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Naked, squatting Camilla gleefully looked up into Carl’s eyes as she finished swallowing all of his come in a private room in Luvlee’s on Friday night; but suddenly, Mrs. Chen barged into the room.



“You’re fired, Camilla! Leave my place now!” her boss yelled.



Blushing Carl put his cock away. “What the fuck?!” he shouted. He zipped up his pants, left the private room, and rushed out of the strip joint in total embarrassment.



“What? Me fired?” Camilla said in shock.



“My place is not a whorehouse!” Mrs. Chen shouted. “Get out!”



Candice, Calina, Li-ping, Dora, and Jasmine were in earshot of all the shouting, and came over to the door to the private room, as did many customers and a few other strippers.



“What’s going on?” Candice asked.



“I’m fired, apparently,” Camilla said, leaving the private room. She was so upset that she forgot to get her purse and her clothes.



“The mayor is here,” Mrs. Chen said. “I don’t want him know what you doing.”



“But I do know,” Mayor Wilson said as he and a few cops joined the crowd of people there. “I don’t believe we’ve met, Camilla.”



“Hi,” Camilla said, shaking his hand. “Am I in trouble for what I just did with that customer?”



“No, not at all,” Superintendent Lewis said. “In fact, your uh, talents are wanted elsewhere.”



“Really?” she asked. “Where?”



“In a big mansion out by Grouse Mountain,” said Hank. “You and your friends are all invited. You’ll be well-paid, too. You’ll all be swimming in money: I promise.”



“If Camilla goes, I go,” Candice defiantly told Mrs. Chen. “I quit.”



“So do I,” said Calina. “I go with cops to mansion.”



“I’m go, too,” said Li-ping.



“What?” Mrs. Chen shouted. “You can’t. You have to work here tonight. You my daughter; do as I say!”



“No!” yelled Li-ping. “I quit, Mommy!”



“Same here,” said Jasmine. “I’m going where the money is more.”



“Me, too,” said Dora.



“OK, girls,” said the mayor, “get in our limos, and we’ll take you to the place. You’ll love it: paid to party.”



“Limos?” said Candice. “Alright!” The girls started towards the front door with the mayor and cops.



“Wait!” shouted Mrs. Chen at her former employees. “You can’t do this! I need you!”



“We just did it,” said Camilla, who wanted out of the bar so quickly, she left both her purse and her clothes. A limo, with its doors open, was waiting for the nude girl right in front of the building.



“Li-ping!” shouted Mrs. Chen. “You come back here!” Her daughter ignored her and walked out the door, arm in arm with the mayor. “Mr. Mayor! I let you have my daughter and this is how you repay me?”



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As the limos drove out of the city towards the mountains, Candice, correctly assuming the cops who sat with her were too corrupt to care, got out some ketamine, chopped a line, and snorted it. “You guys want some?” she asked.



“No thanks,” said Hank, sitting beside her. “We’re good.”



“You don’t mind me doing it?” she asked.



“Nah,” he said. “Enjoy yourself. If you like getting high, you’ll love the special drink we have for all you girls. It’s made from grass, herbs, and, well, lots of things.”



“Yeah?” she asked. “What is it?”



“We’ve been enjoying it for some time now, but it will be something relatively new to you,” he said. “It’s called ‘Nigrovum’. “



“Nigrovum? What’s that?”



“You’ll see, in ways you’ve never seen before. And you’ll feel no pain. You’ll feel like you’re in outer space. Really.”



“Wow. So how do cops and the mayor have enough to afford limos?” she asked.



“Oh, these aren’t our limos,” Hank said. “We have some rich, powerful friends in the world of big business and politics. If you girls entertain them well enough, and indulge their every fantasy, you’ll all benefit in a big way, as will the mayor and Vancouver police.”



“Who are these powerful people?”



“They prefer to remain anonymous.”



Though that last word, reminding Candice of ‘Mr. Anonymous’ Jim, sent a chill down her spine, she assumed that neither he nor his creepy, voyeuristic ilk would be important enough to be part of the night’s adventures, so she forgot about her worries and enjoyed the rest of the ride to the mansion.



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The limos arrived at the five-storey mansion a half-hour later, at around 10:30 PM. It was a beautiful old beige building, of Victorian design. It was between the foot of Grouse Mountain and a densely-wooded nearby forest.



When Camilla got out of her limo to look at the mansion, she got a vaguely eerie feeling about the place. She looked at the address. “1111 Morse Road,” she read on a sign by the front door as she went in. A recording of Nocturnal, a composition for soprano, male chorus and orchestra by avant-garde classical composer Edgard Varese, could be heard playing. It was a dark, dissonant piece of music: one could hear men’s voices repeatedly chanting, “You belong to the night.”



The mayor and cops brought the six girls into the mansion, then started walking away. “Mister Mayor,” said Li-ping. “Where you going?”



“We’re going to slip into something more comfortable,” he told her, then he went into another room with the policemen. Li-ping started to feel scared without her new lover near her. Jasmine and Dora also started feeling anxious without Hank and Superintendent Lewis with them.



Some men in virtually identical-looking black suits and masks approached the girls. Their masks all looked different, but had one thing in common: grotesque and grinning, they were like those masks worn in ancient Greek comedies.



The masked men led the girls up five flights of stairs to the top floor; by the time they all got there, the girls were eagerly hoping to find chairs to rest on. As they went single file into a fairly large waiting room, they noticed, above the doorway, a sign: ‘Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate’; none of the girls understood Italian, so they quickly forgot about it.



In the room there were eight naked, muscular young men and two naked young women. Only ever-horny Calina showed any sexual interest in them, the three black men in particular, Clarence being one of them. The other five men were three whites, an Asian, and an aboriginal. Their cocks, long and semi-erect from the sight of the two naked women and from the expectation of enjoying these six new women, made it safe to assume that the sexy studs were all well-hung. The girls would soon learn just how correct that assumption was.



Camilla, having interest only in older men, couldn’t care less about the youths; but instead hoped for some handsome mature lovers, since she too had been told about the wealthy, powerful men who’d be attending the party; what’s more, she hoped to enjoy making love to little Li-ping. Li-ping, only wanting to be with the mayor, was scared: she didn’t want any of those naked young men touching her, and feared being forced to let them have her. Candice, feeling the ketamine start to take effect, didn’t want those men touching her, either, but feeling the effect of the ketamine would help her not care. Dora and Jasmine, wondering where Lewis and Hank were, hoped they wouldn’t have to have sex with those youths, either.



The two naked women, one white and the other aboriginal, were even more scared. They tried to ignore the ogling of the eight naked youths; the only reason the men hadn’t gang-banged them was because they’d been ordered by the masked men not to touch them until after all sixteen people had been ‘examined’. There were four masked men in the room, too: one standing at each wall in the middle. The naked women could feel their staring eyes, and were even more nervous about the fact that they couldn’t see the men’s faces: who were they? What were they thinking about? What did they want? The naked women, not even wearing make-up, also felt uneasy about how their facial imperfections were clearly on display in the well-lit room. Did the men think they were ugly? The eerie grins on those grotesque masks caused even more anxiety: did the masks’ expressions reflect the real men within?



The aboriginal, a 20-year-old prostitute, was pretty and petite, like Li-ping and Dora. She looked a lot like porn star Hyapatia Lee. A drug addict with an abusive pimp for a boyfriend, she would have killed herself if it hadn’t been for the mayor and chief of police telling her about this great money-making opportunity.



The white woman, a 22-year-old single mother and stripper from a strip-joint several blocks away from Luvlee’s, had wavy blonde hair almost down to her shoulders, and vulnerable brown eyes. She was full-figured, with fairly large breasts and blonde pubic hair, but she was also somewhat pot-bellied. It was obvious from the edgy look on her face that she was insecure about her looks, since her lack of makeup meant her face’s slight blemishes and pimples, however small and few, were clearly visible to everyone. Being naked before strangers was a lot easier in a dark strip joint than it was in these bright rooms. What made her even more uncomfortable, both psychologically and physically, was her need to take a shit; so she frequently squirmed and pushed her pretty round buttocks together to prevent farts.



As soon as all six of the new arrivals came in the room, one of the masked men said, “OK, girls, take off all your clothes and wait here to be examined. Remove your makeup and nail polish, too: we want you to be all natural.”



Calina, wearing only a red slip and high heels, happily got naked, eagerly waiting to fuck the naked men. She grinned a slutty grin as all the men–nude and masked–stared at her large breasts, hairy pussy, and round ass.



The other clothed women, however, were extremely reluctant to get naked in front of all these strangers. Camilla, already nude, didn’t care about that, and could accept removing her makeup; but she didn’t want to remove her nail polish, for fear of those black lines on her finger- and toenails being seen.



“Quickly, ladies,” another masked man said impatiently. “Strip–down to your bare asses.”



“W-where’s the mayor?” Li-ping asked, fighting back sobs.



“Strip!” another masked man shouted. “Now!”



“Come on, you girls!” the naked white woman shouted. “We don’t wanna be the only ones!”



So Jasmine, Dora, and Li-ping slowly and nervously unzipped their dresses, and let them drop on the floor, exposing their pretty lace bras and panties.



“Alright,” one of the masked men grunted. Li-ping sobbed softly as she pulled her panties down. Whistling ensued as the other girls removed their underwear. Jasmine, whose breasts were slightly larger than Dora’s and Li-ping’s, was the least uneasy about showing them to everyone; so her brassiere came off fairly quickly. But Dora and Li-ping reluctantly unclipped their bras and took them off, afraid of whoever wouldn’t like their tiny tits. The whistles and moans of pleasure from the men–nude and clothed–didn’t ease the girls’ minds. After kicking off their high heels, the six girls went over to a sink in the room and washed off their makeup and nail polish. After a few minutes, they were finished, and they dried themselves off.



Camilla at first wanted to hide her hands and feet to prevent those black lines from being seen; then she looked at the hands of one of the masked men, and saw that he had the same marks on his fingernails, too. She then looked at Candice’s hands and feet, and noticed that even she had the black marks! Though she now didn’t feel so alone with this physical imperfection, she feared for her friend, wondering if both of them were sick with the microscopic black ‘eggs’ in their blood.



Now that everyone in the room was naked (except the four masked men), some other masked men came in with trays of wine glasses; but the drink inside them wasn’t wine–it had a dark green colour. Each of the sixteen naked people was given a glass.



“What is this?” asked one of the naked white men.



“It’s called ‘Nigrovum’,” said one of the masked men. “Drink up: it’ll make you feel fantastic.”



All the naked people finished the drink quickly; Candice drank up with particular enthusiasm, since her ketamine high was already very powerful, and she hoped this drink would augment her buzz greatly. The masked men took the empty glasses out of the room.



A voice on an intercom suddenly said, “Vicky: go into the next room to be examined.” The aboriginal woman went into the room.



The other girls were getting nervous, wondering what was going to happen. Were they just going to dance erotically for their guests? Were they going to give them lap-dances? Or were they going to have to prostitute themselves? Would they have to do degrading things? Did the drink have the date-rape drug in it? Would they be raped? Would they be beaten and abused? Being naked in front of men whose faces they couldn’t see only worsened their fears. Who were these men?



“I’m scared,” said sobbing Li-ping. “Where’s Mayor Wilson? I feel much safer with him.”



“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Camilla said, putting her arm around the pretty Taiwanese girl. “We’ll protect you; I promise.”



“What if you can’t?” Li-ping asked.



“Where’s Hank?” Jasmine asked, looking around the room anxiously. “I don’t like this.”



“Neither do I,” Dora said. “Where’s Superintendent Lewis? What about our money?” She sensed something menacing about those grinning masks.



Camilla felt Li-ping’s body trembling with fear as she had her arm around her. Though she hated to see the pretty girl so frightened, she was getting excited from touching her soft skin; she was also getting impatient about when the fucking would start. “When is this being in limbo going to end?” she asked.



“Not too much longer,” said a masked man. “When the party proper starts, you’ll be feeling so good, you’ll see just how much it was worth the wait.”



Though Candice didn’t like the affection Camilla was giving Li-ping, the ketamine, on which she was now peaking, made her feel impervious to the pain of jealousy. Also, she was biding her time looking at Jasmine’s pretty face.



Li-ping, dying from all the suspense, put her head on Camilla’s shoulder, and Camilla gently kissed her on the forehead. She also gently stroked Li-ping’s left buttock. Camilla was breathing heavily and getting wet. Li-ping just continued softly sobbing. “Oh, don’t cry, sweetie,” Camilla said. “It’ll all be over with soon enough.”



“Why my mommy have to be so mean,” Li-ping said between sobs. “If she nice to me, I wouldn’t be a stripper, and not here, this scary place. If she nice to you, you not fired. I’m sorry for what she do to you.”



“I’ll be OK,” Camilla said, hugging Li-ping closer to her. “I don’t like my mommy either. I got away from her, and I’m glad. You’re right to get away from your mom, too.”



“My mommy make me be a stripper,” Li-ping said. “I never want to; I just want go to university, study engineering, and do respectable work.”



“After we finish this job, you’ll have so much money you’ll be able to pay for your university and living expenses ten times over, I’m sure of it,” Camilla said, kissing Li-ping on the cheek. “You’ll be able to get far away from your mom. Have faith, and hang on until the end of the night.”



Apparently, Vicky was finished in the other room, for the voice on the intercom said, “Sandy: it’s your turn. Go in the examination room.” The blonde woman nervously went in.



Sandy saw Vicky, frowning, walk out another door opposite the one she used to enter. In the small, well-lit room, Sandy saw a dozen masked men, also in expensive, almost identical black suits. They were sitting on chairs arranged in a circle. Again, the masks were of the same grotesque design, with unnerving grins. It frightened her to be the only naked woman in the room, especially with her pot belly, flawed skin, and gas. All this among men she didn’t know, whose facial expressions were hidden, so she had no clue as to what they were thinking.



“Come in the centre,” a masked man said in an Italian accent. “So we can all get a good look at you.”



“What d’you wanna do?” she asked with a tremulous voice.



“Examine every inch of your body,” another masked man said, in a French accent.



“Why?” Her whole body was now shaking.



“Because it pleases us to know everything about your body,” a third masked man said, in a German accent.



“Well, OK, but…can I use the bathroom first?” asked, quietly farting. There was a powerful faecal odour that embarrassed her.



“No,” said the first masked man. “You must piss and shit later.”



“But…I’ll stink up the room,” she said, on the verge of tears.



“We’re enjoying the smell,” said a fourth man in a Russian accent. “It’s a fetish of ours.”



“Sit on the floor and spread your legs,” the second man said.



She squatted down on the floor, and when she began spreading her legs, she farted audibly. The men chuckled, sniffing away gleefully. “You have a trumpet bum, my dear,” a fifth man said in a Spanish accent. She started to cry.



“Don’t be embarrassed,” the third man said as he bent forward and looked up close at her pussy. “We like nature’s smells.” He fingered her cunt, opening the labia wide.



“Your asshole fascinates me,” said the third man. “Get on all fours, and point your ass at me. I want to see your asshole up close.”



Still sobbing, she did as she was told. Who are these men? she thought; What are they thinking? What do they want? Are they going to fuck me, or just look at me and humiliate me?



The German spread her buttocks open wide, and brought his face near; she broke wind again, but silently. He felt the breeze against his face, and breathed it all in.



The men continued fondling her all over, having her turn around so every man could see every inch of her body; she continued farting and crying. They made comments in their own languages. It was driving her mad not to know who they were, or what they were saying about her body. She tried to remind herself of why she was here: to get the money so she could provide a better life for her baby daughter. She had many hands feeling her up simultaneously, grabbing her tits, squeezing her ass, patting her on her pot belly, tickling her pubic hair, groping her vulva, and touching her legs. They made her feel like a piece of meat, not a human being. All those eyes looking up close at every goose-bump on her skin, knowing her anatomy better than she did, and she had no idea who the men were. After every man thoroughly examined her breasts, buttocks, pubic hair, pussy, asshole, legs, and feet, feeling around inside and out, she was asked to leave. She gladly left, though not without an end to her crying.



Vicky, in the next room, put her arms around her. “Don’t cry, Sandy,” she said. “Remember what’s at the end of this ordeal: all that money.”



“That money had better be there!” she shouted in sobs. “That was so degrading; they made me feel like an animal. But I gotta do it, for my beautiful baby. I don’t want her to grow up working class, like me.”



Candice went into the examination room next. The ketamine made her feel protected from the masked men’s ogling and groping: she simply didn’t care about all those probing hands and judging, faceless eyes.



Then Calina went in. Her horny exhibitionism was tempered only by insecurities about how the men would react to her hairiness; not being able to see their faces, and not understanding the languages she heard made her even more nervous. Only the Russian’s remarks eased her mind: in Russian, he said, “I want to feel that pretty hairy pussy tickling my face.” She hoped to get a fuck from him later; she’d have to try to remember his mask, purple, with a long beak nose. Those 24 hands feeling up her breasts, buttocks, pussy, and asshole got her soaking wet between the legs.

Next to go in was Li-ping. She cried incessantly during the whole ‘examination’. As all those hands pawed at her defenceless body, she kept begging for the mayor to come and take her away; actually, he was one of the men, but he never told her. If only she’d known that he wasn’t the good man she thought he was. Then Dora went in; though she didn’t cry, she shook with fear, especially when she had to bend over. As her beautiful little virgin asshole was being enthusiastically examined, she again had fears of being anally raped. Jasmine went in next; she felt the fear, but also disgust at how contemptuously she was being treated.



Finally it was Camilla’s turn. Though she happily displayed herself to these mysterious men, and allowed them to touch her all over, she was worried about how they’d react to those black lines of hers. She saw the same lines on their fingernails, too; this eased her worries, but also made her wonder if this meant she had something in common with such creepy people. Indeed, that eerie sense of commonality was increased when she began to sense a strange psychic connection with them. She’d always felt a psychic connection with others, hence that uncanny ability of hers to know people’s fantasies; but this was a stronger, remarkably vivid, mutual connection. She somehow knew that these men could also feel the connection with her.



“Oui,” said the Frenchman. “She is the one whom the Nigrovum fertilized.” She, of course, had no idea what he meant by that. “She is The One. We must take her up through Satan’s tail, and offer her outside, on the grass, grass like what the Nigrovum fell on.” They all bowed before her. “La femme sacrificiale.”



More enigmatic remarks. What on earth was ‘Satan’s tail’? That last expression was the last thing she could make out, for the Nigrovum was taking effect, and her perceptions were suddenly too dulled for the rest of his words to be at all coherent to her. She had some vague sense of danger, though the drug was making her too dreamy to let her continue thinking about it. She was told to go into the room where the other girls were.



When she joined the other girls, even she, in her drugged state, could see that they were now all just as intoxicated by the drink as she was. They all continued waiting as the eight naked men, one by one, entered the room to join them after being ‘examined’. They, too, were dazed by the effects of the Nigrovum. A masked man told them to follow him down the stairs to the fourth floor, where the first orgy would take place.



“Finally, the fucking begins,” Camilla said in slurs. “No more limbo.” They all went down.



In a large room down there, the word LUST was written in large letters in red lipstick on one of the walls. There were large TV screens mounted on all the walls: they were showing scenes from hardcore pornographic movies, with images of gangbangs, gloryhole sex, pissing, scat, sex with animals, gay sex, interracial sex, older men fucking teenage girls, MILFs with young men, rapes, bukkake, BDSM, lesbian sex, and even kiddie porn surrounding the sixteen soon-to-be lovers, to inspire their lust. Instead of being horrified at the more extreme, illegal images, the sixteen nudes were completely desensitized to the video debauchery, thanks to the Nigrovum. Camilla, a little more psychically attuned to what was going on, felt a little fear and perturbation at what was on display on some of the scenes, the look of terror in the eyes of some of the not-so-willing onscreen lovers. Still, even her worries were muffled by the high she was feeling from the drink; also, the expectation of soon-to-come sex kept her spirits up.



Inspired by the gangbang video, the eight naked youths looked around for two willing females. The three white men and the Asian took Camilla, and the three blacks and aboriginal took Calina, who giggled with delight at being picked up and carried over to an open area on the floor to fuck.



One of the white men lay on the floor on the other side of the room, and Camilla got on all fours over him; he put his already erect cock in her moist pussy. The Asian, lacking lubricant, spat on her asshole and on his big cock, and slid it in slowly. The second white man put his cock in her mouth, and she started sucking with verve while taking the cock of the third white man in her left hand and jerking him off, always keeping it pointed at her face.



Meanwhile, Calina lay on her back on the belly of the aboriginal, who, lying on the floor, had spat on her virgin asshole; he slid his cock in. Always open to new experiences, Calina welcomed this ass-gaping. Clarence, ever a worshipper of her big breasts, put his cock between them and wrapped them tightly around his manhood; he blissfully moved his dick up and down between their smooth softness. The other two black men entered her soaking hairy cunt and salivating mouth. She started squealing away.



Candice, inspired by the lesbian video, went up to Jasmine, took the pretty black girl’s cheeks in her gentle, caressing hands, and softly kissed her sensuous lips. Ever since Candice had started working at Luvlee’s, she’d been captivated by Jasmine’s beauty, especially by her watery eyes. Jasmine was surprised to have been kissed by a girl, this being her very first time, but she liked it. She’d always been open to lesbian sex; she just hadn’t gotten around to it yet. Certainly doing it with a girl was a lot better than doing it with one of those studs, or with any of those creepy masked men…unless one of them had happened to be Hank. The two girls lay on the floor, with Candice on top, and made love, a rare moment of gentleness that whole night.



Sandy, in a stoned stupor, freely broke wind without inhibition as she stood in the middle of the room, the other lovers being too high and preoccupied with sex to notice the odour at all. Two masked men, though, who had coprophiliac urges, approached her, one from the front and one from behind. The one in front took her by the upper arms and pulled down, while the one behind bent over, grabbed her by the lower legs, and pulled up, kissing her round buttocks as he and the other man got her on the floor on all fours. Too stoned to care, Sandy acquiesced completely, always remembering the huge amount of money she expected to get the next day. The man in front unzipped his black dress pants and pulled his hard cock out; he shoved it in her mouth, pushing it all the way in and making her deep-throat him. She briefly gagged at first, but soon got her sense of rhythm and was sucking him off expertly.



“Oh, I like…this skank,” he said in grunts as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth.



The other man spread her legs wide open and pulled her ass forward so he could have that farting asshole up close to his face. He licked her smelly crack as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick dick, a formidable eight inches. He opened her asshole and felt the breeze of her farts blow kisses on his face; between farts, he licked her asshole and fingered her clitoris to get her pussy wet. Then he shoved his peninsular manhood halfway inside her cunt: she squealed with surprise at its size, farting loudly. He kept pushing it in deeper, amazing her all the more; this was her first moment of pleasure that whole night. Her screams of delight were muffled by the other man’s hard cock in her mouth, a cock she kissed and licked intermittently between sucks as she played with his balls. As the man behind fucked her pussy, his finger probed her asshole, searching for shit.



Vicky was taken by two masked men; they put her on the floor on all fours. One man put his cock in her mouth, and the other greased up his cock and her asshole well, and slipped right in. Vicky loved anal, and squealed as she sucked the first man’s dick. This is a lot better than doing it with my pimp, she thought; though these guys are aggressive, at least they don’t slap me around.



Li-ping and Dora stood in the middle of the room in their high daze, two timid petite girls who were totally confused and disoriented as to what was going on. Eight masked men came up to them, a quartet taking each girl to opposite corners of the room. Both girls were put on all fours, with a man underneath to fuck their pussies, and a man behind to give it to them in the ass, and two men each in front of their faces, one to get head and another to get jerked off. Totally acquiescent from the Nigrovum, the girls tried to remember the money they’d been promised.



Too drugged even to be aware she was being gangbanged, Li-ping thought she was dreaming, having sex with four clones of Mayor Wilson. (Actually, he was the man behind her, lubing her pretty black virgin anus and sliding his huge cock inside.) Looking up shyly at the grinning faces on the masks, she thought–in her drugged state–that the masks were real faces that seemed to come to life and move. They looked like they were laughing at her. (Indeed, the men were chuckling as they fucked her.) Because of the effect of the drink, their voices had the distorted, warped sound of slowed-down tape: this made the laughing sound even creepier.



In her stupor, Dora too thought she was dreaming. She imagined herself with only Superintendent Lewis; indeed, he was there with the other men. He was lubing her pretty virgin asshole and about to shove it in. She timidly looked up at the mask of the man she was blowing, and like Li-ping, she thought the mask was a living face, and that the grin on the mask was moving, eerily laughing at her with that warped, slowed-down-tape sound. Who are these men? she thought. Because the Nigrovum made her feel desensitized to any pain or feelings of shock, as it did the other naked fifteen, she hardly at all noticed Lewis’ big cock pushing all the way inside her tight, tiny asshole, stretching it wide open.



As they all continued fucking, two things could be heard over loudspeakers: the liturgical words of a mysterious ceremony, and another composition by the avant-garde musician Edgard Varese, Arcana, for full orchestra. Everyone on Nigrovum heard liturgical words with one content, while those having not drunk the potent drug heard a quite different content. Due to her highly-developed psychic abilities, which had been in many ways augmented by the Nigrovum, Camilla could hear a bit of both; she found herself shifting back and forth from one version to the other.



When the Asian spat on her asshole and slid his cock inside her, Camilla in her stupor imagined he was Mr. Chen during her anal deflowering; this young Asian, however, was much more endowed, at almost seven inches, and thicker, too. Has Mr. Chen been using one of those penis-enlargement pumps? she thought; I thought they didn’t work.



“One body in love, men ruling with women,…” began the words of the liturgy, as the drugged nude lovers heard it.



Doped-up Camilla imagined the man under her, fucking her pussy, was Mr. Langella; indeed, the young man’s cock felt as delicious and fulfilling as her former art teacher’s; her pussy was smiling. It would have frowned to know, however, that the cock inside it was attached to a 19-year-old stud who’d dropped out of school in grade ten; as unsexy as they came, in her opinion.



“One body, one government, ruling the world,…” the liturgy began, as Camilla and the masked men had heard it.



The cock in her mouth seemed to be Carl’s scrumptious phallus, the one she’d enjoyed sucking in Luvlee’s before she was canned; actually, it was that of an 18-year-old who was on parole–again, not her type.



The violent dissonance of Varese’s music sounded eerie and frightening to Camilla, though the pleasure she got from being stuffed by those cocks made her forget her worries.



“Promoting equality, racial harmony, improvement, serenity,…” was noted especially by Calina, Candice, and Jasmine as they continued enjoying their interracial sex. The men in masks, however, chuckled as they continued fucking and sodomizing Vicky, Li-ping, and Dora, hearing the real words: “Promoting equal racial humbling, impoverishment, and servility…”



Sandy simultaneously came and farted at her loudest when she heard the liturgy continue: “Establishing world peace, a state of bliss for the common people.” As she continued licking, kissing, and sucking off the man in front of her, intermittently deep-throating him and shaking his testes, she almost felt peaceful herself. Maybe with that money, she thought, I won’t be common anymore, and my beautiful daughter can have a chance at a decent life.



Looking up at the apparently laughing mask, she didn’t hear what they’d heard: “Establishing a world police state, an abyss for the common people.” The man behind her, still fucking her multi-orgasmic pussy, gleefully sniffed her flatulence and stuck his finger deep inside her asshole.



Camilla and Calina were shaking and squealing with the pleasure they received from their panting partners, all of them approaching orgasm. Candice went down on Jasmine, feverishly licking her pussy while fingering her own. Both girls were about to come, too, for Jasmine’s body was vibrating from Candice’s electric tongue, and Candice was being overcome with the ecstatic affection she was feeling for her new lover. The two girls were inspired to hear, it seemed, these liturgical words: “Feeling boundless sensual joy, the people will be cared for by that global village, the state.”



The masked men continued chuckling as they enjoyed Vicky, Sandy, Li-ping, and Dora, their masks ever seeming to the drugged women as real faces, laughing at them as their mouths, pussies, and asses were being fucked. The men heard what was really said: “Feeling bound by sensuality, the people will be caged by that global villainy, the state.”



Camilla had already come five times: the groin area of the man under her was drenched in the cooze he’d inspired. The Asian fucking her ass was really digging a deep tunnel in her happy rectum. This fuck was a real workout; they were sweating raindrops on each other. She kissed and licked the tip of the cock she’d been sucking while keeping the dick she was jerking off pointed straight at her left cheek. She was hoping for a massive facial, and she knew the guys were just about to blow.



“Bukkake!” she suddenly shouted, feeling the psychic influence of the liturgical chanter. The Asian and white man under her pulled out of her holes and stood up with the other two. All in a circle around her, they jerked off over her head, which pointed up at the ceiling.



Calina, too, was screaming from the pleasurable impaling she was getting: she’d come six times already, splashing her jizz on the crotch of the black man in her pussy, and on the legs of the aboriginal who was probing her newly-broken-in rectum. The black cock she was sucking was like a giant chocolate bar: thick and hard, with no hollowness. She greedily deep-throated it as often and as long as she could, she so worshipped its phallic magnificence. She was convinced of the old cliche: when you go black, you don’t go back. Clarence continued slipping his cock up and down between her big tits, squeezing them gently and playing with them.



“These are…so amazing,” he groaned.



Inspired by Camilla’s scream of bukkake, the aboriginal and black in Calina’s pussy both pulled out, stood up with Clarence, and surrounded her as Camilla’s men had surrounded her. They were now jerking off, pointing their dicks at Calina’s most receptive face and hair.



“We got…the hair…between your…legs wet; now we’ll…get the…hair on…your head wet,” Clarence moaned as he played with himself, his dick pointed right at her nose, only a centimetre or two away.



The masked men doing the liturgy had monitors in their room so they could watch and enjoy the orgy on the fourth floor (there were monitors for every room on every floor to know what was always going on). Using the psychic powers Nigrovum gave them, they were able to regulate the desire of all the lovers to ensure the bukkake ejaculations were perfectly synchronized.



Candice was moaning as she fingered herself and Jasmine’s cunt; her mouth was all over Jasmine’s infinitely black asshole, licking it and kissing it. Surprised at how much she was enjoying Candice’s talents at cunnilingus and anilingus, Jasmine was glad to have a new lover.



Vicky’s men also pulled out, got up, and pointed their cocks at her face, as did the men with Sandy, Li-ping, and Dora. As those girls’ faces and hair were sprinkled on with the come of their men, these words were heard: “Nigrovum fell from the sky, from the god Set, to enlighten mankind. Its tiny black drops bedecked, like morning dew, the grass, the earth’s hair.” Candice and Jasmine came, and as Candice was licking the come off Jasmine’s pussy, Jasmine returned the favour, moving over to lick Candice’s come off hers. Calina’s face and hair were saturated with come, and some of the men’s come dripped on her hairy cunt, which was also covered with her own come.



“Oh, I love…black cocks,” squatting Calina said, hugging her standing black men close to her and gently kissing each of the men’s spent members. “Please take…good care of them…make me feel…so good.” The aboriginal felt annoyed to be left out of that.



Finally, as these words were heard, it was time for Camilla’s facial: “We sought the one who received Nigrovum and we found her, brushing her hair against the green hair of the earth. Hail, Set! The birth of a new era!”



Then, Camilla heard these words, as did the masked men: “With her, we shall spread Nigrovum throughout the world, and our power shall grow! Hail, Satan! The birth of a new era!”



Troubled at the sound of that demonized name, Camilla thought, I hope that’s just something like Anton Szandor LaVey Satanism, not the extreme kind you hear the Church warning us about.”



All the lovers lay on the floor, breathing so heavily to regain their breath, it was as though the winds of a violent storm were blowing them about without rest.



Several of the masked men then led the sixteen nudes down the stairs to the third floor, in a room where the word GLUTTONY was written in shit in big, brown letters on a wall. TV screens on the walls showed video of corpulent people pigging out on fattening, greasy food. Varese’s Deserts, for wind, percussion and electronic tape could be heard playing on a speaker in the room. The eight naked young men were told to lie next to each other on their backs in a row on the floor. After they did so, the girls got their instructions.



“Each of you girls pick a man and stand over him, your legs on either side of his hips,” said a masked man. The girls did as directed: Camilla, Jasmine, and Li-ping chose the white men; Calina chose Clarence; Sandy and Dora chose the other two black men; Vicky chose the aboriginal man; and Candice chose the Asian. “Now, squat and piss on the men.”



As all the girls squatted and waited for their urine to flow, doped-up Sandy asked in slurs, “Can I shit now?”



Not now,” said another masked man. “After your piss, you girls will all shit.”



As the eight girls began pissing on the torsos of the eight naked men, all sixteen of them seemed to hear, over a TV speaker, these words from the continuing liturgy: “We will spread bliss all over mankind: hail, Set!”



There were eight masked men in the room with the naked sixteen. The masked men stood on an elevated stage so their expensive shoes wouldn’t get soiled by the pool of piss that was spreading all over the floor; they laughed as they watched the naked men receive their golden showers, and heard the real liturgical words, which Camilla thought she’d heard, too: “We will spray piss all over mankind: hail, Satan!”

Clarence looked up at Calina and smiled as he watched her bathe his chest in her golden juice. Camilla was content to piss on her man; she deemed him, in his youth and simplemindedness, unworthy of her. Though compliant, the other six girls were annoyed to be such objects of degradation; the Nigrovum’s potent effect made them too weak-willed to resist. Vicky looked down in sadness on the man she was pissing on, a fellow native. She found him handsome; he looked up at her with gentle eyes, seemingly ignorant of how he was being humiliated.



The drugged nudes heard these ritual words: “Man will fly with the gifts we give him.” The girls, looking at the grinning masks on the well-dressed men who watched them piss, thought again that the masks were real, grotesque faces, eerily laughing at them with distorted voices. Actually, the men were chuckling under those masks when they heard the real words of the continuing ceremony: “Man will die in the filth we leave him in.”



The girls finished pissing and straightened up.



“Boys, get up and go into the next room; sit at the dining room table there,” a masked man said.



The naked men got up and did as they were told, splashing their feet in the shallow yellow pond as they left the room. A masked man gestured to a pile of bowls lying next to him on the stage where he and the other masked men stood. “Each girl take a bowl and stand before each of us,” he said. The girls obeyed. “Now put the bowl at your feet.” The girls did. “Turn around, squat over the bowls making sure your anuses are aimed over the middles of the bowls, and shit in them.” The girls turned around and squatted as directed. The masked men also squatted to get a closer look.



“Finally. Oh!” Sandy moaned as she sprayed diarrhea into her bowl.



The coprophiliac masked man behind her grinned a grin to match that of his mask as he saw the brown pour out of her anus. “Oh, how I love to watch your asshole in action,” he said.



The other masked men similarly enjoyed watching turds being pushed out of their girls’ arseholes. The room had an abominable reek that would make a pigsty seem like a perfume store in comparison.



When the girls finished shitting, they straightened up.



“Toilet paper?” Sandy asked, relieved to be no longer farting.



“We’ll clean you in the room next door,” a masked man said, gesturing to a door leading to a shower area. “But first, spread your legs out as wide as you can, bend over, and pick up your bowls.”



The girls did as they were told, and the masked men thrilled to see and sniff the girls’ muddy assholes up close. The men put their hands on the bent-over girls’ buttocks to spread them open wider and get a better look at each fudge-coated, puckered anus; the girls all looked back up at the men in surprise at this bizarre fetish.



“Monsieur Leroy would love this,” Camilla said.



Byen tai [in Chinese, 'perverted'],” Li-ping said. Is the mayor the man who’s looking at my asshole? she wondered. (He was.)



Dora looked up in fear at the ogling man. Who is he? she wondered. (He was the chief of police.) She tried to ease her mind again by remembering the money she was promised, and how she’d be able to pay off her mother’s debts.



Sandy, too, tried to reassure herself of the money she was promised as she watched the coprophiliac behind her sniff her asshole. It’s all for my daughter, she thought, all for my beautiful little baby girl.



“OK,” the masked man ogling Jasmine’s asshole said (he was Hank). “Take your bowls into the dining room where your lovers are, and each of you is to put her bowl on the table before one of the men.” The girls took their bowls of shit over there and gave each seated naked man one. On the right side of each bowl was a fork and soup spoon; on the left, a knife.



“Girls, go back into the previous room,” said a masked man in the dining room, “and through it into the shower room. There, you will be cleaned.” As Camilla went with the other girls out of the dining room, she sneered to see the naked men lick their lips and pick up their silverware; in their drugged state, they seemed to see fudge desserts before them.



“Boys, bon appétit,” a masked man said, giggling.



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In the shower room, the masked men, always on a stage to keep their polished shoes dry, had hand-held shower heads and soap ready to clean the girls’ pussies and assholes. Each man called a girl by her name to come over to him, so he could have the girl he wanted.



When each girl stood by her man, he told her to spread her legs and bend over so he could see everything; the girls did as they were told. The men thoroughly probed and soaped up each girl’s vagina and rectum with their eager fingers, leaving not one millimetre of vaginal or anal wall untouched. Camilla, Calina, and Candice loved it; though the other girls felt humiliated, they strangely enjoyed the massaging sensations too. The men also washed the come off the girls’ faces and hair.



The men rinsed the soap away and dried the girls off. The girls straightened up, and the men began roughly fondling and groping them.



Camilla, somewhat more conscious than the other girls, said, “Please be gentle,” to her groper; he wouldn’t be.



The other girls were peaking from the effects of the Nigrovum, and didn’t care how they were being felt up. Their heads were buzzing from the high. This was especially true of Sandy, who moaned not from sexual pleasure, but from being completely stoned. Staring at the ceiling in a daze, she sensed the hands of her masked man squeeze her tits and buttocks, roughly paw at her vulva, and stab his finger in her ass; she barely even seemed to notice.



Dora’s man (Lewis, though she didn’t know) was fingering her anus with his left hand and groping her crotch with his other. He wanted to kiss her, but didn’t, because doing so would mean moving up his mask and revealing at least part of his face. A large part of the pleasure these men were getting was from knowing the girls had no idea who their oglers and gropers were. The masked men knew everything about the naked sixteen, who knew absolutely nothing about the masked men. The only thing known about the masked men was that they were perverts. Dora felt a fear mitigated only by her high as she timidly looked into the man’s eyes, the only part of his face she could see. Though the man was assuredly Lewis, a man she thought was a good man, she saw not his real, handsome face, but a grotesque mask…his real face, in another sense.



“OK,” a masked man said. “We’ve had our fun for now. Now, girls: go out the door over there and down the stairs to the second floor.” He pointed to a door opposite the one the girls entered. Everyone left the shower room and descended to the second floor.



On one of the walls was written the word GREED, in huge gold letters. The whole room was filled with priceless antique furniture and paintings of wealthy people. The whole room exhaled opulence.



Here was where the ritual was taking place. The High Priest, surrounded in a circle of candles and wearing black costuming with horns on his head, continued the liturgy: “Man in his avaricious quest for wealth rapes the earth and exploits the poor. The greedy bankers must be controlled. We, the guardians, shall rein them in.”



Four of the other masked men paired the eight girls in this manner: Camilla and Candice, Calina and Sandy, Li-ping and Dora, and Vicky and Jasmine. The first four girls, being big-breasted, were first to receive instructions.



“OK, girls,” one of the four masked men said. “Rub those titties together. It’s a competition: whose boobs are the best. Push away!”



At first, the girls giggled and sighed with excitement as they brushed their quickly-hardening nipples against each other. Candice, now coming down from the ketamine, looked lovingly in the eyes of Camilla, who looked lewdly back at her. Calina looked in the same lewd way into the eyes of Sandy, who felt awkward, having never before done anything remotely lesbian.



“No, girls,” another of the four masked men said. “Don’t tickle your nipples together: push your whole tits together! Squeeze!” He, next to Calina and Sandy, pushed their backs in to squish the girls closer to each other. Camilla and Candice pushed together of their own accord.



As the tit-squeezing continued, much to the girls’ discomfort and pain, the High Priest continued with his hypocritical homily on greed: “Why, capitalists, do you hoard? Why, hawkish politicians, do you squander to build destructive armies?”



“Joust with those jugs!” the first man lasciviously said. “Push those big money bags together, those treasure chests!”



The other four girls, not being well-endowed, were made to stand back to back and bend over. Since both petite pairs were of girls of equal height, their buttocks rubbed together. The four masked men each stood before the head of each bent-over girl; the men unzipped their pants and pulled out their hard cocks. They put them in the girls’ mouths to suck.



“Rub your asses together, girls,” said the man being sucked off by Li-ping. The quartet of cocksuckers gladly rubbed away, for they got more pleasure feeling the small buttocks of the girls rubbing against them than they did from blowing the men. Sometimes, a buttock would go between the crack of the opposite girl, and rub against her moist vulva.



The High Priest continued, and this is what the drugged girls heard: “The World Government will seize the wealth of the greedy and spread it out equally to the needy.” Everyone else in the room heard this: “The World Government will steal the wealth of the people and spend it all, heedless of the needy.” The men in masks laughed.



The eight naked youths, having finished their ‘dessert’, and having been bathed (their mouths were also thoroughly cleaned with mouthwash), came down to the second floor to join the girls.



Nearing ejaculation, the masked men being sucked off noticed red-breasted Camilla, Candice, Calina, and Sandy resting to ease their soreness. “Keep rubbing! Hard!” one of the masked men shouted. The girls reluctantly started rubbing again.



Seconds after, the four men came in the four petite girls’ mouths. Still rubbing their buttocks together, the girls wanted to spit out the come. “No!” shouted one of the men as he zipped up his pants. “Swallow it!” The girls sadly obeyed. Li-ping, wanting to throw up, coughed after swallowing. “Follow us down to the ground floor.” All sixteen naked people followed the four masked men down the stairs.



The word ANGER was written in blood in big letters on a wall. TVs mounted on the walls showed movie scenes of angry people shouting at one another or fighting; there was also video of people drowning.



One of the masked men shouted, as if in a rage, “FUCK!” at the sixteen frightened nudes. Calina paired up with Clarence; Candice and Jasmine each had one of the other two blacks and went into a corner all together; Li-ping was taken by the Asian; Dora had a white man; Sandy had the other two white men; Vicky and the aboriginal man had sex; and Camilla, not at all interested in the youths, hoped one of the masked men would please her.



Three masked men came up to her; she psychically sensed they would be desirable–indeed, they were Mayor Wilson, Superintendent Lewis, and Hank, though she didn’t know who they were. The men pulled their cocks out of their pants, and Wilson lay on the floor. She knew he wanted her asshole, so she lay on him on her back, and he lubed her and slid it in. Hank got on top and put it in her pussy; she opened her mouth to receive Lewis’ cock.



Calina screamed as she bounced up and down on Clarence’s huge cock, which pleasurably stretched her vaginal walls. He felt her tits and squeezed her nipples. She had her hands on his arms, feeling his muscles.



As Candice received her man’s cock doggy-style, she kissed Jasmine’s cheeks and lips, for Jasmine, also getting doggy-style from her man, was facing her. This was ideal for these girls, to be pleased almost anonymously from their studs while giving each other love. Their bodies jerked closer to each other with each thrust their studs gave them, and they held each other’s heads in a caressing hand as they kissed. Candice could see Jasmine as an ideal replacement lover, in case her relationship with Camilla continued to sour.



Li-ping looked in the eyes of her Asian lover as he fucked her pussy. Though his big cock made her squeal with pleasure, the vacant, joyless look in the satyr’s eyes disappointed her. She’d hoped he would remind her of her old boyfriend in Taiwan, but he, seeming to her to be either Japanese or Korean, was nothing at all like that sweet boy from her past. As much as she enjoyed the sex, somewhere deep down in her mind, she knew she’d trade in all this pleasure instantly just to have one man to be in love with.



Dora’s white lover furiously licked her pussy and asshole. She lay on the floor with her spread-out legs up and over her head so he’d have both holes for his tongue and fingers. Sensitively sucking on her pebble of a clitoris and on her labia, and tickling her anal orifice, he was the best lover she’d had yet that night, and her wet pussy would sprinkle some come soon. Still, she wished she could just be at home in bed. She tried her best, in her wasted state, to focus on remembering the money she’d get to help her dear mother out of her financial woes.



Sandy, on her back on the floor, had a cock in her pussy and a cock between her tits. Though the cock in her cunt slid in and out well, the man on her chest squeezed her breasts too aggressively, so it hurt. Remember your daughter, she thought to herself; this ordeal will be over soon; that money will put my sweet baby in a good school one day. “Love…is sacrifice,” she said in slurred sighs. “That’s why…I’m a victim.”



Vicky and her man, both being aboriginal, made love in relative serenity, trying to blot out of their minds all the mayhem around them. He thrust in gently and slowly as she sat on him in the cowgirl position, and she gyrated her hips in a soulful rhythm to his movements. She hoped she could be with this man after the night’s debauchery. With the money she hoped to make from this, she could definitely get away from her abusive pimp, a nasty white man; and running into this lover’s arms would be a perfect way to do that. No need for suicide then. She’d even leave the drugs alone.



When Camilla was just about to come, she would soon hear her three masked men say something disturbing. After Hank pulled his cock out of her cunt, he took a cup out of his blazer pocket and placed it by her pussy. Hank’s finger tickled her clitoris to speed up her orgasm. When it spewed out and into the cup, the men watched with lascivious delight, chanting, “Nigrovum, little black Satanic eggs!”



When the others came, all within a few minutes of each other, the masked men led the eight nudes down to basement one. When is this going to end? many of the tired naked people wondered.



HERESY was written in blood on one of the walls of a dark room down there, lit up only by torches. The last few minutes of Varese’s Ecuatorial could be heard as a violent musical soundtrack to the continuing ritual. The High Priest’s voice could be heard over an intercom: “The Church calls our religion heresy, but Judaism and Christianity are the real heresies! They speak of the flaming tombs of Hell: it’s a lie! Hell is a place of rejoicing. The only flaming tombs here are of the fires of lust! Rejoice: hail, Satan!”



Since she’d been fighting and resisting the stupor that the drug had put her in, Camilla was getting increasingly clear-headed, and more and more afraid. I don’t think this is any kind of soft-core, harmless Satanism, she thought; this could be something nasty.



Li-ping came up to her, still doped up but afraid; Camilla took her away with her to another room when the masked men weren’t looking. She held Li-ping in her arms, and kissed her on the cheek.



They were in a dining room, with the lights off. Camilla could hear cooks in the next-door kitchen. What are cooks doing preparing a meal at this time of night? she wondered. She looked up at a clock on the wall–2:16 AM. “Are they gonna feed us?” she asked as she looked around. “Why would we eat now?” She could feel Li-ping’s little body trembling with fear in her arms; she looked into the Asian’s timid, expressive eyes and stroked her hair. “You are so pretty; your eyes are pure loveliness.” She kissed Li-ping softly on the lips.



They got down on the floor, with Camilla on top of her petite, semi-aware lover. Camilla showered the girl with gentle pecks on her lips, cheeks, and neck. “What you doing?” Li-ping asked in sighs. Though not at all lesbian, she was getting excited all the same, sighing her pleasure. Varese’s Density 21.5, for solo flute, could be heard from a speaker in the room.



“Don’t be afraid, sweetie,” Camilla said between kisses, which had now reached Li-ping’s sternum. “I’m not…gonna hurt you…Nor will I…let them.” Camilla’s mouth reached Li-ping’s tiny breasts, and she sucked on the left nipple, a little brown gum drop, while lightly pinching the right one. Then Camilla’s trail of kisses continued slowly down to Li-ping’s belly and to her hairy pubes, which tickled her face. “Oh, your…beautiful…body.” She started licking Li-ping’s clitoris.



Li-ping’s head was swimming from the still-potent Nigrovum, her moans expressing how high she was; her pussy was buzzing from the virtuosity of Camilla’s jiggling tongue. I can’t believe I’m letting a lesbian lick me, Li-ping thought; but I like it! She came, and Camilla lapped up the sweet secretion.



Suddenly, they heard footsteps come into the room. Two masked men took one of the naked white men over to the cooks. “Take him,” one of the masked men said to the cooks; he also gave the cooks a glass filled with the naked man’s come mixed with grass. “Get everything ready in thirty minutes.” The masked men came back into the dining room and found the two girls lying on the floor. “What are you doing here? Get up and come with us.” The girls followed them out of the dining room and down the stairs to basement two.



Camilla saw the word VIOLENCE written in blood in big letters on a wall. Varese’s Offrandes, for soprano and chamber orchestra, could be heard playing on a speaker in the room. Acts of sodomy were everywhere in the room: a naked black man, a naked white man, and the Asian were being fucked in the ass by, respectively, the aboriginal, a black man, and the third white man; these last three in turn were being sodomized by masked men. The first three naked men were also sucking three masked men’s cocks as they were receiving cock in their asses. Though none of the naked men were gay, or even remotely bisexual, their drugged stupor made them strangely unconcerned with what was being done to them. Besides, their prostates were getting a marvellous massage. Nigrovum worked in mysterious ways…



Camilla, getting turned on by what she was seeing, wanted to continue watching the gay sex, but the masked men had her and Li-ping continue walking with them. As they continued walking through the room, she saw more anal sex. Dora and Sandy were also being sodomized by masked men, respectively, by Lewis and one of the coprophiliacs who’d smelled Sandy’s farts in the ‘examination’ room; neither woman, of course, knew who was behind them, and the men liked that. As with the six naked men, the Nigrovum desensitized them to what they were experiencing. Her head swaying from side to side from being still high as a kite, Sandy inhaled and exhaled heavily as she felt her man’s long, thick cock rhythmically slide deep inside and pull half-way out of her greased asshole.

“Such a…tight asshole,” her fucker grunted. “I’m in…love with you, pretty corn-hole.”



This being her first anal fuck, it shocked and humiliated her, but the sensation was strangely pleasurable. Dora, too, was getting used to anal, even enjoying it a little, in spite of how degraded she felt. Both women reminded themselves of the fortune they were promised, and how it would deliver their loved ones from a grim future.



Camilla saw TV screens all around with with images of people committing suicide; there were also snuff films. The masked men fucking the naked people blasphemed and shouted obscenities at them: every loud curse made Camilla jump from being startled. She also heard the soprano from the Varese composition sing these disturbing words: “les femmes assassines”. “OK,” she said to herself, “this party shit isn’t fun anymore.”



“Camilla and Li-ping,” a masked man said. “You two must go down to basement three. Follow me.”



Still fighting as hard as she could against the intoxication, Camilla asked, “Where’s my friend, Candice? Where’s Calina?”



“They’re both on basement three,” he said as they all went down the stairs.



In the main room on basement three, the word FRAUD was written in big letters in gold on one of the walls. Varese’s orchestral work Ameriques was heard on a loudspeaker, while the words of the ceremony continued to be heard on an intercom.



“Church fraud is the evil of our day,” the High Priest said. “The clergy has always been guilty of simony, of selling religious artifacts to gullible believers. Christians are the real false prophets they warn us of. They are our sorcerers and corrupt politicians. They are all thieves and hypocrites. Satan will boil the clergy and Pope in a lake of hot pitch; they’ll be bitten by snakes for practicing their false religion. Hail, Satan!”



Camilla could hear more clearly what was being said, being now more successful at fighting off the drug’s effects, out of sheer willpower. Her Catholic sensibilities were offended by the High Priest’s words.



The masked men took her and Li-ping into a dungeon in which Candice was tied up spread-eagle: a masked man was whipping her back with a cat o’nine tails. “Hey!” Camilla said slurring words. “What are you doing to Candice?”



“The same as what we’re doing to you,” a masked man answered as he, aided by three other masked men, tied Camilla up by the arms and legs, standing spread-eagle like Candice. Camilla knew she wouldn’t have been strong enough to fight the men even without having been drugged, so it was useless even to try. Li-ping was tied up the same way immediately after. “You three girls wandered off during our ritual, against our wishes” he continued. “You must be punished for your disobedience.”



“Wait!” Camilla shouted. “We never agr–” Her protest was interrupted by a lash of a cat o’nine tails on her back. She screamed in pain. Another masked man started whipping Li-ping. Still submissive to the Nigrovum, she felt largely immune from any pain. “Don’t hurt her!” Camilla shouted.



More lashes on Camilla’s back silenced her. All three women’s backs had stripes of dripping crimson blood, which their tormentors licked up greedily between lashings.



“Why are you licking off my blood, you sick bastards?” she yelled. “Ah!” she screamed to another lashing.



“To have your sacred Nigrovum in our own blood,” her whipper said. “To make us more powerful.” He licked her back again, up in a line parallel with her spine.



Again, these words disturbed her. After having given each girl forty lashes, and licking off all the blood before seeing Camilla’s wounds begin to heal, the men stopped. Her pain also ended with surprising speed. She remembered what Dr. Singh had told her about his quickly healing wounds. Was he right about the ‘microscopic black eggs’? Was Nigrovum a disease, or a blessing? She, too, had become a miraculously quick healer! Perhaps there would be other powers the Nigrovum would give her; the masked men talked about gaining power from it–why couldn’t she also? Maybe this power could help her get out of this, as it increasingly seemed to her, death trap.



TVs in the dungeon showed violent movies with scenes of dismemberment: Commando, with Schwarzenegger cutting off a soldier’s arm; Monty Python and the Holy Grail–the scene with the Black Knight having his arms and legs hacked off; Caligula, the ending, showing a man being decapitated when the emperor is being stabbed to death; and Jaws–the scene when the shark kills a man, and his dismembered leg is seen floating on the water. Another TV showed the scene from The Exorcist, when Regan’s head turns all the way around and she says in Burke’s voice, “You know what she did? Your cunting daughter?”



Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine, all still high, entered the room from the other side after receiving great sex from, respectively, Clarence, the aboriginal, and masked Hank (though Jasmine didn’t know it was him). The girls went up to the flogging masked men to talk to them.



“Great party,” Calina slurred. “Good, hot fucking. I love your home.”



“Me, too,” Vicky said. “It’s a beautiful place.” Referring to the naked aboriginal man, she asked. “Where’s Tom? I’ve looked everywhere for him.”



“You guys wear such nice suits,” Jasmine added. “I wish the masks would come off, though: which o’ you guys is Hank?”



Knowing none of these women really liked them, their libertine hosts could smell an obvious attempt to curry favour, and be treated better. “We punish flatterers here!” said the masked man who’d whipped Camilla. Picking up Jasmine, he said. “You have to come with us!” The other two masked men picked up Calina and Vicky. The three girls were taken into another room.



“Where are they taking Jasmine?” Candice slurred.



“We’re finding out,” Camilla said, using all her strength and willpower to pull her hands out of their tight binding. Since her pain now disappeared quickly, she was encouraged to endure the burning friction of the rope; also, she found that her willpower was giving her extra strength. This must have been the Nigrovum, she thought; with this encouragement, she was sure she’d get herself and her friends out of this hell of a house, and soon.



As she continued struggling and hoping to get herself, Candice, and Li-ping free before more masked men came into the room, Camilla thought about the fraud that was this party. These Satanists are the false prophets, she thought; their new world order isn’t going to be born if I can help it. Corrupt, pandering politicians: that mayor and those crooked cops! Candice was right to have me hide from them back in Luvlee’s. Why’d I have to get fired? And where’s all that money those men promised us? I bet there isn’t any. Thieves and hypocrites, insulting my Church! They’re much worse than the most corrupt clergy!



Finally, she freed one hand, and rushed to untie the other, nervously watching the door to see if the masked men would return. “Liars,” she said as she freed her other hand. “Just like my mom when she lied about my dad, saying he was the bad parent, when she was!” Now almost completely sobered up through her willpower, she bent over and started untying her left foot. “Please, maskies, don’t come back.” Freeing both feet, she went over to Li-ping and untied her, then Candice. She led both doped-up girls over to the door the masked men went out with Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine.



Slowly and carefully, Camilla opened the door: no masks were there in the dark hallway. She got the staggering girls to follow her in. They got to an ajar door; Camilla could hear some ‘maskies’ laughing, and she could hear slushing sounds. She looked through the crack of the door: Calina, Vicky, and Jasmine had each been dumped, feet first, into a huge barrel of shit! They were obviously still too intoxicated to know what had been done to them. The three ‘masks’ took Vicky and Jasmine out, washed them off with a hose, and brought them towards the door, walking out of the room and leaving the door open. They walked down the hall and into another room, away from where Camilla was hiding: they never saw her. “Where do I get my good luck from? Nigrovum?” she asked herself. “Why’d they leave Calina here? Oh, well: I’ll get her out. You girls wait here.”



Camilla raced into the room. “C’mon, Calina, I’m getting you out of here.” Calina’s arms weren’t in the shit, so that made it easier for Camilla, who tried her best not to vomit from the smell, to get the wasted Russian out of the shit barrel. She got Calina out and hosed her clean as quickly and thoroughly as she could. “C’mon, girl: you’re coming with me.”



“I’m coming?” Calina asked with a lewd smile.



“Not that meaning,” Camilla said. “Let’s go.”



After getting Calina out of that room and back in the hall with Candice and Li-ping, Camilla led the girls to where the masks had taken Jasmine and Vicky. She opened a door leading to stairs going down to basement four. “Is this where those bastards took Jasmine and the native girl?” Camilla asked herself.



“Jasmine?” Candice asked in slurs. “Where are you?”



“We’ll find her, sweetie,” Camilla said, and they all went down the stairs. “Fuck, it’s cold down here.” Seeing the other doped-up girls blissfully unaware of the cold, she whispered, “I almost wish I was still high.”



She approached the door at the foot of the stairs, and slowly opened it a bit to see inside. On a wall in the dark, torchlit room was the huge word TREACHERY written in frozen blood. “Treachery is right,” she whispered. “This is a house of treachery.” She heard screams, like those of someone being stabbed. “Oh my God!” she gasped. “Girls, stay here.” She went in, hugging her nakedness as best she could to lessen the freezing cold.



She saw naked Clarence, sobering up and shivering in the freezing room. “Damn, it’s fuckin’ cold!” he shouted.



She went up beside him. “What’s going on?” she asked.



“The masked dudes took me and some of the other naked dudes and girls up a tunnel outside so we could whack off on the grass in a forest,” he said, “They said they were makin’ more of that drink with our come. Brrr!”



“A tunnel leading outside?” she asked in hopeful surprise. “Where?”



“It’s a hidden way out, with a secret door right here in this room, if you can feel your way around in the dark and find it,” he explained. “They call it ‘Satan’s Tail’.”



“Satan’s Tail?” She remembered what that Frenchman had said in the ‘examination room’.



“Yeah,” Clarence said. Then he shouted out to an adjoining room, “Gimme some fuckin’ clothes, man! I’m freezin’ my meat off!”



“Meat is always frozen before it is cooked,” a mask said as he walked into the room. Camilla quickly hid behind a chair. There was a baseball bat lying against the wall where she was hiding. The masked man took Clarence with him; they were going towards a kitchen, which was much warmer. She picked up the bat, snuck up behind the mask, and hit him hard on the head, killing him.



“What you doin’, girl?” Clarence asked, watching her look in the masked man’s pockets.



“He’s gotta have a cell-phone,” she said. “Here.” She pulled a cell-phone out of his blazer pocket.



“I’m goin’ in the hot room,” Clarence said. “I’m sick of this fuckin’ cold. Damn!”



“We’re all getting outta here,” she said. “But I agree, let’s warm up in there a bit.” She took the phone and bat with her and followed Clarence into the room, which was a large kitchen.



The slow, sombre Varese composition Un grand sommeil noir, for soprano and piano, was heard on a speaker. There was a big table in the middle, covered in blood. Dora, still high, sat on a chair next to it, and a cook was on the other side of the kitchen with his back to the naked people.



“What’s with the blood…?” Clarence asked.



“Shh!” Camilla said as quietly as she could. When they got closer to the table, they saw glasses with more Nigrovum, and dismembered arms, legs, and male and female torsos! The decapitated heads of Sandy, Vicky, and Jasmine were boldly on display on the counter by the cook, who was gutting Sandy’s torso, and putting her guts in a meat pie he was preparing to bake for all the masked men! Another finished meat pie had just been taken out of the oven! They could smell the gas on the stove still on.



Every hair on Camilla’s and Clarence’s bodies was standing on end, even more so than they were in the freezing room. Clarence, trying desperately to keep his cool, took the baseball bat from Camilla, who was trying to keep from vomiting. The noise she was making caused the cook to turn around; Clarence clubbed him over the head with the bat, killing him. He ran over to get Dora, then they ran out of the kitchen with Camilla.



They ran back into the freezing room, where four masks had brought Calina, Candice, and Li-ping.



“Oh, shit!” Clarence said.



“What are you doing?” a mask demanded.



“Saving ourselves,” Camilla said, having grabbed a torch from one of the walls.



The masks came at her and Clarence. He swung his bat at a mask and hit him hard, knocking him down. Camilla pointed her torch at another mask, setting his arm on fire. He screamed and ran into the kitchen.



Clarence and Camilla continued swinging their bat and torch at the other two masks. The other naked girls were sobering up, Candice especially; and she frantically looked for a door leading to some kind of escape.



“Feel around the walls, Candice!” Camilla yelled. “There’s a secret entrance to a tunnel leading outside!”



“Really?” Candice said, feeling around the wall near the word TREACHERY.



“Oh, shit,” said one of the masks. “Stop her before she finds Satan’s Tail!” Camilla kept swinging her torch at him and the other mask to stop them from getting near Candice.



The mask whose arm was on fire raced for the kitchen sink; he was too frantic about putting out the fire to pay attention to the stove gas still being on, and when he got too close, a huge explosion blew him across the room, killing him. The whole kitchen was on fire.



Clarence hit the other two distracted masks with the bat. Candice, still feeling around the walls, finally found the secret entrance: the door, hidden in the dark wall, swung open. “I found it!” she shouted.



“Satan’s Tail!” Camilla said. C’mon, guys! Let’s get out of here!”



As Camilla, Candice, and Clarence got the other three girls to the tunnel entrance, they heard feet coming down the stairs. “Oh, God: they’re coming!” Candice said. “Hurry, guys: get in there!”



All the girls got into the tunnel, and Clarence was the last to get in. Five masks rushed into the room. “Oh, shit!” one of them said. “They found Satan’s Tail: they’re getting away!”



“You damn right, assholes!” Clarence said as he rushed through the doorway, closing the door and bolting it with the bat. He ran like hell after the other girls through the long, upward-sloping tunnel.



The masks were banging at the door to open it, with no success. One of them took out his cell-phone and called another mask up on the ground floor. “Hurry! Some of the victims are escaping through Satan’s Tail. The kitchen on basement four is on fire, and the fire is spreading quickly! Get some people to find the girls: I think Camilla is among them. Help us control this fire: we’re gonna die down here!”



The tunnel lead up to the surface in a slow, gradual slope. Eventually the six naked people came to an opening in the ground, which was right in the middle of the forest.



When they all got out, they weren’t safe yet: masks were already outside the house, racing for the forest, where they knew their victims would be. Camilla dialled Bob’s number on the cell-phone she’d stolen. “Bob?” she said. “It’s Camilla. I’m out in a forest near Grouse Mountain. Please come out and meet me here. I’m in danger!”



“Wait! Whoa!” Bob said, waking up. “It’s almost four in the mor…”



“Shut up and listen!” she said. “Crazy men are trying to kill us! Get over here in your van as fast as you can!”



“Kill ‘us’?” he asked.



“Yes. I went to this sex party with a bunch of strippers…it’s a long story. I’ll explain later. Just hurry!”



“How will I find you in a forest in the dark?”



“We’re all naked: five girls, one black guy! The crazy men are wearing masks and black suits. Hurry!”



“OK,” he said, and hung up.



The naked sextet ran through the forest and hid in some bushes. The masks were getting closer.



“Don’t let them get away!” a mask shouted. “Camilla’s with them. She’s the sacrificial victim. She mustn’t escape!”



“Sacrificial victim?” Candice said. “Who are those sick bastards?”



Pointing their flashlights everywhere, the masks kept looking, with no success. “Where the hell are they?” one of them shouted.



“The house!” another shouted. “The fire is spreading everywhere! We can’t put it out! Fire fighters are coming. They aren’t in on our set-up; if they find any of the bodies, burned or unburned, they could tell any cops not on our payroll. We have to go back and destroy any evidence of spilled blood that we can find!”



“What about those girls? What about Camilla? We need her!” asked a third mask.



“Fuck them,” the second mask said. “If they tell anyone, it’s their word against ours. They’re naked and far from home. They’ve got nothing. Our cops will get ‘em and arrest ‘em sooner or later. Then we’ll get Camilla and do the ceremony all over again. If she’s grown stronger from the Nigrovum, we’ll drug her with a stronger dosage next time. C’mon!” The masks went back to the house.



“Whew,” Camilla said. “Now we just need Bob’s van to get here.”



“What’s the address of the mansion?” Candice asked.



“Wait a minute,” Camilla thought. “Oh yeah: 1111 Morse Road.”



“I love your photographic memory, Camil,” Candice said.



“I’ll call Bob again and tell him,” Camilla said. She did.



“Good,” he said as he was driving through Vancouver. “I know that area. I did some photo shoots out there half a year ago. I’ll be there as fast as I can: I’m running red lights and everything.”



He arrived and found them all in twenty minutes. He got out of his van, opened the side door for them, and went back to the driver’s seat. The naked six emerged from the bushes: Bob was in awe of the nude beauty he saw. Camilla, Candice, Calina, and Clarence, all insouciant of their nudity, just casually got in. Li-ping and Dora, being more modest, had their hands covering their chests and pubes as they got in. Bob drove them away just as the fire engines arrived.



Camilla sat next to Li-ping; Calina sat next to Clarence; and Candice sat next to Dora.



“Don’t worry, baby,” Camilla said with her arm around Li-ping. “It’s all over.”



“What about the mayor?” Li-ping asked, sobbing. “Why he didn’t protect me?”



“He was one of them, sweetie,” Camilla said. “He was one of the bad guys; you just didn’t know.”



“Clarence,” Calina said, ” you want a blow job?”



“Sorry, baby,” he said. “After what just happened, I’m all fucked out.”



“But I’m still horny,” she insisted.



“Calina, we’ve all been traumatized,” Candice said. “Aren’t you?”



“I want more sex,” Calina said. “Make me forget what happened.”



“Calina,” Camilla said. “Sex isn’t everything; even I know that. Temporary cease fuck, OK?”



“But I’m still hot,” Calina said.



“You blow me away, girl,” Candice said, shaking her head in disbelief.



“Blow you?” Calina asked with a lewd grin. “I come over to you.”



“Not that kind of blowing,” Camilla said. “We all need a rest from sex for a while, I think. My God, all those poor women and men who got murdered by those bastards.”



“What about Jasmine?” Candice asked. “She wasn’t one of them, was she?”



“I’m sorry, Candice,” Camilla said. “She didn’t make it.” Candice soon began quietly sobbing; Dora put her arms around her to comfort her.

This story is the sequel to my first Literotica submission “Jan Lets it Happen”. Please read that story before reading this.



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After that incredible and unbelievable afternoon with my mother in law, Jan, I set about creating a DVD of filth for her just as I’d suggested. She wanted to see other people pissing on each other and she had later said..



“Show me people doing all the things that you would like to do. Educate me Peter. Unless of course you are too shy!” she had teased.



Since that afternoon my mind was a spin. For years Jan had just been a clichéd interfering, annoying mother in law. And yet now she was suddenly a sex crazed mad woman wanting me to piss on her again and do god knows what else. So I set about downloading movie clips of amateur couples pissing on each other in various ways. Men pissing on women. Women pissing on men and women pissing on women. I collected as many with older women in as I could find. I included some other extreme activities including guys being fucked by women wearing strapons which had always been a fantasy of mine and lots of facial cumshots, ass fucking, licking and fisting. I was tempted to include some more extreme stuff like scat but decided not to go too far. I didn’t want to scare her off.



Once I had a disc compiled I posted it off to her home address which was some distance away from my own. I sent her a text to say I’d sent it off.



“Disc of filth on way. Let me know when I can visit if you still want to do this”



“Goody. Cant wait.” she replied within a minute.



My heart was beating fast as I read her reply. This was crazy. Insane. I still couldn’t believe that this was for real. I couldn’t help but wonder and worry where this was going to end up.



A day went by and on the following day Jan sent me a text.



“Disc arrived. Will watch tonight. Hope I won’t be too shocked! Janx”



“I hope you are. And excited..lol” I replied.



“Naughty boy” She responded.



Later that evening I was getting ready to go to bed. Kate, my wife and Jan’s only daughter was already asleep in bed when I heard the soft “ping” of a notification on my phone. I picked it up and my heart skipped a beat when I saw it was from Jan.



“Filthy bastard!” it read simply. I thought for a horrible moment I had really shocked or offended her with what I’d sent when another text came in.



“;)” A wink emoticon. She was teasing.



“Ha ha! You better believe it! Hope you weren’t too shocked! I typed.



“Yes I was shocked! Very! Disgusting!” she replied.



I waited a bit not sure what to say next then she texted again.



“When can you come through?”



I grinned and felt a mixture of relief and excitement.



“Any afternoon this week suits me!”



“OK. How about Tuesday afternoon?” she suggested.



“Sure!”



“You better go to a diy shop and get some plastic sheeting!” she responded. This surprised me a little as she was clearly planning something.



“OK. Good idea” I replied.



When Tuesday came I was so excited. I told Kate I would probably be a bit late home from work as I had some meetings that would run late and made my preparations for my visit to Jan’s house. I bought two plastic sheets from the decorating department in the DIY store and set off just before lunchtime. I sent a quick text to Jan.



“On my way!”



“Good. Don’t be long I’m bursting! ..lol”



“lol..me too. Be ready..lol” I replied.



It took me just over forty minutes to get to her house. I parked outside in the usual place when visiting her. So many times I’d been there reluctantly visiting with Kate. This was so weird being here knowing what might be about to happen. I picked up the bag with the sheets in and went up to her door. I was about to knock when she opened it.



“Hi!” She said with a smile and a somewhat shy look on her face that betrayed more than a little embarrassment. She was standing there in a dark purple, silk dressing gown that was tight across her massive bosom. From the protruding shapes of her nipples and sagging bulge of each breast I could see she had no bra holding them in place and was probably naked under that gown . She had made her face up a little and looked amazing for her 60 years. She stood back to let me in.



I stepped into her small hallway and she closed the door. She turned her back to it as she locked it and stood looking at me a moment then walked up to me all the time looking right into my eyes with an expressionless stare. “Peter. If we do this ..this …whatever it is we are about to do and if you really want to do this Kate must never, ever know about any of it. Not ever! I feel so ashamed of myself we really should NOT be doing this. But I …” I stopped her by putting my finger on her lips.



“Ssh!” I said and shook my head. “Jan let’s just consider this helping each other out eh? A little secret fun. If you like we need never do this again after today. I mean I’m sure I’ll want to but..you know…Kate comes first” I said and held her cheek gently.



She smiled and pulled away from me.



“You’re a good guy Peter. A dirty, perverted guy but a good one” she smiled again and then after a pause said. “Got the plastic covers I see”



“Yep.” Was all I could say in response.



Jan sighed “OK then let’s go make a mess!” she said with a decidedly nervous giggle and suddenly sounding more playful. “I need to go pretty bad I’ve been holding it in for hours now!”



“Yeah me too!” I said laughingly.



“In here!” she said walking to her bedroom door. Jan lived in a small bungalow and there was only a living room, kitchen, single bedroom, bathroom and her double bedroom next to that.



“Open the sheets and cover the bed and the floor right to the bathroom” she said in a slightly commanding tone. “Then we can get started before I change my mind about any of this and before I wet myself” she said laughing.



I entered her bedroom and noticed immediately that the duvet had been removed and the curtains were drawn shut. I opened up a plastic sheet and spread it over the bed. Then the second sheet I placed on the floor and out into the hall in front of the bathroom door. My hands shaking with excitement the whole time making it a harder job than it ought to have been.



“There!” Jan said when I was done. “Now at least my bed and carpets aren’t going to be ruined! Unlike me!” she added with a grin and giggled again.



Jan drew in a long deep breath and sighed. She smiled at me and started playing with her short grey hair. I smiled back at her and walked over to her. She looked down at herself and started to pull on the chord of her gown.



“No wait!” I said stopping her. “I..er..I want to take it off you. Can I please?”



“Ooo..Peter. Such a gentleman!” she said. “Hurry up then!”



I gently turned her around by her shoulders so her back was to me. I loved the feel of her silky gown and just had to feel her breasts through it as during our previous encounter I hadn’t touched Jan at all. Now I was about to put that right. I slipped my arms under hers and gently but firmly cupped her immense, soft tits and pulled her back against me. Jan gasped quietly. I massaged her tits lifting them up to feel their weight. I lightly stroked them to feel my palms tickled by her now erect nipples. She was breathing harder now and faster.



“Ohh..mm” she sighed as I massaged her tits again and slid my hands around them over the silky, slippery material of her gown. “it’s been sooo long since anyone did anything like that to me!”



“Oh I’m going to do more than this Jan.” I whispered into her ear. “So much more!”



I reached down and pulled at the chord of her gown and loosened it. I slipped it down over her shoulders and let it slip and fall to the ground revealing her aged, naked body. Before she could turn around or move away I quickly grabbed her now exposed tits from behind again and let out a sigh of satisfaction as I felt the wonder of those massive breasts. God they felt so fucking good! Big, heavy, soft and warm.



“Get your clothes off Peter!” she said as she pulled my hands away. “I need to pee very badly right now! So get on the bed you dirty bastard and let me piss all over you just like in those videos you gave me! Just like you want me to!” she said almost hissing.



I started to undress quickly and as I did Jan turned around revealing herself again to me in full. Her tits were things of wonder it has to be said. The rest of her body was the body you’d expect on a woman of her age. Fat, flabby legs, hips and ass with a scarred, somewhat bulging stomach that hung slightly over her greying pussy. But none of that bothered me. In fact I found it hugely erotic.



I pulled off my boxers revealing my fully erect cock and waited for Jan’s reaction.



“Get on the bed Peter. NOW!” she commanded.



I quickly did so and lay there on my back propping myself up on my elbows. Jan quickly sat on the bed and then turned and crawled onto her hands and knees. Her huge pendulous tits swinging hypnotically. She placed her hands on my chest and then straddled me. I felt her soft big ass and her prickling bush against my belly before she raised herself up and onto her feet and placed her hands on the wall above the headboard to support her. Her tits were now swinging directly above my face as she leant over me. Her right hand now reached for her pussy which she quickly pulled open revealing a glistening gash. She was breathing heavily and her legs were shaking in anticipation.



“Oh my god Peter. Oh.ho.my.. Get ready….I can’t believe I’m really going to do this!”



Suddenly a golden dribble was falling down onto my stomach. I gasped with delight and then all of a sudden her flood gates opened and a strong jet of hot piss was hosing down on my chest spraying droplets everywhere.



“Oh fucking hell Jan! Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes you’re fucking pissing on me Jan you’re pissing on me and I FUCKING LOVE IT!” I cried out stunned at how quickly we’d got to this point since I arrived.



Jan sighed with relief and pleasure as her hot stream continued to cascade down me. She waved it around a little but I wanted more. I wriggled down the bed quickly and at the same time she moved forward. The result was her stinking, hot piss blasting into my face. I closed my eyes as piss sprayed into them making them sting. But I opened my mouth and instantly felt her gush fill my mouth. Her piss was hot, strong, salty and bitter. The smell was over powering and there was so much of it I had to spit it out and shake my head. But more came. I felt like I was drowning in her piss as it went up my nose, in my eyes and I even though I didn’t really want to I ended up swallowing more than I had thought I would dare to.



Then I felt her stream move down my chest and stop. There was a squirt. Then another that hit my face. Then nothing. Jan giggled in a way I had never heard her before. A very, mischievous, girly giggle. Before Jan could move I opened my piss soaked eyes to see her big hairy, open pussy directly above me only inches away. I shoved my face into it hard and lashed out with my tongue.



“Oh my god Peter you dirty fuck!” she cried out. “Yes eat my cunt you filthy bastard. Fucking suck it! Fucking eat it!”



I munched hard into her and started smearing my face around her pussy. Cunt juices and piss now all over my face. I lay back gasping for air.



Jan moved off me and lay beside me. Puddles of her deep, golden piss slopped around us on the plastic sheet. She started fingering herself.



“Please Peter. Now you. Piss on me. All over me. Please. Fuck please!” she begged as she started rubbing her cunt harder and faster. I got up onto all fours and threw my left leg over her to straddle her. I sat on her big, soft stomach and gently pulled her huge tits together and massaged them. I grabbed my cock which was now surprisingly limp and pointed it at her tits. We waited there a second or two then a dribble came out of me and sprinkled between her tits. Then I relaxed and opened fully. My hot piss splashed all over her tits and unlike when she was in the bath last time Jan lifted her head up and opened her mouth uttering a depraved sounding “ahhhhhhh..”. I aimed my stream right at her face and pissed in her mouth. It made a gurgling sound as it filled her mouth and amazingly Jan didn’t flinch she just let it pour out over her chin. I moved my stream up over her face and sprayed her forehead and then pissed all over her hair and then back down to her mouth. Before I was done I gripped my cock and held my flow back giving me time to move away from her. I pulled her hand away from her cunt and then let my piss go again this time right into her wet cunt.



Jan spat out a mouthful of my urine and moaned. A loud guttural moan as she gave into the ecstasy and depravity of what we were doing. My piss ended and I started masturbating my cock to get it fully erect again. Jan sat up and grabbed it. She took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked it, licking the head with her tongue as if to savour every last drop of my piss. Then slowly took it all into her. Bobbing her head back and forth making grunting noises as she did so.



“Fuck yes Jan. Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Suck my cock you fucking, dirty old bitch! Fuck yes!” I moaned…



But she stopped. She looked up at me letting my cock slip out of her mouth. She lay back down and pulled her legs apart.



“Fuck me Peter. Fuck my cunt and fuck it hard and fast but don’t cum in me! Please Peter do it. Fuck me!”



“OK!” I replied and positioned myself over her. She reached down between her legs and expertly guided the head of my cock to her hole. My cock slid effortlessly into her. I started pumping hard and fast making wet slapping noises as our wet bodies slammed together. We started grabbing and groping each other wildly, Jan’s head was lying in a deep pool of piss that had gathered on the plastic sheet under her. I turned her head to one side and forced it down hard so almost half her face was under the golden mixture of our piss. She opened her mouth and was gurgling in it as I pumped her as hard as I could. But after a few moments of fucking like this I felt her pussy wasn’t tight enough to really give me the sensations I wanted. The fact I was fucking my piss soaked mother in law was beyond belief and a massive turn on sure but I needed to feel more. I pulled out and sat there breathing heavily for a moment.



Jan sat up and spat out frothy, yellowish saliva that landed on her left tit. I watched it dribble down to her nipple as she asked “What’s wrong why have you stopped?”



“Well you did say I wasn’t to cum in you. Let’s 69 Jan. You on me.” I panted.



“What? Do you mean like I kneel over you and suck you while you eat me again?” She said sitting fully upright now. Her huge, shiny, wet tits resting on her knees.



“Yeah!” I said eagerly. “Come on I’ll lie down and you get over me.”



I lay flat on the bed in the puddles of pee and Jan sat over me facing my cock. She placed her crotch above my face and lowered her head onto my cock and engulfed it again in her mouth. She lowered herself gently onto my face and I set to work with my tongue once more. Licking long and hard. I reached up with my hands and pulled her ass cheeks apart eager to see her asshole. Her crack was dark, wet and hairy. Could I dare do what I was willing myself to? I reached out with my tongue and gently licked her anus. Probing it and circling it with my tongue. I felt her stop blowing me and she let out a long groan.



“Oooohhhhh…..Peeeeter.. Oh my god. Oh …oh.. Peter you dirty, dirty …oh yes. I’ve never had that done to me before that’s disgusting! Oh fuck yes that feels so good please don’t stop!”



I had no intention of doing so and her reaction fuelled me even more. I made my tongue as rigid as I could and poked her asshole. Feeling my tongue enter her hot, dirty hole drove me wild. I tongue fucked her as hard and fast as I physically could. The taste and smells I was receiving were almost overpowering. Jan was ignoring my cock now and just seemed to be hypnotically wrapped up in sheer ecstasy. My tongue soon tired and I inserted my right index finger into her ass instead. I finger fucked her and managed to get my middle finger in there too with my thumb jabbing into her cunt at the same time. She moaned loudly.



“Oh Christ Peter. Oh…..ffffuck! MMmff!”



I knew what I wanted to do next and wasn’t going to take no for an answer.



“Jan let me up. I want to shove my cock up your ass and fuck you there!” I said pleadingly.



“Oh. Just like those dirty videos you give me? Oh I don’t know Peter. I’ve never done that before but….oh dear that feels so good what you’re doing. Will it hurt?” she almost whimpered.



“I’ll be slow and gentle don’t worry. You’ll love it!” I said and wiggled my fingers around in her anus before removing them.



We re-arranged ourselves and I spat on my cock and on her asshole. I fingered her again there just to loosen her a little more and then pressed the head of my cock against her hole. It took a little persuasion and we both started giggling..



“Come on you bastard. Get it up there!” She said trying not to laugh.



“We should have got some lubricant!” I said and kept pushing at her hole with my cock in my hand.



I pushed hard and suddenly felt her sphincter give a little. And then a little more. I kept pushing and could feel my cock slowly sliding into her. It was tight, hot and I could feel her muscles spasm against the intrusion. Suddenly I felt it slide more easily all of a sudden and Jan let out a loud



“AHHHH..CHRIST!”



I reached around her and grabbed her pendulous tits as they hung down and slowly started fucking her ass. Very slowly. The feeling of her hot anus was just indescribable and coupled with holding her huge melons it was shear heaven. Jan made no protest and simply moaned as I drew my cock back slowly and then drove it into her again. Each time it felt easier and her ass looser as she started to relax. I upped the pace and started pumping her ass faster now.



“Jan I’m fucking you up the ass! You fucking dirty bitch you like this don’t you? You like pissing and ass fucking don’t you? You filthy, fucking, dirty bitch.!”



“Oh fuck Peter. Oh fucking Jesus hell ..oh this is just…..AAAHH!” she cried out as I started really hammering into her. Her butt cheeks making loud slapping noises. I was close to coming when Jan cried out..



“STOP! Please don’t cum in there!”



I stopped and Jan moved forward and away from me making my cock slip out from her hole. She lay down again on the piss puddles and started fingering herself with a frenzy. A sneer of sheer wild lust on her face. I kneeled up beside her and for the first time kissed her full on her mouth. Our tongues engaged but Jan had to turn away in order to breath hard as she was clearly close to orgasm. I kneeled up closer and pointed my cock at her mouth. My cock was clean bearing no evidence of where it had just been but I don’t think Jan cared as she sucked it in without looking. Finger fucking herself harder than ever. With my right hand I pinched her left nipple hard and with my left hand I grabbed the back of her head and forced her up against my thrusts. She started shaking and suddenly opened her mouth and arched her back letting out a roar of orgasmic relief. She fell flat again and now I was wanking my cock an inch from her mouth. She looked up at me and opened her mouth wide with a devilish smile and stuck her tongue out.



I could hold back no longer. I lurched and cried out as I shot load after load of cum all over Jan’s face. Spurt after spurt splashed over her face and into her mouth. She had a huge smile on her face as it became covered in my cum. “mmmmmm…aaahhhhh” she let out. When I eventually sighed with satisfied relief and collapsed beside her Jan sat up, lifted up her huge tits and spat out my cum onto them and rubbed it all over them then lay down and let out a long sigh.

When they arrived at her house he put his things in the basement, and joined her upstairs in the bathroom.



“Slave, get naked, have you ever drank urine?”



“No, Mistress never.”



“Well, your toilet training is starting now. On your knees, I will straddle your open mouth and pee in it, when your mouth is full, touch me, I will stop the flow. You will keep it in your mouth and drink it when I say so.”



He knelt down and she filled his mouth three times. On the third time he choked and spilled some.



“Slave, lick up your mess. When you are finish clean your mouth and join me in the bedroom.”



He licked his mess, the taste of her urine was salty, but not so bad, he felt so lucky, for once in his life a mistake had paid up, and she was stunning, she was tall;6 feet barefooted, an angel face, blue eyes, an hourglass figure. Why would such a beauty be interested in him?



He walked in the bedroom wearing his PJ’s. She was in her king size bed reading on her tablet, wearing only a T-shirt.



She looked up and said:



“Slave you are to be naked at all time in the house, even if I entertain guests. You will sleep on the floor at the end of the bed. You did better than I expected in the bathroom, tomorrow we will start on solids, and you had a light taste of what is to come in my office tonight when you cleaned my ass. Now get in between my legs and start kissing my knees and move up, do it slowly.”



He discarded his PJ, tried to hide his erection and jumped in between her legs as he was getting close enough to her sex to feel the heat, she turned over;



“Keep on moving up, you are to worship my ass, start by kissing my asshole then push your tongue in it as far as it will go and lick the walls, it will help you get use to the taste.”



He was enthusiastic in his efforts, although the taste was unpleasant, but it was coming from her. When she was satisfied she pushed his head away and told him she wanted to sleep, that he was to get on the floor.



He felt her feet on his face and when he opened his eyes she was smiling at him;



“Come with me in the bathroom, I need to pee.”



He followed her starring at her gorgeous ass.



When they got there, he knelt down and opened his mouth.



“Good initiative slave, you got in position without being told”



She said as she was peeing in his mouth a mouthful at a time. He did not spill a drop and she patted him on the head, the taste was stronger but he managed, after all it was coming from her.



“I want scramble eggs and coffee, brew a full carafe, you are not to eat this morning. Take these two vitamin pills”



She got in the shower.



Swallowing his pills he went to prepare her breakfast; the kitchen was fully equipped he would enjoy using that equipment to cook for her. He had to search for everything from the pan to the eggs. As he was serving her plate, she walked in wearing a bright yellow summer dress; he poured her coffee asking her how she liked it.



“Black, kneel on the floor beside me we have to go over some basic rules and duties. You are to speak only when spoken to. You will do all the housework. You can be dressed to cut the grass, clean the pool, wash my car, or any other task outside.”



“I will sit on your face a lot, not to please you, but because I like it. We will meet with a lawyer to sign a contract that will bind you to me. You are to quit your job, I will write your resignation, and you are to get rid of your apartment. Your fantasy reached some of my desires and it is my needs that come first. Remember that you are here to serve me, you are my slave!”



“Whenever I will be having a meal, you are to get in this position: sit on the floor and lay your head back on my chair, I will sit on your face and you will put your tongue up my ass as far as it goes. We will use that position to feed you when you will be able to eat my shit fast enough.”



“Also, I will use you for all my toilet needs. Maybe you will not like reality as much as your fantasy, but remember you ask for it, in writing.”



She sent him to the bathroom where she joined him. He was kneeling down with a hard on that she notice, when she walked up to him, turned around and ordered;



“Get your head under my dress, put your lips around my asshole and make a seal, I will push a stool in your mouth swallow as much as you can then bite it off, I will try to hold back, I do not know if I can, it is the first time I shit in a human toilet. If it falls on the floor you can eat it later.”



He was already in position, so he nodded his head, he had dreamed about that scene often, so he put his tongue in her asshole and felt a stool coming, it was moving in his mouth, then it reached his throat that he open and he started to swallow.



She was surprised that he had not bitten off the first stool so she took a step forward and turned around.



“Tell me how you were able to eat that stool? Have you done this before?”



“Mistress Diane, I have never done that before, I have visualized myself doing this in this position for a Mistress, not as beautiful as you, so when your stool reached my throat I opened it and swallowed to keep up with you. I ask forgiveness for not biting it off.”



“I am pleased and surprised that you ate it, I have some more, so we will test you on your back.”



He lay down and she straddled his head, lifted her dress, he saw her beautiful ass lowering toward his face as she sat down on his mouth.



His erection was so hard. He stuck his tongue out and felted it being pushed out by a stool; he opened his throat right away because it was coming faster. It was a long one. The third one was smaller and he heard;



“You did good slave. Do not wash your mouth before 15 minutes to educate your mouth. Now, clean my ass, then serve me a coffee in the living room.”



She got up and went to her computer in the living room. He was feeling queasy as he was cleaning the kitchen, but so happy to have been able to service her the way she wanted, he had nearly ejaculated when she was feeding him, the taste was awful, a lot worse than he had imagined in his dreams, but it was from her so he would get used to it. He loved the humiliation. He had brushed his teeth and had shaved when she walked in on him.



“On your knees, I need to pee. Because you kept up with me earlier, you will put your lips on mine and make a seal, swallow to keep up.”



She straddled his open mouth and started to pee, he was a willing slave and a better toilet than she had hoped for.



He struggled a little at the beginning when his mouth was filling up but he gulped it down and it got easier afterward.



“Lick me clean”



She pushed him down and was sitting on his chest when she said;



“Eat me, give me an orgasm. You need to practice your skills at cunnilingus.”



When she started coming with his tongue in her vagina, her juices flowing in his mouth, he nearly shot his load.



He dressed up and found a lawn mower in the garage; it was in order and started on the first pull. After cutting the grass, he washed her car and cleaned the pool. He walked back in got naked and asked her what she wanted for lunch.



“A toasted bacon, lettuce, tomato sandwich with a light touch of mayo. Where were you?”



“Outside doing my chores, Mistress.”



“You have to tell me first. I will have iced tea and chips with my lunch. Bring it here.”



He went and prepared her meal, when he served it she was standing up beside her chair and he remembered that she would sit on his face and that he was to stick his tongue up her ass, which gave him another erection. He got in position and she lifted her dress and sat on his mouth, when his tongue was up her ass;



“I have written your resignation and dated it for next Monday. You will go to the grocery store and get a steak for tonight, a salad and baked potatoes as side dishes, and get some red wine. You will have to buy a small used car to run your errands, you have a budget of two grand.”



She was heavy on his face and he was happy just to be under her beautiful ass and he tried his best to give her pleasure. All he could see with his nose wedge in her crack was part of her two round cheeks and the fabric of her dress.



She thought that he must really like the taste of her shit by the way he was rimming her. She loved engulfing his face in her ass.



“Get your tongue out.”



She passed a gas in his mouth, which surprised him a bit.



“Get your tongue in, hope you like the taste because I will fart in your mouth whenever I want to, slave.”



When she finished her lunch, she went back on the internet and sent an e-mail to her lawyer giving her the details of the contract and the will she wanted her to draft, and asked for an appointment as soon as possible.



On his way to the store, in the bus, he was having another erection thinking about his Mistress, she was cruel and beautiful.



Her long shapely legs topped by the nicest ass he had ever seen. He was proud to have given her a few orgasms with his mouth, but her shit tasted so bad he had had problems to keep it down.



She had farted in his mouth for the first time at lunch and that tasted very bad too. Her morning piss was strong tasting; he would have to get use to that too.



There was no turning back for him, he was hooked on the pleasure he got from serving her, mostly on knowing that he had been and would be her toilet. He went to his old apartment, checked that he had not forgotten anything. The landlord accepted to void his lease in exchange for a month rent, he gave him his new address, picked up his groceries and left.



When he got home, he got naked, put away the groceries and went to salute his gorgeous Mistress,



“Ah you are back, just in time on your knees, remember to make a seal with your lips on mine.”



She let go her flow hitting the back of his mouth hard. He nearly choked, breathe in and started gulping down her piss. When she was done she said;



“Cunnilingus practice time, lay down on your back.”



She sat down on his chest, then moved her cunt forward to his mouth and coached him so well that she had a few orgasms. He had a talented tongue; he only needed some education she would keep on teaching him to her liking. He was drinking her juices when she was climaxing on his face and it was driving him crazy with lust, when she reached back and strokes his penis a few times.

He was in his mid thirties, losing his hair, 5′ 6”, 140 pounds, growing a small paunch. Definitely not the type women went home with. He was fascinated by women’s ass. As far as he could remember he wanted to hug them, to caress them, to kiss them. It had gone from dreaming of letting a girl sit on his face to being a toilet slave.



He looked up for a sex therapist and stumble on the advertising of D. Morgan, five blocks from his place, open in the evening. He dialed the number and was answered by a lively feminine voice and asked for an appointment. The voice took his name and said it was set up for two days later; Wednesday at 7 P.M.



At five to seven he went up to the office, through the glass door he saw a tall, 6’4”, blond lady in her late twenty’s, wearing a white blouse, beige skirt and matching high heels. She was reading a file; he thought that she was nice looking.



When he opened the door she looked up and said;



”Good evening, you must be Mister London. I am Diane Morgan”



Her smile was devastating, her blue eyes were looking right through him, he nearly ran away, but he had to heal himself at all costs, even if he was uncomfortable to reveal his obsession to a woman.



He stuttered a ”yes, I am, good evening, Mrs. Morgan.”



She turned on her 6 inches heels and walked toward her office inviting him to follow her, she had a magnificent ass.



”It is Miss Morgan, I am not married, not even in a relationship.”



She sat down, crossing her legs, behind her desk motioning at the chair in front of it for him.



”What can I do for you Mr. London?”



His face was already a nice red color, he was sure she had notice him staring at her bottom, he managed to say;



”It is the feminine anatomy that obsessed me, Miss Morgan.”



”You sound uncomfortable to deal with a woman, would you prefer that I refer you to a male colleague, a few blocks from here?”



”No, Miss Morgan.”



”Then call me Diane and I will call you Joseph, is that all right?”



”My friends call me Joe.”



”Can you tell me what part of the feminine anatomy that gives you problems, Joe?”



He was wondering how it would be to have her sit on his face and force him to lick her to orgasm; instead he started telling her of his desires since he was a teenager, of his shyness when talking to women. It was all coming out and she was taking notes when a soft chime went off, the hour was gone and he had only touched the tip of the iceberg. She looked in her computer to set up another appointment;



”We can meet in two days at 8 PM if that suit you?”



”Yes Diane, I will be here Friday night at 8.”



”Good, your homework is to write down what it would be, how it would be to live your fantasy and send it to me by e-mail”



She gave him her card, he paid for the session, and said he was going home to start on his homework, she did not know that he had written down a few of his fantasies, all he had to do was to find them on his computer. He had decided that he would send her the face sitting story, the one that had excited him a lot in the beginning and still did once in a while.



It was a small file about two pages. He got home and pour himself a long drink, opened the TV, he wrote his e-mail, he only had to attach the file to it, he opened his directory and found the file, the game was on TV, he pour himself another drink still distracted by the game, and attached the story following the face sitting one by mistake. That story was about his darkest wishes of being a toilet slave to a beautiful tall blonde Mistress. He closed the computer, watched the game and went to bed.



On Friday night he got to her office at five to eight. She was wearing a summer dress that was showing her nice breast and hugging her small waist; she closed the drawer and bend down to lock the main door. He notice her bright red lips and complimented her.



She had received his toilet slavery scenario and it had described some of her own desires, if it was true. She wanted to find a man to train has her total slave. He would be at her beck and call, 24/7; she wanted to go as far as to toilet train him.



Tonight the target was to face sit Joe and see where it would go.



”You sent me your homework quickly, I did not expect a ten page story, two pages would have been sufficient.” She said.



”Did you know what I look like when you called in for the first meeting? Because the description of a tall blond Mistress kind of fits me.”



”Euh, no I did not, you said you received ten pages? A tall blond Mistress? Can I see the e-mail you received?” He stuttered.



Standing up she asked;



”Why, it is not from you? ”



”Maybe I sent you the wrong file is there more than some face sitting in it?” He asked.



”Yes a lot more, like some Female domination, BDSM, and toilet slavery.”She gave him a printed copy.



He had turned as red as a beet and twisted his hands, stuttering again;



”It is from me. I never mention theses dark whishes to anybody, and I sent them to you by mistake. I can leave if you wish, I will find another therapist, I am sorry I did not want to disgust you.”



He was saying unbuttoning the collar of his shirt and loosening his tie.



She got up and said;



”That is all right Joe, you do not disgust me, I am interested in you, you might be my complement, reading your wishes however dark, has opened possibilities. Maybe we could try some face sitting?” she said, as she was taking off her panties.



”I will tell you what to do.”



She said as she was pushing him down to the floor.



When he was laid on his back, he saw her move in position, her beautiful legs were straddling his head, her cunt was getting closer as she sat on his chest, before moving to his mouth, she said;



”You said you would like to learn how to practice cunnilingus, here is your first lesson, kiss me, lightly at first, then kiss my lips”



She moved forward and coached him;



”Lick them that is good you are doing fine, suck on them a little, now lick my clitoris, nibble on it oh that is good, lick it again, stick your tongue in my vagina, ohhh you are doing fine, keep on going.”



She coached him on how to practice cunnilingus until she came hard on his face and he eagerly drank her juices. She was heavy on his face, he was so happy she came on his face, then she got up, and she told him;



”Now I will sit my ass on your mouth follow my instructions.”



He saw her gorgeous pear shaped ass lowered to his face, it smelled slightly dirty but he did not care he was so excited, she sat down on his mouth, and ordered;



”Kiss my asshole.”



After a few kisses, she told him to lick her asshole which he did without hesitation, he tasted shit for the first time.



She had used the toilet earlier and did not wipe, he had to know just by the smell or at least the taste, she thought.



”Keep on cleaning my ass, stick your tongue in it”



It felt so good having his tongue up there, at last a man willing to worship her ass. He had open possibilities, and he was a lot shorter than her, she thought.



He was in heaven; he felt an indescribable pleasure to be under her. He was reveling in the humiliation.



When she was satisfied she got up, put on her panties, and sat back at her desk telling him to get back in his chair. He had the biggest hard on of his life. She told him;



”I have been looking for a slave for a long time, when I try to toilet train them, they usually run away, they are agreeing to drink urine but they refuse to eat shit.”



He was listening carefully, his heart was beating faster.



”When I read your fantasy I found a lot of similarities to my own, I thought Joe could be my slave, you would live your fantasy and so would I. Go home think about it for 24 hours and give me an answer by e-mail.”



He could not believe her offer, for him to live his darkest obsession.



”Think about this also, If you accept, you will have to live in my home, it is a 24 hours a day 7 days a week position. At times it could be very demanding.”



His head was spinning, that gorgeous woman had sit on his face and offered him paradise compared to his dead end life as a bank clerk.



He got on his knees;



”Mistress Diane, please accept me as your slave, you know of my most secret desires, please accept me as your total slave.”



”Are you sure? Think about it, when you will start your training as a toilet slave, and I mean a full service toilet, like you wrote, there is no turning back.”



”Please Mistress Diane; it is of my own free will that I offer myself to you. You read what I wish for, I stand by it.”



She smiled and stood up.



”Then slave, we will go to your place, pick up your personal belonging and go to my place. Tomorrow you will make arrangements to move the rest. I have a large house.”



”Mistress, I am renting a furnished, one and a half apartment, five streets from here, I am a loner, I have no relatives, I will be able to sublet it by the end of the week.”



He stuck his clothes in his suitcase and the rest of his personal belonging in garbage bags and turned the page on this chapter of his life.

For the next three days life went on. We swam, talked; I cooked and cleaned, not to mention bringing my wife to orgasm with my mouth several times a day whenever she wanted. Sunday morning dawned clear and bright. After breakfast we showered together and I soaped and washed her beautiful body, then dried her off. We retired to the bedroom where she handed me her body lotion which I applied with care. After a few minutes she asked me to hand her the vibrator that she kept in the bedside table.



She then had me lie on my back and she took a seat on my chest with her pussy about 6 inches from my face. The vibe was turned on and she immediately started tracing her pussy lips with it. Soon it was buzzing her clit only to be moved down between her nether lips which were starting to glisten with her secretions. In no time at all it was disappearing deep into her hot hole. When it was pulled back out I could see streaks of her creamy juices coating it. She then moved it to my lips and I eagerly licked it clean before it was returned to her pussy.



This went on for quite some time with me licking the off-white cream from the fake cock only to watch it re-enter her hole. I soon notice the telltale signs of her impending orgasm and sure enough she stiffened and rammed the vibe deep into her hot, wet, pussy. I could see her vaginal muscles contracting around the shaft as the waves of pleasure rolled over her. When her breathing got more regular she extracted the vibe from her gooey hole and plopped it into my mouth to be cleaned. After it was spotless she put it away, got off of me and told me that having me watch her pleasure herself let alone licking her vibe clean had really been hot. I had to agree.



She stepped into the bathroom and I could hear her relieving herself. She soon returned with a box in her hand and climbed up onto my mouth. I immediately began licking at the droplets of urine that were still on her pussy. As I opened my mouth wider and ran my tongue deep into her pussy I was rewarded with a mouthful of urine that she had saved just for me. I quickly swallowed and sucked her clit into my mouth which, in combination with peeing in my mouth, sent her into another spasm of orgasmic pleasure.



After she recovered, I went to the bathroom and washed my face, removing the urine and pussy cream then returned to the bedroom. The box was lying on the bed and following her instructions I opened it then took out the contents. A large enema bag, hose, and nozzle fell out. When I looked up, she reminded me that it was Sunday and I would have my first prostate milking tonight. I was to give myself several enemas to make sure the inside of my ass was squeaky clean, and then report to the playroom promptly at 9:00 PM. I was to put on the wrist and ankle cuffs then lie face down on the bondage horse and wait. I told her I understood and with that she said she was going shopping and would see me later.



The rest of the afternoon went about normal. I watched a little television and got up and fixed my wife a drink when she returned from shopping in the early evening. After drinking it, she told me to meet her in the playroom.



When I entered, she pitched me the wrist and ankle cuffs which I quickly attached. I then moved over and lay back on the bondage frame where I was secured tightly. After removing my chastity device, she filled her hand with lube then began stroking my hard cock bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Just before I went over the edge, her hand was removed leaving me thrusting into open air trying desperately to orgasm. I was left to regain my composure for a few minutes then the teasing started again. This continued over and over until the torment was finally done for the day. I could only wonder how much longer I had to wait for relief.



Later that evening I got supper together and we had a very nice evening meal. Afterwards I started cleaning the kitchen and she told me she was going to be on her computer for a while. By the time I finished cleaning the kitchen and getting some things together for tomorrow’s meal it was a little after 8:00. I decided that I had put it off as long as possible. I retired to the spare bathroom with the enema bag.



Turning on the water, I let it get warm then added a little Prell shampoo to the bag and filled it with the warm water. I climbed over into the tub and lay down on my back then inserted the nozzle into my ass, opened up the valve, and let the quart of warm soapy water fill me up. When it was empty, I removed the nozzle, but had to really fight the urge to empty my bowels and held off for about five minutes. I then climbed onto the toilet and let go. After I was empty, I wiped off and refilled the bag again with warm soapy water. Back in the tub to go through the process again. The most interesting thing was that my cock was constantly straining at its prison trying to get hard. I really didn’t expect to be turned on by giving myself an enema. I filled the bag several more times without soap until the only thing I was expelling from my ass was clear water. I quickly cleaned the bag and hid it in the back of the linen closet. I then took a shower to be sure I was squeaky clean and headed upstairs.



I walked through the door of the playroom at 8:59. Pretty good timing if I do say so myself. I walked over to the chest of drawers and took out my wrist and ankle cuffs and began attaching them. I noticed that my wife had laid out a saucer, latex gloves, and lube. I then moved over to the bondage horse and positioned myself over it. I heard my wife enter the room and she quickly secured my wrists then my ankles. The angle made my ass stick out lewdly or at least it felt like it did. I felt her fumbling with my chastity device and felt it slide off my cock which immediately sprang to life. I felt her grip it and give it a few strokes causing me to moan in pleasure. She then walked over and put on the latex gloves then picked up the saucer and lube and returned to my ass.



She then went to another corner and got a small, short table which she place beneath my downward pointing cock. The tip of which was about 2 inches above the table. The saucer was place on the table directly under my already dripping cock-head. I heard the cap on the lube snap open then heard the squirt of it being applied to her hand and finger. She then smeared the cool jelly on my asshole and started probing me with one finger. She started telling me that she had been reading up on how to do this and that the big thing was to use plenty of lube. I was told that when I was sufficiently relaxed she would probe deeply into my rectum and locate my prostate. She would then massage it with one or two fingers causing me to ejaculate without the pleasure of an orgasm.



According to most of her contacts she said that it would take anywhere from 20-30 minutes to drain me completely. With that she slid one finger up my ass. Working it in and out she added more lube then inserted a second finger. I was starting to relax and there was no pain. In fact, it was slightly pleasurable.



I felt her probing deeper and deeper with first one then two fingers. All of a sudden a jolt hit me. The best way to describe it is that I felt the urge to pee but it was a little different and only happened when I felt her fingers press down. Obviously she had found my prostate. She sounded like a giddy girl when she told me “you’re coming” and giggled her head off.



I felt no orgasmic pleasure, but the experience wasn’t unpleasant. A little humiliating perhaps, I mean here I was strapped to what amounted to a large sawhorse, my wife’s fingers deep in my ass, and come dripping out of my cock onto a saucer so that I could lick it up later. Yeah, just a little humiliating. The digital manipulations went on for quite some time until my balls were pronounced empty by my Mistress. I was later told it took almost half an hour. My wife then picked up the saucer and brought it around to my head and placed it in front of me.



Looking down at it, I was revolted. It was literally covered in my semen. Huge, cream colored, globs swimming in a thinner, almost clear, fluid. One command from her lips, “Eat it”. What could I do? For a brief second, I considered refusing but the memory of the beating my balls had taken a few days before was still very fresh on my mind. I had absolutely no desire to repeat that experience and felt sure that punishment for refusing this order would be worse. I resigned myself to my fate and started licking at the mess on the saucer. I actually had to suck the globs into my mouth as they kept swimming around the plate. After they were dispatched, I sucked up the more fluid component then licked the plate clean. All in all, it hadn’t been too bad.



While I was consuming my seed, my wife removed the gloves and started cleaning my ass with a warm wet cloth. It felt very, very, good. She then grasped my still erect cock and squeezed just a little more come from it into the palm of her other hand, held it to my mouth, and told me I wasn’t quite finished yet. I obediently licked her palm clean. She patted my head like a puppy and told me “good boy”. How humiliating.



My lovely wife left the room for a few minutes then returned with a small plastic bucket. She moved over to me, moved the small table from beneath me, and plunged my cock and balls into ice-water. I shrieked with surprise but she only laughed. She replaced the table to support the bucket the left the room again.



I lay there strapped to the horse with my cock and balls literally freezing in a bucket of ice-water for 10 or so minutes then my wife returned and picked up my chastity device. She removed the table and bucket and quickly replace my cock in its prison. I was released and she took my hand and led me from our playroom downstairs to our bedroom.



She lay back on the bed and spread her legs, telling me that the whole scene of milking me dry had really gotten her hot and she needed an orgasm. I wasted no time and literally dove between her legs licking and sucking her to orgasm in no time.



After I was done, she got up and headed to the bathroom motioning for me to follow. After she brushed her teeth she sat down on the toilet and I could here the urine splashing into the bowl. She stood up dropped the lid, flushed the toilet, then leaned over with her hands on the toilet lid and her ass high in the air. She spread her legs exposing her pussy which was damp and had several drops of her pee clinging to her cunt lips. I didn’t need orders and immediately dropped to my knees and licked her sweet pussy clean. She then rose up and headed out of the bath telling me over her shoulder to be sure and brush my teeth.



To be continued.

Everyone knows that the 50th birthday is a “milestone” birthday, as it marks the beginning of the “golden” years. Eileen, however, was about to turn 45 years old in a week. Her circle of close friends had already celebrated their 45th, and they all declared that before the year ended, they would celebrate together “helluva” style!



Eileen was looking forward to a more immediate birthday celebration with her man, her husband, her emotional and sexual soul mate, LaMont! She has a whole wee of anticipation, and sexual build-up. As screwed up timing would have it, LaMont will be in Ohio on business on the week the week leading up to Eileen’s birthday. He leaves Monday and returns Friday, on her birthday.



They had already discussed and planned the weekend. On Friday afternoon, Eileen would pick up LaMont from the airport, they’ll hit their favorite bar in Oxon Hill, get tipsy and horny, then check in at a nearby hotel, so as not to have to commute to their home in Southern MD, have crazy hot and freaky ass fuck sessions, pass out and the next day continue the weekend’s celebratory plans.



The time had come for Eileen to drop LaMont at the airport. She so dreaded doing that! Although they’ve known each other for over half their lives, have a strong and solid marriage, Eileen is so very much in love with her husband. Nothing has gotten old or jaded. She loves being in his space. LaMont could see the separation anxiety on her face, as he pulled Eileen into him for a long, passionate “I don’t give a shit whose watching” kiss at the boarding gate. She’s amazed how after all this time his kisses instantly open the flood gate of her pussy and leave it drenched with a swollen throbbing clit! LaMont looked down at braless, rock hard, aroused nipples, smile at her and said, “Hold that thought Baby. I’ll call you when I land. I love and miss you so much already.”



Eileen, with a teary-eyed smile put her forehead on his massive chest and said, “I love you too, Papi. Talk to you soon.”



Eileen got in her car, which was parked in the airport parking deck. Overwhelmed by her array of emotions; separation anxiety, sexual arousal from that damn kiss, and excitement and anticipation of her husband’s return, the only release/relief to remedy such a state, would be to play with her wet and stimulated pussy until she came. Eileen looked around the deck for possible voyeurs who might witness her method of “psychotherapy,” and found that the coast was clear. She adjusted her seat as far back from the steering while as possible, propped her left foot on the dashboard and being careful not to upset the radio controls, propped her right foot on the dashboard, as well. With her legs spread eagle as they were, there was no need to pull up her mini sundress, as her panty-free pussy, (she never wore panties), was already accessible for play. Eileen chuckled to herself when she noticed how perfect a camera shot it would be if the steering wheel was a video recording device.



She thought out loud, “Shit Eileen! You’re such a damn freak!” Positioned comfortably, she took a deep breath, slid her middle finger in and out of her mouth lubricating it with saliva and slowly began her swollen clit message. Ever since her first orgasm when she was 17, (LaMont licked and her clit and ate her to climax), Eileen deemed her clit her favorite body-part! She added her ring finger to the message therapy while holding her flower open with her left hand. She hastened the pace of the message, while inserting her middle and ring fingers inside her tight pink hole, (yes, still tight after two children and age 45)! She always told an appreciative LaMont, “Kegel is our friend, Papi!” Eileen moaned as her pleasure by her own hand increased. She began to move her pelvis back and forth, fucking her fingers while wishing they were her husband’s dick stroking her insides. Then it was back to her precious engorged clit. Eileen feverishly rubbed and pressed on her rigid detonator, while increasing her pelvic motion.



She opened her eyes and saw an elderly man walking toward her car, but there was no way she could stop working on her pussy. It just felt too fucking good! She could feel her juices travel to her asshole and she took advantage of the lubrication and teased it with the middle finger of her left hand. The excitement from her manual stimulation frenzy, and the “danger” of “pops” catching her jerking off was more than she could bear. Eileen smacked on her clit a couple good times, then pressed and rubbed her rock hard button until she exploded with so much pussy juice coming out of her, that she thought for a second she had cum and pissed herself simultaneously! Her climax was in no way a quiet one, and though the old man did not see her pretty pussy soaking the steering wheel, Eileen was sure he heard her audible climactic song. She saw him look puzzled in her direction as he walked past the car. Eileen removed her feet from the dashboard, reached in the glove box for some napkins and performed a quick clean-up. With rigid muscles back to their relaxed state, she drove home smiling.



A few hours later, Eileen received the call that seemed an eternity to arrive. Her LaMont called to let her know the he was in Ohio safely.



“Papi, that’s music to my ears! Okay, go eat and do what you have to do, then meet me on webcam before bed about 10?”



Eileen could hear her husband’s devilish smile through the phone as he replied, “Okay Baby, it’s a date!”



LaMont knew what his freaky wife in her sexual prime had in mind; webcam sex! They hadn’t used their webcams in years because they were rarely away from each other for any length of time.



As he ended his call, LaMont felt a twinge in his manhood from merely entertaining the thought of what would take place before his slumber that night. He didn’t feel like interacting with strangers in the hotel restaurant after his wife had his mind with tantalizing anticipation, so he ordered up some room service for dinner. After he ate, he had a shot of Captain Morgan spiced rum, and climbed into a nice hot shower. As he lathered up with his Dove for Men shower gel, he was consumed by thoughts of Eileen and their countless erotic showers together. In an instant, the twinge he felt earlier in his member had grown to a rigid hard-on. He looked down and stroked it a couple of times and smiled with pride at the fact that being 47, the stiffness of his dick was like that of a teenage male. He thought to himself, “Damn, I can hang a leather jacket on this shit!”



Thinking of his wife’s beautiful tight pussy, LaMont wrapped his hand around his hard veiny shaft and tightened his grip to simulate Eileen’s snug pussy walls. He thought about her talented mouth and how good she sucks his dick and licks his nuts as if she was indulging in fine cuisine! LaMont felt the thickness of his pre-cum in comparison to the water, seep from the tip of his penis, as he quickened his strokes. He imagined the feeling of Eileen’s tongue swirling around the head of his dick, and the way she moaned in delight from the taste of his pre-ejaculate juice. LaMont bent his knees as he felt his orgasm begin there. It continued to travel up his thighs to his tight balls, until he finally yelled out.



“Oh shit! Oh my God! Damn, that was a good one!” LaMont smiled with momentary satisfaction and finished his shower.



In the meantime, Eileen was at home setting up her laptop and webcam, as the time had just about arrived for her to sign on to her man. She had on LaMont’s favorite lingerie; one of his dress shirts. After they were tuned in on one another’s webcam, LaMont saw what his wife was wearing and instantly felt his dick rise. It does it for him everytime; seeing Eileen parading around in his shirts, which of course, were always too large for her, but just long enough to cover her ass and expose some shoulder.



Excited, but trying to remain composed, LaMont greeted his wife while lying on his hotel room bed with his back propped on pillows. “Hi Baby!”



“Hi Papi! How was dinner?” Eileen asked sitting yoga style in the middle of their bed at home.



LaMont was subconsciously touching himself, as he always does when he’s naked. “Dinner was good. I had a steak, baked potato, and broccoli.” He could see Eileen slide a covered tray closer to her, as she switched to the same position as her husband.



“Papi, I don’t think you had enough veggies with your dinner.”



With dick-stiffening anticipation, LaMont asked, “What’s that on the tray Babe?”



“Oh, just some veggies that I picked up from the farmers market today,” Eileeen explained as she removed the covering and revealed fresh carrots, yellow squash, and cucumbers.



LaMont’s subconscious cock-fondling quickly turned into deliberate squeezing, stroking, and tugging because he knew what his freaky ass wife was up to. Eileen’s now exposed pussy was plenty wet just from watching her husband’s penis-play. She loves watching him and men in porn movies jerk off.



Eileen started with the carrot. With her left hand, she opened the petals of her flower and exposed her clit to her waiting man. She took the narrow and pointy end of the carrot and like a school teacher of old, she pointed to her wet, glistening anatomy.



“Nutritional Sex Education class is now in session. Ah, I see my only and star pupil is present and eager! Let’s begin, shall we? This is Mrs. Anderson’s pussy.” Taking the tip of carrot and using it as a pointer, Elieen pointed out her clit, moved down, inserting it slightly in her vagina and stirred it around. She let out a little giggle because she unintentionally tickled the walls of her pussy with the carrot’s narrow tip. Eileen brought the 8-inch carrot up to her mouth, ran her tongue along the length of it, then inserted into her ass until it was about 6 inches in.



“Oh my God Eileen, you are making me absolutely crazy with your hot ass!” Stroking his dick in a steady rhythm, his wife could see a blood-filled vein along his dick’s shaft.



“Eileen?! That’s Mrs. Anderson to you young man!” While twisting and pumping the carrot in and out of her asshole, Eileen reached over and grabbed the yellow squash and inserted the curved end into her now dripping pussy. She released a pleasurable moan as if it was LaMont penetrating her with his hot and throbbing manhood. Eileen, working both the carrot and the squash with more passion and rhythm, could feel herself about to cum.



Trying to collect herself, she exclaimed with a heavy sigh, “No! Not yet! Not right now!” LaMont stopped stroking his dick as if “Mrs. Anderson” had commanded him to do so. One at a time, Eileen pulled out of the carrot, then the squash, and licked off her juices until the squash was clear of her essence.



Finding himself almost overwhelmed by his wife’s sexual prowess, LaMont softly, but emphatically said, “Damn Baby! I love you!”



“And I love YOU. I hope you’re enjoying class!” Reaching to retrieve the last item on the tray, Eileen picked up the cucumber, which she had already thinly coated with olive oil.



“Oh hell yeah, I am!”



The cucumber was about 8 inches long, as was the carrot, but it was much thicker with a diameter of about 3.25 inches. It was far too thick for Eileen to comfortably penetrate her vagina 6 inches deep like she was able to do with the carrot.



La Mont, still with a hard, throbbing pre-cum oozing dick, asked his wife with sincere and loving concern, “Baby, will that even go into your tight little pussy without hurting?”



“Well Baby, I’m only gonna take what I can handle. K?”



LaMont smiled and said, “Okay.”



Eileen took a deep breath, opened her legs a little wider and inserted the cucumber, she could feel her pussy stretching beyond what she was used to. Turning the cucumber and pushing it into to her vagina, Eileen found that she could take about 3 inches in length before the stretching and pressure became uncomfortable. As she relaxed and shifted her focus back to the task at hand; jacking off with her husband, Eileen noticed the feel of the bumpy skin of the cucumber against her walls. She moaned and whispered, “Papi, this feels good!”



“Baby, it LOOKS good!” LaMont quickly set free his concern about his wife’s comfort level, and once again increased the stroking pace of his dick.



Seeing her man work up to what would soon be and explosive climax excited her that much more. “Papi, is your Baby fucking this thick ass cucumber?”



“Yes Baby you are!” Eileen, I’m about to cum Baby! It’s gonna be a big one!”



“I’m ready to cum too Papi!” Eileen took the cucumber out of her pussy, and using the lubrication from her drenched orifice, she pressed and slid the end of the cucumber across her swollen clit.



“Oh shit! I’m bustin a big ass nut for my nasty tight pussy Bitch! Aggghhh!”



“Papi! Papi! I’m gonna cum you fucking river! Ooooh!”



Their bodies went limp after relaxing their rigid climactic muscles.



“Eileen, that was awesome! Wish we were together for the cleanup.”



“I know Baby, me too. I miss you.”



“I miss you too, My Love.”



Before they knew it, Eileen and LaMont had drifted off with smiles on their faces and great satisfaction.



Every night for the rest of the week, they talked for hours until bedtime about everything, anything, and nothing. During one of their conversations, LaMont wanted Eileen to tell him a sexual experience that she wanted to have with him that they hadn’t done together before as part of her birthday celebration.



Immediately, Eileen knew what she wanted. “Mmmm, that’s easy Papi, but I’m gonna ask for it on my birthday. Okay?” Her husband acquiesced.



Friday had finally arrived! Eileen waited excitedly for her strong and muscular luggage-toting husband to emerge from the airport terminal. He threw his bags in the car, climbed in and planted a long, wet, passionate kiss on his wife’s wanting lips.”Happy Birthday Baby!”



“It is NOW My Heart!”



They talked and debriefed each other during the drive to the hotel near their favorite bar.



LaMont and Eileen checked in, entered the room, threw their bags down, then threw themselves into each other’s arms. LaMont sat down on a dinette chair, and bit on Eileen’s nipples which protruded through her thin rayon sundress. He reached under her dress and caressed and squeezed her ass cheeks until she became so aroused, her inner thighs slipped against each other with wetness. Eileen bent down and set free the bulge in his pants, straddled his dick and descended on it. They moaned, groaned, grunted and fucked until both of them clearly understood just how much the other was missed.



They cleaned up and went to the bar. They ate, drank, and danced like they were the only two in there. No one else existed. The final Jack Daniels birthday shot got each of them, not intoxicated, but sufficiently buzzed. LaMont’s senses however, were sharp enough to realize that Eileen had not yet given him a response to his “sexual birthday experience” question.



Leaning into her and speaking in her ear, he asked, “Tell me Eileen. Tell me what you want to experience from me tonight.”



Eileen looked deeply into his eyes, smiled, got off of her bar stool, stood between his straddled legs, pulled him close and spoke into his ear.



“Papi, I know I’m only 45, but tonight on THIS birthday, I wanna be GOLDEN.” Then she took a half step back to watch LaMont process what she meant.



He smiled and asked, “Are you sure?” His wife smiled back and nodded affirmatively. He took her hand and said, “Let’s go.”



Eileen was so excited about what was going to take place that she could hardly contain herself. She thought, “It’s gonna happen! I’m gonna get my first golden shower!”



Once in the room, LaMont picked up Eileen and put her on the bathroom countertop. He went between her legs and licked, sucked and nibbled her clit, and ate her pussy until she was trembling with orgasmic pleasure. LaMont asked, “How you feel Baby? Your bladder full? I want you piss on me first, suck my dick, and then I’ll make YOU golden. Okay?”



“Yes Papi, I DO need to pee really bad.”



“Okay, let’s get in the shower.” LaMont instructed.



He got in the tub first and laid back as if he were taking a bubble bath.



“Okay Baby, straddle me. Piss on my dick, then work your way up to by chest.”



Eileen followed her husband’s instruction and did just what he said. As Eileen released her golden stream on her man, he moaned and rubbed it on himself like expensive cologne. After she was finished, LaMont sat up and tasted her pussy from urethra to vagina.



“Mmm.” He said moving to a standing position.



Eileen dropped to her knees and sucked her husband’s dick like she was nursing from a teat. She licked her man’s balls and slid her tongue up and down his stiff shaft, rolled it around the head of his dick, then commenced to a rhythmic sucking with some intermittent deep throating. LaMont grabbed the back of her head, and showed more sexual aggression toward her than ever.



“Come on. Suck your Papi’s dick. Take it Bitch! Take that shit! Don’t stifle your gag. The more you fight it, the harder Papi’s gonna fuck his little Bitch’s face!”



Eileen’s gag reflexes had kicked into overdrive with her husband’s aggression. She gagged and heaved forward, never once pulling away from her husband’s dick. With every gag, LaMont would pause briefly, so his wife could collect herself.



“Damn Baby, you taking this shit like a champ!”



LaMont’s knees buckled slightly, and he yelled, “Ohhhhh! You gonna swallow this shit for me Baby?”



At that moment, LaMont blew his load in the back of Eileen’s throat. She swallowed most of his cum pushing a little out of her mouth so he could see it dribble down her chin like in the porn movies.



LaMont helped her to a standing position. They looked each other in the eyes, hugged and kissed deeply.



“Stand against the shower wall Baby. I’m gonna start on your thighs and move up if you want me to. You talk to me. Okay? Let’s make you golden.” He started his stream.



The warm liquid from her Husband, her Soul Mate, her everything, felt so good, so good. Eileen slid down the wall so LaMont’s stream would hit her stomach.



“Cover me Papi. It feels so warm and good!” She baptized herself in her husband’s urine and felt so close and committed to him, that she was moved to tears.



“You okay?”



“Yes Papi, I’m so far beyond okay, words can’t express it.”



Eileen pulled her husband into her, kissed him, and whispered in his ear. “Thank you LaMont. I love you so very much!

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