her opening, and finally, filling her with his manhood in

a single steady thrust of his hips. Dear god, it felt wonderful!

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James went on to tell her “Just so you know, the rest of us have

been out on these little ‘jaunts’ before, and know each other

very well, so you don’t have to be worried or surprised by

anything. Just feel free to do whatever crosses your mind, and

I’m sure everything will be fine.”

Cheryl found herself a little mystified by what he’d just said,

but nodded her understanding and agreement. About that time, the

large screen TV lit up, letting them know that whatever movie

they were going to see was about to start.

They all waited patiently as the video ran through the promos for

some other films, and then it was time for the main feature.

Cheryl was surprised to see that it was one that she and her

husband Chris owned - something that she particularly liked.

Several minutes into the movie, Cheryl could feel herself getting

wetter and wetter, and really wanted to start playing with

herself. She looked over and saw that everyone else was

apparently enjoying the movie as much as she was - all of the men

were gently massaging their penises, and Susanna had pulled her

dress up and was slowly rubbing her pussy through her panties.

Cheryl couldn’t quite manage to let herself go, though, and

turned back to the movie - sparing the occasional glance over to

where the others were continuing to stimulate themselves.

By the time the movie was halfway through the second scene,

Cheryl was afraid that she was going to stain her skirt, she was

feeling so aroused. The others had long since given themselves

over to enjoying things: Susanna had removed her blouse and bra

so that Ted and Mark could play with her breasts as she slowly

stroked their erect penises. John and Bill both had their pants

open, with their semi-erect penises in their hands. Only James

remained fully clothed - but with the bulge of an obviously

sizeable erection tenting his pants.

Even as she was looking at him, James turned to look at her - and

with a smile on his face, calmly unfastened his pants and slid

them, and his underwear, down to his ankles. Protruding from the

dark mass of curls at his groin was his erection: fully 10 inches

long and easily as big around as her wrist. Circumcised, the head

of it was large and purple, the opening at the end glistening

with a drop of pre-cum. Taking himself in hand, James winked at

her and began to slowly stroke his massive erection.

That was all Cheryl could stand. With a moan, she quickly rid

herself of her blouse, freeing her 36DD breasts, and then pulled

her skirt up, exposing her pussy to the others.

Even as one hand was starting to pinch and pull on her nipples,

Cheryl’s other hand had moved between her spread legs so her

finger could dip between her vaginal lips. When her finger was

well coated with her light woman’s oils - took only a moment, she

was so wet - Cheryl’s eyes locked with James’ as she began softly

rubbing her large, sensitive clitoris.

Cheryl continued to gently massage her erect clitoris, dipping

her finger into her pussy every so often to keep it wet, as she

and James looked into each other’s eyes. Feeling herself getting

closer and closer, Cheryl heard herself begin moaning and gasping

as her arousal and pleasure steadily increased from her eager

efforts. It was only a couple of minutes before she felt herself

on the edge; slowing down, she deliberately softened the circling

motions she was applying to her clit, knowing that when she DID

come, it would be even longer and more powerful.

Finally, she was there: with a deep groan - it was all she could

do not to scream - Cheryl felt herself slip over into the abyss

of climax. Wave after wave of intense pleasure coursed through

her body as she gasped for air, her mind overwhelmed by the power

of her release.

When she was finally able to open her eyes again, she saw that

the others were looking at her, in apparent awe at the depth and

power of the orgasm she’d just had. She blushed faintly, and

heard Bill quietly say “In-fucking-credible”.

She looked over at James, and saw that he was still slowly

stroking his erect penis - though he did smile and nod at her in

appreciation of the ’show’ she’d just given them.

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As Cheryl was looking over the covers of the magazines in the

bookstore section of the Pussycat Theater, she could feel the

eyes of the other patrons - men, mostly - on her body. Dressed in

a sheer black blouse and tight skirt, she knew that they could

see her large braless breasts, and particularly her large

areolas. Her dime-diameter nipples were hard and erect from the

way the material seemed to caress them as she moved, denting the

almost transparent fabric. Leaning over to look at one magazine,

she could feel the thin material of her skirt pulling tight

across her ass - plainly revealing that she didn’t have panties

on, either.

She saw one man reach into his pocket of his slacks, and from the

way his hand moved, she knew that he was having to adjust a

growing erection. The thought of the effect she was having on him

made her even more aroused, and she could feel herself opening in

response.

She continued looking over the magazine titles, moving down the

aisle. When she got close to where the man she’d seen adjust

himself, she heard him say “I hope you won’t mind me saying this,

but you’re incredibly sexy!”, with a trace of a British accent.

She couldn’t help smiling at him, and answered “No, of course not

- and thank you.”

Looking him over, she could see that he was dressed for an office

- shirt, tie, slacks, wingtip shoes, neatly shaven, and a cologne

that she somehow found very pleasant. Standing about six feet

tall, he was also trim and fit. All in all, she found him to be

rather sexy, too - and told him so: “You’re pretty good looking,

yourself”, with a grin.

He smiled back at her and asked “Looking for anything in

particular?”, gesturing toward the magazines.

She shook her head, and explained “My husband has to work late

tonight - some major project or other. He won’t be home until

late, he said, so I’m just killing some time.”

The man nodded his head in sympathy, and replied “I can certainly

understand - I’ve been on both ends of that problem. Me, I’m here

with some other folks from our company” - he gestured toward a

number of other men, and a woman - “and we’re just trying to keep

from having to go back to our hotel. We’re from out of town, here

for some silly-ass meeting that could have been handled with a

conference call. But the powers-that-be said no, it had to be in

person - so here we are!”

“Have you had any chance to look around town? We do have

attractions that are a little more interesting than this place!”

Cheryl asked, with a small laugh.

“But none as lovely, I think” the man replied, pleasing her,

before extending his hand and saying “My name is James, by the

way.”

Cheryl took his hand, and felt a warm tingle at his touch before

answering “Cheryl”.

She was extremely surprised - and just as flattered - when he

lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it before saying “It’s a

pleasure, Cheryl.”

When he released her hand, Cheryl could swear that she continued

to feel his touch on it for several seconds - something that made

her pussy even wetter.

Smiling at her again, James told her “It’s a shame that all of us

find ourselves with nothing to do tonight. Perhaps we could get

together and find some way to pass the time?”

Cheryl found herself tempted - but the idea of going out

someplace with a bunch of people she really didn’t know didn’t

set well with her, either. Regretfully, she answered “It’s

tempting, but I think I’d better not.”

To her surprise, James quickly told her “Oh, no, I didn’t mean to

suggest anything… serious. I just noticed that this place has

private viewing rooms, and thought that it would be ‘interesting’

for all of us to share one. A little ‘mutual assistance’, if you

know what I mean.”

She thought that one over for a few moments, and answered “That I

think I could do…” - and getting a smile from James in return.

He told her “Let me tell the others, and make the arrangements,

then, okay?”

Cheryl nodded, and a couple of minutes later, found herself

accompanying James, five other men, and a woman to one of the

larger ‘private screening rooms’ the Pussycat had.

When the door closed, James turned to her and said “If you’ll

excuse me, I also made a couple of selections for all of us.”

Cheryl nodded, and let James guide her over to one of the few

chairs in the room - apparently so she would have the reassurance

of sitting by herself. The others arranged themselves in a couple

more chairs and on the large couch the room contained, the woman

sitting between a couple of the men. She was surprised to see a

small stack of what looked like hand towels on a shelf underneath

the TV; James saw her looking at them and explained “They asked

if I’d like them, and it seemed like a good idea. That’s why they

asked for an extra couple of minutes before we came in here.”.

Cheryl nodded, remembering that she and Chris had received the

same offer the first time they’d come to the Pussycat.

James turned the lights off - there were still a couple of dim

ceiling lights to provide some illumination - and went over to

the remaining chair where he stood while introducing everyone:

“Everyone, this is Cheryl. Cheryl, this is John, Bill, Charlie,

Ted, Susanna, and Mark.” As he said each of their names, they

smiled and nodded to her.

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David ordered his slave to go empty quickly. Lisa was happy to do so,

she thought she would never finish gushing out the water from inside

her. When Lisa returned David again put the ass plug deep inside her

and secured it with the belt.

Eric looked at Foxy she was groaning in pain, “Go empty my slave and

come back to me.” He whispered softly to her undoing the belt around

her waist.

When done, Foxy returned to her master to be fitted with her blue ass

plug. “Now you may go talk to Lisa for a while, as David and I have a

few things to discuss.” He told her securing the ass-plug with a belt.

When David and Eric returned to the bedroom Eric picked up the huge

twelve-inch dildo with an enormous Mushroom head.

“Wow David, this is a beauty, have you ever wanted Lisa to fuck your

ass with this dildo?” Eric said laughing, holding the black dildo up

close to David’s face.

“Hmmm, I have thought about it, Maybe one day I might, but not yet!

You want it up your ass don’t you! Maybe we can arrange to have it

shoved up your ass tonight, or better still, lower your pants and I’ll

do the honors right now if you want, would you like that is that what

you have in mind hmmm?” David said grinning.

“Actually, the thought has entered my mind. I would really like to

have my ass stuffed with this huge dildo one day. I know Foxy will

love to do it to me. Hmmm actually I have a six-inch ass plug with a

mushroom head secured inside my ass already! Eric paused for a minute.

“How did you like Foxy’s tattoo on her left shoulder?” Eric said

red-faced quickly changing the subject.

“I must say it’s a beautiful work of art, very becoming indeed, I must

get Lisa to have one done as well one day. Where did Foxy have it

done?” David asked inquisitively.

“Just around the corner from my work place, let’s continue with our

game shall we, I wonder what our slaves are up to? Eric said.

David and Eric prepared a sexual adventure for Lisa and Foxy. With so

much thought David placed the seven-tail-whip and a paddle on the

dressing table, next to them he placed the huge twelve-inch black

mushroom headed dildo and the prepared toys. The red large mushroom

headed dildo for Lisa, the blue one for foxy, lubed well ready for

use,

“Do you use the whip and the paddle on Lisa?” Eric asked a little

uneasy.

“No Eric, I bought them to train my other slaves, I’m showing you what

I have!” David said looking into Eric’s eyes

“Come Eric, let’s go eat shall we.” David said walking to the kitchen

with Eric behind him.

Lisa and Foxy had set up a light supper and a serving of dessert for

each of them. “My slaves let’s eat, shall we.” David said smiling.

They all sat and ate, silently finishing off with the dessert, Lisa

and Foxy looked at each other shrugging their shoulders, wondering

what they’re masters had been up to for the last forty minutes.

Eric had a slight pain in his gut ” Let’s go play the final game,

shall we my slave, I mean slave!” David stood up and sung out in a

superior voice, when they had finished their dessert.

The room had been carefully prepared with soft lights and music ready

set up for the game.

“Come my slave, prop your ass in the air, so I can remove your

ass-plug and then your master will stuff your ass with your favorite

toy.” Eric said holding it up for her to see.

“Yes master.” Foxy quickly replied and done what her master told her.

Foxy lay herself on the cushions, opening her legs wide and sticking

her ass in the air holding her ass cheeks spread wide apart waiting

for her master to fuck her ass with the mushroom headed dildo.

Foxy began to moan when Eric began rubbing the dildo between her ass

cheeks, teasing her asshole as he rubbed it in circles over its tender

brown skin. Eric gently pushed the head of the dildo in Foxy’s ass. He

knows how much his slave enjoys having her ass fully stuffed with the

huge dildo. Foxy kept pushing and bucking uncontrollably as Eric

slipped it in a little further each time stretching it side to side,

and sliding it a little deeper till the whole dildo stuffed her ass

completely.

Eric kept thrusting into her ass driving it in and out in long slow

motions. Mmmmppphhhhh. Mmmmppphhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh till Foxy came

in a gush, Eric removed her dildo and quickly turning her over he

placed his mouth over her cunt lapping up all her juices.

“Come lets go shower my slave.” Eric said picking her up in his arms.

Yes Eric my Master.” Foxy said in a soft gentle voice.

David placed Lisa across his knees and began to rub her ass, slipping

his hand between her ass cheeks David removed her ass plug, coating

his finger with the jelly he began fingering her ass hole stretching

it side to side pushing the jelly deeper with each probe. Lisa kept on

moaning, and pushing back hard to her master’s fingers.

David gently began to probe her ass with the large mushroom head dildo

pressing it gently on her dark hole allowing it to enter slowly

sliding it in and out, deeper each time. Lisa began to relax; pushing

back hard as David kept sliding it in a little further each time

allowing full penetration, of the dildo.

David continued fucking her ass till he felt her ready to arrive

Mmmmppphhhhh. Mmmmppphhhhh. Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

quickly placing her on the bed leaving the dildo inside her ass David

began to suck up her sweet cum as it gushed in squirts for her master.

When David’s pleasure had been completed he kissed her mouth

passionately and said. “Let’s go get ready for our bath my slave.

Tomorrow will be another very long adventurous day.”

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“Go play with Lisa’s breasts let her feel a woman’s touch.” Eric

whispered to Foxy. Being bisexual; Foxy was more then happy to oblige.

Quickly climbing on the bed Foxy knelt between Lisa’s legs and began

sucking and squeezing Lisa’s breasts taking turns on each one Lisa

began to moan and sigh in excitable pleasure. Foxy too was pretty

aroused with each wet lick she gave Lisa, and began to moan and gently

sway her body while sucking Lisa’s nipples.

Foxy’s ass in the air was very appealing to her master, while playing

with Lisa’s breasts she felt her ass being lubed turning around she

looked at her master licking his lips. Foxy let out a soft sigh as she

began backing to Eric’s lubed finger sliding gently in and out of her

ass.

Foxy started to suck and lick Lisa’s nipples faster and faster while

pushing her ass back to meet her masters fingers sliding in as deep as

they could reach. She began bucking back and forth in rhythm to her

master’s finger.

Foxy began sliding her wet tongue down to Lisa’s stomach in long

stroking licks, when she reached her pussy she teased her clit and

began tonguing her cunt.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Mmmmppphhhhhhhhh. Mmmmppphhhhhhhhh Lisa began bucking

up her hips while moaning in pleasure as Foxy’s tongue began flicking

in her cunt, Lisa exploded in small gushes getting it all over Foxy’s

face.

David moved in and sat close to Lisa’s head sucking on his slave’s

nipples, kissing them and fondling them repeatedly.

Lisa was moaning in so much excitable pleasure as Foxy began finger

fucking her deeper and deeper.

“Oh god hmmmmmmmm, mmmmppphhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh.”

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh. aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh. Lisa’s wines

burst more then before. Foxy quickly began eating Lisa’s sweet cum,

while moaning and bucking back and forth as Eric kept finger fucking

her ass. When everything calmed, David undid Lisa’s wrists and ankles

and held her tight in his arms.

“By the looks of things seems like my little slave like my little

game?” David said removing her mask.

“Oh Master, it was heaven.” She told him excitedly.

“We have one more game my love slave before we go to have a snack.”

David said kissing her neck.

“We have a surprise for you Foxy, you’re going to get your ass fucked,

go position yourself.” Eric said as he handed Lisa the huge nine-inch

mushroom headed dildo, Foxy obeyed her master’s orders. Lisa looked at

David without saying a word.

“Your honor my slave, coat it thickly with the KY jelly, you are going

to do Foxy’s ass.” David said. Lisa stood there for a minute looking

at David she was startled and didn’t know what to say.

“Do it slave.” Dave ordered her with a smack on her ass.

David and Eric stood watching as Lisa greased the vibrator and began

rubbing it up and down between Foxy’s ass cheeks.

Lisa proceeded gently slipping the dildo in Foxy’s tight ass fucking

her deeper and deeper each time till stretching he ass.

Foxy was getting rather horny and was bucking back and forth meeting

the large dildo till it completely buried inside her little ass.

“Deeper, deeper, fuck me deeper!” Foxy called out greedily

Lisa continued to fuck Foxy’s ass with the giant dildo, sliding it in

and out faster and faster till Foxy cried out ” I’m gonna cum master,

I’m gonna cum!”

Eric quickly turned her over and began to eat out his slave’s cunt,

sucking and slurping his delightful dessert.

“Come my slave, let me reward you David said to Lisa securing the

three-way vibrator in place.

“Wow I love that contraption I must buy one for Foxy next time I’m

out. Eric said fitting Foxy with her jackrabbit vibrator.

“Were going to have a break, you may slip on your panties to hold that

into place.” David told Lisa.”

Lisa put on her panties, and kissed David’s hands.

Cradling her face in his hands David kissed his slave passionately.

All went for a break, Lisa and Foxy to the kitchen to prepare a light

snack, while David and Eric went to the bar to discuss the next

session.

“Lisa, I’ll come to the point I am a bisexual! I really loved eating

your pussy and making you cum, god you taste so sweet, I haven’t had a

taste of a pussy like yours for a very long time. I hope I’m not

scaring you away! I know you felt uneasy fucking my ass, you know

girls do it in a more thoughtful way then guys do, you know what I

mean?” Foxy blurted out.

Lisa was a bit surprised but the news didn’t really shock her at all.

“You done a pretty good job on me too, you made me cum so much.” Lisa

said shyly. David and Eric came up with ideas for the second session

they arranged two sex cushions on the floor one behind the other for

the girls to use.

David filled a large basin with boiled water and prepared two

half-pint enema-douche bulbs with the five-inch nozzle, and sat them

on the bathroom counter. Together with two six-inch ass plugs ready to

be used, the bright blue one for Foxy and the red one for Lisa.

“Come to the bathroom slaves we have a surprise for you!” David and

Eric called out. The slaves obeyed entering the bathroom, Lisa and

Foxy saw what was prepared for them without saying a word they

shrugged their shoulders and smiled at each other.

“Foxy my slave you kneel here on this cushion facing me and pop your

ass in the air, Lisa will give you your enema one after the other.”

Eric said removing her vibrator. “Yes master Foxy said doing as she

was told. Eric’s job was to fill the anal douche bulbs and grease the

long five-inch nozzles ready to be used on their slave.

“Lisa take your place behind Foxy and grease her ass well with the KY

jelly before we begin with the enemas.” David said.

Eric handed Lisa the first enema bulb with the greased nozzle. Lisa

gently rubbed the nozzle on Lisa’s ass hole gently easing it in all

the way squeezing the bulb empty.

Foxy was becoming quite aroused and began to moan in pleasure as the

hot water stimulated her sexually. Foxy was fingering her cunt while

pushing her ass hard to the nozzle as Lisa continued filling her ass

with the hot water.

Eric gave her another and another, five enemas in total. When done

Eric quickly gave the greased ass-plug to Lisa and told her to slip it

in Foxy’s ass, Foxy kept rocking herself back and forth while pushing

hard on her ass plug.

Eric prepared more hot soapy water for David to fill Lisa’s ass. “Your

turn Lisa, kneel on the cushion and prop your ass in the air, for me,

first let me remove your vibrator.” David said in a gentle soft voice.

When done David greased her ass with the KY jelly, probing and

stretching her ass-hole side to side Lisa was responding to her

masters probing and moaned softly as she pushed back to reach his

fingers deeper.

Ohhhhhhhhh, Hmmmmmmmmmm, Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Eric filled the enema

bulb and handed it to David. Picking it up David began rubbing the

greased nozzle on Lisa’s ass and gently slipped it deep inside her

ass, Lisa was moaning in pleasure and was gently bucking back and

forth as the water was filling her. David emptied the first bulb and

quickly Eric gave him the other and another till all the water was

used, Lisa had never had so many enemas in one go she was in so much

agony squirming in pain and pleasure, moaning and groaning.

David quickly removed the nozzle, and stuffed her ass with the red ass

plug. Gently sliding it in and out a few times till he firmly planted

it deep inside Lisa’s ass, holding it in place he lowered himself over

Lisa, and began stimulating her cunt, with his fingers, fucking her

deeper and faster each time.

Lisa began bucking back and forth moaning and whimpering losing

herself over and over.

Ohhhhhhh god, mmmmppphhhhh, master, ohhhhhhhhhhh, master,

mmmmppphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

David kissed his slave on her back and quickly lifted her and lay

underneath her cunt to catch her love wines, licking and sucking his

desserts out of her soul sending her in torturous amazing ecstasy.

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“Not long, my friend, actually just one day, but we have been in love

for months. I kept bringing all kinds of slave movies to watch at her

place. I guess I got her hooked to the idea of wanting to be my love

slave.” David said leading him to the bar room to have a drink and

talk things over.

In the meantime Lisa and Foxy were getting well acquainted, talking

about their partners and many other things.

“How did you guys get together?” Lisa asked anxiously.

“Hmmm it just happened I guess, I met Eric at a party, we started

talking and found we had the same interests, I love Eric so much I

told him I would do anything to please him, that’s when I moved in

with him, exactly three months to the day. I love being his sex slave

I love the feeling of belonging, and Eric feels the same way. Tell me

how do you feel about David?” Foxy said with a big smile on her face.

“I guess I feel the same as you, I needed a sense of belonging. I Love

David so much I told him I wanted to be his love slave, to be owned by

him completely. And like you, I said I would do anything to please

him!” Lisa said smiling shrugging her shoulders.

Foxy’s hand reached underneath Lisa’s skirt, wanting to feel between

her legs.

“Watch your hands!” Lisa said moving back looking at her in shocking

disgust.

“Sorry Hun, I didn’t mean to startle you, I just wanted to see if you

were also wearing a Jack-Rabbit vibrator like me! I’m so sorry Hun

please forgive me.” Foxy said apologetically.

“Hmmm. Ok, I just didn’t expect that, you startled me that’s all, how

would you like it if I done that to you hmmm?” Lisa said very much

disturbed, crossing her right leg over her left to opposite direction

where Foxy was sitting, and placed both hands on her lap.

“What’s it like living with Eric is he good to you? Lisa asked.

“Oh it’s marvelous honey, you wouldn’t believe it if I told you, we

make love in so many ways. He loves tying me up and does all kinds

things to me and loves playing with my ass. He calls our special game

Dr. Eric he’s my doctor and tells me I have been a bad girl and need

to be completely cleaned in and out.” Foxy said with a big grin. Foxy

put her hand on Lisa’s hands.

“Eric loves to give me enemas, you know Hun, I felt so humiliated the

first time but I like it now they make me so damn horny. He loves

filling my little ass with the hot soapy water, gives me ten little

enemas in the morning and ten again at night, thank god they just

little bulbs.” Foxy said quickly taking a deep breath, “And when done

he stuffs my ass with a big ass plug.

I tell you a little secret, many times we exchange roles I am his

nurse and I love doing all kinds of things to him. I love dressing

with my nurse’s uniform when I give Eric his enema. You know his

favorite way of making love is with a huge ass plug secured deep

inside his little ass.” Foxy whispered taking another deep breath,

getting her self very aroused squirming on her seat while talking

about her experiences.

Lisa changed the subject. “I love your short blonde hair, it really

suits you, and those diamonds look fabulous!” Lisa said noticing her

five studded diamond earrings on each ear.

“Oh these are a gift from Eric, and this ankle bracelet too, see the

padlock it has a key to open it, He bought them for me when I had my

tattoo done.” Foxy said pointing to her ankle. “Oh how beautiful.”

Lisa said smiling.

In the meantime David was showing Eric the sex toys while discussing

his plans for the day.

“Hmmm, I must say I like your plan, and your choice of toys are magic

David, when are we going to get started.” Eric said anxiously.

“We can start right now let’s go and prepare the bed, and line up our

collection as we intend to use them.” David said putting his arm

around Eric’s shoulder leading him to the master bedroom.

“Hmmm I wonder what our masters are up to, looks like they’re planning

something!” Lisa said to Foxy curiously.

“Lisa, what does David do to you?” Foxy said placing her hand over

Lisa’s shoulder.

“Hmmm. Well David does much the same to me. He likes to give me six

enemas each morning, and six each night before he takes me by my ass.

He likes to hold the ass plug in place while he’s lying over me till I

cum for him.” Lisa continued.

“He likes to have me grind my pussy on his face as he catches my love

wines, in his mouth, when done he likes to make me taste my own cum by

kissing me passionately, you know what he always tells me! He says

he’s feeding out of my soul.” Lisa said blushing. “Do you do anything

to your master, or does he have full control of you at all times?”

Foxy said grinning. Lisa was about to reply when David and Eric called

them.

“Lisa and Foxy, come slaves, we have a surprise for you both.” David

and Eric called out together.

“Yes master.” Both Lisa and Foxy responded quickly going to the

bedroom where David and Eric were both sitting.

“Come Foxy my precious slave, remove all your clothing and show our

friends what you got, show them my gift I have placed inside your

cunt.” Eric said to her.

“Yes master.” Foxy said undoing her top revealing a tattoo of a dragon

with a rose in its mouth on her shoulder above her left breast Foxy’s

breasts were perfect with pink firm nipples standing at attention.

Dropping her top on the floor, she slowly slipped down her skirt

leaving her wearing a pair of see through red panties, lowering them

to her ankles, she stepped out of them and walked over to her master,

Looking rather erotic with her triangular shaped trimmed pussy.

“Well done my slave, Eric said removing the vibrator from her cunt,

noticing juices flowing down her legs, Foxy stood there licking her

lips as her master rubbed his hand between her legs, taking his hand

to his mouth Eric sucked it clean.

Lisa looked on she knew David would ask her to do the same as Foxy,

her face became hot and flushed. David smiled at his slave, he could

see she was rather nervous.

“Come my slave, remove your clothes and show our guests what you got.”

David said smiling.

Removing first her skirt, Lisa lowered it to the floor and walked out

of it revealing her tight black panties, Lisa walked closer to her

master and slowly removed her top showing off her sexy red bra and her

Delicious cleavage.

Undoing her bra Lisa allowed the straps to fall over the side of one

shoulder and then the other. Slipping off her bra she made it drop on

the floor, revealing her appetizing breasts hanging nicely like two

melons, with her nipples erect showing off her beautiful Voluptuous

assets.

Lisa Looked at her master, and began removing her panties, making

them, fall to the floor she stepped out of them revealing her smooth

sexy shaved pussy. David held her around her hips pulling her a little

closer, he opened her legs and gently removed the vibrator, rubbing

his fingers on her cunt;

David’s hand was covered with Lisa’s juices. David quickly took his

hand to his mouth, looking at Lisa lustfully he began sucking his

fingers one by one, like a starving baby.

“Hmmm, delicious as always, your wines for your master are very tasty

my slave.” David said.

“Thank you master.” Lisa said softly red faced.

Both David and Eric stood up and walked around the girls looking at

them up and down gently touching their breasts and hips. David picked

up a blindfold and placed it over Lisa’s eyes.

Lisa stood back a little nervous. “Oh no master what’s this for.” Lisa

said a little scared.

“Hush hush everything will be all right Lisa! We have prepared a game

for the four of us to enjoy, you will take pleasure with what we have

in store for you.” David assured her kissing her on her mouth.

“Yes master, Your slave trusts you with her life.” Lisa said nodding a

yes looking at her master. Coaxing her to lay on the bed, David tied

up her wrists on each side of the head post and her ankles on each

side of the bed, spreading her legs open wide, displaying her pink

lavishing cunt, Lisa’s clit was popped out hard.

Lisa didn’t know what was going to happen, she could feel the cold air

reaching inside her cunt exciting her body sending tingles down her

spine, Lisa closed her eyes to relax at the sound of the soft romantic

music playing in the background.

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Lisa was moaning in excited agony. Holding the ass-plug into place as

she pushed herself up and down feeling it deeper, arousing her in

extreme desires.

“Quick go and empty my slave and come back to me!” David said when he

returned.

Lisa came back finding David dressed in black leather gear and wearing

his little black mask.

“Come Lisa kneel before me so I may fasten your collar around your

pretty neck,. David said holding out her black studded collar.

“Yes master.” Lisa said quickly kneeling in front of her master.

David gently lifted her hair out of the way fastening the collar

around her neck.

“Make my cock hard ready for your ass.” He commanded.

Lisa reached to her master’s pants, loosening his belt she lowered his

zipper and made his pants fall to the floor.

Taking his cock to her mouth Lisa began kissing and nibbling it all

over, making David moan in pleasure, as his slave fondled his hot

cock, placing her master’s cock in her mouth she began sucking his

cock while weighing his balls in her warm hands.

After a while Lisa dipped her middle finger in her very wet cunt and

began teasing her master’s ass sliding her finger in and out gently.

Her master responded with each thrust of her finger while Lisa

continued sucking his cock even though she was gagging a few times she

still kept on going.

David and Lisa fucked each other in rhythm, moaning and growling

together quivering as waves swept through their body uncontrollably.

“I like the way my slave pleases her master, David said with a smile

as he caressed Lisa’s face lovingly.

“Thank you master.” Lisa responded nodding a yes.

“Lean over the dining table my slave I’m ready to take your ass!” He

told her running his fingers through her hair. Lisa walked over to the

dining table, leaning over she pressed her breasts on the cold marble

top, opening her legs as wide as she could for her master.

“Perfect my slave, get ready to have your ass filled with your masters

cum.” David said and began gently teasing her ass with his wet

throbbing cock, sliding it up and down between her ass cheeks and

resting it against her dark hole. Lisa responded to her master’s love,

pushing back to meet his swollen hard cock.

Lisa began moaning as her whole body was squirming in excited pleasure

while her breasts were sexually aroused on the cold marble tabletop.

David gently began easing his throbbing cock into Lisa’s ass hole,

Grabbing her by her hips he pulled her back and forth to meet his,

cock, pushing it a little deeper each time till he buried it all deep

in her ass.

David kept ravaging her ass repeatedly sliding his cock in and out in

long gentle strokes, as they both swayed in thrusting rhythms moaning

in pleasure, breathlessly their love exploded in a flood.

Picking her up in his arms David kissed her passionately.

Picking up the jackrabbit vibrator David arranged it in Lisa’s cunt

giving her a swift gentle smack on her ass and told her to quickly

dress, as their guests will be arriving very soon.

Lisa slipped on her snug fitting panties to hold the vibrator in place

followed by her sexy red bra and her two piece sexy outfit, Lisa

looked deliciously hot with her golden red hair flowing on her black

outfit showing off her curvaceous body. Lisa couldn’t help but wonder

what David’s friends Eric and Foxy would be like, as David had not

told her much about them.

“You look extremely hot my slave!” David said when he saw her. “I know

you will love my friends, I have known Eric all my life we went to

school and college together. Eric and Foxy has been together a couple

of months now, and they have a wonderful relationship.

“I know you will learn a lot today, I want you to get to know them as

well as I do, I’ve invited them to stay the weekend, one day they

might move in with us for a while.” David said smiling.

“Yes master that’s a lovely idea. “Lisa said, kissing David on his

cheek. “Quick they’re here, I hope everything is in order?” David said

as the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, David welcomed his guests Eric and Foxy, introducing

them both to Lisa as he helped Eric with his bags. Lisa welcomed their

guests leading Foxy to the lounge room.

Lisa couldn’t help but notice Foxy’s really short blond hair and the

black studded collar with a two hoop gold chain hanging from it with a

heart and a dagger pendant in gold clustered with diamonds,

“Wow I love your collar, it’s beautiful! Tell me all about you and

Eric I like to know so much about you both.” Lisa said as they sat on

the lounge chair. Eric turned to David,

“She’s beautiful, How long have you been living together!” Eric asked

nudging David on his ribs.

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Lisa has finally found to whom she belongs, and knows how much her

Master truly loves her. The day starts with the same ritual. David

picks her up and places her across his knees, uncovering her butt he

rubs his hands fast all over Lisa’s ass.

“Do you love me my slave!” David shouts to her.

“Yes master with all heart and soul.” She responds.

“How much do you love me my slave!”

“I love you more then anything in the whole world my master.” Lisa

responded lovingly without watching her words carefully.

“Hmmm. looks like my slave has forgotten her respect for her Master!

Whack, whack, whack, whack, whack” David says spanking her ass.

“You belong to me, there is no me, no I and definitely no mine, do you

understand, you are mine, completely mine, your mind, your heart, your

body and your soul, you belong to me! I am your master and you are my

slave” David shouted to her.

“Your slave is sorry Master!” Lisa said teary-eyed taking her masters

hand kissing his fingertips.

“Now get ready my slave prepare the cushions on the end of the bed

ready for me to give you your enema.” David said walking to the

bathroom to prepare it. Lisa was rubbing her sore ass as she piled the

cushions as her master ordered her.

While undressing, Lisa begins caressing her body all over. Looking in

the mirror, she fondles her breasts, lifting them and squeezing her

nipples, as a sense of being completely owned by David rushes in her

soul.

Without a thought Lisa lay on the cushions, propping her ass in the

air, she begins rubbing her hands all over her pussy, making it so wet

ready for her master. Feeling rather horny she begins raising her ass

up and down several times, feeling the cold breeze between her legs as

if cold hands were caressing her ass hole.

“You have done well my slave, I love the way your dark rose is in the

air ready for me.” David said smiling as he entered their bedroom.” In

no time, David began caressing Lisa’s body all over, rubbing his hands

together he gently massages her down her back to the end of her spine.

Picking up a dab of the cold KY jelly David rubs it around her brown

hole, round and round the rim. He gently probes his finger lightly

entering deeper in her ass with each push, the cold Jelly aroused Lisa

begins squirming in pleasure as her master stretches and probes deeper

in her ass sending tinkling sensations through her entire body.

“Hmmmmmmmmmppphhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhh master

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmppphhhhhhh.” Lisa’s moans escape her lips as

she pushes back to her Masters fingers. David continues fingering and

stretching her ass, as deep as his fingers can reach, exciting her

uncontrollably

David spreads open her ass cheeks gently sliding the nozzle in Lisa’s

ass, squeezing the enema bulb till empty. Lisa squirms and moans

lifting her ass in excitement pushing back hard to the nozzle as the

hot water continues filling her ass. David emptied the enema bulb in

her ass telling her to hold the water, as from today on he would give

her three enemas one after the other.

David loves giving Lisa enemas he knows it’s the best way to keep her

totally under his control.

David again filled the douche bulb with the hot water and quickly

eased the long nozzle deep in Lisa’s ass, filling her ass again and

again. Lisa moans as the hot water in her ass arouses her soul,

erotically exciting her hungry sexual desires.

When done, David quickly removed the nozzle and replaced it with the

ass plug gently slipping it in and out till it reached deep in her ass

stuffing it completely.

David gently lay over Lisa holding the ass plug into place while

teasing her hot wet cunt, excitedly Lisa squirms in loving passion,

moaning and groaning reaching its peak ready to explode like a river.

David quickly turned her over and feasted on her love wines slurping

and groaning like a hungry bear. Embracing her in his arm David

finished it off with a very passionate kiss sharing with Lisa her very

own juices. Lisa has become accustomed to her own taste making it

easier for her to learn to accept her masters cum.

“Go empty quickly my slave and return to me for your next enema.”

David said, preparing the enema greasing the nozzle well with the KY

Jelly. When Lisa returned she quickly lay on the cushions propping her

ass in the air, opening her legs as wide as she could as her master

has taught her.

“My slave is learning well how to please her master.” David said

planting a kiss on her ass cheek. “Thank you master, your slave loves

you very much!” Lisa said carefully, not wanting to make the same

mistake as earlier, Lisa likes to have her ass warmed by her master’s

hands but doesn’t like to be spanked often.

Again David spread the KY jelly on her ass probing his finger as deep

as it could enter. Removing his finger He quickly inserts the Greased

nozzle of the enema bulb in Lisa’s waiting ass.

“Suck it in my slave.” David ordered as he gently pumped the hot water

in her ass till empty. Giving Lisa three more enemas. Picking up the

larger ass plug, David handed to Lisa telling her to grease it well

and give it back to him once it was ready.

David removed the nozzle and gently slid the ass plug in Lisa’s ass

sliding it deeper in and out a few times till well into place.

“Oh that hurts master!” Lisa said as she squirmed in pain.

“Breath-in and out a few times and relax my slave, it will ease the

pain, sit on it till I return.” David ordered, as he went to prepare a

few toys he intended to use.

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Of course the bank’s ultra-secure Internet site had a back door . . . just

as everything and everybody had a back door. Mistress herself had

inadvertently given him a clue. “Dominance, in all its variations and

permutations, holds the key to my heart,” she had said. The endorsement

on the canceled check supplied the additional information Vic needed.

It wasn’t terribly difficult. The very first thing he tried was the

permutations of “dominance” — its anagrams. The longest of these

anagrams, “comedian,” turned to be the password for the account. From

there, it was a straightforward technical exercise to jump one step

up into the supervisory level. Vic now had access to *all* the bank’s

client accounts.

Interesting. Rooting through the allegedly sacrosanct financial records

of the bank led to an even bigger plum than the House of Dominance –

an outfit by the name of Pietro Associates. Now *that* account was worth

*billions*. Digging deeper revealed some shadowy entities behind that

company. There were Saudi oil interests involved. Pietro = Petro(leum).

Fuck the House of Dominance! He had much bigger fish to fry. Real soon

now, he’d be rolling in Pietrodollars.

It was child’s play for an old-time hacker like Vic to subvert the

bank’s accounting system. He inserted into the software a stealth-trojan

that triggered whenever the final digit of a credit or debit from *any*

bank customer ended in 7. That would initiate a cloaked fund transfer

of *a single penny* from the Pietro account to his own. It would never

be noticed by human auditors, and over a period of weeks would add up

to millions of dollars. This meant the end of any lingering monetary

problems for him.

Even before this latest escapade, Vic’s finances had improved dramatically.

Having his special needs taken care of by Mistress had apparently

unleashed his creative potential. He was constantly bubbling over with

ideas. His problem solving abilities became legendary, and he scored off

the scale on a couple of IQ tests. He had received a large performance

bonus at work and was a candidate for promotion to regional manager. He

had pulled off a nice little coup on the stock market by short-selling

the Barbary Pirate Group, a sleazy little outfit that generated income

primarily through extortion and lawsuits. He had written and sold

eighteen erotic stories and was awaiting the checks in the mail. He had

been selected as a quiz show host on a local radio station. All in all,

fortune was smiling on him, and he attributed it all to Mistress Domina’s

ministrations.

Vic was forty-five minutes early this time. Anticipation was half the

fun. Sitting and idly leafing through a magazine, he wondered if he were

man enough to splurge and go for a double session this time?

Once more Mistress personally greeted him in the waiting room. And why

not? Not only was he a good client, he was also helping her make money

from *other* clients. But he no longer harbored any resentment over

that. After all, he benefited from it, too.

Vic hardly noticed the three cleansing enemas, so preoccupied was he with

what awaited him next. Mistress had promised to fist him *all the way up*.

Imagine being totally impaled upon her strong arm, utterly in her power.

“Mr. Victor.” Mistress interrupted his reverie. “We have a special

entertainment prepared for you. Rather than using the Dilation Chair

for your ’stretching exercises,’ permit me to introduce you to the

Impalement Stool.”

It was an ordinary-looking armless chair, but with what looked like a

thick, blunt-ended tapered shaft sticking straight up from the middle

of the seat.

“In answer to your unasked question, the dilation cone measures fully

fifteen inches high. It is one inch in diameter at its rounded tip, and

three and three-quarters inches at the base. With a bit of help from my

assistants, you will be seated there, impaled directly upon it. Now kindly

bend over and I will inject lubricant into your body cavity. Remember –

total acceptance and relaxation are the keys to painless enlargement.”

Three burly men had entered the room. While excess lubricant was still

dripping from his anus, two of them bodily lifted him by the arms, while

the third held him at the ankles. Slowly they lowered him in seated

position onto the cone. His weight pulled him down, and it wedged him

open and pushed up into him as he sank down upon it.

His buttocks rested flat on the seat and his trembling legs barely reached

the floor. The dilation cone was embedded high up within his rectum and it

froze him in a rigid posture.

Mistress smiled. “There are more embellishments.”

The men fastened cuffs to his wrists. They linked cables to eyelets on

each cuff, then looped the cables over a low-hanging beam overhead. The

cable ends hooked to the back of the chair. The net effect was to hold

his arms rigidly extended nearly vertically in the air.

“That will hold you in place,” Mistress said. “To prevent you from

ejaculating without our permission, we will employ an additional

measure.” She held an elastic snap-lock ring in front of him. “This

clamps around the base of your testicles, Mr. Victor. It should be a

most interesting experience.”

It was.

After sitting immobile and impaled for some minutes, Vic was starting to

feel a moderate degree of discomfort. It was also just plain boring. How

much longer would he have to endure it?

The door opened.

A masked woman entered. She walked over to Vic, and coolly appraised his

naked body as if he were a piece of livestock. Apparently satisfied,

she turned around, flipped up her skirt, flounced her bare ass at him

. . . and, facing away from him, fastidiously lowered herself upon his

involuntary erection. Vic admired the elaborate butterfly tattoo on her

back as she leaned forward and braced her hands on his thighs. Bobbing

up and down, she rode his cock until, with a gasp and a shudder, she

received her full measure of release. She stood up, smoothed the wrinkles

out of her skirt, and planted a wet kiss on his sweaty forehead. The

door closed behind her.

The door opened.

A masked woman entered. She repeated the performance of the first, but

with considerably more vigor and accompanying groans, squeals, and a

fart or two. The air in the room began to get stale. Woman Number Two

tousled his hair and pinched his cheeks before leaving.

What was going on was obvious. These were more of Mistress Domina’s

clients. He was still making money for the house, it seemed.

The third woman was quite large and heavy. She had the biggest, roundest

ass he had ever seen, and without preliminaries she plopped that ass

squarely on his lap. Her hungry pussy engulfed him, and what must have

been three hundred pounds of womanhood squashed him hard into the seat

of the stool, driving the cone even deeper into his guts. Vic began

wondering if death by ecstasy was all it was cracked up to be.

Vic tried speaking to the fourth woman. She slapped his face, then

laughed and sat down on him. She pulled a compact out of her purse,

and, leaning backward against him, went through an elaborate ritual of

applying lipstick and makeup. All the while, her pussy was rhythmically

squeezing his cock.

Somewhere along the way, one of the women had greased up her anal entrance

and indulged herself in a little sodomy, courtesy of Vic’s helpless cock.

After the fifth or sixth woman (Vic had by then lost count), the male

assistants returned and released him from the stool. They removed the

testicle clamp. He ached more down there than inside his gut. His shaft

felt raw and abraded. Friction burns.

With the men supporting him, he staggered over to the padded table and

climbed up. He fell into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.

And jerked awake as Mistress grasped his shoulder. She was holding the

corkscrew Orifice Spreader in the other hand.

“This is the final time you will require spreading. We’ve almost achieved

our objective in that respect. Now, hop down and bend over the table.

Quickly now!”

Deep into him Mistress screwed it. Then deeper. Vic had passed beyond

discomfort, beyond all feelings of pain. His buttocks felt as if they

were a foot apart.

“Fifteen inches deep and four inches wide,” were the words Mistress spoke,

with what sounded like a note of triumph. “Right on target.”

She carefully unscrewed the gadget from within him.

“Ten minute break,” Mistress said, then left.

“This is an upright bondage frame,” Mistress explained. Taut cables

anchored to the wooden sides of the frame attached to restraints that

held Vic’s arms and legs immobile. He was in a standing position,

with legs held wide apart, and arms pulled overhead at about the same

angle. Spreadeagled upright and frozen in place. Naked and totally

vulnerable.

“We have invited guests. They will honor you with their presence and take

their pleasure from you. And, yes, you will entertain two at a time.”

Mistress left.

The door opened.

A man and a woman, both masked, walked into the room. The woman approached

him from the front, inspected him at some length, then grasped his penis

and began to fondle it. Meanwhile, the man was examining him from behind.

Vic felt his buttocks being parted.

The woman had bent over and flipped up her skirt backwards. She had

nothing on underneath. On all fours, she maneuvered herself awkwardly

backwards onto Vic’s hard cock, and gradually swallowed it between her

cunt lips. She was very wet inside.

In back, Vic felt erect flesh push between his cheeks, against his anus,

and slowly into him.

As the woman thrust backwards onto his cock, the man thrust forwards

higher into him. Vic was sandwiched, simultaneously double-fucked.

Waves of heat and pressure buffeted him from both front and back. Vic

would have immediately spasmed in violent orgasm if the testicle clamp

hadn’t prevented it. The man and the woman came, within seconds of each

other. Vic felt the pussy rhythmically clenching on his cock and the

cock inside him throbbing and shooting fluid high up into his gut.

The door closed behind the man and the woman. Minutes later, a second

couple entered.

All told, Vic entertained five sets of visitors.

Thank heavens for the ten minute rest period!

Mistress had her latex-gloved fist high inside him. “We’re up to the

wrist once more,” she said. “Now we move into virgin territory.”

It wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as being mechanically spread open by the

corkscrew. In fact, it felt pretty damn fine. It was releasing strange

energies within him. He felt on the verge of something tremendous and

life-changing. “Please, Mistress, deeper,” he said.

“Halfway up the forearm,” Mistress said. “Cry out if you can’t take

any more.”

“Deeper, Mistress.”

“Almost there. Just a bit more. Ah, yes, elbow depth. How does that feel,

Mr. Victor?”

“Mistress, I am a hand-puppet and you are my owner. You are my fate. Your

strong arm fills and animates me. It infuses me with life force. I am

ready for the pumping of your divine fist. Please, give me what I crave.”

“We try to provide fulfillment for our clients,” she said. She was

slowly pumping her fist forward and back inside him. The video monitor

showed her latex-gloved forearm emerging, glistening with lube, then

disappearing into him again. He felt huge surges of power rippling

through his guts. His mind ruptured the boundary between matter and

spirit, and then he was floating free, part of the great Unity that

lies beneath all illusions. His earthly flesh orgasmed, and again,

and he was utterly empty. A scream shattered the silence.

Ten minutes left in the session. Mistress emerged through the door. She

was wearing fishnet stockings, and nothing else. Her magnificently curved

body was everything Vic had imagined it to be.

“You have been such a well-behaved boy, Mister Victor, that you deserve

a most special treat. If you like, you can have *me*.”

She walked over to the table, and bent forward over it. Her pussy was

velvety and butter-soft. It was somewhat of an anticlimax for Vic after

all he had been through.

“Thank you Mistress. You are fully as sweet inside as out.”

“You are most gracious, Mr. Victor. Until next time, then.”

Vic was chuckling softly to himself on the drive home. Mistress Domina

didn’t know it yet, but he *owned* her.

The House of Dominance was a privately owned corporation, with much of its

stock in the hands of a family foundation. But even tightly-held firms can

be taken over if the price is right. Forty-eight million it had cost him.

It wasn’t as if the funds had come out of his own pocket. “Use other

people’s money,” the adage went, and that’s exactly what Vic had done.

He had used the money of a few assorted Arab oil billionaires. Pietro

Associates would never miss it. It had disappeared from petty cash.

All in all, embezzlement didn’t greatly appeal to him. Running a B&D

empire was much more his style.
 

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“We will begin with stretching and widening. This first insertion will be

a combination speculum and dildo, a cylinder that screws apart and expands

sideways to widen the anal entrance and the lower rectum. Prepare yourself.”

There was a mechanical hum and Vic felt something pushing between and

through his buttocks from below. Now it was pressing against his anal

opening (”It’s going in right up through my asshole,” he was thinking).

“Your cooperation is expected, Mr. Victor. Push gently outward, as if

you were having a bowel movement. This will unlock your sphincter ring

and let the device into you.”

It was inside him now, and moving up higher inside. Higher still. It

stopped.

“Relax your thigh muscles. We will now commence the expansion. Speak up

if it becomes too uncomfortable.”

Vic saw her move a joystick on the control panel, and he felt the sides

of his anal opening slowly forced apart in all directions. The stretching

sensation was stronger and more uniform than the corkscrew device from

the previous session. Wider, and wider still. Then it held steady. He

could just barely tolerate it.

“We will hold at this setting for five minutes, Mr. Victor. I must

congratulate you. You have a three-inch aperture now. That is probably

sufficient even for full-depth fisting, but that will have to await a

future session.”

This wasn’t bad at all. Extreme expansion, huh?

All too soon, Mistress withdrew the expansion dildo from him. He felt

an emptiness inside.

“The next insertion will be for the purpose of depth measurement. Using

a soft, flexible probe we will determine how far up into you we can

penetrate. Get ready.”

This one felt softer and gentler than any of the other mechanical dildos.

But it kept moving up and up, and farther up into him. It wouldn’t

stop. It just wouldn’t stop. “Mistress, I feel some discomfort inside

now.”

“We’re at eleven inches and probably impacting the bend in your lower

colon. Let me unlock the flex joints of the probe. How does that feel

now?”

“Better, thanks.”

“Let’s resume then.”

“Twenty-six inches. You held out quite well. We’ll withdraw the probe and

give you another ten-minute rest period before completing the session.”

Homeward bound, Vic felt good all over. Purified inside and thoroughly

fucked out. Mistress had ass-fucked him with a dildo for twenty minutes

at the close of the session. A *huge* dildo. She had let him measure

it before penetrating him. It was ten inches long and two-and-a-half

inches across. It had felt very satisfying as she plunged its full length

into him.

On the way out, Mistress had actually *smiled* and hinted at a special

surprise for his next session.

He had another reason to feel fine. His monthly bank statement had come

in this morning’s mail. There was a canceled check made out to the House

of Dominance. He now had Mistress Domina’s account number . . . and he

had not the slightest doubt that he was every bit as good at plundering

her electronic funds as she was at plundering his ass.

It was his third session. Mistress had escorted him out of the waiting

room. No nurse this time. She herself had given him his cleansing enemas.

Special treatment, indeed. Now he was taking his ten-minute rest period,

lying flat on the treatment table, waiting for her return.

The door opened. Now this *was* special. Mistress stood before him in

her full shining glory. Bare-ass naked.

“Make yourself comfortable in the Dilation Chair, Mr. Victor. This time we

will use a conical insertion device to stretch your entrance. Penetration

depth will be minimal, but we will open you up to a four-inch width.”

Strapped down in the chair, Vic groaned as the conical dildo pushed

against his anal sphincter, then into him. It was splitting him

apart! Then the pressure relaxed and he let out all his breath in a

single gasp.

“Now, now. It couldn’t have been all that bad. Let’s check your progress.”

She undid the straps and bent him forward over the table.

“Quite a passageway you have there. Big enough to drive a truck through.

More than adequate for purposes more dear to your heart.”

There were pinpricks of cold metal on both sides of his anus. Mistress

was measuring his sphincter width with calipers.

“Just a hair short of four inches wide, but close enough for government

work.” It was the first touch of humor she had ever shown.

“Stay as you are Mr. Victor. You are about to experience something very

startling.” She turned. “Come in, Barto. We are ready for you.”

The door opened and a burly young man strode in. He bowed to Mistress,

then to Vic.

“This, Mr. Victor, is my associate, Bartolomeo. His specialty is testing

expanded anal cavities. With your permission, we will commence.”

Vic shrugged his shoulders. He had never been ass-fucked by a man. “Since

everything else has been done to me, why not this, too?” he mumbled.

“How’s that again, Mr. Victor?”

“Yes. Yes! Go ahead. Get it over with.”

It didn’t feel much different than when Mistress had used a dildo on

him. In fact, the man’s cock felt distinctly *smaller* inside him. Must

be the effect of the dilation part of the therapy. ‘Just think, I’ve

got a wide enough asshole to be ass-fucked by a man, and hardly even

noticing it.’

Vic did feel the faint throbbing, then the wet discharge inside him as

the man came. He heard, rather than felt, the withdrawal out of his ass.

It was a distinctly *liquid* sound.

“Congratulations, Mr. Victor. You have officially lost your anal virginity.”

“My pleasure, Mistress.”

“What next?” Victor was thinking as his ten-minute rest period came to

an end. That question was answered as Mistress entered the room. She

had on a short white lab coat, but was naked from the waist down. In her

right hand was a skin-tight latex glove, which gleamed with an oily gel.

“You are ready — more than ready — for fisting, Mr. Victor. Will you

kindly bend over the table. Thank you. As usual, I will buckle the

restraints on your arms and legs. You may observe what is being done to

you on the wall monitor.”

Mistress had tented together the fingers of her gloved hand and was

gradually pushing it into his anus. Victor began feeling the stretch

as the knuckles disappeared into him. She was stroking his forehead with

her free hand and humming into his ear.

“There. That wasn’t so bad. We’re past the hard part. I’m forming a fist

now. Can you feel it?”

“Indeed I can, Mistress. Do with me what you will.”

“This is the most intimate act of power and possession. You are totally

in my power and I am possessing you. I will hold your very life essence

in my hand.

“We are up to the wrist now. For the moment, we shall stop at this

depth. Ah, yes. I have impaled you upon my fist. You are totally mine.”

Mistress began slowly pumping her fist in and out. Vic reached orgasm

for the third time that session. As his body spasmed and convulsed,

Mistress slowly withdrew out of him. His rectum seemed reluctant to

release her hand. It felt as if his bowels were being pulled out.

“Look at yourself,” she said. The monitor showed a large dark hole where

his anus was. It reminded him somewhat of a tunnel entrance. A tunnel

leading all the way up into the deepest heart of him.

“Enough,” she said. Next session I may plunge into you all the way up

to my elbow. But for now . . . we will terminate today’s activities by

permitting you to interact with specially selected visitors. You will

be privileged to accept whatever attentions they choose to endow upon

you.” Mistress exited the room, leaving him bent over the table, still

buckled up in the restraints.

The door opened and a man came through. He was alone. He was fully

clothed but masked. He unzipped his fly. He had a full erection. With

no preliminaries he plunged his cock deep into Vic’s exposed receptacle.

The man pulled the door shut behind him as he left.

Moments later, a second man entered. He approached Vic from behind and

took his pleasure. When he finished, he left.

A total of twelve masked men had their way with Vic in the space of

about an hour. He found it somewhat interesting, in a detached, clinical

sort of way. Mistress Domina’s expansion treatments had so enlarged his

passage that even being serially ass-fucked by a dozen men caused him

not the slightest discomfort.

One minor matter bothered him, though. It had finally dawned on him

that these men were *clients* of the establishment. It followed that

Mistress Domina was peddling his body, his *ass*, to make money for the

establishment. She was *prostituting* him. Not only that, but forcing

him to pay for the privilege. He was beginning to feel exploited and

deceived. Then he had an amusing insight.

He chewed on the thought as he drove home. “I might just end up making a

lot more money out of this affair than Mistress. In the middle of being

ass-fucked by that gang, I had an inspiration. I’ve got a hunch how I

can crack the passcode for her bank account.”

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“Three hundred bucks an hour? I gotta be out of my everlovin’ mind!”

Yet here he was, sitting in the waiting room. Waiting. Vic had arrived

twenty minutes early for his appointment.

“Mr. Victor?” The middle-aged woman in a crisp nurse’s uniform ushered

him into the dimly lit room. The only furniture was a low, vinyl-covered

padded table. There were what looked like television screens mounted on

two of the walls. “You are to undress while you await Mistress Domina,”

she told him. The door shut with a barely audible click, and he was alone.

This was his first visit to a real live dominatrix. He had heard crazy

stories about what went on in their chambers (dungeons?) — stories of

clients being subject to extremes of degradation and humiliation.

Whippings, torture, insertion of unusual objects into various body

orifices, and even worse. Much worse.

There was a shabby terrycloth bathrobe hanging on a hook beside the

table. He pulled it on. Underneath he was naked. The door opened.

Mistress Domina — “DOE-meen-ah,” she pronounced it — was wearing a

tight black elastic bodysuit. Tall and classically voluptuous, she even

verged on chubby. Wire-rimmed glasses incongruously gave her the look

of an old-fashioned schoolmarm. She was leafing through various papers

on a clipboard.

“Your file lists your treatment plan as exploring extreme variations

of anal sex, but with only a mild degree of humiliation, and minimizing

pain where possible. Pity. One of our specialties is training and severe

discipline, but we *always* cater to our clients’ needs.

“Due to the nature of your particular program, you will require cleansing

enemas in preparation for each session. In future visits, our medical

staff will administer these. Today, however, I will handle this, as it

will permit me to assess the physical health and capacity of the relevant

parts of your anatomy — the lower colon, rectum, and anal sphincter.”

Vic lay facedown on the padded table. Nylon straps locked his arms and

legs rigidly in place. A rubber hose ran upward from the crevice of his

buttocks to the large enema bottle dispensing a cloudy amber liquid into

his lower intestine.

“This is a mild Castile soap and mineral oil solution. You should not

find it unduly irritating, but it *will* most effectively accomplish

its purpose of thoroughly purging your large intestine. We will follow

up with two rinsings of distilled water. You are expected to retain the

solution within your colon for ten minutes, at which time I will release

the restraints and permit you to use the bathroom facilities.”

What a relief it was to dump the liquid contents of his colon in a

single, smelly, explosive burst! Perched on the toilet, Vic mulled

over what awaited him for the remainder of the two-hour (six hundred

dollar!) session.

Preliminary dilation, Mistress Domina had called it. Now he was standing,

bent forward over the padded table. His arms stretched out at an angle

past his head. Straps buckled around the wrists held him firmly in

place. His chin sank into the soft pillow under his chin.

“If you will look upward and a bit toward your right, Mr. Victor, you

will be able to follow our progress on the video monitor.”

Mistress Domina was examining what appeared to be a rather large corkscrew

device with a handle on its end.

“This is a Type IV Orifice Spreader. Practitioners in our field consider

it superior to a medical speculum for stretching and expanding the anal

orifice. From its small rounded insertion tip, it gradually tapers outward

into a cone as we move toward the base. There is a wide spiraling screw

thread running diagonally along its surface to engage the ring of muscle

at the entrance of the anus. The crank on the end permits the operator to

rotate the device, with the net result that it actually screws into the

recipient. The net result is to gently but inexorably enlarge and loosen

the anal sphincter. For our first session, we will content ourself with

a modest gain in aperture.”

“Screwed by a corkscrew,” Vic was thinking as Mistress Domina introduced

the tip of the thing into him. It felt rather like a small dildo as

it penetrated about an inch deep, just past the anal ring. “So far,

so good,” he mumbled. He was starting to get an erection.

Now there was slight sideward pressure, and he began to feel the stretch

as Mistress twisted the crank. It was advancing deeper into his rectum,

and widening him sideways. There was little friction, due to the

lube applied to the spiral threads. He watched on the video monitor,

fascinated and disbelieving, as about a third of its length disappeared

into him, and he stretched, stretched, and *stretched*. He felt as wide

as a railway tunnel, and it was starting to get distinctly uncomfortable.

“Seven inch depth and two inch width,” Mistress Domina announced, then

she slapped him on the right butt cheek. “Now we disengage.” Vic could

feel his sphincter relax and spring back as the corkscrew untwisted and

unscrewed out of him.

“Ten minute rest period before the final phase of this session,” Mistress

said. The door clicked shut and Vic was alone, standing, bent forward

over the table, still held in place by wrist restraints. He closed his

eyes and dozed off. . . .

. . . and awoke as he felt something inserting into him. Into his anus

again. Looking at the video monitor, he saw Mistress Domina penetrating

him with something protruding from a black harness she was wearing around

her hips. A dildo. A very large dildo.

The corkscrew treatment must have loosened him quite a bit. He didn’t feel

any discomfort at full penetration. How deep? At least six inches. Now

she was vigorously pumping in and out. Mistress was fucking him. Fucking

him in the ass.

Half an hour later, Vic was driving home. He felt exhausted, utterly and

completely drained. Well, why not? He had climaxed twice during the “final

phase” of his first treatment. There was still a pleasurable throbbing

in his bowels. Mistress knew what she was doing, all right. Painless

extreme anal — that was right on the money.

He *had* to continue the “treatment.” It was the fulfillment of lifelong

fantasies. Being dominated and being penetrated . . . simultaneously.

There was only one small problem, though. How to pay for it.

Six hundred per session was quite a bit more than he could afford. So,

what were his options? Get a second job? Take another mortgage on

his condo apartment? Borrow money from the loan sharks? None of those

alternatives particularly appealed to him.

Inspiration! Vic had once been quite an accomplished computer hacker.

What if . . . what if he could figure out a way to electronically recover

the money he paid for Mistress Domina’s services. Say, if he could access

the house bank account on-line and drain some funds from it. Now *this*

idea rang his chimes. While she was fucking him in *his* most intimate

place, he could be fucking her right back in *hers* — in the pocketbook.

This waiting was making him nuts. Waiting for his second session

with Mistress, Vic was busy chewing his fingernails down to ragged

nubs. Damn. They really ought to have a better selection of magazines

for the waiting room. “House Beautiful” and “Woodworking Hobbyist”

didn’t quite do it for him.

“Mr. Victor — ” A different nurse this time. Younger, prettier. The

room she admitted him into was likewise different. In addition to the

familiar padded examination table there was an elaborate mechanical chair

that appeared to have various devices built into it. It also had a sort

of cutout in the center of the seat, toward the back.

“If you will please disrobe, we will administer the series of preliminary

enemas. Starting with this session, their purpose is not just internal

cleansing, but increasing intestinal volume. You will receive a full

four quarts, and retain the solution for twenty minutes.”

Twenty minutes! He could never hold it in that long.

As it turned out, he could. If he had to. After the attractive nurse had

filled him to bursting, he felt something expanding just inside his anus.

“This special-purpose enema nozzle contains an inflating bladder to block

the exit from your rectum.” In the video monitor he watched the nurse pump

a small rubber bulb in her hand. “You will find yourself unable to expel

any liquid, and attempts to do so will be futile and only cause increased

discomfort. Bye. See you later.” The door shut behind her.

Those were the longest twenty minutes of his life. Several times he

thought his belly and guts were going to burst. Then he surrendered and

gave himself over to the feeling. Totally distended inside, blown up like

an overinflated balloon. Transformed into a human water container. Yet,

in the midst of his discomfort, he felt the stirrings of . . . lust. On

his stomach on the padded table, arms and legs in restraints, pumped up

with a solution of chemicals . . . his penis began hardening beneath him.

He hadn’t even noticed that the nurse had returned. She was regarding him

with a faint smile as she unbuckled the straps.

“Through the door and to the left. Empty yourself in the sanitary

facilities and be back here within ten minutes.”

The following two rinse enemas were no big deal. He didn’t have to hold

them in very long, and he enjoyed the sweet feeling of inner purification

they left him with.

“Welcome back, Mr. Victor.” Mistress Domina had entered. She dismissed

the nurse.

“We will employ a special-purpose Dilation Chair for this next stage of

your treatment. Please sit down, if you will.”

The chair was form-fitting and surprisingly comfortable, but he was held

firmly in place after Mistress had strapped down his arms and legs. Yes,

there was, in fact, a slot in the seat beneath him, lengthwise along

the crack of his buttocks as he was positioned.

“Beneath the chair are various cylindrical penetration devices. The

control panel permits me to insert these directly into your posterior

through the opening in the seat. There are a number of options for

manipulating and moving them inside your rectum after penetration. To

minimize discomfort, all insertion devices are ergonomically designed

and adequately lubricated.

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Then there was the experiment by Dr. Morozov’s colleague, Professor

Flatus. He had placed a pair of specially bred albino roaches within a

hollow iron-57 sphere, then inserted that into the detonation chamber. The

implosion had made sphere and roaches disappear. Those particular roaches

had never been seen again, but there were 20-year-old records of a nasty

infestation of white roaches in the building that had previously been on

the site of the laboratory. Were these the offspring of time-traveling

roaches?

“And you say they’re asking for human volunteers now, Teeya? HUMANS? It’s

*beyond* crazy! It’s a suicide mission.”

“They’re desperate. The company Directorate has decided to cut off

funding for the project. And there’s something else — ”

“The more I hear, the wackier it gets. Well, go on, woman, tell me more.”

“I’ve told you we’re living on borrowed time. What I haven’t mentioned

is just how little time we have left.”

“How much?”

“Two months. That’s the best estimate that SM’s sociometrists can come up

with. In just a couple of months this entire hemisphere will lie in ruins,

destroyed and abandoned, and ninety percent of the population will be

dead. For all practical purposes, it will be the end of the world.”

It’s dark in here in this hollow iron-57 shell. Absolute, total,

mind-shattering darkness. But I can feel Teeya behind me, curled tightly

around me, holding me in her embrace . . . and I can feel her cock deeply

embedded in my cunt.

Cunt? Oh, yes, I’m a woman now, and Teeya’s a man. Where we’re going,

sexual polymorphism hasn’t been invented yet, so we had to make some

adjustments. We both underwent radical gender reassignment surgery,

the complete Ragosin Procedure, all the way down to the chromosomal

level. Galatea — he wants to be called Galen now for reasons I’ll

go into later — is now fully capable of fathering children, and I,

Carmina, am fully capable of being impregnated and bearing them. In fact,

at this very moment I’m carrying twin embryos in my uterus, a boy and

a girl. Our children.

Where *are* we going? As best as Dr. Morozov can determine, we’re aiming

for the early Eisenhower era, traveling backwards about eighty years in

time. If everything goes as planned, Galen and I will end up at these

exact spatial coordinates, where the sub-basement of the SM Tower exists

in the here-and-now, but what used to be a residential town dotted with

what were called “tract houses.” Levittown, New York, circa 1953.

So here we are. In just a few moments, multiple shaped charges of

mini-thermonukes will implode this iron sphere, with us in it, down to

the diameter of a neutron. We’ll collapse into a black hole and hopefully

pop out into another era. I would never have let Galen talk me into it,

but . . . for that ring.

Galen’s great-great-grandfather had passed down a golden ring as a

family heirloom. The ring was sculpted in the shape of a snake biting

its own tail — actually swallowing itself. It was the worm Ouroboros,

the World Serpent, the leviathan with no beginning and no end. Engraved

on the inside of the ring was: “The future lies in the past.”

Galen’s great-great-grandfather happened to be named Galen, too. Hence

Galatea’s choice of of a male name and identity to assume. I can’t help

wondering, though, whether Galen is thinking of becoming his own ancestor

and starting the whole cycle that led to us being here in this iron ball.

Any minute now. I’m scared –

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Things got busy after the first half hour. I ended my four-hour shift

having serviced three women and eleven men. One woman couldn’t get enough

of riding my cock. Had to scratch the itch in her pussy and asshole

both. Three consecutive sessions she bought. Then there was the guy with

the inexhaustible cock. A typical day’s work, I was told.

All in all I made sixteen hundred bucks that day for the company. My cut

of that was one-third, less deductions, of course.

The inside of my ass felt a teeny bit raw, but the squeeze bottle of

anti-abrasive solution took care of it. No major problems in the front

equipment, except that my balls ached mightily. Ached from unrequited

lust. I hadn’t been able to orgasm because of the implant. Well,

Supervisor Galatea had told me that if it became intolerable, to report

back to the office for followup “treatment.” I thought it was time to

find out what that meant.

It meant being ass-fucked by her platinum pulsating cock and getting

another jolt of electricity from the Electrovibe. Well, that fixed me

up quite nicely. I got that elusive physical release, and got my rectum

reconditioned while I was at it. Had a thoroughly cleansing bowel movement

afterwards. Got my ashes hauled and got cleaned out, too. Just one more

little benefit of working for SM, Inc.

I settled into the routine. Three days on, at four hours per, then two

days off. My average take-home was about $1800 a week, considerably better

than my old job as a welder on a construction site. And, I didn’t even

need goggles.

Isn’t it every guy’s dream to get paid for doing what you enjoy? I used

to enjoy sex. I used to enjoy fucking and being fucked. Hell, I still do.

Mostly. But after a couple of months of doing it fifty times a week,

it became just one more boring job.

It had been years since I was in anything resembling a relationship. I’m

shy around people and opening myself up to them is like pulling the

scab off a badly-healed wound. Anonymous sex was easier — and safer –

and that’s probably why I got into the sex machine habit in the first

place. But being an SM Inc. Customer Service Specialist — what they

used to call a “whore” in the bad old days — was probably the ultimate

in depersonalized sex. I began realizing what was missing from my life.

Touch. Simple human touch. And by that I don’t mean body parts mingling

and interpenetrating. I mean *lives* mingling and interpenetrating.

Talking. Hugging. Kissing. Sharing with a partner what happened to

you at work. Experiencing laughter and tears together. Living through

joys and hardships together. Maybe raising a couple of kids. Walking

the dog. Barbecuing in the back yard. Having the neighbors over. Sure,

sleeping together. But also waking up next to each other.

What was wrong with me? I was staring to yearn for an old-fashioned

marriage. Something like in the ancient sitcoms from the 1950’s that they

sometimes show down at the Retro Visual-Media Museum. Sheesh! Manning

that damned sex machine was demultiplexing my cognitive nodes.

I had started confiding in Galatea. She was a patient listener, and her

manner toward me had softened considerably. I think she was starting to

actually loosen up toward me a bit, and she had even let slip a couple of

times what a cute ass I had. Sometimes she seemed to have trouble prying

herself loose from that cute ass of mine. . . . Lately our sessions had

been lasting considerably longer than the allotted 45 minutes.

What was even more odd, she had begun showing signs of jealousy.

*Jealousy*. She seemed to resent that, as an SM employee, my body was

accessible to any stranger who could pay for it. Anyone with $100 to

their name was entitled to stick their cock up my ass. *My ass*. The

ass she was starting to get proprietary feelings toward.

When I last time saw her — I no longer thought of it as being therapied

and readjusted — I had been sure she’d been about to tell me something.

When I left, there was extra warmth in the goodbye kiss she gave me,

and there was something shiny in her eye that might just have been a

tear. Now what could that have been all about?

“Armin, I don’t know how . . . how to say this.”

“Teeya, I think I know . . . ”

“These feeling I’ve been having, I can’t . . . no, I don’t want to . . .

I have to . . .

“I care, Armin. I care for you more than I care for my own life. From

the first time I saw your face, I somehow knew . . . knew that you were

my destiny.

“I’m betraying everything I once valued. My loyalty to my chosen

profession, the oath I gave to SM and their bloody-minded Directorate,

my friends and colleagues, my clan group . . . everything. I . . . I

. . . let me say it. I love . . . I love you, Armin. I love you more than

myself, more than life itself. Because by telling you this I’m killing

. . .  killing myself, committing professional suicide, condemning myself

to death or worse. SM will destroy me for this. But I love. I love. You.

I love you!”

I took her in my arms and we cried together, and our tears mingled.

And that put us on the road leading to damnation and ruin — or to

salvation.

“Our civilization is doomed, you know,” she told me.

“Doomed has an ominous ring to it, Teeya.”

“Doomed. It’s been years since you could breath the outside air

without a filter, the oceans are poisoned, the only way to grow crops

is under glass in a culture of artificial nutrients, and epidemics of

antiexinic-resistant strains of bacteria kill hundreds of thousands

every day. It’s only a matter of time before the entire social structure

collapses. And there isn’t much time.”

“If things have gotten to that point, then I don’t know that there’s

much that anyone can do about it. Let’s love each other and make the

most of the little time we have left, then.”

“Sorry, Armin, no. I’m not the type of person to give up without a

fight. I grew up in a shantytown wondering each day if I’d survive

til nightfall, and I struggled and clawed myself up from poverty and

somehow got an education and a decent profession and a secure place in

society. And, you know, if I could manage that, I’m not about to surrender

to fate now. And, damn it, I won’t let *you* give up and die either!”

“So, what do you have in mind?”

“You’ll think this is crazy, but . . . ”

It turned out that SM had its own in-house R & D department, complete with

resident “mad scientist,” a certain Dr. Bezumna Morozov. Her brainchild,

Project Blueskies, was investigating what happened to matter compressed

to superdensity, beyond the theoretical limits allowed by the laws of

physics. She had tried embedding a small capsule of isotope iron, Fe-57,

inside a sphere of powerful shaped-charge explosive. The implosive force

had been calculated to be sufficient to create a miniature black hole,

a tear in the fabric of space. The iron capsule had disappeared in

a violent burst of gamma rays. Vaporized? Or pushed into an entirely

different physical dimension?

Some intriguing evidence indicated that the object might have traveled

backwards in time. The equations hinted at this possibility, and

Dr. Morozov had, in fact, found something that looked like it could have

been a small iron object, embedded in a nearby table top. Tests confirmed

that it was the rare atomic weight 57 isotope of iron and it had about a

month’s accumulation of rust on it. Had it traveled a month into the past?

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I saw the flash of a excimer-laser scalpel, but didn’t feel a thing. I

was beginning to get drowsy.

I startled awake as she came back into the room. She had left me there,

with my legs in the stirrups and my ass hanging out while the surgical

adhesive set on the incision.

“Now we’ll work on your anterior sex organ,” she said.

She disrobed and I couldn’t help admiring her full breasts, the nicely

rounded hips and upholstered posterior of a classically voluptuous woman,

and . . . and . . . her majestic erect cock.

An Androgyn, that’s what she was. Hermaphrodites had for ages been a

medical curiosity, but only recently has the Ragosin Procedure made it

possible to support fully functional sets of *both* genders’ sex organs

in the same gen-mod body.

I’d never seen a cock that big. Nine or ten inches long and a couple

of inches wide, it must have been. Pale, almost platinum in color. Of

course — it had been force-grown from a stem cell culture. And she was

rubbing something glistening and creamy on it. Syntholube.

“The purpose of what comes next is to condition and train your sphincter

and rectum for the requirements of a Sex Machine operative. Depending

on the assignment, you may be required to have anal intercourse a dozen

or more times in a single four-hour work session. Shall we begin?”

“I’m ready if you are.”

Of course, I was familiar with the techniques for relaxing the anal

sphincter. Most everyone nowadays is bisexual if not outright reverse

polarized, and anal sex between males is no big deal, unlike in the bad

old days before the Anti-Reproduction Directives. I had already been

sodomized more times than I could count, just not by a woman’s equipment.

She slowly inserted herself into me, an inch at a time. With my legs

strapped in the stirrups and my wrists pinioned by restraints, all I

could do was let my abdominal and sphincter muscles go slack while I

breathed in the prescribed rhythm and let her ass-fuck me.

Her groin pressed tight against my upraised buttocks now. She was all

the way inside me and I felt no discomfort. She looked into my eyes and

smiled. “Stage two,” she said.

I felt myself gradually stretch open sideways. Damned if it didn’t feel

like the cock inside me was getting thicker.

“This is something newly out of our research labs,” she said. “It’s an

expanding cock. I can widen it from its normally erect two-inch diameter

to four inches. And lengthen it correspondingly.”

I could feel the depth of penetration increase as the cock within me

swelled up. Deeper and wider. That cock of hers was a damned sight better

than my own equipment. One of these days I’d have to ask if I could be

retrofitted with one of those.

“Variable width and length — that creates some intriguing possibilities,

wouldn’t you say?” She chuckled, and I felt her cock shrink down inside

me. Then it ballooned up again. Then . . . she was rhythmically *pulsing*

it — bigger, smaller, bigger . . . It was like a heartbeat down there,

inside my ass. My gut was booming like an echo chamber.

I would have come a dozen times by now, but the Sta-Hard implant wouldn’t

let me. I was painfully hard and the pressure was building up inside

me. I felt like screaming . . .

And once more she smiled. “I’ll have mercy on you. I can remotely trigger

your implant to give you release, but first . . . ”

I felt the throbbing inside me quicken as she swelled up to maximum size.

There was a cold wetness deep in my gut. She was spurting into me. Her

orgasm, or what? Then I felt the electricity.

She was juicing me with an Electrovibe. It was shooting low-frequency AC

current straight up my gut, and that tipped me over the edge. Now I was

helplessly releasing my own ejaculate in gluey streams over my abdomen

and chest. I moaned as we orgasmed together.

As she pulled out of me, a thick milky fluid began seeping out of my ass.

It smelled faintly of lavender and honey.

“Yes,” she said. “My ejaculate is specially formulated to act as an

antiseptic and anti-abrasive coating inside you. It prevents disease and

soft-tissue injury, and also increases the elasticity of the intestinal

lining. It’s scented to neutralize the fecal smell that all too often

hangs in the air after anal sex. In short, it makes your ass eminently

fuckable.”

I had also heard rumors that Androgen come had life-extending properties,

but I was afraid to ask about that.

“We’ll provide you with an applicator bottle of the solution to use on a

daily basis. Think of it as an extra benefit of working for SM, Inc. Oh,

you lucky fellow!”

The first day on the job took a lot out of me. They had assigned me to the

machine in the co-ed restroom in the municipal airport lounge. Encased

in a Neuromesh bodysuit that reminded me of a wire-frame drawing of an

Iron Maiden, I was ready for action. This metal lattice body-cage thing

connected me both mechanically and electrically to the sex machine,

and it would flex me into various postures and configurations, depending

on the customer’s preferences. It would also monitor my nerve impulses,

control and stabilize my emotions, and tend to my personal needs. Shunts

hooked up to the bloodstream, kidneys, and liver would remove waste

and pump nutrients and stimulants into me. Plugged in and networked,

I had become a peripheral node of the sex machine.

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“Come here. Spread your legs.” She took my genitals in her hand and

palpated them for what seemed like hours. Her touch was cold.

“Turn around. Bend over with hands on knees, and spread your legs. Keep

perfectly still.” I felt her probing between my ass cheeks, then something

cool and slippery was being inserted into me.

“It’s only a finger. Stop squirming! Now get up on the table and lie down.

Please. Flat on your stomach. Spread-eagle your arms and legs.”

Galatea took my left arm by the wrist and began fastening a strap around

it. “Hey, what’s going on?” I croaked.

“I am securing your arms and legs for the next phase of the examination.

So, how badly do you need this job?”

“Badly, Staff Supervisor Galatea,” I said, and I extended my other arm

for her to buckle.

“This shouldn’t be too unpleasant,” she said. “It’s only a proctoscope.

A colonoscopy is mandatory for all our candidates for customer service

positions.”

It didn’t hurt going in. I’ve probably had thicker cocks up my ass. But

she just kept on pushing it in, higher and higher up into my gut. It

must have been a couple of feet deep and it kept going in!

“Excuse me, Supervisor. It feels like you’re a plumber trying to unclog a

stopped-up drain. Geez, you’re using that thing like a Roto Rooter. Ahhh!”

“Oh, hush. It’s not half as bad as that. We’re required to examine the

bottom foot and a half of your rectum and lower colon. You’ll be pleased

to know that your intestines pass muster. You’ll do just fine.”

Now I could feel that monstrous metal snake snaking its way out of me.

Good thing it was lubed up or it would have pulled my guts right back

out of my asshole. Funny thing, though. I had sort of enjoyed the

experience. In fact, I had a raging hardon.

“Uh, excuse me, but what exactly were you looking for inside me?”

“Abnormalities and malformations, of course. But the purpose of the exam

is to judge whether your rectum is suitable for intercourse . . . anal

intercourse, that is. With a bit of conditioning, you’ll do just fine

in that area.”

“Conditioning, Supervisor?”

“Yes. Shall we begin?”

“Well . . . ”

“Climb up on the table again, my good man. This time on your back. Now

raise up your legs, one at a time, and place them into the stirrups.”

Stirrups? Her voice-command had transformed the examination table into

something that would have been right at home in a gynecologist’s office.

Galatea buckled my legs with the restraints, then my arms.

The bottom half of the table tilted upward, exposing my naked crotch

and bottom. I felt totally vulnerable.

“This won’t hurt a bit,” she said.

She had pulled on a latex gloves and was reaching toward me. I felt an

intense freezing shock as she sprayed something on my crotch area.

“A local anesthetic,” she said. I’m going to insert a Sta-Hard implant

beneath the skin of the scrotum. That will enhance your work performance.”

I’d heard of those things. The implants consist of a subminiaturized

electronic module that controls blood flow and nerve impulse propagation

to the penis. They make it possible to sustain an erection for hours at

a time.