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This chapter contains a lot of forced bi. Part 4 won’t contain any.



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I just had a glass of water and took a moment to gather myself, then I got up and found the girls in the bedroom, dressed in outfits they’d wear in their videos, lots of leather and bright red latex, high heeled leather boots, sexy make up, everything.



Sar told me I’d finally get to relax. They got me into bed and then tied my limbs to all four corners, face up. Then Sar shoved a ball gag into my mouth.



I saw a few whips and paddles on the nightstand next to the bed, and they each took one and started to hit my legs with them, not too hard at first, but they kept speeding up. They worked over my legs, chest and stomach thoroughly, until I was wincing or crying out with most hits. I could see my skin was bright red.



Then they untied me, as Alexx detached me from spread eagle and instead, again, handcuffed my arms behind my back and my ankles together. Then they rolled me onto my side and got onto the bed beside me.



From there, they wrapped their arms around each other and started to kiss long and hard, right next to me, Alexx’s body frequently pressed against mine.



They left all their clothes on, as Alexx mounted Sar and then they started to kiss and touch each other right against me. Both of their nearest hands grabbed my cock and they stroked it slowly together as they keep kissing. Alexx was kissing her neck, her jaw, her collarbone and the exposed tops of her breasts as they pressed their bodies together while stroking my dick that pointed towards them at their hips.



Sar peeled her own tight tube top down under her breasts so Alexx could start to lick and suck her nipples, making Sar gasp and squeeze my cock tighter. Eventually they switched positions, Sar’s shiny, saliva soaked breasts glistening as she knelt over Alexx and rubbed her breast through her top. Soon both their hands again found me, as they fondled my balls and stroked my cock, keeping me very aroused.



I felt so useless, their legs and shoulders rubbing against me, their hands stroking my cock, I wanted to participate, to touch and feel and pleasure them, but I could do nothing but lay there, hands stuck behind my back.



They played with each other for a long time, they were so passionate and tender, their moans and breathing alone were driving me wild, their beautiful bodies, dressed up so sexy, tickling my dick, teasing it, keeping it throbbing, when finally they pulled away a bit and pushed me onto my back.



They got on either side of my hips and bent over, taking turns sucking my dick, my ankles still linked together, my wrists together behind my back, uncomfortable, but I didn’t care.



Then Sar took my dick in her mouth, deep throating it as Alexx started to suck my balls. It felt so amazing. They were going slow, slow and luxurious.



Both their tongues moved to my cock head, swirling around it together, it looked and felt amazing. I would moan and groan and it would make them smile and giggle. After a little of this, I realized they were acting, giggling and toying. I started to realize they were teasing, they had no intention of letting me cum. So, I just tried to enjoy the moment as much as I could.



Finally though, it did end, they flipped me onto my stomach and Sar sat on my head, her latex covered butt pressed on the back of my head into the pillow. Then they started to hit my ass, my head was pressed between the pillow and her ass so I had no idea what was going on, I just felt things smacking into my ass, stinging. At first I kind of liked it, but then it started to hurt, really hurt, they were hitting hard and I was yelling into the pillow with each stroke. Sar could control her weight, shifting it I guess, so at times it made it hard to breath. I would start to thrash and she’d let up a bit and I’d gasp desperately.



With my ass burning, she sat down hard again, cutting off my breath as they whipped my ass, I started to thrash, but she didn’t let up, I started to really panic, screaming, but still nothing, I felt my mind get cloudy, then I saw red, then I felt dreamy, the pain in my ass fading away, and finally, I saw light, Sar had gotten off me. I opened my eyes, the pain returned as I gasped for breath.



They then undid my cuffs, but they weren’t done yet, it turns out. Alexx dragged me by the ear to the living room again and got me on the coffee table, she had a huge coffee table, it was close to a small mattress in size, just shorter. I lay on it on my back, my head to my knees were on the table and Sar jumped on top of me, sat on my face roughly, in the time from here to the bedroom, she had taken off her pants, and again smothered me, this time her bare pussy against my face and I started to lick her, meanwhile Alexx had my legs up in the air, then spread wide and I could feel her rubbing lube around my asshole.



I couldn’t see or barely breathe with Sar’s hard legs clamped against my face, and sitting down so forcefully. I could barely hear her moans, they sounded like they were so far in the distance to me.



Then, I thought I had her close to coming, but instead, she hopped off and ordered me up on my knees. I got up and Sar started to play with my balls. Sometimes nicely, other times roughly grabbing, making me recoil and hiss, but she just said, “Keep still” as she would do it harder. She kept doing it until I wasn’t reacting much when she started to hurt me, I just stayed as straight and still as I could, grimacing.



I noticed something had changed while I was being smothered, I could hear Alexx behind me, touching herself, or getting dressed or doing something, but I didn’t want to turn out while Sar was playing with me.



Then Sar got up and walked behind me, my eyes followed her until I saw Alexx wearing a strap on, and unbeknownst to me, another guy had entered the house, and Alexx was undressing him as they kissed. Me and Sar watched them as Sar stroked my sore, beaten ass cheeks delicately. It felt so nice and soothing, comforting me.



Now that we were all naked, save Alexx’s strap on, he walked towards me and said, “Alexx’s new bitch, huh? she said you sucked off four dudes just a few hours ago…never mind, I can see the evidence all over your face…and in your hair. You pussy.”



Then he grabbed Sar’s neck and roughly guided her into a kneeling upright position, while Alexx got to her knees beside her, then they both worked on his dick, getting it hard, sucking it in turns and together.



A few minute later, Sar got back on the table in front of me, kneeling, her ass facing me, and bent way over, so her face was on the table, her ass just in front of my face, she spread her legs out wide, really wide, her hips barely a foot off the table now, she was really flexible, it naturally opened her ass.



“Get your nose right in there, check out my ass.” she said. “Lick it!”



I did, licking along her ass hole. “Yeah,” she said. “Keep doing that.”



Then I felt a hand on my own ass crack, Alexx was running a hand on it, and circled my asshole for a brief moment.



Then I saw the guy getting into position from behind me.



“No, fuck,” I said, turning to face Alexx, “I don’t want a guy to fuck my ass.”



“Then get out.” Alexx said simply.



“Fuck,” I said.



“You want it then, slut?” Alexx asked me.



“Yeah, I do.” I said. Thankfully she didn’t make me beg, that would have been terrible.



“I know you’ll love it.” Alexx said, “You’ll be moaning for more cock in no time.”



I just held my position, on my knees, Sar’s butthole still in my face. I really didn’t have a choice, I said I would, I was going to have to. His cock was average, that was a plus, not oversized like the four I sucked today.



I was prepared as best as I could, but he didn’t start, instead he said. “No, no, beg for it. Wow, you really beat his ass…shit.” He grabbed one of my cheeks and squeezed it very hard, digging his nails in, I was sure he was ripping skin, and he didn’t stop until I flinched and pulled away.



Swallowed my pride, getting rid of any dignity I had left, about to let them do something to my body I never wanted done, I said, “Please, do it.”



“What?” Sar said, “that was awful. Details, convince us, passion, or you can get the fuck out anyways.”



“Please, sir, fuck my ass with your hard dick.”



“How bad do you want it? Tell me.”



“I want it so bad, please, fill up my ass.”



“I’m not convinced.” Alexx said, “I expected a little slut boy that loves taking dicks in his ass as much as he loves sucking them. I expected a bitch that would do anything to get his ass pounded. I thought you craved a men inside you.”



I was going to cry, I was so trapped, so helpless. My voice cracking, I tried again. “Please, fuck my ass, fuck it as hard as you can, make me hurt. I want your big hard dick inside my ass, I wanna feel it all the way, deep inside me, stretching me. Use my slutty asshole. I’ll do anything to have your big cock inside me, pounding against me. Please, please, please, use my ass.”



“Good,” he said, and cracking my cheeks open with one hand, he used the other to hold his cock as he pressed it against my asshole, he rubbed it around on the lube for a second and then I think all four of us gasped as it slide inside me.



“Fuck yeah,” Alexx said, then pointed my head back at Sar’s ass, who was leaning over again, spreading her thighs wide and waiting for my tongue. “popping a gay cherry never gets old.”



I leaned over and licked her asshole again, giving my mind something to do, to not process a man was in my ass right now, amy tongue is a girl’s sweaty asshole was the far more enjoyable thing happening to me right now.



He started to move, holding my hips as he slid in and out, meanwhile Sar was yelling at me to lick her ass faster, stronger, to try to penetrate her with my tongue.



Alexx was berating me, calling me a cock slut, telling me to lick Sar’s filthy butthole, all along her crack, calling my hanging, erect cock pathetic, asking me how I liked having a dick in my ass. Telling me she was going to have my ass ruined. She grabbed my head and ran it up and down Sar’s crack, making me take big, long licks.



The guy, whose name I don’t even know, was picking up the pace now, gripping my hips very tightly as he moved in and out. I was trying to stay attached to Sar’s ass as his fucking was getting stronger, moving me, we were in sync, he’d thrust, moving me forward, pressed into Sar’s ass, leaning her forward, then she’d push back, I’d go back and he’d thrust again, in a cycle.



I felt Alexx’s hand on my chest, she then hooked up a nipple clamp, it was fucking tight, and hurt like hell and I yelled into Sar’s asshole, then the other one came on and I yelled again.



Then, I felt the weight being increased, she was hanging weights from them, I didn’t dare look, but I could feel it, now with each thrust into my ass, I could feel his balls slam into me, the weights swung, pulling at my nipples, each time making me moan into Sar’s asshole, who would just moan back.



He was really gripping my sides hard as he fucked me, hurting me. There would be bruises there the next day I thought.



Alexx kept hanging weights, until I was yelling into Sar’s ass.



“Is he still licking?” Alexx asked.



“Fuck yeah, it’s making him better.” Sar said.



Then he pulled out and Alexx put a little lube along her own strap on and slide it inside me, it was about the same size, a bit bigger, so the feel was similar and it just slide in so easy. She was going at a real slow pace.



The guy came around and pulled my head out of Sar’s ass, and was waving his dick in my face.



“This was just in your ass, this turned you gay for me. This made you into my little bitch, my little whore.” He was slapping my face with it. “Smell it, smell your ass.”



“Yeah, now taste it, clean it all up for me to go back in.” He stuck it in my mouth. Pushed it in deep. “Clean it good. Yeah…”



He did it a few more times, then said “You want this back in your ass?” as he slapped me with it. “Huh?” He slapped me with his cock again.



“Yes…yes please.”



Alexx reached around and was rubbing my dick.



He kept slapping me, “tell me what you want.”



“I want your dick back in my asshole.”



“Alright,” one more shove into my mouth and he walked back around and Alexx pulled out and again he shoved his hard dick into my waiting ass.



He grabbed me hard at the hips again and soon got a rhythm up. I looked at how fucking hot Sar looked all spread out, pussy and ass glistening, my spit running down her crack, before she ordered me down into her ass again.



The fucking increased, he was really going hard, I couldn’t stay on Sar and lifted my head, moaning, shaking with every thrust, my nipples killed, my knees were raw, my whole body ached. My dick twitched uselessly, leaking precum, desperate for touch, as he fucked me so hard, our groans drowned out everything else before he pulled out and hustled to the side and managed to get his cock in my mouth just in time to come.



He made me swallow then lick his cock clean before he got dressed and left.



“Fuck,” I said to myself and lay down on the table.



“Well, we’re going to go get dinner.” Alexx said, and we don’t want you just grabbing some clothes and bailing so…follow me.”



They led me to the bathroom, Sar put a towel in the tub, and had me sit down on it. Then got some cuffs and cuffed my wrists together, then made me bring my knees up to my chest, and she put my wrists on the ground in between my legs to my ankles and then cuffed all four together closely. Finally she cuffed that whole contraption with a long chain to a bar just outside the tub, on the counter, so I couldn’t leave the tub.



Alexx brought in a pitcher of water and made me drink the whole thing, slowly feeding it to me. Then a big cup of juice on top of that.



“If you can hold out until I get back without peeing, I’ll give you a big reward.” They left the room and then came back like an hour later, dressed up really sexy, in tight little dresses. I thought I had won, and was excited.



“We’re going out for a while,” Alexx said, “Sit tight, and I think when we get back…I’ve had a long day, we’ll probably just cuddle and sleep ok? And if you can hold out without peeing, remember they’ll be a reward, a truly good one. So really try.”



I said “OK.”



“Good,” Alexx said and they left. “While we’re gone, think about how silly your little refusals and bullshit have been, and how pointless it is, and consider just doing what I say without all the little girl drama.”



I already had to piss, so once all the liquid worked through me, I was going to be in real trouble. I decided that I really wasn’t going to torture myself to hold it in, once it got painful, I’d just piss. I was hoping they were only going out to dinner, so maybe they’d be gone two hours, possibly less.



At first I just kind of examined my body, I saw bruises forming around my nipples where the weighted clamps had hung, same with at my hips and sides were the guy was gripping, squeezing really extremely hard. Then I had various deep red marks all over my body where the girls had beat me especially hard with whips or paddles.



I still have hard cum crusting on my face, and I could feel it all over my hair as well. My knees were still bright red and sore, spending hours on them. Then my neck and jaw and back especially were just so sore, they like burned when I moved them more than very slowly.



Then. I started testing the limits of my restraints, imagine yourself sitting down, bring your knees up to your chest, feet on the ground, then lean over and grab your ankles and don’t let go. That’s how much movement I had.



Then, a chain connected to my wrists was connected two feet straight ahead of me, to the water tap, so even if I could manage to struggle to get out of the tub, that chain wouldn’t let me go anywhere anyways.



I really could do very little, I could lean over to stretch my legs some, but that would mean more uncomfortable for my back. The only thing I did do was lean against the cold tub side, once I got used to the cold, it was a bit more comfortable.



I had no actual idea of time, but I felt like they had been gone a long time and now my bladder was starting to let me know.



I wasn’t sure how to do that, I couldn’t bring my legs in close enough to hold my own dick. So, I couldn’t really control the stream. Nor could I get all my limbs out of the way, I’d either piss onto the towel under me, or arch it up some and get my legs and arms as little as possible.



I waited longer, but they didn’t come home, and it was starting to get really uncomfortable. I decided that not sitting on my own piss was best, so I wanted to get it as far as possible. I also noticed that the tub was plugged, which may or may not have been intentional, if they thought about it, I’m sure they would have plugged it, but maybe it was a happy accident for them.



So, I got as far away from the tap as I could, and bundled up the towels in close, then thought about Alexx and Sar fooling around, so I started to get hard to make it arch, and tried my best to give it a clear path through my arms and legs and started to go.



It started right against my wrist, but then once fully pressurized it was heading the right way, but there just wasn’t enough of a path and my dick, with no control, I got a lot on my left arm and leg, and once they get hit, it really doesn’t matter how much, so I just kind of let it happen, the feeling of me letting go of all that piss was one of the most pleasant feelings of the day.



And also, it was warm, all over my cold arms and legs, it actually felt relaxing, for right now.



I finished and surveyed the scene, drips of piss all over my arms and legs, yellow drips all along the tub and a small pool of it right over the drain.



I was going to be pissed if they walked in the door right now, right after I finished, but they didn’t. They were still a long time, god, they left around 7, and there were no windows in this room, just a light, but I could see into the main area, it had been black for a long time in there, and it didn’t get like that until, I think around 10, so it was well past 10.



I’d been sitting in this tub for probably 4 hours at least.



And still more time passed.



Finally, I heard the door lock jiggle, then the door opened and I heard Alexx giggling and being loud, I suspected she was drunk. Then I heard a man’s voice. Shit.



Alexx came into the bathroom and saw the piss and laughed. “I knew there was no way you could hold it for that long…fuck, I’m feeling how you felt just before that.” She slide her panties down and lifted up her dress, then sat on the edge of the tub and pissed into it just below my feet.



“I know I said it’d be a quiet night…” she said, over the sound of her urine against the porcelain, but I met an old friend. You have to meet him.”



“Where’d you guys go?” I asked.



“Out to dinner, then out dancing, I drank a lot, so did Sar. She went home.”



Alexx then stood up and leaving her dress up around her waist, grabbed the key off the counter and unlocked me and had me unplug the tub, telling me I could clean it later. Then she ordered me on my knees and to lick her pussy clean, I licked up her slit a bunch of times which was still glistening with driblets of her piss.



Then I had to wash her hands for her and pull her dress back down. Then I got the towels out of the tub and wiped the piss off my arms and legs and then we went out to the living room.



I saw the guy, dressed in dark jeans and a bright colored shirt, open a few buttons down.



He was black, pretty short, a little stocky, his arms and legs appeared thick, but not refined or bulging. Alexx introduced him as Wayne and told him to call me whatever he liked.

By Christmas, Sarah and I had been ‘dating’ for a few weeks. If you could call it that. I had been spending a lot of my time with her but I often felt more like a servant than her boyfriend. Most couples might curl up together to watch a film, I was more used to curling up at her feet. Worse, I was sure my friends realised there was something odd going on. Mark, who had the room next to mine often smirked knowingly at me. The others were always a little cold around Sarah and had started treating me differently.



The weeks had gone by in a sexual haze. I’d knelt between her legs to service her with my tongue more times than I could count. I’d feel her hands slip down the back of the panties she made me wear whenever she wanted to arouse or embarrass me. Once, I spoke sharply to her in front of my friends. It was a movie night and to get back at me she wrapped her arm around me under our blanket. I had to quickly suppress a moan when I felt her start to finger me right there. I then spent the next hour trying to remain silent, trying not to cum in my silky panties and mostly trying to ignore the feelings this girl created in me, seemingly unaware of my embarrassment. When we went back to my room, she had me lie over her lap for one of the many spankings I’d received over the weeks we’d been together. I was sure my friends heard them, I’m now certain Mark did.



In Mid-December, My housemates planned a party for Christmas and we’d decided to do a Secret Santa. Somebody suggested that one of the group should dress as Santa to give out the gifts people had been bought. I had no idea why at the time but Sarah immediately volunteered. The others laughed but suggested that I should do it instead. My heart sank as Sarah told them it would be fun and that I could be her beautiful assistant. I knew then this wasn’t going to turn out well for me.



I wasn’t wrong. On the night of the party, Sarah showed up dressed like a perfect, traditional Santa. She was a little too slim but she’d even found a false beard to give her some authenticity. My friends loved it and asked about my costume, only to be told to wait for the surprise. Sarah then dragged me to my room and stripped my clothes off, right down to the white and pink chiffon thong she’d left the night before. She hadn’t explicitly told me to wear it that day, but I’d known better than to ignore panties she’d left in my bed.



“Oh you’re such a good little boy.” She murmured, cupping my balls through her thong. “You always know what to wear to make me happy. Will you wear something special for me today? Maybe if you make me really happy, I’ll make you happy when the party is over…”



I moaned and just nodded, feeling her fingers trace further between my legs. I’d lost count of the number of times she’d hinted at sex to make me do things. I knew I shouldn’t believe her but something about the way she spoke was irresistible. Her fingers followed the material of my thong and I could feel her putting pressure between my cheeks; teasing me. Her free hand rummaged in her bag and eventually she handed me a pink box.



“Go shower and use this sweetie. No hair below your eyebrows and then you can try on your costume!”



I looked at the box and sighed, it was hair removal cream and I was terrified by what she had in store for me.



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An hour later, the party was in full swing and I had a red velour dress on; greeting people as they arrived. Not just any old dress, a tiny red dress. The fluffy white trim of which barely covered my red lace panties. I was dressed as a slutty female Santa, complete with candy striped hold-up stockings and bright red heels. My matching gloves went to my elbows but barely covered my hand, so Sarah had given me long, red, false nails. Everyone laughed when they saw me but only in good fun. They seemed to think it was hilarious and complimented how I looked. Some even seemed a little too flattering! Only my friends, who knew Sarah quite well looked more worried than amused.



I was embarrassed but the good cheer stopped it being too humiliating. The only problem was Sarah, she wasn’t paying much attention to me. She even seemed to flirt with the other guys at the party, the ones not wearing slutty dresses. She finally pushed it too far when it came time for Secret Santa. At first people jokingly sat on her knee to tell her what they want for Christmas and be given their present. I stood to one side, smiling and organising everyone. Everyone laughed each time some joker groped the Sissy Santa (as Sarah took to calling me) and I tried to hide my reactions; the growing shame and occasional stirring in my panties. Eventually, most people had been given their presents and wandered away. At that point, my friend Mark was called up. I led him over to Sarah, blushing when he pinched my lace covered bum.



“Well now, you’re a big boy!” Sarah did her best Santa impression. “Maybe you won’t fit on Santa’s knee.”



Mark laughed and suggested she’d be more comfortable on his. I wanted to protest but she just jumped up and told me to lead Mark to his seat. When I helped him settle, Sarah immediately jumped into his lap. I was left standing awkwardly to one side as she put her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear. I was sure the arm he was using to steady her was lower than it needed to be. I started to turn red as the guests who were still there all saw them getting too close, all saw Mark’s hand holding her ass. Suddenly, she squealed.



“Oh your present!” She said, looking through her present bag. “Oh no, I’ve ran out! I must have been your Secret Santa, I forgot to get you one!”



Somehow, I didn’t buy it.



“Maybe we can make it up to you later.” She was much quieter now and looked at me as she said it.



“It’ll have to be something great, Santa can’t just give out late presents.” Mark took this all surprisingly in stride.



“You can have anything you want” She whispered and I hoped it was only loud enough for Mark and I to hear.



It was too much and I grabbed her arm to lead her to the bathroom. I could hear a few awkward laughs behind me and just hoped everyone would be gone before we got back. Closing the bathroom door behind us, I turned to Sarah.



“What the hell are you doing with Mark?” I tried not to shout.



“I’m just having fun sweetie, I know you were liking the way everyone treated you and I thought I’d just add to that. Am I wrong?”



She was so close to me as she said this that my cock started to rise, Sarah didn’t miss it and immediately started to rub the front of my panties. I knew this is why I rarely get to cum, I knew she used my constant arousal to control me but I did nothing to stop her. She turned me around and rubbed my cock with her palm, her fingers cupping my balls. I was now staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, my short skirt around my waist.



“Don’t you like looking this pretty?”



I nodded, I had to admit I did. My make up was slutty but perfect and the wig Sarah got me was long and beautiful. I’m slim (Sarah had been controlling my diet more and more as we dated) and my hairless body had never seemed so sexy before.



“And you liked how the boys treated you differently to normal? Even the ones who felt your pretty little bum?”



I bit my ever-so-red lip and nodded again. Sarah smirked and moved to feel my ass.



“You have to understand then sweetie. Part of that is men like Mark, real men, will see me and you together and think there are two girls for the taking. If you were big and manly, he’d see me with you and know I was off-limits. Instead he hears the spanking at night and just knows I’m not over your knee. He sees you in that dress and wonders if either of our asses are off-limits.”



I’m stunned, it all made sense but I just couldn’t accept it. Some part of me wanted to resist and tell her I was a man. Another just wanted to cry but as I felt the familiar sensation of Sarah’s fingers inside my panties, I knew all I really wanted is for her to never stop touching me.



“That’s a good boy, just accept it. Why don’t you slide your hand down your cute dress and pinch those nipples for me?”



That’s when Mark walked in. He saw me leaning over the bathroom counter, playing with my own nipples whilst Sarah fingered my ass and rubbed the front of my panties with her hand like she was playing with her girlfriend’s pussy. He just laughed and walked out.



“Do you want to cum tonight?” Sarah asked me just as I was on the verge of tears.



“Yes please Sarah, you said if I made you happy, something good might happen?” I responded, I don’t know how I was so hopeful but I tried.



“Yes, now I’m going to talk to Mark. The party is over so go sit in your room and wait for me. If you do what you’re told without complaining, you can fuck me tonight.”



She spanked my ass hard and walked out, leaving me to compose myself. I couldn’t believe what she’d just told me. I thought she would never let me fuck her after the party. All night she’d seemed more interested in other guys and I thought that the last hour had labelled me a sissy in her eyes forever. I pulled my dress back into place and ran to my room, sitting on the edge of my bed just waiting for her to arrive. I wanted to strip off, be waiting for her as a man but I didn’t want to piss her off so I decided to wait for permission. As it turned out, this was the right decision.



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Some time later, the two of them crashed into my room. I couldn’t believe my eyes as Sarah kissed Mark, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He’d lifted her off the ground and now gripped my girlfriend’s ass in his big hands. I wanted to protest but Sarah broke off her kiss and turned to me.



“Remember sweetie, no complaints if you want to fuck me.”



They moved backwards and fell next to me on the bed. Sarah straddled Mark, kissing him passionately and I watched in horror as he ripped her Santa costume off. She was wearing a red lace bra and panty set and my heart sank as I realised they are a perfect match to my own. Mark groped her freely, her body exposed to him and I could already see the differences between myself and him. The first time I was with Sarah, I meekly allowed her to strip me whilst she ignored all my attempts to undress her. She took her dress off for me slowly and only when she wanted to give me access to please her. Mark had the roles reversed; he was fully dressed and taking what he wanted whilst she gave herself eagerly.



Her bra came off and Sarah moaned, my cock strained in my panties when I saw Mark bite and suck her perfect breasts. Slowly, Sarah slid down the bed. She motioned for me to come over and started to undo Mark’s jeans. She pulled his cock out and I was stunned. It was 8 inches; long, thick and straight. His giant, cut cock looked beautiful in her tiny hand and Sarah smiled at me and the smaller cock that was straining against my own panties.



“Get over here sweetie, there’s no need to pretend you don’t want to! You’re clearly excited and although I’m on my hands and knees on your bed in nothing but panties, I don’t think it’s me you’re staring at.”



I blushed realising the goddess I’d lusted after was in my room in a position I’d only dreamed about and I was actually salivating over my friend’s cock. I knelt beside her, shaking slightly and watched her expectantly. Sarah slowly lowered her glossy lips to Mark’s cock. I watched him place his hand on the back of her head, pushing her down as the head of his cock disappeared. Then I felt it, a large, powerful hand on my head. I leaned forward, unresisting, and kissed the side of his cock.



Sarah reached out and gripped my ass, moving to finger me even as Mark pushed my head to his balls. I licked and sucked them, reaching out to return the favour for Sarah and the room was filled with moans. Side by side, Sarah and I played with each other even as we worshipped Mark. We must have looked like total sluts, working together bent over Mark’s cock. I wondered if I should have been in his place, if I should have felt pathetic for helping Sarah but that all went away each time Sarah brought me close to the edge.



Eventually, Sarah stood up and declared she had an idea.



“If you want your Christmas present Mark, let me give you my little pet’s ass.” She smiled as Mark’s face lit up.



“And for you Sam, do this last thing for me and you will get to fuck me.” She continued quickly, cutting off my protests.



I wondered how I could accept this. She was so quickly and obviously giving Mark anything he wanted, yet I had to beg and humiliate myself just to have sex with her. Even so, the thought of finally fucking her drove me on and as I thought about it, the idea of Mark’s wonderful cock fucking me was not entirely unappealing.



I was led onto the bed and Sarah came to lie next to me, holding a bottle of lube. Mark settled at the end of the bed to watch us make out, stroking his cock. We had our hands in each other’s panties, her newly lubed fingers driving me wild and my own girlish fingers finding her soaked pussy.



“Are you excited sweetie?” Sarah smiled at me as she asked, having noticed my hips moving against her fingers.



“Yes, Sarah” Is all I could whisper in response.



“I’m getting you ready to be fucked by your friend, of course you’re excited!” she laughed and slides another finger inside me.



Mark came over and had me sit up, his cock was directly in front of me and I knew what he wanted. I looked up at him and caught his eye, sliding my lips down his shaft. Sarah shifted to sit behind me, I could still feel her fingers inside me and I was eager for something more. Knowing that ‘something more’ was in my mouth, I sucked with earnest trying to turn Mark on so he’d be desperate to fuck me. His moans filled me with a strange pride and my enthusiasm increased until Sarah spanked me hard.



“Stop that, you stupid slut! I’m sure you’re just dying for a mouth full of cum but he’s here to fuck you.”



I was shocked. Sarah humiliated me, treated me cruelly even but she never sounded so abusive. Had I really made her mad? Mark laughed and Sarah pulled me back to lie on my bed. My tiny dress was up around my waist and my panties did little to cover me from Mark’s eyes.



“Now tell him what you want.” Sarah still sounded angry.



I took a deep breath and looked at Mark. Sarah was rolling a condom over his cock, and even then I felt a pang of jealousy at her touching him. Even so, the sight of rock hard cock and the knowledge that it was me doing this to him filled me with lust.



“Please will you fuck me? I’m desperate for a real, hard cock” My voice sounded breathy and pathetic, I just hoped it turned him on.



“I can’t believe you’re such a slut! I’ll fuck you, but not like this. If you want to dress like a whore and fuck your house mate, I’m up for it. We’re doing it my way though not like some sissy girlfriend-boyfriend fantasy.”



I struggled to respond, unsure what he wanted from me. Out of nowhere, he grabbed me hard, gripping above my hips. I was pulled up into the air, my slender frame posing no obstacle to him and he flipped me over. He pulled me onto my hands and knees and I could hear Sarah moaning behind me. She must have enjoyed Mark’s treatment of me. My panties were pulled to the side and I gasped, feeling his cock pressing against my now lubed and eager hole.



Sarah climbed onto the bed in front of me, completely naked and holding a bag. She must have stripped off when Mark was manhandling me and now her fingers were buried in her cunt. She was staring intently at Mark who had started to push hard into my ass.



“Play with your cock sweetie, it’s going to feel so good once you get used to it. You just need to relax.”



Sarah sounded reassuring once again and I immediately jumped to her command. I stroked myself, letting my friend push his huge cock all the way inside me. Sarah’s eyes were glued to us when Mark grabbed my hips and started to pull out a little, truly beginning to fuck me.



“Let me help you sweetie.” Sarah said, sounding truly caring now.



She slid down underneath me and pulled my head against her chest. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and feel my hand being pushed away from my cock, only to be replaced by hers. Any initial discomfort was gone, I was truly loving being fucked by Mark. I moaned freely and rocked my hips to help him enjoy it more.



“Do you remember what you get out of this deal, baby?” Sarah asks.



I was shocked for a moment. There was more than this? More than this beautiful girl playing with my cock even when I was dressed like a slut and letting my friend fuck me? Then I remembered, I was going to fuck her. As she lay under me, all it would have taken was for her to stop stroking my cock and direct it inside her instead.



“There’s just one thing.”



I moaned, what could be wrong?



“Do you like Mark’s big cock?”



I stared into her eyes and nodded, how could she not tell?



“Don’t you think I should get a cock like that?”



I didn’t know how to respond. I could see she’s planning something but I didn’t know what. She reaches into the bag and pulls out a large, pink strapon dildo, more like Mark’s cock than my own.



“I got this because I was going to fuck you tonight. Of course, Mark has claimed you for the night but that’s okay because I did have a second use in mind for this.”



She turned the dildo so the harness was facing me and I could see that it was hollow. My heart sank when I realised where this was going. Mark, however, was clearly enjoying my embarrassment; his pace increased when he saw what Sarah was holding.



“I don’t want to wear that Sarah, please!” I sounded pathetic.



“Oh but you do, sweetie! You don’t want to look silly in front of Mark. He’s doing a great job of fucking you isn’t he?”



“Yes, Sarah.” I could barely get the words out, Mark was fucking me hard and I was barely able to concentrate.



“So you don’t want to be writhing and moaning underneath him whilst I’m lying there looking disappointed with you!”



“No, Sarah but you won’t be!”



“Oh sweetie, of course I will! You’ll cum so quickly if I just let you fuck me and you’ll never satisfy me like that. If you wear this though you might last just as long as Mark and you’ll be able to please me with your big cock.”



I wanted to protest more but Sarah gestured at Mark and he grabbed my arms pulling me upright. I knelt with my cock pointing straight out and Sarah came forward to slide the hollow dildo over me. I struggled a little, I wanted to get up and leave but I couldn’t move away with Mark holding my arms and, if I’m entirely honest, I didn’t want to do anything to make his cock leave me. Mark stopped fucking me to take the straps from Sarah, leaving me waiting with him still inside me as he secured the dildo around me. My cheeks were burning and I couldn’t believe what was happening. With my arms free, I knew I could move away if I wanted to. Instead, with my panties around my thighs and this beautiful woman in front of me, laughing at my emasculation, I knew I should accept my role. My cock strained inside it’s pink casing and I hung my head, unable to meet Sarah’s eyes when I put my hands back on the bed and slowly started to lift my ass up and down on this real man’s cock.



“Mmm that’s right baby! Show Mark you know your place. You should be grateful I’m letting you near my perfect pussy, even with a dildo around that clitty of yours.”



I watched Sarah mocking me, furiously rubbing her clit and I moved faster on Mark’s cock. I wanted to please her, I wanted to feel more of him. Once the strapon was secure, Sarah slid back under me and started to kiss me. I could feel her grip the dildo with my cock inside it and pull it towards her.



“Fuck me, darling.” She whispered in my ear.

At 35 I had been successful in life, in most areas of my life at least. I owned a successful business; I had money, good friends, two fantastic children and a big old house in private grounds. The one area of my life that needed work was my wife Lisa. For the last five years she has been getting more depressing to be around. My previously peppy little wife became a fat cynical bitch, our family life became a bit of a war zone and our sex life became almost nonexistent.



My sister, Sally, had a similar disappointment in her marriage; her husband just couldn’t compete with her. Sally always had a high sex drive and a very active and varied sex life before she got married. She is a very attractive woman and in very good shape, she takes great pride in her appearance and loves to dress to show it off. When her marriage finally failed she brought her family back to our home town to come and live with us. Our house was big enough to house all seven of us comfortably and I felt it would help Lisa with the work load and ease the pressure on our kids.



Sally and I were always close and having her staying with us was a help in a lot of ways. She had trained as an art teacher and loved kids, she was hard working but pretty relaxed and the children just loved her breezy nature. The house became a friendly home again, even Lisa put on a good face for a while. After the first ten days she reverted to type, though, and steadily got even worse. Sally and I had several heart to heart chats about the problem deep into the night.



One night I was working late in my study when Sally returned home from an evening out. She had been complaining for the past six weeks about her lack of sex life and was hoping to end up in bed with the guy that night. I was surprised to see her; I couldn’t imagine a sane single man not trying to bed her looking the way she did. She flopped down on the couch and sat and chatted with me. I poured us both some Jim Beam and we sat and put our worlds to rights for an hour. She looked drop-dead gorgeous and my eyes kept wondering down the length of her beautiful body, dressed in a black corset style top that showed off her ample breasts and black mini skirt, stockings and heels that made the best of her legs too. She was truly a vision and I was struggling to keep my mind on track.



We kept coming back to my problem, now our problem: my depressed cynical wife. Sally’s suggestions started to become more bizarre and funny as she drank more and I played along as I got drunk too, creating and laughing about all kinds of weird scenarios from giving her a horse whipping to tying her to the railway tracks.



Three refills of our glasses and hour later, Sally jumped up. “Let’s go and have some fun with The Sourpuss!”



“Whoa!” I said, seeing her pick up an old riding crop that sat in an umbrella stand near the door. “What are you going to do with that?”



“Just a prop! You really have no sense of theatre!” And with that she picked up the dogs choker chain and an old photo off the wall and headed for the door of the den. I followed along, bottle in hand, admiring the curve of her ass, wishing she wasn’t my sister. At the door she turned suddenly.



“I do appreciate your roaming eyes by the way, don’t ever stop it.” She said with a dirty grin. “You have always been my favorite admirer.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed me softly on the nose.



“Always happy to oblige.” I said with a nod and a wave of the bottle.



We went into the den, closing and locking the big oak door behind us, and stood in front of the TV. Slumped in an easy chair was Lisa in an ill-fitting shabby nightdress. She was out cold, an empty wine glass and bottle on the side table. The TV still played. Sally switched it off. Lisa didn’t move. Sally coughed. Lisa still didn’t move. I joined in with the fun and dropped an ice cube from my drink down her cleavage. That did the trick.



“Wakey, Wakey.” Said Sally with a cheeky grin.



Lisa looked surprised and shocked but couldn’t get any words out. She tried to extract the ice from her cleavage but was fumbling terribly. Sally reached out, grabbing the lacy scooped neckline of her night dress, and tore it violently away. A huge strip of material came away in her hand and sally reached forward and pulled out what was left of the rapidly melting ice cube. She popped it into Lisa’s open mouth.



“Fuck!, You are huge!” Sally said in disgust. “You look like Jabba the Hutt wallowing in your chair.”



Lisa tried to push her away but Sally grabbed her hands and slipped the loop of the chain over them. “Hold that!” She said, handing me the chain. I grabbed it, managing to look ferocious, although I’m not as good an actor as Sally.



“Cry out and I’ll punish you so hard you will have marks for a month. This is wake up time.” Sally grinned menacingly at Lisa, flicking her flabby tits gently with the crop. “For six weeks I’ve been sympathetically sitting by while I watch you wallowing in self pity. For fucks sake, Jamie has put up with it in increasing degrees for five years! Time to step up or get out! We’re going to help you with the ‘step up’ option, so that you won’t have to face the ‘get out’ one. Why? Because, deep, deep inside your fat ass is this little cutie who melted my big bothers heart and made me not just a little bi-curious!” Sally held the photo in front of Lisa’s face. It was one that Lisa had given me when we were engaged; she was lying by a pool in a bikini looking very fresh and sexy. She opened her mouth to speak.



“Not now, sweetie. No need for excuses. We just want to see some change in attitude.” Sally said tapping Lisa’s lips with the crop. “See, now we have the first lesson. It is called showing your husband appreciation for all he provides for you. Otherwise known as Blowjob 101.”



Behind Lisa’s head, a little uncertain of whether I agreed with this approach, I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor, my cock had been half hard all evening with my beautiful sister to gawk at but now with her doing the Domme thing and a blowjob on the horizon, I soon became hard. It was a bit tricky with one hand while I tried to control Lisa with the other. Sally tore another piece off the nightdress leaving her naked at least at the front.



I managed to get my cock out and then grabbed Lisa’s head with my free hand. She didn’t take much coercing. She didn’t like giving blowjobs but she did unwillingly from time to time. Her style wasn’t ever great and being forced to do it, she was worse. I held her head until she got into a rhythm but it was a lousy one. I handed the chain to Sally who grinned wide when I took hold of Lisa’s head with both hands and began to fuck her face. I got all the way in a few times, which was a huge turn on, feeling her throat gag on my cock. Then I let her loose to try by herself again.



She tried harder this time, her hot little mouth working away on my cock did feel good but I was still a long way from cumming. Sally messed around, not wanting to be out of the action, stroking the crop across Lisa’s big tits and tapping the nipples, then tearing the last remnants of the nightdress off and in the process freeing Lisa’s arms. Lisa lifted her head from my cock, gasping for breath, her jaw obviously aching from the unexpected workout.



Sally groaned. “Well you show promise; there aren’t many girls who could take that big of a cock all the way! Not very impressive, though! That has to be one of the weakest blowjobs I’ve ever witnessed. He’s not even as hard now as when you started!”



Embarrassed, Lisa looked down.



“Well, the least you could do is apologize!” Sally snapped. “Come on! Apologize to Jamie for that crappy blow job!”



Lisa looked like she didn’t know what to do, she might fight back, she might apologize, but she did neither.



“You ungrateful bitch!” Sally barked.



Lisa opened her mouth to reply but was caught completely off guard by Sal who shoved the side of her hand into Lisa’s mouth and then struck down hard with the riding crop. The crop came down in a vicious arc, ending in a stinging blow on Lisa’s thigh. Lisa jerked furiously but Sal kept her hand in her mouth for a few moments.



“That is what punishment feels like!” She purred into Lisa’s ear. “Welcome to your new life. If you disobey either of us again you will be punished again. Two strokes next time.”



There were tears streaming down Lisa’s face. The shame and pain were written all over her. A large welt grew on her thigh. This had to be one of the horniest things I had ever witnessed: My very sexily dressed sister totally dominating my naked wife.



“Now let’s see if you can do any better with the fairer sex. Come over here and lick my pussy.” She slipped the choker over Lisa’s head and backed up. She stood in front the sofa, tugging on the leash.



Lisa, defiantly, and in a bit of a panic, didn’t move. Quick as a flash, Sally cracked the crop down on Lisa’s other thigh, twice. The strokes were harder this time; I could see Sally pour some effort into them.



Lisa squealed. Fuck! This was getting me hard.



Sally tugged the leash again. This time, Lisa responded to the tug. She turned and rose.



“No need to get up. You can crawl this short distance. Crawl to me and take my skirt off.”



Now, this was most definitely the horniest thing I had ever seen. Naked, on a leash, my wife crawled to her fully dressed mistress. Then uncertain whether Sally was serious, she hesitated. She watched mesmerized as Sally slowly slipped down her own black and red lace panties, wad them up and shove them into her mouth.



“Delayed obedience is disobedience!” Sally crowed. “Three!” She leaned over my slow wife and swung, and three raw red welts grew quickly on the rounded soft white flesh of my wife’s ass.



Lisa’s cries where muffled by the makeshift gag. Her body reeled with the sudden pain. Lisa spat out the gag. “Please!” She wailed. “Please don’t do this!”



“Speak again and it will be four! Now do as you are told!” Sally ordered, seemingly indifferent to Lisa’s pleading.



Lisa stared up at her new mistress, unbelieving, but then seeing the crop twitch in Sally’s hand she darted into action. Kneeling before Sally, she unzipped and dropped the pretty black suede mini skirt to the floor allowing Sally to step out of it. Sally towered above her in high heels and stockings and a basque, perfect hair and sexy makeup, her almost perfectly shaved pussy framed nicely by the straps holding up the stockings. She was an amazing sight: the perfect dominatrix.



“Make this good sweetheart and all may be forgiven.” Sally purred. Then she reclined, with her legs spread, guiding Lisa to her pussy with a tug on the leash and a hand behind her head.



Lisa seemed to offer no resistance. Sally smiled as Lisa’s head bent forward. I just had a glimpse of her tongue lapping before she buried her face in Sally’s crotch. Sally moaned a deep groan of satisfaction. She guided Lisa’s head a little, and then gave a little gasp.



“OH! fuck!” She moaned, her eyes making contact with mine. “This is going to be good.”



I watched her writhe with increasing passion under Lisa’s ministrations. Her eyes closed and she began to moan and give directions and encouragement. Her hips were moving over Lisa’s face and she was beginning to gasp. She held Lisa firmly to her as she rode her face in pleasure. The whole scene was incredibly erotic; Sally looked so fabulously sexy, so absorbed in the moment, her face a torment of need and desire. I watched; consumed by the sight in front of me, my cock in my hand, rock hard.



Sally’s eyes opened and looked at me as she began to groan in orgasm. She took me in with lust filled greedy eyes. “Fuck her!” She hissed “Let me see you fuck her!”



I stood and walked towards her big fat upturned ass. My cock was rock hard and I ran it up and down the crease of her ass before using it to spread her pussy lips before slipping it back up the crease for Sally to see. Making a show of it for Sally.



“Yeah! Baby. In her ass!” Sally hissed in wild lust. “Fuck her fat ass for me. Fuck her stinky asshole so I can watch!”



I pulled back, a smug grin on my face. It had been an awfully long time since my cock had been in my wife’s ass. There was butter on the side table that she’d been eating with something. I greased my cock with some of it and smeared some more around her puckered little hole. Then I leaned forward again, pressed my cock against it and pushed. I heard Lisa whimper into Sally’s crotch, but a few years ago she used to enjoy a bit of anal. I just held her ass tight and kept up a steady pressure; there was plenty of grease to ease my way in. I slid in slow and deep, up to the hilt. It felt amazing, hot and tight and so fucking nasty. I looked at Sally all the way in. She started cumming watching me push and was gasping and panting wildly in orgasm, pulling at Lisa’s hair, out of control by the time I was buried deep.



“Oh yeah, Fuck her ass! Fuck her fat ass! Ohhhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss, yesssssssssss yessssssssss!”



She grabbed Lisa with renewed heat. “Don’t stop licking me until he cums inside you, bitch!” She panted.



I pulled out partway then sank back in, the friction felt great. My sister’s dirty eyes on me felt pretty good too. I started a rhythm going fucking her in long deep strokes. Holding her tight by the hips I pushed in deep, time and time again, as deep as I could, pulling out until the tip of my cock was barely inside. I felt the muscles of her sphincter grab at me every time I pushed through their gates. Lisa started to grind back onto me.



Sally noticed and panted. “You like this don’t you, bitch?”



I heard Lisa’s muffled groan, then joined in. “You like my cock in your ass? You like it in deep like this? You like being fucked on your knees?” Each time I drove in with a stroke deep and hard, each time she bucked back to meet me. I slapped her big white ass hard each time, peppering it with big red hand prints.



I started fucking her faster and faster. Losing all self control, gripping her flabby love handles and pounding my cock into her over and over. Sally’s eyes widened and she began to moan again, rocking against Lisa’s face. Lisa slipped one hand down between her legs.



“Yes. Touch yourself bitch!” Sally hissed. “Cum with your hubby! Cum on his big hard cock!”



Fucking into the tight little hole I couldn’t hold off for long. I ploughed wildly in and out between her tightly clawing flesh, driving myself closer to my release. I watched Sally spiral over the edge again, her face contorted in a charge of sexual frenzy, clawing and grasping at Lisa as she bucked and shuddered her blissful release. Lisa cried out as her orgasm hit her almost perfectly in time with my own. I felt her begin to buck below me, her ass clenching tighter with each wave of her orgasm. It was all I could bear, I blew deep inside her, the jets of cum burning through my cock, the release so much more than I had had for years. White light in my mind, I just fucked in deep over and over, groaning and panting until the pleasure subsided.



I pulled out and patted her ass, the girl had done well!



Sally was on a roll. “Don’t go all weak now!” She said to me. “If we are going to get any real change, she has to step up all the way, herself!”



She pulled Lisa up on the chain. She was sweating and crying a little; panting and out of breath. She looked up with a little sad hope in her eyes.



“Clean him, slut. With your tongue!”



My heart could have broken for her at that moment. She looked astonished, not disgusted, just disbelief. She was stalled, not sure she could go on.



Sally leaned sideways and cracked the crop down hard on the side of Lisa’s big white fleshy ass in four hard strokes. Lisa let out a tremendous shriek. She heaved huge sobs of pain, then to my utter surprise she took my cock back into her mouth and suckled gently, lapping all over the length of it. That felt good; to have her so submissively cleaning me, to see her so subservient and ready to please. My cock began to harden as I looked down on her, watching her unkempt overweight form doing something she would never have dreamed of doing.



Sally watched, a smirk on her face, then when she saw my cock rising again she tugged at the chain. “Well done, slut! We have had enough of you for today! My brother and I have things to discuss.” Sally said sharply, dragging her off me by the chain. “Time for you to drag your sorry fat ass up to bed! But, tomorrow morning I am going to have a lie in. You will feed the children breakfast and pack them off to school. When they are gone you will either bring me a cup of coffee to my bedroom, naked, or you will prepare for an onslaught that you cannot begin to imagine. We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it is your choice, you have until tomorrow morning to decide….. Go!”



She left us, naked, carrying the tattered remains of her nightdress, the leash hanging down her back. We both watched her go and started smirking at each other, trying to contain our laughter, as she disappeared from view. We heard her climb the stairs and walk along the hall, gently she closed the door to her room.



“Fuck! That was fun!” Sally said, with a huge grin.



I poured us each a glass of Jim Beam, draining the bottle.



“Oh, the way she moaned into my pussy as you slid into her ass! Fuck, I’ll remember that ’til the day I die!” Sal giggled with glee. She was really buzzing with the power trip this had given her. “Then feeling every thrust you made transferred through her! Fuck, we have to do that again!”



“Have a drink to celebrate our success!” I said with a grin.



“God it was sooo easy. She barely resisted!” Sal said, clinking her glass against mine.



“The way she just crawled across the floor to you was so hot. She was completely beaten. You hot little dominatrix with your sub! Very, very hot!” I said with a catch in my voice. My cock was beginning to harden again at the thought.



“Mmmmmm!” She said, reveling in the memory, then catching sight of my hardening cock, she reached out and stroked the length of it. “Damn, you have a nice cock!” She purred, fondling it softly.



I felt her touch like a surge of electricity through me. Her caress was soft and gentle but the power of it coursed through me. My cock immediately soared to full length, my body aching for more.



“You want to celebrate properly?” I asked, running my fingers up her stocking clad thigh.



“Are you going to fuck me? You want to fuck your little sister?” She asked coyly over the top of her glass, still stroking the length of my hard cock.



“You are incredibly sexy, of course I want to fuck my sexy little sister.”



“Fuck, yeah! It’s been a long time coming. I’ve been fantasizing about you for years! Ever since I watched you jack off into my panties when we were 18! I wanted you to fuck me back then and I NEED you to fuck me now!”



She leaned back on the couch, still holding my cock, drawing me forwards. I moved over her as she lay down. She spread her legs and lifted her hips to meet mine. She guided my cock to her pussy, sliding it along the lips, she was wet and I slipped in easily. The guttural groan she gave as my hard cock sank into her was the sexiest sound in the world. She clutched at me urging me on, her eyes riveted to mine, her look drenched in desire and lust. In one sweep I sank in deep and rested there for a moment reveling in the feeling of her tight hot sex before I began to fuck her in long slow strokes.



Her eyes were locked on mine; she was moaning a continuous outpouring of pleasure. She kept whimpering “Yesssss, Ohhhhh Yessssss.” She pulled my face down to hers and lifted her lips to mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth and sought out mine toying and playing with me. Her hips lifted to my every stroke, her hands were all over me, clawing and pulling me down into and over her.

Warning: This and subsequent chapters deal with many explicit passages with topics you may find objectionable. Theses topics may or may not include: straight sex, extramarital relations, cuckoldry, interracial sex, bisexuality, homosexuality, FemDom, male domination, voyeurism, masturbation, etc. If these, or other similar topics offend you, it might be best to find another story more to your liking. 




Chapter 6



I looked over at Paul and he was still slowly working his cock. He had amazing control. Clearly taking his time and making things last. What took me off guard is the way he was staring at me. He had his eyes locked on my cock as he stroked his long shaft. When he caught me looking at him he changed his pace a bit, spread his legs wider and presented himself to me. It was as if he was offering himself… Inviting me to come over… Inviting me to take his cock.



“Looks like your wife is going to be busy for the rest of the night. You okay with that?”



“Yeah… I’m a little disappointed we can’t watch anymore but I’m psyched for her. I want her to be happy and Peter seems to have her well taken care of.”



“He definitely does” Paul replied. “But now I’m horny as hell. I need some relief. You probably do too… I might just have to let you suck my cock tonight so we’re not left out of the fun.”



That was a shocker. Here was a gorgeous specimen of a man that could get just about any woman he wanted, stroking his long cock in front of me, and not only offering himself to me, but telling me he “might let me” suck him off.



I hadn’t considered anything even remotely like that… but after hearing the words come out of Paul’s mouth… it had an almost electric effect on me. I was unbelievably charged up from the party, the booze, the pot, the amazing display that Debbie and Peter had just performed for us, and the fact that my wife was currently down the hall giving herself to another man. I was on fire and I needed to do something about it, and here was this gorgeous specimen of a man with a cock that would make anyone’s mouth water not only offering, but suggesting that I service him.



I was on my feet before I knew what was happening, walking over and kneeling down in front of the recliner he was sitting in. “That’s it Ted… Come on over and get some of this big cock. Your wife is fucking another man tonight, you should be with someone too.”



He spread his legs to let me in and I leaned into his lap and took that big beautiful cock in my hands. It was rock hard but smooth with silky soft skin. He was hairless like Peter and I massaged the smooth skin around the base of his cock as I opened my mouth and prepared to take him. The mushroom shaped head of his cock felt spongy and swollen as I got the first taste of its salty goodness. He moaned in satisfaction as I pulled him into my mouth.



“That a boy. Suck that cock… Just like your wife is doing to Peter right now.”



Paul’s words made me want to suck him harder and deeper. I wanted to make him feel good. To prove I could satisfy a man just like Debbie could.



“Take it slow and work your way up to it. I want you to take all of me into your mouth. Nice and soft now… That’s it baby. That’s wonderful. You’re good at that.”



He stopped talking for a few minutes while he enjoyed my work. I had about half his shaft and I loved how he felt in my mouth. The spongy feeling of his head. The rigid hardness of his shaft. I wanted to suck him deep into my mouth and make him cum. I wanted to provide some release for him.



He grabbed both sides of my head softly now. And kept me down on his shaft while he worked his way inside of me. He was moaning his satisfaction letting me know he like it.



After a few minutes of this he pulled me up to his face and kissed me. His tongue explored my mouth, tasting the flavors of his own cock and precum. He slowly wrapped his arms around me as we kissed deeper. Picking me up and carrying me over to the couch where Debbie and Peter had been.



He broke our kiss, picking up his head and smiling as we both heard Debbie cry out in ecstasy from down the hall. Peter was making her cum again and based on Debbie’s cry, this time he was making her cum with his cock.



Paul smiled and leaned in for another kiss “I think your wife loves the way Peter is fucking her!” His hands moved to my knees and he spread my legs open. I couldn’t resist even if I had thought to. As he leaned in for another kiss we heard Debbie cry out again and I felt Paul’s cock right up against me. I felt him start to push forward, slowly building the pressure against my ass. “You ready for it Ted?” Paul whispered into my ear. He made a final push and penetrated into me with his gorgeous black cock and I let out a long loud moan of relief.



He felt wonderful inside me and I spread wider to make full entry easier. He was gentle and only went half way at first. Slowly working his way in… Then slowly pulling out… Slowly and a bit deeper in… Then slowly out again. He worked me with a steady slow cadence eventually moving all the way in, giving me his full length. I had never felt anything like it before. He had amazing control, moving with such discipline he kept me anticipating his full length. When he was fully inside of me he whispered into my ear how good I felt. “I knew you would love it” he moaned. He was right. I was loving it. I loved the feeling of his cock buried deep inside of me. I loved knowing he loved it too. And my loud moaning as he thrusted gave away all my secrets. “You feel so good” he moaned as he bottomed out, “You like having a cock this big inside of you?”



“I love it…” I whispered back at him. “I love your cock in me.”



“You do don’t you baby? You love having me inside… You love having a cock inside of you that’s just as big as the cock that’s inside of Debbie right now don’t you?”



“Oh god yes. I love it!” I moaned.



Paul started moving deeper and faster now. Picking up his pace as we were both nearing completion. I could no longer hear Debbie and Peter. All I could hear was Paul’s heavy breathing and my moaning. We were perfectly synchronized as I opened wide to accept his deep thrusting and worked my hands over the smooth skin of his muscular chest.



His breathing became paced now. And I could tell he was nearing climax. “Go deep into me Paul. I love your cock. I love feeling it slide into me.”



Now Paul let out a few “oh gods” as his pace increased even faster. “I’m going to cum Ted… You feel so good, I’m going to cum!”



“Cum inside me Paul” I responded. “Go deep inside and cum in me!” I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he thrust hard and deep and fast. He let out a final groan and made one last hard deep thrust and came.



I held on tight as he continued to make small jerking thrusts. My ass clenched his cock firmly making sure I milked all of the cum from his cock deep inside of me.



“That’s it baby” I sad softly. “That’s it. Such a good fuck… So good.” I released my hold on him and went back to running my hands over his chest and looked into his eyes. We locked our eyes together and he leaned in for anther kiss. “God you felt so good” he said finally. “You know how to please a man. I haven’t cum that hard in months.”



“Glad you liked it. I loved it too. You certainly know how to use that gorgeous cock of yours “



I was still caressing his body with my hands as he leaned in for another kiss. He was softening inside of me. He relaxed on top of me and we embraced in a final kiss as he pulled himself out. “So glad I stayed” he said as we both drifted off to sleep.



We were still lying side by side when Debbie and Peter finally emerged from our bedroom a few hours later. Debbie giggled when she saw us in the morning sunlight streaming into the living room, “I guess these two found something to do. I don’t feel so bad now.”



I watched as Peter and Debbie embraced in a long deep kiss. “You’re coming back tonight right? After you drop off Paul?”



“Of course baby. I’ll be sleeping here for a while.”



Debbie smiled at that, “You don’t mind do you Ted? Peter wants to spend a few nights here. You can take the spare room.”



I felt my cock start to rise back up again as I thought about Peter fucking my wife all week. The two of them were physically perfect together and I would get to be there to witness it a few more times. …and I’d probably give Paul a call a few times as well. We can both play a bit.

There was another tumultuous uproar as Agnes Fairchild made her entrance, the women guests knew this could only mean one thing; they would be treated to the erotic delight of seeing a male undergo the psychological and physical torture of being taken close to death as he was hanged for their pleasure. The cocks rose on one and all of the males present who recognised the fearful Madam Fairchild, each hoping they would be chosen to face the supreme humiliation of spending on the rope before a crowd of women. Rumours abounded among some of the slaves, who had known others who had disappeared never to be seen again after the exquisitely exciting woman had been a guest of their respective mistresses; it was thought by some that she had exacted final and absolute domination on those males in some covert and exclusive session, whereby the chosen male’s enjoyment of the rope had been permanent. She was followed in by four female assistants who carried long boxes, and another whip bearing assistant, who took great pleasure in chastising two hooded and naked male slaves who carried the longest and obviously heaviest of the boxes, some twenty feet long. Kate took great pleasure in showing them to a space at the end of the room before returning with the supreme Agnes to greet Ella.



Gray’s cock stood erect and willing as the dominant Agnes approached, looking resplendent in the uniform of the evening; her nipples expressed from her full breasts in the black lace, a damp patch already prominent from the camel-toe which swelled from the black silk panties. Behind her the excited women watched with interest as her assistants oversaw the hooded males as a gallows was swiftly erected. Agnes smiled wickedly down at Gray with a knowing look; seeing him kneeling submissively, naked and hooded his cock lifting rudely in honour of her formidable presence, made her clitoris bulge with pleasure.



Before either she or Ella could make their introductions, a round of applause went up behind them, as a noose swung from a completed gallows and the two males were whipped to their knees in a position facing the rope. Two of the smiling assistants placed black silk handkerchiefs on the floor before the two slaves. The crowd of women laughed and jeered when they were ordered to masturbate; their reward for constructing the device on which a fellow male would be humiliated. The two hooded males were teased in turn by the whip bearer who ensured they would deliver a handsome sample of semen by striping their backs and buttocks as they wanked in a submissive heaven of their own; one had been a bank manager, the other a solicitor, both now mere playthings of Agnes Fairchild and dominated totally by her. Neither needed the extra humiliation of whip or jeering female crowd to guarantee a more than healthy ejaculation, both knew a secret about the device before them which they had witnessed when first fully enslaved by their absolute mistress.



They had watched while the gallows was constructed by two males who once held their present positions, two males who pleased their insatiable mistress’s cruel appetite totally. The women applauded enthusiastically as the two hooded males shot their seed in abundance, streaking the black silk liberally as they eyed the noose, both yearning for the day when they would erect the gallows in the walled yard behind the Fairchild residence while watched by their smiling mistress and two new slaves.



Gray was close to coming as Ella looked sternly at him as Agnes licked her lips and stroked his neck with her elegant hands, her cunt buzzing.



“He’ll swing very nicely; I would love to take him off your hands permanently if you just name your price, I’m sure no-one would miss such an insignificant cur, and it would make a delightful evening for all the ladies here.” Ella delighted in the tease and looked first to Gray with a wicked smile, and then to the noose which loomed invitingly, a grinning assistant testing the trap-door which dropped away with a pleasing thud as she eagerly tugged at the lever. Ella’s cunt oozed as she was impatient to see the spectacle, as were the other women who now crowded round in anticipation, it now being obvious who the victim was to be. She would have him become a little more acquainted with his executioner.



“I think you should sniff madam Fairchild’s cunt to gain an understanding of just how excited she is at the prospect of seeing you hanged. Do it now.” Agnes smiled with pleasure as the meek victim did just as he was told, a large clear blob of pre-cum now glistening from his pink bell-end, as his cock bobbed and dribbled on sniffing the delicious tang of the excited cunt of the woman who would have him dance on the rope; there was no mistaking the level of her excitement as she held his head and eased his nose up and down the generous slit bulging in her panties. Ella continued with her enjoyment.



“Remember how excited you were that day at Newgate when you saw our pleasure at Wingfield’s execution? Well now you have the chance to enjoy just how he felt, and to please your mistress and everyone else here too; I can see you are more than ready for it, you do want to hang for the ladies don’t you?” Gray was as terrified as he was excited by the prospect; he knew Ella could be harshly dominant with him at times, but took much pleasure in doing so; she was unlikely to allow Agnes to indulge her extreme carnal desire in snuffing him out, but she had not actually stated that she would not. As he looked up from the sweet scent of Agnes’ cunt, the fact that all the women who smiled down at him were in black and he was naked like a sacrificial lamb only served to emphasise his fear, but the idea of being bound and hanged by a woman, for the pleasure of other women excited him no end. The women grinned as he admitted his weakness.



“Yes mistress… I want to hang for the pleasure of the ladies.” Ella passed his leash to Kate and the ginger maid took it with enthusiasm. “Kate shall have the pleasure of helping Agnes’ assistants prepare you for the rope; we shall all enjoy seeing her take a pro-active part in preparing a male for the gallows.” The ginger madam sneered with wicked delight as she tugged on his leash, she would thoroughly enjoy seeing him noosed. The excited pack of women in black parted as Gray was virtually dragged to the waiting noose by his young ginger mistress; her cunt tingling at the pleasure to come. The crowd of women watched with haughty satisfaction as Gray was made to lie on the platform by the trap, and manipulated by Agnes’ smiling assistants who held him, while Kate was handed leather straps which she gleefully bound him with. As his ankles and wrists were secured, his cock stiffened as he looked up to the noose, and Kate whispered into his ear as she ensured his wrists were nice and tight.



“I shall so enjoy watching you suffer, after all it maybe my last opportunity to do so; l hope you enjoy the performance as much as I will.” The spiteful redhead eagerly helped the assistants lift the bound and helpless Gray to his feet over the trap-door and the stern Agnes strutted over, her face a picture of satisfaction as she looped the noose over his neck and signalled to two assistants who happily pulled down on the rope where it was hitched behind the gallows; Gray gasped as his neck tasted the rope in earnest as he was hoisted to tip-toe, the eager crowd of women sneering and giggling at his physical realisation that he was to hang, the shock of the sensation making him squirm helplessly in his bonds, enhancing his fear which delighted the women. Agnes ensured the noose would not snap his neck if there were too much vertical movement, by taking much care and pleasure in placing the slipknot directly behind his head and making sure he was hoisted ballerina style, his anus tingled and his cock boned as she taunted him.



“There. You will now fully enjoy the physical delights of the noose, no horrid drop and swift neck break as is granted true criminals at Newgate; you are just a submissive male whose only purpose is to provide enjoyment for females, and you will enjoy slow strangulation, allowing you to really appreciate being hanged. I have a good idea you will show that appreciation in a very special and humiliating way; your audience here will be most satisfied to witness it and will increase your enjoyment by taunting you as you hang, and hang you will.” There was a hushed silence broken only by the odd callous giggle from the watching women as Agnes Fairchild strutted purposely toward the lever that would begin the real entertainment; Gray’s balls tingled like mad and his stiff cock dribbled as Agnes touched the lever as he padded on his big toes on the trap, and waited for his neck to take the full weight of his body. She then strutted back to him as though to offer some reprieve, to rapturous laughter from the women.



“Oh I forgot, we’ll have that hood off you first; we want everyone to fully enjoy your facial expressions as you dance.” The women made patronising gestures as his scared face was revealed in full, and he watched Ella, Kate and smile softly at him as Agnes approached the lever once more.



“Ladies! You will now witness a male receive just punishment as befits all males; his innocence or guilt is irrelevant, he must know suffering at the hands of womanhood to appreciate his true position, he shall now be put in his place. Enjoy!” The lever was slammed across and the sound of the trap disappearing with a bang was almost drowned out by the applause of the women, overcome with delight as they watched Gray suspended. He groaned and gasped as the wicked rope tightened about his neck and began to squeeze the life from him; his body quivered on the creaking rope as he wriggled in the divine and unforgiving bondage with his toes flicking back and forth looking for the support which was no longer there, his wrists squirmed for release behind him, but there was to be none. The rope clicked and creaked ever tighter as he hanged naked and bound for the pleasure of the women, each and every black laced mistress held their grinning eyes upon him, many rubbing their cunts as they watched him suffer on the rope. As his breath grew shorter, the pressure on his neck seemed to numb, and the tingling in his balls became urgent as the sight of the women enjoying his pain allowed him to indulge his submissive pleasure at being displayed on the rope. Agnes grinned as she saw the tell-tale signs and took a riding crop from an assistant. She gently caressed his balls and the underside of his erect and excited cock, on seeing him convulse slightly.



“Ladies! He will now show his complete submission by honouring your audience in an act of complete humiliation; he knows he is ours!” Agnes grinned as she expertly stroked the underside of his bobbing cock with her crop; though not even close to stimulation, the touch of the crop was divine to Gray, as he squirmed in his bonds while being slowly strangled it emphasised the absolute control of the dominant woman. He now truly enjoyed the rope as the smiling women taunted, his cock peaked at the delicious touch as the beautiful tingling in his balls spread ecstatically through his torso; Agnes pressed the crop against his cock as it pulsed.



“His submission is complete! See how worthless he is!” Gray moaned in ecstasy as he spent with a vigour that showed he was truly in fear of losing his life, as he danced helpless and naked on the rope, the women laughed as he shot a torrent of semen without being masturbated; they laughed and sneered at his humiliation, this was proof to them he truly was a cur, and he showed his full enjoyment at total submission to womanhood. Agnes got supreme satisfaction from his display, grinning and directing his jets of seed with her crop as he convulsed, the women applauding as he spent for them. Her swollen clitoris was ready for stimulation of its own as she taunted him further mid-orgasm as he fought for breath, consumed by the ecstasy of his submission to the rope and its dominant mistress.



“You poor fool, I have you now; your mistress may have tired of you, you’ll not know and you’ll spend till your balls are dry.” Her cruel words made him pump and jerk on the rope as he eyed Ella, who enhanced the delicious tease by gently waving goodbye to him as the other women laughed at his torment. Gray now fought to stay conscious as the restricting rope now added to his submissive ecstasy, slowly applying its silky grip and choking the life from him, as the delicious orgasm magnified his frantic wriggling; the plainly futile attempts which cut his wrists and ankles, now a deeply erotic and satisfying pleasure he could never have imagined. The sneering Agnes held his cock high with the crop while he spent again and again, the jets of semen streaking toward the leering women as he jerked helpless and bound for their pleasure. Gray now wanted to die for the women as the lush orgasm racked his tortured body, Agnes was so truthful in her supreme dominance; she had him alright, and she knew he was a weak male who would submit completely to the pleasures of the rope. She smiled with sublime satisfaction as Gray’s dance shuffled to a mere vibration on the creaking rope, his erect cock waned and trickled the last seed of his ecstatic delivery and he passed out. The women applauded loudly and a smiling Agnes flicked the blobs of semen from the flat end of her crop as her giggling assistants rushed to free the ‘condemned’ man from the noose.



Gray awoke with a start to find something else about his neck; Ella and Constance were quick to change their looks of obvious concern to ones which showed nothing but contempt as he gathered his senses and focused on his mistress; he now felt somewhat ashamed as his mistress patted a lotion soaked towel about his neck; Agnes looked down upon him with true contempt.



“Very few friction marks about the neck, he hangs very well; it will be my pleasure to have him again as soon as you think he has earned it.” Ella gave him a soft smile as she and Constance treated his wrists and ankles which had abundant marks due to his delight in testing them during orgasm, but any thoughts of being pampered were soon cut short; Hope and Kate came over and exchanged knowing smiles with his mistress, who then gave Gray a look of genuine contempt.



“Hope and Kate are to take you back to Arachne house tonight, to experience a little discipline there, before taking you the drapery shop which was once yours tomorrow; the ladies I have installed there will no doubt impart their own discipline upon you there too.” Gray gasped as she smiled at Hope and strutted off with Constance, leaving him in the care of the two imposing and dominant redheads. Hope gave him a sneer which radiated the spite she felt for him and all males.



“I shall teach you to spend without permission! Your exhibition before the ladies was disgraceful; I shall take great pleasure in thrashing you to tears, and you shall then be put to good use having made Kate and I so messy with your disgusting performance.” Gray’s cock rose again as he was led behind them on his leash to the waiting carriage; a caning followed by ginger cunt and asshole would likely have him disgrace himself further.



Gray was made to crouch on the floor of the carriage and used as a footstool by Kate, who teased his backside with her cane as their transport jolted on its way to Arachne House. As uncomfortable as he was, Gray’s cock erected once more as he re-lived his experience at the end of the rope; the exquisite feeling of helplessness and the deeply satisfying orgasm he achieved as he was made to think it may be his last, was something he would keep in his memory forever; he hoped Agnes Fairchild would realise her suggestion and he would be allowed to please her that way again.



The stern words of Hope and the punishment she had promised him for disgracing himself on the rope ensured his cock hung rigid as he studied her mean boots and shapely legs before him, he knew the caning he would receive from her would make him wish he had been extinguished by the noose that had earned him that pleasure. Kate dug her spiked heels into his back reminding him that she, as Hope’s worthy apprentice in male domination, would also have her enjoyment of him. The youthful dominant flexed the cane she carried, Gray taking in the sweet scent of her arousal; the black silken panties she wore sodden with the excitement of the evening’s spiteful entertainment, her ginger cunt now oozing at the prospect of what was to come. The mature Hope was equally aroused at being offered the opportunity to chastise her employer’s favourite; when they had met before, she had noted how submissive he was and her cunt had tingled at the thought of punishing him, he would now learn that being her mistress’s property would not give him licence to escape any woman associated with her. Her clitoris bulged as she thought of having him strapped to a bench and served with her cane; she lifted her boot and had him kiss the toe.



“We shall soon be in my private parlour; you are very privileged to be allowed that luxury. I believe my mistress has been very lax with your discipline and that will be corrected tonight; It has been my pleasure to break many males, each paying dearly for the misgivings and chauvinism of this misguided male-led society. You will learn in no uncertain terms that womanhood is truly dominant, and will be reduced and conditioned until I am happy that what is left of your spirit recognises nothing else.” Gray’s cock dribbled as he licked the shiny toe of her boot, and groaned as Kate dug her heels into his submissive flesh. Hope gave her a soft smile and nodded her head to prompt some words of chastisement from her young apprentice dominatrix; she was keen to see the young girl who had been abused by males stamp her authority on them at every opportunity. Kate needed little prompting; she stroked the cane up the bulging camel-toe in her wet silken panties and then put the rod under his nose to replace Hope’s boot, Gray’s balls tingled as he sniffed at the scent of her arousal.



“You will have a special laundry assignment before I allow you my cane; your performance on the rope is responsible for spoiling my knickers, I will invite the laundry girls to watch how a male should clean them; they may have some that require your attention too.” Hope smiled with pride at Kate’s idea; humiliation of males before the humbler staff of Arachne House was excellent therapy, and gave those women the opportunity to boost their supremacy; they would be delighted to remove their knickers after work in the steamy laundry, supervising the males who did the donkey work there. Seeing the owner’s pet male clean their knickers would impress on them that all males are to be treated with equal contempt.



The carriage jerked to a halt and Gray was led on all fours to a side entrance by Kate as Hope strutted ahead. As they entered, the matron of the evening looked enviously at their tight lace and silk outfits, and then laughed as she looked down at the leashed male.



“That’s Madam Ella’s male! I’m so glad to see him here in appropriate fashion at last; I do hope she’s tired of him and he’s here at our disposal, I’d love to help re-correct him.” Gray cowered on the leash at the thought of the stern matron’s words; having seen how other males were processed and sold off, his balls retracted with fear and he felt the need to defecate as the sneering woman looked down on him eagerly. Hope let him suffer for a few moments, thoroughly enjoying the matron’s notion.



“I’m certain we’ll enjoy that pleasure one day, but unfortunately he is here just this one evening for some corrective therapy; I fully intend to make the most of it. He will face my pleasure in my private quarters, after an appointment he has in the laundry room; you are most welcome to accompany us there, the ladies will be just about to finish their shift and we have a little bonus for them.” The matron was more than pleased to do so, and her own cunt was soon buzzing as Kate awarded her Gray’s leash, she took her staff cane and whipped his ass smartly through the corridors past the cells where the newer selected males awaited processing, and on to the rear of the building.

What I wrote in my paper was what I felt then: I like girls, I’m not attracted to boys; also that I want to be dominated (I’m very submissive) but I could never give up control. I’m too willful. That is the information that got to Mikaela, the T.A. for my psychology class. I didn’t know it then but Professor Branning was making her grade all the papers while he taught the classes, and gave the students the impression that he would be the only one reading those things. I knew who Mikaela was but at the time I thought she was a male. I’d seen her conferring with Dr Branning at his desk before and after classes. She had short brown hair, thick glasses; she dressed like a boy, moved like one, and even talked like one you’d agree if you ever heard her. If you didn’t look too closely you wouldn’t notice her generous hips in her tight black jeans or her apple breasts in her black cotton jacket. At the time I had no reason to believe I needed to know anything about her (there were always random people milling around the professor) so her appearance completely fooled me. She however had learned something about me.



The papers were submitted anonymously, but with my handwriting all over mine it didn’t take her long to figure out who wrote the things I’d written. Being really smart probably didn’t slow her down either. Still when I got a request in my mailbox to meet her at the student theater at a time when all the actors, professors and crew would have gone, I was completely in the dark to what was going on. I thought at worst it could be some college prank and I was feeling up for adventure that night so I went anyway, hoping that Security wouldn’t find me and throw me out before I found out what was happening. The front door was the kind you need a key to open from the outside, but it was held open by a leaning broom. I sensed that this was for me, and I let it slam shut behind me when I’d entered the building so that no one else could follow. This was when I realized we’d be totally alone, my mysterious messenger and me.



She was standing amidst some furniture on the stage. I recognized her instantly and also received the shock that she was female. When she noticed me in there she turned to the dark seats, and asked, “Tom, is that you?”



“Yes, yes it’s me. I don’t think we’ve met…”



“Yeah, sorry. I guess this seems pretty dramatic.” I laughed at that. “Would you come up here on the stage with me, please?”



I crept through the aisles to the side of the stage and climbed the small steps there, then walked over to her at center stage in the light. We were standing between a big bed and a tall mirror. She was wearing her usual dark jacket, dark jeans, dark hiking boots, and a green sweater. She eyed me through her glasses with great pleasure that put me at ease. Her hair was just too short to be tousled, and there was no mistaking her presence which was one of pure masculinity. We were the same height and after sizing her up I had the impression that I was stronger than she was, but she watched me back like an equal. She introduced herself and we shook hands. Then she got to business in her honest manner.



“Tom, I want you to know first of all that we’re alone here, and there’s no chance whatsoever we’ll be disturbed. I’m in charge of this theater now, and I’ve seen to that.”



“Okay. I thought you were a Psych major.”



“I’m doing a double major, and I hope to go into psychiatry after that.”



“Impressive. And admirable.” She nodded her appreciation.



“Tom, you don’t mind me calling you that do you? I know we just met. Tom, I’m the one who read your paper for Dr Branning about gender identity.”



“Oh,” I said.



“You should know you can trust me completely.”



“Alright. Is this an official visit?”



“That part’s tricky. I’m not licensed as anything as yet, and there’s really no way I could know it was you who wrote those sentiments, except of course I do know it was you. I figured it out.”



“Smart.” At that, she smiled.



“We’re just two college students who I feel have similar interests, and that’s the only way I should advise you to see this.”



“Right, but we could be a trio if I mention this to Branning.”



“I think you should listen to what I have to say.” Her voice was smooth and low with authority and humor. I marveled at her confidence as she spoke. I don’t know if I was attracted to her, exactly. If I was, it wasn’t in the usual way that I wanted a girl. When she motioned for me to sit on the bed, I shrugged and obliged her happily.



“Tom, do you know anything about psychodrama?”



With that she began to explain what she’d brought me there for. After reading my paper, she told me, she’d come to the conclusion that she knew precisely what I needed. As it turned out, it coincided perfectly with what she needed. To make a long story short, without either of us really knowing the other at all, she’d brought me down there to perform a sexual act with her.



“It’s expected that you’ll agree. We can help each other, it’s obvious. What do you say?”



“I still don’t understand why it has to be here.”



“You want to be used by a girl, but you won’t let yourself go through with it. On this stage, you’re not you, you’re free of inhibitions. I need to be somebody else to do what I want, which is to take you. Mikaela the woman can’t do it, but with a script, which I’ve prepared already, and which you won’t need to see, I can function adequately.”



“You seem pretty capable without it.” This compliment, she ignored.



“It’s not that simple. I promise we’re completely alone and this building is private. You have all the facts, now. I need a yes or no.” With that I was certain if I’d replied in the negative, she’d simply walk away and never mention another word about the evening to anybody, nor admit she knew about it if anyone ever asked her. That would be the end of it. I knew though that she was coercing me, perhaps despite my better judgment, and there was a strange sort of truth in what she’d said. Also there was something graceful and exciting about her. I couldn’t refuse.



We agreed to each take a different side of the stage to get ready. While I was disrobing I felt the temperature of the air go up and I assumed she’d done it with a thermostat. I was back on stage first, back in the light. A quick nervous glance to the seats told me the place was still empty. In my boxers only, and with one hand clutching my other arm at my side, I sat down on the bed and waited for her.



She finally appeared smiling triumphantly, almost sneering really, with a bottle of lube in her left hand. She strutted out slowly in feet covered only by thick white tube socks with blue stripes, pulled way up to her knees. Her pale legs were simultaneously boyish and female, it’s hard to describe. She wore a white t-shirt and still had her glasses on. Over a pair of white boy’s briefs she wore a strap-on dildo harness with a large dick and balls the color of her skin. A little imagination made the penis appear to extend from the hole on the front of her undies, and the white bands holding it in place seemed to form a securely fastened jock strap around her hips. Her transformation complete, she was fully male now in both mind and body.



Mikaela stood by the bed, squeezed some lube into her hand, and dropped the bottle. The thud echoed ominously. With both hands she enthusiastically coated the shaft she was wearing, which seemed to pulse and spasm under the house lights. She smiled down at me, friendly and somehow very square. Aside from the fact that she was a girl who was about to fuck a man in the ass, there was really nothing eccentric about her personality. Clapping once and scraping the spittle off her lips with her teeth she commanded me to put my hands on the bed and present my rear to her. I obeyed her again without question.



“Let’s see what’s in here.” While squatting, she dragged down my flannel shorts at both sides. Then she changed the speed of her movements to carefully remove them from each leg at floor level. She constantly alternated like that between urgency and clinical precision. In the mirror she looked assured and sporty as she stood up.



I heard her take a deep breath, savoring the moment. I felt her hands on my hips, clamping like claws and kneading. I adjusted the position of my own hands to more pleasingly display my ass to her. Before I even felt anything, she had lunged forward with her hands locked on my pelvis, entering me, suspending her shoulders above my back, and giving a long soft moan. I felt the cock like a fist inside me, and froze. She had frozen, too. For a moment I wondered if she had lost consciousness. Then the stockinged feet on either side of mine shuffled slightly, barely audibly, and a quick breath passed into her mouth followed by a ragged sigh. The penis pressed terribly, as my own timidly stirred to life. She’ll make a great doctor, I thought, remembering a shot I’d once received while distracted from my fear of needles my a conspiring nurse.



Without further hesitation, she began rocking forward heavily about once per second, keeping the shaft buried all the way inside me to let it finish stretching me out. The bed squeaked in time with each lunge. Blood was rushing into my head and with what was happening I feared I might pass out, or freak out, but she kept fucking steadily, finally allowing the phallus to slip out a little each time she moved in reverse, so she could press it in again with every forward lurch. I sensed her looking down at it, taking in the sight as I was taking in the weight, and with a quick glance to the mirror which she’d placed there for this reason I saw myself being fucked in the ass by a star athlete. My reaction to that was to let my head sway below my shoulders lifelessly, and to concentrate on the sensation. It hurt but I enjoyed knowing it was pleasing her, and that was better than physical pleasure. My cock was now completely erect, and pointing at my face. She had straightened her spine and her long legs, and was leisurely swaying to and fro with her hands swinging my hips in opposite time with her own.



Again I caught sight of the mirror, and saw a simulation of gay sex: the white tube socks and white shirt mixing with her smart haircut and bright, serious face; the tyrannical, indulgent lapping of the long cock in and out of me; the veined length sliding menacingly; the consistent maleness of the image of the two of us together; the absolute surrender of my eagerly exposed ass to her; the bed shuddering; the strength and height of her trim frame as she worked; the relentless repetition of her sexy hips moving in, in, in, in, in. I watched as she leaned forward and slid her left hand under my left shoulder, and then I took my eyes off the mirror and leaned back at her as she grabbed my stiff dick with her right hand and began pumping it with insistent tenderness. Still she carefully drove her beautiful cotton-lined ass cheeks forward to run me through me with the latex baton, her aim perfect and her motion smooth as both of her hands immobilized me. I began crying out each time she forcefully pushed into me, and she withdrew her hands and straightened her back again.



With her hands on my waist she walked us both forward like two people in a horse costume. My knees came in contact with the bed and slid onto it. Her cock held inside me easily, she followed me up onto the mattress so that we were both completely off of the floor. Roughly, her hand bent me down by the back of my neck, and then both were gripping my hips again. Her lean white thighs rubbing warmly against mine, she began thrusting dynamically to orgasm. If I weren’t approaching the throes of my own explosion, I might have watched the mirror in shock as she lost control. The animal locomotion of anal sex grew in speed and power, and in yet another way -through sheer physical vigor, this time- I watched her transform herself into a boy. Intent only on the pursuit of her pleasure through the haze of lights and the odor of her moistening gym clothes, she railed me determinedly, her eyes pointed down to watch the dick piston in and out with increasing frequency.



“Ah! Ah!! Ah!!!” she cried as it happened, but I came off a moment before she could, and as I bucked and spurted I sent the dick that was lodged inside me churning back into the frothing mound in her Y-fronts, reverse-dildoing her until spasms seized her and her head flew back open-mouthed to send choked screams up into the night. She collapsed on top of me and sent the storm of vibration returning through the dildo to my ass, where it shook the strength from my limbs and sent me onto my belly, and her along with me. Still floundering as though electrocuted we became a tangled mass of limbs and sensations, cries and gasps escaping us for entire minutes afterward like bubbles of prehistoric gas breaking on the surface of a tar pool.



The next time we did it we kissed as lovers and let our hands explore every soft, shapely curve and rounded plane of each other’s bodies (maneuvering knowingly around our erect cocks) with a sudden and irrevocable familiarity between us. We took turns penetrating each other’s asses for hours, but despite the new intimacy that was guiding us she never slackened nor slowed her thrusts when she was nailing me. I tried to give as good as I got but she was a true artist with the strap-on.



Toward the end of the night, I was a mess and so was the bed, and I was sprawled on it. I watched her standing in profile as she beamed that bright smile down at me again, one of her socks bunched around her ankle, the glow of her rigors making her sweat glisten, her hand lubing up the rod for the finale.



“Feel good?” she asked.



“I didn’t know I could be this happy,” I said, anticipating her reentry.



“Next time, you see, we won’t need the theater.”



She climbed up onto my back, and directed the head of the dick to my asshole. With her fists on the mattress at my shoulders, she rolled her hips forward to slide the thick cock inside me once more. She shivered momentarily with excitement, and started pumping raucously so that the worn out bed creaked loudly yet again.

The message I left went as follows:



‘Mikaela, this is Tom. I don’t know what you’re telling your friends but I’ve had a lot of people- I’ll call them short haired girls -grinning at me and making crude remarks on campus and in town, and I’d like you to knock it off. Thanks. Sorry if I bothered you. I hope everything is cool. Bye.’



I was sitting in a coffee shop working on my laptop when a bag dropped on the ground beside me and Mikaela plopped into the chair across the table. It had been several weeks since I’d last seen her, and over two months since our night at the theater. She’d taken me with her strap-on three times after that first encounter (at her apartment during lunch, in her car, in a train station bathroom) but something was essentially wrong with the situation and we had drifted apart. Seeing her sitting in front of me in a sweat-stained track top instantly got me hot again, though. Her head sat with imperious intelligence atop her neck, the black framed glasses on, and her hair was still too short to be messy. She leveled a calm gaze at me.



“I got your message, Tom. Are you ready to talk?”



“What’s there to discuss? I just don’t want you telling your friends about me.”



“Then you should have kept your fantasies to yourself.”



I bristled at that.



“What do you mean? You read my paper. I never wanted to talk to you.”



“You let me do you. A few times, actually. You love it madly.”



I frowned at the table, wishing she’d lower her voice.



“I have the right to brag about you. You should take it as a compliment,” she continued.



“I just don’t want everybody in the world knowing my personal business.”



She beamed one of her grins at me. “Is that all? You’re embarrassed? You certainly weren’t embarrassed when I had your ankles in my hands and was driving my cock down in you.” I could still remember the look of angry determination on her face from that night when she was laying into me. “In fact, you went on a laughing jag. It was magnificent. I don’t remember ever feeling like such a man. Tom, listen,” she said, leaning close to me. “None of the women I talk to are the type who would try to humiliate you over this. They only talk to you because they like you, and they like what you do for me. Emotionally, I mean.”



“They like me?”



She nodded.



“How much?”



“They’re not above propositioning you. You could get a lot, and I mean a lot. But if you think this is moving too quickly, I can discourage them.”



“If what is moving too quickly? I haven’t even seen you in weeks!”



“And we both know why that is.”



“No we don’t.”



“Sure we do. And don’t tell me it’s because you don’t like it.”



“Okay, we’ve established I love it.”



“‘Love it’? Well, I knew I was good. Then what’s the reason, Tom? Is it because I’m too strong for you? Do I do it too hard?”



I blushed a stinging red and looked down again. “That’s not it.”



“It is, and don’t you dare lie to me about it either. I’ve got my gear with me,” she said, kicking her bag. “I’ll put it on right here and do you over the table, in front of everybody. Tom, look. You should talk to my friend. She can help make it so you don’t have any trouble doing what you want to do.”



“Is she a shrink?”



“No, she teaches Eastern traditions downtown. Promise me you’ll go talk to her. She’ll fix this for you. She can make it so it doesn’t hurt anymore. Really, I know people she’s helped. Let me give you her card,” she said. She picked up her bag, and dug the number out of it.



“Okay,” I said, accepting it.



“You done here, or what?”



“Why?”



“You’ve had a few weeks to recover from your last tangle with me, and we’re not doing it regularly. I think you can afford to give me a roll in the hay.”



I stared at her, fascinated by her audacity. We got up to leave. When we arrived at her apartment, she was still faintly aglow and sweaty from the gym session she’d had before meeting me. The long blinds were pulled in her bedroom, and the clean air was scented with jasmine. Mikaela dropped her bag on the floor and moved to encircle my lower back with her arms, joining me in a kiss. My hands ran up her trunk, one to her rough hair, and the other to her shoulder. Like a dancer, she dipped me, and gently deposited me on the bed. Then she tore off my pants as if waving a battle flag.



She fucked me in the missionary position, with my hands gripping her powerful upper arms. Though in appearance still a tall, lean, young man, she had gained somewhat in strength and size since last we’d met. Her glistening, corded thighs set the hard curves of her pelvis crashing into me between my bent knees. That dark, serious face was turned down to her chest, which was bound in a gray sports bra. Businesslike deliberation sent ripples of tautness through the jigsaw muscles of her back and her chiseled abdomen, utterly mesmerizing me. Gradually, her rate of thrust increased to trigger the single orgasm she had planned.



“Mikaela!”



She stabbed harder and faster, bounding upward freely into a maddening ecstasy.



“Do you feel me, Tom?” she asked through gritted teeth. “Do you feel my will inside you?”



“Yes!” I cried, and my legs straightened reflexively to post my feet in the air above her exceptionally performing body. My hands tightened and we came together in clenching fits of wet heat that drowned out everything around us. Then we paused for endless minutes to suck down the cool air, like two fish out of the water. When she finally dislodged herself from me she sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, and regained her wits. She rose and peeled off her bra as she walked, dropping it on the way to the shower, but she left her dripping dick on as if it really were a part of her, or perhaps as some kind of a trophy. As I heard the water run I suffered the after-effects of one her rough invasions, and looked in the low light for the card with the phone number she’d given me.



One month later, I was practicing special breathing, nude in the lotus position, in a wide, bare space on the third floor of her friend’s studio. I had enjoyed six trying lessons with the sex magic master, Ray (short for Rachel) Erhart. Our goal, the instructor had said, was to equip me with “a mental discipline that would create endurance for physical pain, while increasing concentration to the level where pleasure impulses could be totally isolated from the influx of sensory data, and perceived thoroughly.” To this end, Ray had spent many grueling hours strap-on banging my ass.



As Ray entered the room I was struck as usual by the sight of her, because of the incredible vitality she exuded. Simply sharing a small space was enough to make one feel an electric tingle. It was extremely exciting, and I often had to make an effort to stifle erections in her presence. If she ever noticed this awkward problem (and she seemed to know everything) then mentioning it was never worthwhile to her. Even from where I sat there was a sultriness in her voluminous limbs and torso that I was afraid to understand, as if learning the secret of this unconventional attraction would bind me to her forever. She strode over smiling in attire that was typical for her: a black cotton halter top below a large, blue t-shirt with the neck cut out; loosely-fitting, faded red shorts; a variety of exotic necklaces, bracelets, and earrings featuring the likenesses of Buddhas on their medals. Her hair, like Mikaela’s, was spiky, but Ray’s was two inches long, and jet black. She wore sneakers without socks. Strapped over her shorts was a luminous orange dildo, the obvious artificiality of which, she had explained, would place me in a specific psychological state that was crucial to my training. She towered over me, licking her lips as her heavy, oiled, white thighs kindled lust before my eyes. A low vibration manifested in my ears, nipples, and other sensitive areas. I swallowed and leaned forward subtly to hide my groin.



“Honor your teacher,” she commanded.



At once I got on my knees before her and formed my mouth into an O, which I dutifully placed over the head of her cock.



“Assume Position Four. You’ve been doing your exercises?”



“Yes, master.” I turned my back to her, still on my knees, and waited for her to descend behind me. My hands gripped my thighs, and I straightened my arms to a deathly stiffness.



“Have you seen the Golden Flower?”



“No, master.”



“Perhaps today, then.” At once on her knees, she took a large breath, and pulled me back, down, by my elbows onto her waiting phallus. When the tip had breached my sphincter, she held me still and lifted her own ass off her ankles to fill me up. My face screwed into a wince and tears sparkled in the corners of my eyes, but there was no pain. When she had bottomed out, and we were fully linked, she slowly descended again, bringing me with her, and sat on her calves breathing calmly, with me on her lap. I felt her feet beside mine on the floor, and her pliant belly and copious breasts warmed my back through the soft fabric of her shirts. The orange dick stood alert, inside me. She patted and caressed my arms to soothe me, but I kept them straight. Her influence saturated me in slow, invisible waves. I took a deep breath. “Good,” she said.



To fuck me, all she had to do was raise and lower her ass from her ankles. Her thumbs and forefingers were fastened to me above each elbow, and she easily created a counter-force to the swells of her hips by drawing me back that way. This was why it was necessary that I keep hold of my legs. Every movement in this range of motion was easy for her; her hands had the lifeless, unbreakable grasp of brass rings; her arms had the durability of iron chains; her thick thighs operated with unrelenting indifference beneath me as if steel hydraulics. My jaw trembled on most downward trips like the tiny bell hammer on an ornate clock. My breathing was quick and cold.



“Easy, boy. I’m going to raise your energy.”



I could see by just looking down that my energy had been raised the second she slid into me. She obviously meant something else, because she settled into a trot that lightly bounced me, while maintaining control of my posture as effortlessly as if I’d been weightless. Her grips slackened considerably but all her fingers rested along the widths of my arms. In a moment I knew what she’d been talking about. Shaking me that way, jiggling me, she set something off inside me.



“Oh, wow.”



“Let it happen,” she urged, patiently.



In my mind’s eye I could see my body filling up with golden light. That became warmth, and sent intense white beams bursting out of me until my skin was like a shimmering, starry armor. My respiration became automatically steady and deep, the air taken in sweet and perfectly satisfying. Instantly I felt as though a heavy knitted blanket had been pulled from my head, with my thoughts bright and crystal.



“Ah! Ray!”



“Imprint the feel of the dick in your memory. I’m taking you to an altered state of consciousness.” She reached under my arms to grab my shoulders from the front, and was now really slamming into my backside, but she could have been a million miles away for all I knew.



“Ah!” I started laughing. “It’s so simple!” Up and down, up and down, she served and returned me forcefully with blinding speed, until in my vision a golden flower opened that filled the universe, and became everything. I heard the high whine of its radiance. “I see it.”



“I know,” she said, and laughed with me. She stopped fucking.



Basking in the vast, invisible light of the spirit blossom, we became wholly composed and reverent. Like a machine that was powering down, Ray slowly lowered herself back a final time, and I remained kneeling. We came apart with a little pop. The wincing and tears had disappeared from my face, replaced by a calm, friendly knowing. A smile slowly broke on my lips.



“Congratulations,” Ray said. “You’ve reached the final level.” I turned to look back her, and thought I saw sparks leaping from her shocks of ebony hair. A wave of heat escaping from her crotch distorted the image of her briefly. Scarlet had broken out on her cheeks and chin, and poured down into her great cleavage.



“How can I thank you?” I asked, illuminated with pleasure.



“Think of something,” she replied, and smiled.



I laughed one more time, turned my back to her again, and fell forward onto my hands. She took hold of my hips and pressed her wand into me for another go.

I got this message from Mikaela:



‘Tom, it’s Mike. I spoke to Ray, she said everything went really well for you. I’m just calling to add my congratulations. I’m sure you’ll be having lots of fun in the future. Oh, on a totally unrelated note, I’ve taken to jacking off in the shower since your last visit. I come every time. Have you ever noticed how much my harness looks like a jock strap? I have. I stand in front of the mirror before toweling off, admiring my taut, wet body, wishing there were somebody in front of me I could penetrate with my rock-hard cock. I’m going jogging now. Pleasant dreams!’



Having lots of fun was certainly on my mind after my last encounter with Ray, but my old submissiveness kept me from finding any, though the opportunities seemed to be everywhere. I guessed which women were Mikaela’s friends without asking them. When I’d go to the coffee shop where we’d last met, the hippie girl with the braids (a real health nut) always did a double take at me from behind the counter, and grinned knowingly, and maybe maliciously. At the library, one of the university’s Swim heroes worked a desk. She was a hot butch Amazon who kept her eyes on her monitor and keyboard when answering questions. I thought I saw her pause when reading my name aloud. As she handed me a book, I tried to take it from her, but found it stuck in her vise-like hand. I looked up at her and found her staring icily through me. Then she released the book and I dropped it. Before I could say something two hurried people got in line behind me and her eyes were back down to her screen. Standing on a crowded bus I felt two fingers pressing on my pants over my asshole, but I remained motionless for fear of making a scene. The massaging became a painful probing, and when the bell rang the only person behind me, a girl in a white dress with long blond hair parted in the middle, slung her big purse over her shoulder and jumped off. However many of these incidents were the results of paranoia and how many were perverted flirtation I couldn’t know, but I was sure that unless one of these women showed Mikaela’s initiative nothing would come of any of it.



It was at a fast food place that I met the girl who would carry me over the threshold. I was squirting ketchup onto my fries at the self-serve bar when I felt a hand creep onto my shoulder, and then the arm it was attached to come to rest behind my neck. Having been manhandled so much recently and never being sure where Mikaela would show up, I couldn’t react with any surprise. When I turned though I didn’t recognize the young woman standing there in such a chummy pose with me.



“Your name is Tom, isn’t it?” Her thumb and forefinger were now kneading insistently where my shoulder met my neck.



“Yes, that’s right.”



“I’m Candy. We have friends in common.” She reached over, took one of my fries from the tray, and bit off a piece. All of a sudden it was like I was being shaken down by a mobster for protection money. “We have to chat. Why don’t you come with me? I’ll drive you to my apartment, where we can have privacy.”



“I just ordered.”



“Forget the food. I’ll feed you. Come with me.” With that I realized it was better to comply.



Candy’s apartment was in a duplex secluded in the woods far uptown. The inside was its own world, the kind of silent place where you can forget anything except the furniture and appliances around you exist. The woman herself was large and dynamic, and she fit in the rooms the way a bear fits in a cave. Her actions and movements were too well-planned and too quick for me to get any impression of her beyond the superficial. She had on a green army jacket, a red and black striped sweater, tight blue jeans, and sneakers. Her hair was wild, thick, dark, and to her shoulders. When she spoke it was curtly, with her head tilted up so she could peer down at me, and there was the ghost of a snarl in her upper lip. Her manner made it very clear our meeting had not officially begun, nor would it until she was good and ready.



“You know what to do,” she said, and disappeared around a corner. I heard the weak slam of a flimsy door.



I have absolutely no idea what to do, I thought, standing in her kitchenette. Fortunately about two minutes later I heard the door swing open on its creaky hinges, and Candy yell to me, “Tom, get in here!”



I followed her path down the tiny hallway and rounded the corner to find her sitting on the edge of a king-sized mattress. The sheets were green and they cast an eerie halo along the white walls, which were too close to everything they contained. It was nauseatingly claustrophobic. There were the nightstand with its lamp and clock, the bed, the woman, and me, and it felt like we were the last two people on the face of the earth. She had her right knee bent at the mattress edge and her bare left leg extended to the floor between us. Both hands held the cock she had on by their thumbs and forefingers. It was a cleanly smooth marble knob, a healthy seven inches long, the same shade of purple as the form-fitting tank top she wore. In the poorly heated room she had sprouted goosebumps on her pale limbs. She caressed the dick’s length as if her fingers were smoothing away folds of skin on its surface, like the folds of excess fabric on her torso below her restricted, average-sized breasts. Then she pointed the rod as if it would emit an invisible ray that might stun me.



“There are a lot of women interested to meet you, Tom. You have a reputation for being quite the entertainer. Though I notice you’re still dressed.”



“I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on.”



“Maybe you’re too modest. Are you going to disappoint all of these ladies? Starting with me?” With that she turned her other shoulder to me, and scooted back onto the bed, still meeting my gaze. As she reclined, she spoke. “I think I can dissuade them for you, if you fail to please me. They only have Mikaela’s word about you, after all, and Ray doesn’t speak about her clients very freely. I hate a lot of fuss, when there’s nothing to get excited about. I despise empty talk.”



It was then that I saw her most clearly, as she stretched out in profile before me. Her head was at my left, its brilliant black hair splayed out over the end of the mattress, and her legs lay to my right. Her back was arched, ever so slightly. Her right arm was bent a little, and the fingers hung over the side of the bed, as if dangling in a stream of running water. Her left hand made sure the cock was perfectly vertical. With her left leg bent to show me her inner thigh and the right leg resting straightly before me, I suddenly realized what kind of shape she was in. All along her there were tiny bruises, and some not so small, and her right knee, though healed, had obviously been badly skinned. This was a very active woman, I realized. Yet where Mikaela’s strength was hidden by her leanness, and Ray’s limbs were thick but soft, Candy was thoroughly solid, from her long heavy thighs to the great width of her trunk. In repose like the statue of a god, wearing only the purple cock and tank top, and the black padded band around her waist, she looked like a refugee from a futuristic tribe of savages. She completely intimidated me.



“I’m a bit of an ogre,” she sighed.



Remembering everything Ray had taught me, I rallied my confidence, and began to disrobe. Her eyebrows rose, and she turned her resting head to me.



“Is he going to play with me, after all?”



I sneered.



“I think you’ll find me up to your challenge.” As my pants and underwear came off, my own cock proved this to be true.



“Welcome aboard,” she drawled, her eyes no longer on mine but focused on my crotch. A flicker of indecision at last betrayed her. I stood naked, defiant.



“Where do you want me?”



With frightening speed she sat upon the edge of the bed, knees together and feet apart on the floor, toes pointed in, her hands on her thighs in front of the ready dick.



“Oh, everywhere.”



Five minutes later I was bending over with my hands on the fronts of my thighs, and she was standing behind me with her feet wide apart, gripping my hips like grim death. It came like fist blows, literally the amount of force someone would use for punching an enemy, a little faster than one beat per second.



“Let me know if this tickles,” she taunted. In order to impress her I had foregone lubrication, using instead a mental trick Ray had taught me for relaxing and self-moistening my body. Though I was getting sick from being violently shaken up and down by the detonations in my rear, I was able to watch the alarm clock on her bedside table. I tried to tell myself at first that this was an initiation rite, or a test, and I just had to endure it for a bit. At minute 12 it was obvious, even if that were true, that this woman would love to tell her friends she had wrecked my guts before they had a shot at me. She was that kind of fuck; virile, and proud of it. She saw herself as a bull.



At minute 40 she spoke to me again.



“Getting tired, Tom?”



“When are you going to start?”



“I wonder if you’re pregnant yet.”



Pound, pound, pound: she worked toward the goal of splitting me in half. After another ten minutes, she withdrew by curving her back so that her ass rose, with her weight entirely on the balls of her feet. It was as though she wouldn’t deign to use her hands to remove me. I turned pleasantly to face her with the look of tranquility I had with Ray, letting my silence ask for me what she was thinking. She was visibly flustered because I hadn’t begged for mercy. I smiled.



“Get on your belly,” she ordered, pointing at the bed. I politely obeyed.



Climbing up behind me, she kneed my legs apart so that my rear was elevated. Her thighs pressed against mine. Once the cock was inserted she put a fist on the bed at either side of my midsection, and began to slide into me, more with full body lunges than by the force of her hips. I took it with quiet grace for several minutes. This was just a prelude to her main attack, I was sure.



Predictably, she straightened up, and got into position. Her knees stayed apart but her feet touched each other at the toes. Both of her hands fell on my lower back, just above my ass. The style of insertion changed from a lazy flop with a slight downward pitch to an eager horizontal drive. It was all done with her hips then; with her arms, legs, and erect spine framing the swing. Her speed and regularity increased dramatically, but her manner was still cautious and preparatory. It would only be a matter of time, maybe thirty or forty more pumps, with her looking around the room like an alarmed cat, before she was set to open up on me.



Then it began. Thrusts became more methodical, more tentative, more like an exhibition. Hair which had hung loosely over me from her bowed head was thrown back. Her hands moved back to my hips, and the palms came away, leaving only her fingers to relax on my body, marking my location without making an effort to restrain me. Twice her hips slammed forward as if out of her control, but she instantly regained her rhythm both times. The technique remained the same, but she committed herself to a climax.



Sensing the shift in her attitude, I envisioned the golden flower Ray had shown me. By concentrating on it I would, I hoped, be able to weather Candy’s assault.



Pretending to maintain her former casualness, she gradually raised the power of the stroking so the dick was slammed into my ass with mesmerizing precision. The bed started shaking, and Candy’s gestures became more animated, from the clutching of her fingers to the rocking of her head. Greater enthusiasm permeated her banging, making the churning of her hips appear to be a full-body activity. Again her tempo gained, her breathing became audible, and her shoulders were drawn back another inch. She let her hands come away from me so her strong arms could dangle at her sides like an ape’s, with her pelvis still boring steadily upon me, and her eyes surveying the room like an animal its territory. When she tired of twisting about to inspect her surroundings, she replaced her fingers on my hips and continued at a breakneck pace. Her hold on my backside tightened and she incorporated me into her work by moving me alternately against her and apart from her. The action condensed into still shorter, harder movements. Flying into me then with no more doubts nor anything to stop her, she made for the finish line. Her hands leaped up and returned in a simultaneous slap that reverberated in the cramped chamber. The strap-on pounded. She slapped my cheeks again, and laughed at her boldness. Her attack was mercilessly efficient. At that point her speed increased so that she actually became a blur.



Knowing the killing blow was about to be delivered, I visualized the cosmic bloom to still my mind.



She went on that way another minute, and then did her worst. In that same posture of bent knees, toes pointed in, and hands clinging to my flesh, she leaned forward and slammed her hips into me with all the brute strength in her mighty form, at the rate of one wail per second, the slapping against my ass of the circular area around the cock’s base being the only sound in the world. It was more bestial than human, an act of pure, celebratory dominance. Waves of motion descending from her shoulders whipped her crotch at my rear end, I don’t know how many times. Though I didn’t lose consciousness, time ceased to have any meaning for me.



When she felt her triumph was absolute, she moved her hands to my waist, slowed, and leaned back again. Her arms once more came away from me, and with her eyes on the cock she ground down her thrusting to a halt. I turned to smile at her over my shoulder, and when she saw she’d failed to break me, her happiness waned. She pulled out and sat back on her ankles with her mouth open in confusion, and I rolled over to sit up. I faced her, with my arm resting on a raised knee. There was quiet for several long moments. Finally, she shrugged in resignation.



“Well, I’ve got two more hours before my shift starts,” she said, “and I’m going to spend them fucking your ass raw.”



She was as good as her word.



When I got out of her car at my apartment, I was thrilled to discover my body free from aches like the ones Mikaela had given to me. Ray’s methods all worked, I noted. Instead of driving off immediately, Candy got out as well, and walked up to me to put a hand on my shoulder as she had at the burger place. She drew me to her and kissed me with passionate tenderness.



“You get a good report card,” she said. “I guess you are just shy, after all. You can expect a lot of offers from now on.” She smiled, walked back around the vehicle, and waved farewell as she got in to depart. Then she was gone, as quickly as she’d appeared.



Once inside I collapsed on my bed, with the intent of sleeping for a year. As I drifted off, I remembered Mikaela’s smutty message to me, and how I went wild at the sound of it, but calling her would have to wait until I’d recovered.

I awoke to the doorbell ringing. Stumbling through my apartment I tried to remember if anyone was supposed to visit me that day, but when I got to the porch I saw a total stranger standing there. She looked at first like a miniature Mikaela. As I studied her through the harsh light I became aware of the differences between them. This girl’s style was what you might call Gothic, if that ever intersected with Schoolmarm. Over her dark vintage clothes she had a heavy black coat, and slung over that was an overnight bag. On her feet she had black galoshes. Her hair was a wispy light brown, like what I imagine an elf’s would be, cut short but spiky with thick pointy sideburns. She wore black, wide-framed glasses like Mikaela’s, but bigger. Her nose was more bulbous too, but not large, and she had a tiny mouth like two flower petals that seemed about to erupt in a laugh. Her green eyes were her most striking feature, as they were huge like a faun’s with long curly lashes, and they sparkled at me from above her spectacles. My initial impression was of a scholarly boy, but a closer look revealed that she was college age like me, or maybe older.



“Can I help you?”



“Tom, my name is Samantha. Ray sent me.” Hearing that, I allowed her in and I closed the door once she’d entered. She turned to face me without putting her bag down. “I’ve been asked to stay with you while I finish my studies.”



“This is the first I’ve heard of it.”



“Ray has some unconventional ideas about the teacher/pupil relationship.”



“You’re one of her students?”



“Yes, I’m a sex witch. What I meant is she has expectations about your obligation to her. Is this a problem?”



“No, just a surprise.”



“I’m prepared to pay rent, but I was told that other arrangements are possible.”



“Are you and I supposed to do something?”



“I’m authorized to serve you in the capacity of advisor. I know about your recent run-in with Candy. You performed admirably, by the way. Ray was very pleased. May I?” She lifted the strap from her shoulder, and I took her luggage from her.



“Let me help you. I only have the one bedroom.”



“I sleep on the couch,” she said, and took off her coat. When she was settled into the living room, she opened a book and proceeded to ignore me.



“Well, I’m sure I have homework, or something,” I said, and left her alone.



I didn’t see her do anything during the day beside read from dusty volumes. She wouldn’t turn the lights on, but used a battery-powered lamp of her own, and I don’t remember seeing her eat. As a roommate she was ideal, except for her wish to move about the house wearing nothing but her strapless dildo in a pair of straining panties. That might sound pleasant, but I couldn’t have guests for fear they’d catch sight of the scantily-clad hermaphroditic sorcerer busying herself with research in my living room. I convinced her to wear my blue bathrobe. It was too large for her and dragged on the floor when she walked, but it could be closed in a hurry if someone came to the door. She left it open so that it did nothing to conceal her cleavage or the tent she was always pitching.



In the middle of the night I woke to find her standing silently beside my bed, her realistic dick stretching horizontally over the front of her panties. When she saw I was awake she removed the covers and climbed in. She straddled me, and slid my cock into her welcoming ass through one of the leg holes in her underwear. They held the realistic phallus in position, a knob on the back of it securely inserted in her vagina, so that it never flipped loose, even during the most strenuous fucking. How she always managed to keep her glasses on I don’t know. She sat on my cock with her calves at my hips, and bolted upright repeatedly with her hands clawing the air beside her, as orgasmic energy traveled up the length of her spine. Her tightly closed eyes were raised to the ceiling and her little mouth was agape, but I never heard her gasp. The only riding motions she made were the short, regular, forward lurches produced by her ecstatically spasming back muscles. It was clear from her revelry she was getting much more out of sex than most other people ever would. When I reached out to caress the down on her smooth, round thighs, her only reaction was to gently place her hands upon mine. Her flat abdomen quivered with excitement when she came, and the dick bobbed madly like the needle of a seismograph. She didn’t doze off with me, but returned to the couch in the other room when we’d finished.



Being penetrated anally was Samantha’s only sexual preference, the cock she wore only for show, but she dominated our time in bed by dictating events from her vast store of sex magic knowledge. We never had to worry about spoiling our friendship or our living situation, as the first was non-existent and the second was forced on us by Ray. When we spoke she provided insights about the many women expressing interest in me since my visit with Candy, approving of some and warning me about others with information and intuition I didn’t have. She also described techniques and tricks I could use in my encounters with them.



One of my adventures was a lesbian bachelor party, with me the entertainment. Fifteen or so women with their breasts pushing out the fronts of men’s business suits and tuxedos smoked cigars and drank brandy. Their hair was tied or slicked back, and neat beards of different sorts were drawn in make-up on their faces. I was brought in wearing a Little Bo Peep costume after a porno had ended and the celebrants were giving a coarse round of applause. My handler, a fit dyke with white hair named Irene, warned me not to move after bending me over a billiards table in the side room and checking under my dress that my backside was bare and well-powdered. She then stood in the doorway and announced that refreshments were now available. Half of the guests ignored her and continued talking, but a group made their way toward me, and a couple others were visibly upset by the presence of a male at their event.



The first one to take me was a smoky brunette with no jacket. She joked with her friends as she put her drink down beside me and grabbed a handful of my thigh, as if to judge livestock at a fairground. At once she became quiet and unzipped the fly of her billowy slacks to withdraw from it a thick, long, veined phallus with skin the same color as her own. Getting behind me and then leaning over my back, she jammed it in with a few powerful jerks of her hips. Next, she gave one large buck that shook the table, to establish its arrival. Her hands appeared on the green felt at either side of my head. She pushed her pelvis forward slowly, with no regular pace but only according to her whims, for approximately ten minutes. Suddenly I felt her torso become heavy and her legs struggle to support her weight. Then she sighed lightly, and locked her knees, so that the penis was drawn backward and out. She stood upright, put her tool back in her pants, picked up her glass, and patted me on the head.



“I need a new drink,” she said, and walked away.



None of her friends wanted to follow that act, so the small crowd around me dispersed. I was bent over there alone for the better part of an hour, while the women laughed and bellowed in the other room. A pretty girl in a maid outfit walked in from the second doorway, and deposited a crab cake from her tray into my hand. She smiled at me over her shoulder as she left.



Some time later, another of the transvestite attendees entered the parlor, this one a pretty, slim blond. She sauntered over to me, and leaned against the table. Absently she felt the fabric of my bonnet.



“I was told this is a party,” she said. Staring down at me, she moved slowly out of my field of vision. I heard the heels of her dress shoes grind into the rug. A belt jingled, and her pants fell to the floor in a heavy heap. Pressure grew at my asshole. In one-inch increments, she hefted her massive latex cock into me. When it was submerged she took hold of my waist. For three endless minutes, she hammered roughly at my rear end. She climaxed and stood motionless, letting the giant payload fill me, and allowing her heartbeat to slow to normal. After doing her pants up and smoothing her loose hairs, she deposited a twenty dollar bill in my dress. Her footfalls faded as she exited the room.



My next visitors were two mustachioed women who wanted some privacy for a conversation they were having, and didn’t consider my presence there real. They bickered inaudibly for four or five minutes and then went back into the main hall, one of them commenting as they left that these parties were never what you want them to be.



Over the course of the night another pair of women made frequent trips past the doorway, casually glancing at me. It was obvious they had no plans to enjoy me in that setting, but were discussing some notions about what they would do were all of their friends to leave.



An hour later, the company sang “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow” for the groom. They filed into the parlor after her to cheer as she sowed her last wild oat in me, but she was too committed to her fiancée to use my body, and bowed out bashfully at the last minute. The chorus then changed their tune to good-natured ribbing. Though their laughter and taunts were almost intolerably loud, I could hear the best man plead that she had gotten Little Bo Peep for the party, and wouldn’t somebody please help me find some wool. Despite that, the soirée ended, with all of the guests going to the front room for their coats. Irene appeared in the doorway to wave at me reassuringly, a signal that I was remain bent over the billiards table until everyone had gone. I nodded and she vanished again, this time for the night.



My final bit of entertaining was done for the two ladies who had been observing me. They lingered after the other women left, and then made their approach. These might have been the youngest of the bunch, and most excitable. Both stomped out of their pants but kept their mens shirts on, and in boxer shorts, shoes, and black socks with garters, their goatees smeared all over their shrieking mouths, they spit-roasted me with their strap-ons for an hour. Then they collapsed in separate chairs from exhaustion.



“Thanks for a lovely evening,” I said, and went home.



As I came from class one night I spied three beautiful girls on the other side of the street. One had her hair bound in a long ponytail, and the others wore theirs in buns. Two had tight hooded sweatshirts on and the other a raincoat, but they all sported knee-high boots for the snow. The similarities in their styles made me think of an all-girl gang I’d seen in a movie, and the leather footwear lent a militant feel to their appearance. None of that could distract me however from the long legs and perfect asses filling out their tight gray jeans. Completely wound up by the sight of them, I increased my walking speed in the hope Samantha would work some spell to calm me when I saw her. Then I heard one of them say, “Ask him,” and another call out, “Are you Mikaela’s friend?” They only had one strap-on, so each took a turn doing me in her jeans and a t-shirt on Ponytail’s bed, while the other two sat in front of the TV and ate pork rinds. When I got back at seven in the morning, the witch merely looked up at me from her book, and resumed reading.



Another day I met a gorgeous black Amazon named Michelle who I’d known from my dorm Freshman year. She still kept her shoulder length hair back in a cloth band, and as usual favored skin-tight leggings and ankle-high boots. All my old fantasies of becoming her submissive husband returned when I stood overwhelmed before her tall, graceful, well-built body. She dug in the open bag which she held in front of the sweater that contained her gravity-defying breasts. “I know my pad’s in here. Let me see. Here, hold this,” she said, and pulled out a pair of jockey shorts with her long chocolate member attached. My eyes darted around the street to find out who had seen me given the man-breaking device, when she said, “Oh, I just remembered. It’s at home.” She took the strap-on from me and stuffed it back in the bag. “Why don’t you come with me and I can scribble your digits down there?” I must have blushed. “If that’s what you want.” She put her arm around me. “I won’t take no for an answer.” I never said no, but I did scream “Harder! Harder!” for several hours. As I staggered to the bathroom she reclined with her head propped up on a pillow and her dick bursting from her boy briefs. She said, “I just realized. I had my cell phone with me all along.” I put on her apron and made French Toast. When I got home an hour later, Samantha just shook her head.



The braided hippie from the coffee shop saw me by chance while out running, and began marking double time in my path. She had on a white tank top that was too much like Candy’s purple one for my liking, along with track pants that showed off her tight profile, sneakers, and nothing else. Even when she took me aggressively in the loft of her barn studio, she forswore any underwear, favoring a bottom with ties on the hips and a heavy latex appendage on the front. Her one concession to fashion was the striped sweatband she wore on her wrist while she demolished me.



On it went. I had a variety of fun times with a bevy of lovely girls in those carefree days. When Irene showed up at my door one afternoon with a written invitation for me, I saw no reason to suspect it would lead to anything but another blissful romp.



“I seriously recommend you refuse,” Samantha intoned.



“Why, what’s the harm?”



“Trust my judgment.”



“I do trust you, but you won’t even tell me the problem. It’s Irene. She got me that bachelor party. I had a great time.”



“Irene isn’t behind this,” Samantha said, holding up the black card. The glint on the red embossing made it look like wet blood. “She’s just the messenger. This is from a sorority suspected in my circle of having ties with a Black Lodge. Doesn’t the invitation seem a little foreboding to you?”



“I don’t know. It’s for a theme party, isn’t it? It’s a bunch of bimbos burning candles. If it gets scary I can always leave.”



“They’re mostly business majors from what I understand. A ‘bunch of bimbos’ wouldn’t know about you. I’m suggesting you don’t go.”



“Okay, I heard you, but I want to check it out.”



“Tom,” she said, sitting across from me. My robe was bundled up around her. “Don’t go to the party. Nothing Ray or I have taught you will be proof against these women, if they are what they might be.”



“You’re really overreacting. I don’t see the harm, and you won’t tell me what’s wrong. What am I supposed to think?”



“You’re supposed to trust me.”



“No, I’m going. This is ridiculous.”



“Is that final?” she asked.



“Yeah,” I said, and grabbed my jacket. I left the apartment, and walked to my date with a Valkyrie who worked for a moving company. When I returned home the next morning, Samantha had gone.

I entered the house at 8 pm as instructed to find an empty foyer that was expensively decorated but dark and musty. Stairs curved up the wall and social rooms were situated to the left and right of me, but it felt like no one was in the building at all. Surprise made me start when a girl appeared at my right, and I laughed at myself when I saw how non-threatening she was. A petite blond in a fluffy white robe and matching slippers, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, and her scent that of flowers; she was actually a very pleasing sight. Her hands were folded in front of her as she politely asked me to disrobe and get down on all fours. She merely waited for me to comply when I stared at her. My clothes landed on a chair as I removed them. The girl vanished while I was turned around.



Several minutes later a door opened that had been concealed by the woodwork of the staircase. The same gorgeous blond walked from it, this time with her hair down and wearing a black cat suit that covered every part of her willowy body from the neck down. She minced over to me in complete silence, carrying a black strap-on harness with a black dildo fixed in it, which she held in front of my face.



“Adorn me.”



I rolled my eyes at her affectation but obeyed her, and after a moment’s trouble with the Velcro it seemed that a six inch dick had sprung to life under the clingy material of her outfit. Girlishly slinky, she circled about me, grabbed my ass, bit down on her lower lip, and sank the cock inside me to the hilt.



“Ah!” The reaction was more for effect than a genuine expression of arousal. “Good beast!” she said, and put her knees on the ground behind mine. “Now you may remove it.”



“What?”



“Oh, beast,” she sighed. “I hope you can follow so plain and simple an order as that.”



I swallowed nervously and leaned back so my outstretched arms could reach the straps situated nearly imperceptibly on her hips. She did nothing to aid my mobility, keeping the cock firmly buried in my ass. When the harness was undone she popped up gleefully and skipped over to my side, and I fell forward onto my hands.



“Well done!” she said, landing with a bounce.



I shook my head in disbelief, the straps spilling onto my calves from the artificial member that was still lodged in my asshole. This time she mounted me sidesaddle, facing the front door as though my rear end were the head of a horse. She took up the loose bands as a rider would reins.



“Giddy up!” she commanded. Obviously I was meant to crawl backward, which was not hard. The difficult part was trusting this unhinged young woman to steer me. Turn me she did though, and after a 180 degree change in direction, I was ridden by the girl to the secret passageway from which she’d emerged. It was at least in my favor that she weighed next to nothing.



As I traversed the hidden hallway on all fours, I watched the real world recede into nothing. The flickering candles on the walls moved past my shoulders, and into oblivion at the center of my vision. The girl said nothing, letting her pretty black feet drag along the floor of the corridor. She rode me out of the hall and into an interminable black space, so I could no longer know even after the fact where we were going. When the end of the tunnel looked like a yellow one-inch square, we moved into a large spot of light, and she dismounted. The girl plucked the strap-on from my butt and faced someone who was behind me.



“He is delivered,” she announced, arms outstretched in a bow. Still bent low, she stepped backward into the darkness, the harness dangling from her hand. As she disappeared so did the lights in the distant hallway, making the void around me absolute. I then realized there could be, and more than likely were, any number of similar young ladies hovering in the nothingness around me, hidden by dark clothes like stagehands at a theatrical production. Almost in answer to my suspicion, four standing, full-length mirrors were wheeled by invisible hands to the edge of the illuminated circle, at the cardinal points of the compass. Then I heard the loud falls of wooden soles.



My only glimpse of her was what the mirrors presented. She had long, messy platinum hair and a cold, chiseled face. On her average-sized bosom she wore a purple bra. Under her skimpy matching shorts there was a garter belt that suspended thigh-high stockings of the same color, and up to her calves ran vinyl boots that were also coordinated. Her most notable feature was her physique, which gave the impression that she had been built to perform. An obvious product of intense training, her muscles padded a feminine shape that was not solid like Candy’s, but sculpted and well attended, a deliberately crafted masterpiece of dangerous functionality. Even the flesh-colored dick projecting eagerly from her crotch could not distract me in the moment I saw her from her thick, potent torso and limbs. Trying to swallow nervously, I found my mouth was too dry, and my throat clenched. In only a moment, she was fucking me.



Her first attack was made on her knees with her hands resting comfortably on my backside, and she sighed with pleasure as she broke me in. I could tell the massive waves of force generated by her round, diamond-hard ass and soft muscular thighs cost her no effort whatsoever, and that she was actually restraining herself then to keep from hurting me. Letting the pace quicken to a spirited clip, she clearly enjoyed how her thrusts set me rocking when they clashed with my struggles to stay upright. Gradually the strength contained in her rump revealed itself through rotations of increasing roughness. Moaning changed to grunting as her hands moved urgently to my hips and held me still. Then, they came away from me entirely to rest out at her sides as if the wings of a gliding bird, the pelvic assault continuing like well-oiled machinery below them. A moment later they were back on my waist. Relaxed and capable, there was no doubt in her. Instead, the adjustments of her posture were attempts to take the measure of my weaknesses, to find the approach that would be most effective so she could exploit it when she was ready.



“Look at that hair,” she cried at the glass, “the dildo, my whore, what hot boots, and such technique!”



My fear of what this might mean mingled in the darkness beyond the mirrors with the pale hungry faces of young women, monstrous shadows kept outside the spotlight like vampires repelled by a strong sunbeam. How many of them were real or projections of my imagination, I couldn’t say. It was however possible to make out on each of their cat suits a small black dildo of the type that had guided me to that bizarre place. The frail, watchful apparitions swayed in huddles patiently, awaiting some signal or opportunity, their mysterious behavior adding to my confusion. They echoed the woman who was having me by taking their time. Though I wanted to figure out their motivation, the rushing, intoxicating, and seductive influence of the siren plowing my rear made thinking about it impossible.



I felt her pushing down on my butt with both hands and transferring her right foot to the floor beside my right knee. The left boot took the opposite position. Greedily she was already humping when her right hand settled onto my shoulder blade and her left one hitched itself to my neck. With her left side dominant, she pitched down and to the right decisively. Gyrations and vertical bouncing combined in one mercilessly executed technique that was mechanical, flawless, robust, and emphatic, all at once.



“God, those legs are cut. They’re like hydraulics, and all mine,” she observed.



Eventually I folded, my arms buckling and my trunk falling forward, with my ass remaining elevated. My heels waved feebly in the air above my bent knees. A flare of alarm rose in me when I considered that my endurance had not been depleted, but surrendered. Her response to my weakness was to press her hands on my ass again and straighten her athletic legs so that the cock was withdrawn and pointed down at me. This caused my posterior to sink closer to the floor. Remounting me, she suspended herself and stiffened without difficulty on the tips of her outstretched fingers and the toes of her boots. The cock was our only point of contact. Insistently she probed down into me with the calm that suggested limitless confidence, proclaiming her dominance with wet, meaty slaps. I replied to each jolt by shouting, “Oh!”



She sank in and wiggled as if rearranging my intestines. Then the knocking resumed with regularity, a slight bend appearing in her midsection with each upward movement. Watching herself in the mirrors, she was forceful and thorough, and admired the uniformity of her strokes.



“I’d forgotten how it feels to possess someone’s ass, and to come in it,” she growled.



Her bent legs overlapped mine and she planted her left hand on my spine below my neck. That heavy banging went on, a little faster than a beat per second. There was no vacillation or dip in her dynamic routine, and every lunge was perfect. I felt myself wishing not that it would never end, as I often had when being fucked, but that she would never stop wanting to use me. Ghost girls with shining eyes were growing restless at the edge of the light.



“Fuck me!” I begged. “Please!”



Three more thuds came and I heard her grunt. After smacking it home one more time she slid her legs between mine. Her hand returned to the floor. One forward push was followed by more downward prods.



Samantha help, I thought. My will was breaking, and I was finding it wonderful to be enslaved. Shifting poses again, she replaced her legs over mine and put both hands on my lower back. Her head bowed in unshakable concentration and her ass started working on me, reinforced by her strong, bulky back. Girls in the darkness opened their mouths like silently hissing cats, sensing that victory was imminent. The woman’s enthusiasm skyrocketed.



“Ah. Oh God, it’s so good. I can’t fight it,” I whined.



When she heard that, she laughed, exalting her might. Her thrusts significantly decreased in speed but maintained their shape. Then, with every advance of the shaft, a gush of warm, thick liquid spewed out of its hole and filled all of the available space in me. A total of nine gooey jets spent her charge from the dildo pump, squeezed by orgasmic contractions of her vaginal walls.



“Ah!” she exclaimed as she climaxed. She dismounted, and stood up. A kick to my side produced no reply from me. “He’s done,” she said, and the single light in the room was extinguished.



In the darkness, I learned they weren’t finished with me. The ruler had fed and what was left were the scraps. It began as a slithering, a shuffling, the tiny bursts of distant breaths. I heard limbs brushing limbs, fabric scraping fabric, gasping, and a soft hum of satisfaction. There was an “Ah!” as gloved fingers caressed me and a wicked laugh as one skinny girl took my arm. Another grabbed my ankle and I felt a hand in my hair. Someone else’s hair fell into my sightless eyes. A tongue ran diagonally across my chest. My other two limbs were bound. All of them smelled of raspberries, or lilacs. When I struggled they swarmed like an octopus that wrapped its tentacles all over me. One of them was singing lightly, and another covered my mouth. Writhing proved useless, but it became involuntary. Moments passed when I wasn’t sure I was on the floor. Hands fondled my penis. Two of them tried tickling me.



Several of them were laughing, and I may have as well. I can’t say it was entirely unpleasant, but I was terrified and nauseous from being used by their queen. They felt me up and played with me for timeless moments in that abyss, never shirking from the perversion, nor having trouble negotiating the dark. Small, delicate hands explored all areas of my skin. Anger welled up in me that they could have their way so easily, and that I liked it. The cocks found my mouth and my ass one at a time after an aborted attempt to share holes, and each fired icing sugar onto me when their owners were convulsed by orgiastic ecstasy. Ropes of sweet girl cum flew like confetti in the black pit, soaking my head, neck, thighs, belly, and genitals. Pasted after every ragged sigh and moan, I grew to crave it. A festival of female ejaculation occurred amid screaming, crying, laughing, and much frantic jacking of dildos, so that I was plastered completely like a birthday cake. One girl angrily tore a hole in her leotard and tried to ride me. However long it lasted, I gained from it a new concept of exhaustion that erased the last of my identity.



“Enough!” a voice cried, and they were instantly solemn, and abandoned me. I blinked helplessly in the blackness. Presently, both I and the speaker were illuminated in separate spots.



My destroyer was standing on a raised platform fifteen feet in front of me. Her strap-on must have been taken off, because the black lace gown she wore flowed smoothly down her carriage to her feet. Those other articles she’d worn could faintly be made out through the material. The girls were gathered about her. She radiated joy.



“Tom, do you recognize me?”



“No,” I said. “We’ve never met.”



She laughed, and with her right hand tore off the great platinum wig and tossed it away in one gesture.



“Not even now? Look closely.”



I didn’t recall the stern, glowing face, then crowned by brown hair that was parted in the middle and tied back in a bun. She smirked down at me imperiously.



“Still, no? Think back to your days in elementary school. Remember what happened behind the shed, under the bleachers, and by the cafeteria door.”



It dawned on me that this was the leader of a pack of older girls who used to beat me up.



“Well?”



“Yes.”



“Good,” she said. Some of the sisters bared their teeth, or looked at her. “It was obvious that even if you didn’t know me, I had molded the course of your life. Why, look at all the adventures you’re having!” Girls were tittering.



“What do you want, Kim, Kerry?”



“Karen. Say it.”



“Karen,” I said.



“I want what I’ve always sought, which is power, and now I have it over you, party boy. My ownership of you became final, here, tonight.”



I glowered.



“Give my regards to your witch friends, if you ever see them again. I’ll be in touch.”



The light lingered a moment on her and the girls, and went out. Another went on over a doorway that I hadn’t seen, to my left. I walked out of the spot that I occupied and trudged through the darkness to it. It led outside, where I found my clothes neatly folded on a trashcan lid. I put them on and as I went home it started to rain.

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