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Dan was comfortably seated in his chair in front of the computer, with both his feet on the computer desk. His right hand was stroking his 7 inch dick, to prevent a quick ejaculation, while his left hand was cupping and massaging his balls. As it was his habit from a couple of years now, he inserted his white butt plug. His breathing was already heavy and drops of sweat were forming on his slender naked body. From time to time he used his index finger to collect a drop of precum and it tasted to him like nectar.

His eyes were glued to the monitor, were he was watching porn. And not just any porn. In time his tastes evolved from regular straight porn, to anal, than to anal mature women and now to mature women and bisexual boys. It wasn’t intentional, he didn’t consider himself gay or even bisexual. But once he opened video file which supposed to be only a threesome with two males and a MILF, and the action was in fact bisexual. From that moment on, he started to search for this type of movies on the internet. And this brought new tendencies in his masturbation. He started fingering his asshole as the actors were fucking each other and after not such a long time, he began experiencing with different objects. But they were all too big or too small or uncomfortable. So he ordered by mail the smallest butt plug from a sex toys site.

On screen, a young guy and a very beautiful blonde in her 40s were licking and sucking each other in a 69, with the woman on top. The blonde was alternating between sucking his cock and another’s guy cock, which was standing in front o her and sometimes she was putting both dicks in her hungry mouth. After a few minutes, the standing guy changed position and penetrated the blond from behind. As his fat dick was going in and out of her pussy, it rubbed directly on his friend’s lips and tongue. And to make it clear for the viewers that it wasn’t by mistake, he took out his dick covered in pussy juice and dived into the other guy’s mouth.

Right at this moment, the door flew open and the room was filled with light. Dan’s heart almost stopped as he saw his mother standing in the door way. She too remained there shocked at the view of her son. After a few seconds, which seemed like ages to both of them, she slowly closed the door and disappeared. Only then Dan changed his position. What would his mother think? How much did she saw? Did she notice what kind of movie he was watching? Or that he had a butt plug in his ass? At this last thought he almost panicked. What would his mom think of him?

He thought about going out of his room and talking to his mother, but what could he tell her? That he had no girlfriend and he didn’t get laid in the last six month? Or that he fancied kinky bisexual sex with mature women? Better if he left the situation like this and waited for his mother to say something first.

Anna wasn’t quite the usual mother. She was a very fit woman, with several tattoos and piercings on her body, which were proof of her wild youth. When she was young she played in rock band and she was always on the move and partying hard. Two years went on like this, with lots of sex with strangers, alcohol and drugs. Than, when she turned 21, she remained pregnant. It was a life changing moment and she decided to keep that baby whose father was absolutely unknown. Probably the result of a gang bang or quick fuck in some club’s toilet. She quit the band and returned in her hometown. The prodigal child was reaccepted by her family and after she gave birth they helped her start her own business, a flower shop.

Her son, Daniel, or Dan as everybody called him, was a tall and slender boy, with a cinnamon like complexion to his skin. He wasn’t very good at sports and instead of playing with other kids, preferred helping his mother in the shop. After college he returned home and become a florist himself, opening a new flower shop under his mother’s brand. The two of them were best friends, going to movies, dinners and trips together. In the evenings they used to watch TV together, drinking a beer and chatting about their day at work and how to further develop their family business. In the last couple of years, since Dan returned from college, they were so busy with work and each other that none of them had time for a relationship.

A few weeks passed since the door incident, as Dan called it, and he started to think that his mother forgot about it, since she didn’t mention it once. And slowly the awkward silences which had appeared between them started to fade way and in no time they were best buddies again. But now she was careful to knock each time she came into his room, and wait for his approval to enter.

In the night of Dan’s birthday they returned from the club at 1 am, both tipsy after partying with their friends and coworkers.

“Let’s have one more drink before going to bed” said Ann and pushed Dan on the couch.

“I’m in for a beer, thank you mom,” replied Dan smiling. He remained seated and waited for his mother to return.

But when she came back, she wasn’t bringing any beer, but a box wrapped with blue ribbon.

“I almost forgot to give you your birthday present!”

Dan started to unpack his gift.

“You didn’t have to, mother, the party was enough for me.”

But his smile disappeared when he saw what was in the box: a dildo, a butt plug, anal beads, tubes of lubricant and some smaller packages that contained women’s lingerie.

“What… what are these…?” asked the young man with a trembling voice?

Ann kneeled on the floor in front of him, took his hands in her hands and looked into his eyes.

“You know I love you and I would do everything for you. I’ve done a lot of foolish things when I was young and I believe I experienced almost everything there is about sex, and I don’t regret one single action. And I believe you should live your life too and enjoy all the pleasures in it. Don’t hide behind my back and masturbate. I want you to experience in real life all the things that excite you. I beg of you, let me help you and you’ll not be sorry”.

Dan was calmer now, the panic that he felt when opening the gift almost completely gone.

“You don’t think that I’m a pervert and I should keep it to myself?” asked Dan with a tremor in his voice.

“No, my love. On the contrary, you should give in to your desires and experiment whatever you, as long as it’s legal and it doesn’t harm your health, of course.”

“I’ll think about it…”

“You promise?”

“Well… yeah…” responded Dan, with a voice that was still full of incertitude.

“I have a proposition for you”, said Ann with a smile on her face. “How about you’ll do your old mom a favor and try the gift I gave you.”

“Wow, mom, you really want this, don’t you?” Now Dan’s voice was slightly naughty.

“Only what’s best for you, my love, only what will help you develop into a strong and balanced man.”

“OK that I’ll go to my room and…”

“No, please Dan!” His mother interrupted his words. “Try it here; it’s my gift after all!”

“But… these are sex toys! And this lingerie, I don’t know what you meant with it. What am I supposed to do with it?”

“Try it on, of course!” Now Ann was laughing with all her heart and kissed his son on both his cheeks.

“Just put it on and if don’t like you give back to me and we shall never speak again about it.”

Maybe it was the booze, maybe the sexual excitation seeing all those shiny sex toys or maybe the view inside his mother’s shirt, where he could clearly see her B cup breasts, but Dan was starting to have a hard on and his mom’s proposition didn’t seem as strange as it supposed to be.

“But I can’t…” whispered Dan blushing and unconvinced, and Ann knew right away that she had won.

“I’ll help you.”

Ann stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. Then the jeans. But when Dan remained only in his briefs, with his erection clearly visible, he started to be ashamed again, and covered his groin with his hands.

“Can we have a drink before continuing, mom?”

“Ok, a beer?”

“Beer is fine. And mom…?”

“Yes honey?”

“If I’ll be completely naked and even doing, you know… stuff… with your gift… wouldn’t be fair for both of us to be on an equal position?”

“You want me to be naked also?” She didn’t plan this, but she didn’t dislike the idea either. In fact her pussy was getting wet. “I’ll think about while I’ll get the drink. After all, I’m your mother. But you young man, I want to find you completely naked when I’m back.”

A few minutes past since Dan waited, naked, on the couch. Some traces of shame were still running through his head, but his erection remained firm. He decided to go with the flow. He knew that whatever will happen, mother only wants what’s best for him. In that precise moment, Ann entered the room. She was pretty and sexy like a wet dream: dressed only in a short white nightie, which almost left nothing to the imagination, and wearing a pair of high heels, she brought in two beers on a plate. Dan’s heart began to pump blood faster and all of it felt directed right into his shaft.

“Now mommy’s going to take care of you baby,” said Ann putting the plate on the coffee table. “I’ll show you how it’s done and you’ll repeat after me.”

The beautiful lady turned around and slowly bent her body until her nightie rose up, allowing Dan to see her ass in its entire splendor. It looked so round and firm, like an apple. And between those beautiful legs, he could see the most beautiful pussy, completely shaved. He felt his mouth watering, but knew this was not what his mom had in mind for him. Slowly, Ann put her right hand between her legs and started caressing her pussy and rosebud, spreading the thick pussy juices onto her other opening.

“You like what you see, honey?’

“I love it, mom,” answered the young boy with a trembling voice. He didn’t even touched his cock and already felt like he’ll ejaculate very soon.

“Hold your horses and just watch mommy playing.”

Ann inserted one finger into her ass and started moaning while playing with it.

“It feels so good… please honey, give me the anal beads from the box.”

Dan searched quickly and hand it over to her. She lubed the toy with a lot of spit and started inserting it into her anus. Gently, one by one, the bead were disappearing into her rosebud, starting with the small ones and until the last one, almost an inch in diameter, was gone from sight as well. Ann’s moaning during the process was like a siren’s song to Dan, who kneeled close behind his mother, keeping his eyes fixed on her ass.

And Ann took her hand off the beads, clearly indicating to her son what she wanted. Dan didn’t need much encouragement and started to gently extract the beads, hypnotized by the view of the beautiful pink hole opening each time a bead passed through and closing behind it. He wanted to tuck that ass, kiss it, bite it, but refrained and did only what his mother told him to. When the last bead was out he pushed them back, one by one, accompanied by his mother’s moans and whispers of approval. After several rounds, Ann took hold of the anal beads and turned to him, with her eyes lost in ecstasy.

“Your turn, honey, sit down on the coach,” and as she was saying that she pushed him until he was sitting with his legs apart and a raging hard on pointing the ceiling. First she licked clean the anal beads while with her right hand she started to play with the young man’s anus.

“Tell me if it hurts, ok son? I took a lot of cocks in my ass, so I’m used to it and learned to enjoy it, but you’re almost a virgin. I’ll prepare you first.”

She moisture her index finger with spit and gently inserted in Dan’s ass, who couldn’t suppress a groan of pleasure. Ann was using slow, tender strokes fingering him and watched intently how his shaft was trembling with excitement. After a minute or two she couldn’t refrain any more and broke her last barrier kissed the beautiful cock right on top, savoring her son’s sweet precum. She proceeded by lovingly licking it, kissing and swallowing each of his balls and as she took his whole cock in a deep throat she inserted her middle finger as well. Feeling this simultaneous attack, Dan almost screamed in delight. Already his mom was giving him more that he ever dreamed of receiving from a living creature.

“Mom… I’ll cum… if… you… don’t… stop…” gasped Dan.

“No problem son, I’m sure we can find more in these beautiful balls of yours,” laughed Ann. And she recommenced her loving attacks on his dick and anus. She felt how it was growing and shivering and sucked passionately until thick spurts of cum filled her mouth. Only then she stopped and swallowed all his semen. Finally, she extracted her fingers and looked up to him licking the last drops off her lips:

“”Wow, honey, you’re delicious!”

But Dan was unable to respond. He just lay there, with all his body shivering and covered in sweat. Only his eyes were smiling and were full of love as he looked at his mother.

“I love mom” was all he was able to say after a few minutes.

Ann got up from the floor and cuddled next to him on the couch.

“I can’t wait to continue son. I haven’t cum yet and my pussy is dripping.”

Dan’s mother gathered some drops of pussy juices on her finger and smeared it on his lips. She licked it and felt how her sweetness melted in his mouth. And, as if by miracle, his cock started to grow again.

“It seems that you like my taste. I’d better feed you some more, son.”

And she stranded on top of him, lowering her pussy right onto his face. Dan needed no more encouragements. He started to kiss and lick her lips passionately, getting drunk on her nectar. It was now that he noticed she had a piercing in her clit, and found it to be very sexy. He played with it and put all his oral skills into pleasuring his mom. Ann’s body was rocking on top of him, sometimes almost suffocating him, but he didn’t say a word of protest. Small orgasms were shuddering her body and, finally, she let herself fall into her son’s lap. She started to kiss him gently all over his face and son their mouths were locked in a lustful kiss. They both felt how their love of a life time, between a mother and a son, was now completed by sexual love, as their tongues and bodies melted into each other. Dan’s erect cock was now resting onto her pussy’s velvet folds, trying to find it’s way in.

“No, Dan, wait, not yet. There is still something in your gift you need to try.”

She reached for the box and took two butt plugs, a smaller black one, and bigger one, transparent, made of glass.

“One for you, and for me,” she said smiling. “Lie there, on the floor.”

Like any respectful child, Dan lied on his back, waiting for his mother’s instructions. She laid down between his legs and concentrated again on sucking her new favorite toy, her son’s cock. But this time her kisses and licks went slowly downward until her mouth reached his anus, where she proved to have real skill. In no time, his rosebud, already loosened by the previous fingering, gave way to her tongue. She was tongue fucking him and he loved every part of it. When she felt that Dan was relaxed enough, Ann commenced to gently insert the smaller butt plug. At first he gasped and felt a little bit of pain as his anus dilated around the rubber toy, but when it was completely inside he was covered by a wave of pleasure.

“Will you do the same for me, honey?” asked Ann while handing him the glass butt plug. And to make it easier for him, she moved her body in a 69 position, presenting her beautiful lady parts for him to admire. But this time he only licked for a few seconds her wet pussy and then concentrated onto her pretty pink asshole. As she had done before, it was his turn now to tongue fuck her and to apply gentle sucking motions. When he considered her ready, Dan inserted the butt plug in the right place, listening to her groans of pleasure.

“Now you’ll have to fuck me, because I can’t take any more of these teasing,” said his mother and she impaled herself on her son’s cock. This time he lasted much longer, changing several positions, until he started pumping his semen again inside her. And when the last spasm of gone, they almost immediately felled asleep, embraced, right there on the floor.

To be continued…

“Un-fucking-believable,” Alice thought as she walked in the front door. “I spent the last two years letting that pervert ogle me with his eyes, and ‘accidentally’ brush against me, only to have that two bit whore show up six months ago and steal my promotion.” She kicked off her shoes and padded across the kitchen floor in her stocking covered feet as she unbuttoned her shirt. Opening the fridge she withdrew a bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. Most of her anger had been vented on the car ride home, but she could still feel it simmering just below the surface. Alice downed the half glass of wine and poured herself another, savoring the sweet taste as it went down her throat. Returning the wine to the fridge she stood there in the kitchen, wine glass in hand; white shirt opened, head tilted back towards the ceiling with her eyes closed as she worked to center herself.

“I need to get laid,” she said aloud, the truth of the words bringing the first true smile of the day to her glistening red lips. Walking to the living room she sat in a chair, her black skirt riding up her thighs, baring her stocking tops. Alice hadn’t had a boyfriend in over a year as she concentrated on her career. Bradley had been the last man she’d slept with, and the sex drought was driving her crazy. Like any woman in her early thirties she had an assortment of toys to ‘scratch her itches’, but no toy could replace the feeling of a man.

Setting her glass down she closed her eyes and let her hands roam her body. A moan escaped her lips as her hand reached inside her bra and pinched her nipple. She shuddered as her other hand slid beneath her skirt, and past her thong. Spreading her legs she slipped two fingers into her pussy, the familiar sensation both pleasing and boring at the same time. Exasperated she removed her fingers and clasped her knees. Running through her collection of vibrators and dildos Alice could not think of a single one that would satisfy her tonight.

“Fuck! I need a man,” she yelled into the empty room. Standing she paced the room. Going to a bar meant work: Finding a respectable looking guy and playing the flirt game with him. Then hoping beyond hope that he wasn’t a perverted weirdo. Despite what every guy says, not many men seem to be interested in a woman seeking a one night stand. Most men assume they are up to something: trying to enrage an ex boyfriend, or make a girlfriend jealous. The ones that are up for it are usually not the type that Alice would want to take to bed. Frustrated she walked the room, her mind seeking an answer to her sexual desires but coming up empty.

Resigned to a night of fucking her self with her vibrators, Alice opted to order a pizza for dinner, and that’s when she knew the answer. Tony’s Pizza had the sexiest delivery guy around. Antonio was the owner’s nephew, and worked in the shop delivering pies. He had been the topic of more than one x-rated conversation in the office over the last few months. Alice had been lucky enough to have him deliver to her three times. Tonight she would offer him a tip she prayed he wouldn’t refuse. Word around the office was that Antonio was single, and an amazing fuck. Well that’s what a friend of a friend’s sister had said anyway.

She called in her order and asked if Antonio was working this evening. She was informed that he had been working and would be off when he got back, was there a message?

“No message,” she had said. She hung up the phone with frustrated resignation, her last long shot at getting laid dashed. Filling her glass again, Alice sat down and waited for dinner as she tried to decide which of her vibrators would be the one to get lucky tonight. She had a feeling that “Big Hank and his anal explorer” would be the one, but she couldn’t out her purple double headed dildo either. Tomorrow night she was going to a bar, and was going to find a man to fuck her.

Twenty minutes later she had a decent buzz going, the anger of the work day safely dissolved in wine, when there was a knock at the door; the thought of dinner gone from her mind as she tried to settle on a porno and a vibrator she walked to the door, curious as to who was calling on her. “Who’s there?” she asked her hand on the doorknob.

“Tony’s Pizza,” came the reply in a heavy Italian accent. Her heart knocked in her chest as reality cut through her buzz. She’d ordered a pizza, hoping to get laid. They said Antonio was done for the evening but the voice coming through the door said otherwise. Opening the door she stood there, her shirt wide open, exposing her white lace covered breasts.

“Hi, the total is…”Antonio trailed off, his eyes settling on Alice’s 36B chest. Following his gaze she realized she had never buttoned her shirt back up.

“Oh shit, come in,” she said stepping back. Antonio chuckled as he entered the house. He watched amused as she fumbled with her buttons before giving up.

“Well I’m sure this isn’t the first time you’ve seen a woman in a bra, come on into the kitchen,” she told him.

“Not the first time, no,” he said following her, his eyes locked on her firm ass as she led the way, “but surely one of the best times.”

Standing in the center of the kitchen she turned to look at him, one hand on her hip, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re coming on to me.” She hoped that her words would be read as the invitation they really were, and that they weren’t in any way slurred.

He set the pizza on the table and looked at her. “What? A beautiful woman answers the door with her shirt open, and a guy can’t comment on how nice her breasts are?” he replied.

Tilting her head she asked, “Beautiful? You really think I’m beautiful?”

“You don’t think I’d have taken one more delivery if I didn’t know where I was going do you?” he answered. The tension in the air was palpable. She could feel herself growing wet as her eyes roamed his hard body, imagining him deep inside her. “I have a list in my head of every great tip, and every knockout that orders. You’re special because you are one of a select few that fall on both lists.”

Stepping to him she placed her hands on his shoulders and said, “Thank you. That was the highlight of my day.” Standing on her stocking clad tip toes she kissed him gently on the lips. The kiss lasted long enough to be considered a peck at best, but she hoped it was able to convey her wanton desire in a way words couldn’t.

Looking down at her as she retreated from him Antonio ran his tongue along his lips, savoring the brief taste and feel of her succulent lips. Uncertain if her flirtation was simply that or an invitation for more he looked into her eyes, trying to read the truth of the moment. Sensing the moment was fleeing past he made up his mind. Stepping to her he put his hands on her waist. “Maybe I can make you change your mind.”

“About what?” she asked.

“About the highlight of your day,” he answered, pulling her into his strong arms. Their lips met as he held her close.

Alice melted like warm butter in his arms. The sensation of a man lusting for her intoxicated her more than a cask of wine could have. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues dueled, passionate desire filling the air like a heavy storm cloud.

His free hand roamed her body as his other held her tight. Finding the bottom of her skirt he slowly worked it upward, baring her thong covered ass to his searching hand.

Alice trembled as his hand traced across her nearly nude ass. She could feel her knees buckle when he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her thong and began sliding it off. Gasping as he kissed his way down her exposed chest and stomach she stepped out of her panties.

Antonio picked her up and set her on the kitchen table. Sitting before her in a chair he spread her legs and placed them over his shoulders, exposing her wet sex to his hungry mouth.

Alice moaned as his tongue flicked across her pussy. Gripping his head she held him between her legs, lost in the pleasures of his tongue and lips. “Oh shit….mmmmm yesss,” she moaned as he nibbled her sensitive clit.

Antonio lapped at her juices like a starved man, letting not one drop past his lips. Wetting his finger with saliva he slowly entered her, amazed at how tight she was around his finger.

“FUCK, I’M CUMMING!!!” she screamed as he worked his finger into her while sucking her clit into his mouth. Alice’s legs clamped down on his head as he continued lapping her gently, savoring every drop of her sexual essence.

When her legs freed him he stood, running his hands over her nylon covered legs. Unzipping his pants he saw her peer down the length of her body at what he was about to put in her. Knowing he needed no lubrication he placed his cockhead at her tight opening. Slowly he dragged his member up and down her dripping sex, coating his hard shaft with her cum.

Locking her ankles behind his waist Alice tried in vain to pull him into her, needing his cock deep inside her now. “Please no more teasing,” she whimpered, certain she was going to go mad with desire if he didn’t enter her now.

Smiling down at her he replied, “Your wish is my command.” With one long slow thrust he filled her completely.

Bolts of pleasure coursed through her as he penetrated her, filling as she hadn’t been in far too long, as no rubber dildo could. She moaned as his cock throbbed in her, pulsing deep inside her pussy.

Antonio reached inside her open shirt and massaged her tits as he thrust into her, pounding deeply into her again and again. “Oh mia,” cried as her tight pussy clamped down on him, her orgasm drowning out his own sounds of pleasure. He watched as she writhed beneath him, lost in throes of climax. Stilling himself he waited for her to regain her senses.

Removing himself from her pussy he stood her up and turned her around. Bending her over the table he entered her from behind, running his hands over her delicate ass while burying his cock deep into her waiting pussy.

“Make me cum again,” she begged him. Looking over her shoulder at him with lust filled eyes she commanded, “FUCK ME. Fuck my pussy until it cums all over you.”

Wanting to push her over the edge in a way she’s never known, Antonio began sliding in and out of her in a slow and rhythmic way, fully removing his cock from her on every third stroke. Grasping it at the base he slid it around her wet opening and without warning would penetrate her again; drawing deep guttural moans from Alice’s parted lips, her orgasm built in a painfully slow manner.

“Oh Gawwwwdd,” she moaned, the sensation of his thick member slowly withdrawing from her wetness; the mere seconds out of her leaving her yearning for him to slide it back in, before pushing deeply into her again; making her whimper in exquisite ecstasy as the tingle of her orgasm grew in her stomach.

Alice firmly gripped the edge of the table in anticipation of her impending climax. The combination of his cock repeatedly entering her anew, with his slow and deep strokes was rocketing her to a climactic height she had never felt before.

Trembling with passion Alice screamed in surprise and pleasure as Antonio slid a wet finger into her anus. “Don’t stop…oh please don’t stop,” she begged him as he slowly finger fucked her ass. She’d had boyfriends beg for her ass in the past. One even tongue fucked it hoping he would get her to say yes, but she’d never given in. Now as she bit her lip in an effort to remain in control, she scolded herself for having missed out on this carnal pleasure that was consuming her. Uncertain if or when she would ever be able to accept a cock in her small derriere, she knew with certainty she would be buying a new toy to satiate this new hunger that had been awakened in her.

Feeling herself on the precipice of orgasm, Alice desperately needed to cum. With his next penetration Alice tried thrusting her ass back at him in an effort to make him fuck her faster, but the attempt failed. Antonio held her still as he slid his full length deep into her again, before ceasing to move.

Leaning over her, with his cock deep within her, he kissed her upper back and shoulders. Running a hand over her shoulders he caressed her cheek. “Are you ready to cum?” he asked.

Turning her head to the side she sucked his middle finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around as she slid her moist lips along his thick finger, imagining it to be a cock. “Mmmmhmmmph,” she moaned.

Antonio slid his finger from her mouth. Standing behind her he withdrew his other finger from her ass, drawing an angry protest from Alice. Running his hands over the milky flesh of her ass he began moving again; withdrawing from her until only the head of his penis remained nestled between her pink lips. With a quick thrust he filled her again.

“Aiiiiyyyyee,” Alice cried out, his quick pace sending shockwaves of pleasure through her every nerve. Looking over her shoulder she watched as Antonio began pounding into her; the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh igniting her lust.

As if someone had set off a firecracker on her clit Alice came, slamming her hand on the table as her vision filled with sparkles, her orgasm washing away all physical control of her body. Collapsing on the table she gasped for breath as she cried out in euphoric release, alternately begging Antonio to stop fucking her and to never stop.

With a roar Antonio cried out, “I’m there.” Yanking his cock from her spent pussy he gave three quick strokes and shot his load onto her shirt, grunting with satisfaction as each spurt landed. Sitting down in the chair he ran a hand gently along her inner thigh, placing a kiss on her ass.

Alice looked over at him and grinned. “You’re amazing.”

Pulling her skirt down over her bare ass he smiled back at her. “You’re pretty amazing yourself.” Antonio stood and straightened himself.

Alice moved from the table to his vacated seat. She watched as he tucked in his shirt and tidied his hair.

“Are you going to be okay?” he asked standing in front of her.

Alice stood and kissed him. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Thank you.”

She followed him as he walked to the front door. When he reached the door he paused. Turning he asked, “So, can I stop by again some time? Maybe we can split a pie and watch a movie?”

“That sounds great,” she answered, a smile on her lips, “I’d like that very much.”

Antonio kissed her good-bye and left. Alice stood there for a moment, lost in the after-glow of amazing sex, feeling satisfied in a way she had been longing for, for far too long.

Alice walked to the bathroom and removed her cum soaked shirt, rumpled skirt and nylons. Turning the shower to hot she climbed in, happier than she had been in a long time, knowing that despite missing the promotion, her future held great promise.

The night begins with you meeting me at my place for an evening on the town. You; dressed up fine in a hat, tie, and vest – me; my hair pinned up, in a short busty dress and thigh-highs. As you watch me bend over to put on my heels, you notice the small peek of lace underneath, and you can’t resist grabbing me by the hips and pulling me into you – the hard swell under your pants pressing against the thin fabric covering my pussy.

I gasp as your fingers roam, your firm hands keeping me bent at the waist as you explore under my dress. When you finally pull my underwear aside, you’re a little surprised to find how wet I am – my pussy practically begging to be filled. What had started out as a diversion turned into an opportunity not to be wasted. You order me to stand, and push me against the wall, forcing my legs wide with your knees, and hiking my dress up to my hips. Kneeling now, you slowly peel off my underwear -making me blush as you laugh at how they are soaked through already- and make me shiver in anticipation as I stand fully exposed to you.

One hand on my ass, the other on my clit, you begin to tease me with your tongue until I’m groaning and gasping against the wall. Now, as you realize your dick has grown to the point where you need to loosen your pants, your mind turns to other things…you lead me over to a chair in the corner where you sit and pull out your hard cock – motioning to me that it’s my turn.

I get on my hands and knees and crawl up to your lap, taking your whole cock in my mouth at once – making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. I’m so turned on, I feel like I can’t get enough – alternating between sucking on the head, and swallowing the whole shaft. Although your attention is wholly focused on the lips wrapped around your dick, you notice the box of toys behind the chair that I’ve gathered in preparation for tonight – one in particular sparks your interest, and you pull it out without me seeing. You lean over to pull my dress up to my waist once again, revealing my ass and forcing your cock down my throat. You lick your fingers and spread my asscheeks, spreading the wetness around the tight hole. Surprised, my hand reaches back to push yours away, but you grab my wrist tightly and murmur your dissent. On all fours, hand behind my back, and a cock stuffed deep in my throat, I can give you little contest as you begin to work my asshole with your fingers, stretching me open gently.

You let go of my wrist when you have a finger firmly two knuckles down, and your other hand seeks out my clit again; not surprised at all to find it once again dripping. Lost in the pleasure of having all three holes administered to, I am so close to cumming…but there is something else you want to do first.

The butt plug is bigger than your finger, and I moan in protest as you push it in slowly, stretching me wider than before; but your cock stolidly fills my mouth, and as you whisper in my ear how much of a sexy slut I am, I begin to rock my hips against your hands, ready to cum. You fuck me with the plug, pulling it in and out of my ass as you enjoy the deep throating you’re getting. We’re both close, but I cum first – you push the plug as deep as it’ll go, the base of it wedged between my asscheeks, my hole tightening around it as my pussy spasms in pleasure. You cum too, then…finally leaning back and enjoying the sight as I swallow it all.

I’m gasping, shaking from the intensity of it, as you zip up your pants and return my underwear to me with a grin. I reach back to remove the plug, and once again you grab my wrist and explicitly tell me no – you want me to leave it there, under my panties, all night, as we wander around downtown….and only you can remove it, when you’re ready. I look at you incredulously, but you take my hand and lead me out, the inconspicuous toy in my ass, and the taste of your cum still on my lips, our night only just begun…

This is actually a scene from a much larger and infinitely frustrating story that I doubt will ever be finished but I love these characters and the way they interact so I am submitting it as an edited excerpt.


The Blue Light was Nic’s favorite bar. It was out of the way so very few college students frequented it. With all of the other bars filled with shot pounding jocks and preening princesses, it was nice to have a place where she could go and have a good time without needing to fake having fun with people she hated. The other thing about The Blue Light was it had Jen.

Jen was the bartender and Nic had made quick work of seducing her when she first started coming to the bar. Her parents owned the place and she lived in the room above it. Jen was the perfect girl in Nic’s mind. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders and she had the most piercing green eyes Nic had ever seen. Her body was a walking contradiction because she was lean and strong but had a soft waist and hips that flared out to the most perfect ass. Nic wasn’t a relationship person and neither was Jen. They were never exclusive, hell, they had never even been on a date, but the had an understanding about what they needed from each other.

Nic paid the taxi driver and walked towards the front door. The lights were on inside but she knew the door would be locked as it was well past closing. She knocked forcefully so that the sound would radiate through the bar. She heard steps come towards the door and then a powerful but sensual voice responded.

“We’re closed. Sorry, you’ll have to come back another night.”

Nic replied quickly before Jen had a chance to walk back into the bar. “It’s Nic.”

Within a few moments, Nic heard the lock click open and the door swung back to reveal Jen standing with a confused look on her face.

“Nic? What are you doing here?”

Nic moved towards the raven-haired beauty and gave her a forceful and powerful kiss and then, without a word, walked past her in the bar. Breathless, Jen closed and re-locked the door before following the redhead upstairs to her room.

They reached the large bedroom and Jen turned and shut the door. When she made her way over to the bed where Nic was sitting, she got a chance to see her in the light for the first time that night.

“This is a surprise.”

Nic turned to her and in that instant, lust swept through her body and a sly smile crept onto her face.

Nic stood up and pulled Jen to her. Deftly, she raised the hem of her dress. Clad in only a black lace bra and thong set, Nic’s coppery hair tumbled down from its ponytail and she turned Jen around so that her front was pressed against the back of the still clothed bartender.

Knowing that she would give in to Nic, as she always did, Jen didn’t question the girl’s erratic behavior.

“Take off your top,” Nic demanded in a tone that sent shivers down her spine.

She took it off quickly and pressed back to feel Nic’s lace encased chest press up against her back. Nic’s knee nudged between her legs and she quickly spread them a bit wider to let the woman’s leg through. Nic pressed her knee up into Jen’s denim encased pussy and without thinking Jen’s body started to grind against it and make slow and sensual circles. Nic’s hands made their way around Jen’s body, leaving no surface untouched. Jen shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what was coming up next but reeling in the anticipation.

Nic’s hands made their way down and skillfully unbuttoned Jen’s jeans. She dropped her knee and let her hand slither into the woman’s lace underwear. Nic palmed Jen’s shaved pussy and let her middle finger breach the soaking slit. Jen groaned and pressed her body into Nic’s hand. Jen continued to grind against her and started panting with need. Moments later, Nic removed her hand and stepped away.

“Naked…and on the bed. Now.”

Jen looked back and her eyes caught Nic’s.

“Did I stutter?” said Nic, waiting impatiently for Jen to comply.

Jen looked for a moment more and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Climbing onto the bed, she saw Nic walk towards her closet and she knew what was coming. Nic returned with four leather cuffs and attached them to Jen’s wrists and ankles. Jen didn’t think to protest because at this point she wanted it as much, if not more, than Nic. Nic had this power over her and she yearned to please and submit to her. Nic clipped the cuffs to the clips that had taken permanent residence on Jen’s bed and stared down and the now incapacitated woman.

Jen’s breath skipped as she saw Nic remove her own bra and underwear and slide so she was sitting right on top of her. Nic let her body fall towards Jen’s; their breasts brushed with light contact. Gasping, Jen arched her back trying desperately to get more flesh-to-flesh contact with the girl on top of her. Nic held her mouth just far enough from Jen’s so that she couldn’t reach her. Seeing the dark-haired beauty reaching up towards her had her adrenaline pumping.

“Ugh, Nic. Just touch me,” Jen groaned.

Nic smiled and moved down the woman’s body. Her lips grazed Jen’s neck and she felt a shiver run through her. Jen’s responsive nature was one of the things that kept Nic coming back to her, something she didn’t do very often.

“You want me to touch you?” Nic baited her as she moved down to take one of Jen’s nipples into her mouth.

“Oh my god…” Jen gasped as she arched into Nic’s mouth.

Licking and sucking for a moment, Nic moved across Jen’s chest to get to her other breast, kissing her smooth sternum on the way.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” She asked as she passed her tongue over Jen’s stiff bud.

“Fuck,” Jen whispered as Nic increased her suction. “Everywhere, touch me everywhere.”

“Everywhere, huh?” Nic said as she moved further down Jen’s body. “What about here?” Nic’s mouth made contact with side of Jen’s body where her hip met her waist. She was rewarded with a gasp and the sound of Jen’s breathing picking up even further. Nic moved down and put her mouth on the inside of Jen’s thigh giving it a long lick.

“What about there?”

Jen groaned as Nic removed her mouth from the sensitive area on the inside of her thigh. “Oh god,” Jen said. “Fuck me.” Her voice rose slightly and she near yelled, “Nic, fuck me.”

Hearing the desperation in Jen’s voice made Nic smile. Nic moved between her legs and licked her slowly up the length of her pussy. Jen’s body began to shake almost immediately so Nic latched her mouth onto her clit and pinched it between her lips, sucking lightly, and thrust two fingers into Jen’s dripping cunt. Nic’s fingers curled up and she increased the pressure on her clit, licking it furiously inside her mouth. Jen’s body shook and she cried out as her orgasm rippled through her body. Nic never stopped sucking or roughly fucking her fingers into Jen’s body. As her first orgasm started to recede, Jen felt Nic’s free hand reach below her body and move in between her ass cheeks. Just one touch to her twitching hole had her building up to another massive orgasm. Nic’s finger slowly circled the flexing bud and Jen pushed to increase the friction. She moaned and gasped and writhed against her restraints but the moment Nic’s finger breached her other hole, she was gone. She couldn’t see straight and her eyes fluttered closed. With a start, her body arched up away from the bed.

“Nic! Fuck, ahh… NIC!” she screamed as her body lost all control.

Nic watched as Jen’s body thrashed and contorted beneath her. Removing both her hands, she sat up and watched as Jen panted and shook, desperate to catch her breath. Nic was drunk with power. Without any warning, Nic moved her body up and straddled the woman’s face. Jen’s eyes opened as she saw where Nic was headed and shifted her body in anticipation.

It wasn’t in Nic’s nature to allow for recovery time and through that Jen had learnt to push through her orgasm’s aftershocks to avoid being completely useless. Nic lowered herself down onto Jen’s waiting mouth and Jen started licking furiously, desperate to make Nic feel the way she did right now.

Her tongue anxiously probed at the redhead’s bare pussy and soft moans escaped from Nic’s mouth. Nic raised herself and turned around so that she was facing Jen’s body. She leaned over and ran her hands down Jen’s tanned torso. Jen continued to work her tongue rapidly around and in Nic’s pussy but her mind wandered as she felt Nic’s hands running lightly across her body. Her legs jerked against the cuffs on her ankles as Nic lightly stroked her pussy with a finger.

Nic rose from the bed and stepped off, feeling Jen’s rabid glare following her movement. She reached into the drawer where she had found the cuffs and found a harness with a thick 8″ dildo.

“Oh god,” Jen gasped from across the room.

Jen’s mind raced as she saw what Nic had removed from her toy drawer. She knew it was Nic’s favorite because this one, unlike the other toys she kept in her bottom drawer, could be inserted into Nic as well as Jen. Nic arranged the harness around her legs and slipped one end of the dildo into her pussy with a deep sigh. She picked up a bottle of lube and walked over to the nightstand. She stood looking over Jen’s bound body, leaned down and whispered, “I bet I don’t even need this, do I?” Jen shook her head as Nic’s hand reached down between her legs. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

Jen panted and pleaded with her as she began to stroke her sopping wet pussy.

“Please, Nic. Please. I need you to fuck me. Oh god. I need it.”

Nic moved and unclipped Jen’s legs getting into a position so that she could enter the writhing woman beneath her. She coated the dildo with a light layer of lube and thrust in without a warning in one smooth stroke.

“Oh god!” gasped Jen as she bucked her hips up to match Nic’s hard thrusts.

Nic picked up her pace and relished the feeling of the toy fucking her back. After a few long moments, Jen mewled and Nic bent her body towards her and gave her a long passionate kiss. Their tongues battled as Nic continued to ravage Jen underneath her. Jen’s legs wrapped around Nic’s slender waist and pulled her closer, moaning into the dominant woman’s mouth.

“You know what I’m going to do when I’m done fucking your tight pussy, Jen?” Nic whispered in her ear.

“N-N-No, what a-are you going t-to do?” Jen gasped as her third orgasm built.

“I’m going to take this cock,” Nic whispered, “and I’m going to fuck your pretty little ass.”

Nic sat back up and began pounding into the dark-haired woman with a vengeance. Jen whimpered at the notion of Nic fucking her ass and just as she was about to come, Nic pulled out of her quickly.

“W-what the…Nic? Ah!”

Before she could say anything else, she felt two lubed up fingers breaching her back entrance. She pushed back against them and Nic scissored her fingers inside. Once her two fingers were moving quite easily, she slipped in a third and began thrusting them in and out.

“Nic, I’m ready,” Jen moaned as she pulled her arms against the cuffs.

Nic pulled her fingers out and reached for the bottle of lube. Covering the long cock she moved into position and pressed the head firmly into Jen’s waiting asshole. Her body accepted the invader and Nic pressed into her slowly and moved until their thighs were touching, then she paused.

Jen released a breath that she didn’t know she had been holding and waited to get used to the large toy inside her ass. After a few moments, her body ached to be touched again and she started moving her hips.

Taking this as a sign that she was ready for more, Nic slowly pulled out and pressed back into Jen’s waiting ass. The pressure and resistance that the toy felt from Jen’s ass only increased the pressure on Nic’s end of the toy and after a few minutes at a laborious pace her body began to move faster. Nic could feel an orgasm rising deep within her and she thrust even harder. Jen’s moans were building in volume and her arms were pulling desperately at the restraints.

Sensing her need, Nic reached down and without breaking her rhythm she thrust three fingers into Jen’s gaping cunt. One swipe of her thumb on Jen’s clit had her bucking up towards Nic and they both lost it. Panting and screaming, the pair froze and let their orgasms rip through them.

Jen’s body collapsed and Nic slowly pulled away and removed the harness. Dropping it onto the floor, she unclipped Jen’s hands and watched the girl stretch out. Nic unsteadily walked out of the room towards the kitchen and returned with a bottle of water and a beer. She handed the water to Jen who accepted it with a smile and took a long draw on the beer she had brought for herself.

Jen reached a hand out and beckoned Nic towards the bed. Nic entered and moved behind the recovering woman.

“You ok?” said Nic.

“Oh, yeah…” Jen whimpered as she turned to see Nic resting behind her. Nic took another long sip of her beer and looked back at Jen.

“That was hot,” she said with a smirk.

Jen laughed, “Yeah, you’re in fine form tonight.”

“Sorry I just showed up. I know I usually call first,” Nic said sheepishly.

Jen smiled back at her, “I’m just glad I hadn’t gone to sleep yet,” yawning and stretching out her back.

“I’ll let you get some sleep,” said Nic as she swung her legs around and stood from the bed.

“Do you want to stay?” Jen asked, knowing that the answer would almost certainly be no.

Nic gathered her clothes from the floor and quickly got dressed. “No, thanks,” she replied.

“Ok,” Jen replied, “just call me later.”

“Will do,” Nic leaned over to Jen and gave her a soft but passionate kiss.

“Bye, babe,” Jen said as she watched Nic make for the back door.

“Bye, I’ll be sure the door locks behind me,” Nic replied.

Jen nodded and watched her leave the room. Sated and exhausted she slipped into a deep sleep.

Her hands were shaking as she put the papers down on the dining room table. She had been consoling herself that things couldn’t possibly get any worse, but they just had. They were going to lose their home. It had been a tough couple of months, and thus far she had held up under the pressure. But this news hit her like a ton of bricks.

It was bad enough that her husband was in jail, but she had held out hope that he would be able to clear himself once the case went to trial. After all, she was sure that he was innocent and the facts would ultimately free him. Then they could go back to their secure, yet indifferent personal relationship with one another. As strained and remote as their marriage had become, she still thought of him as an honest man and a good pastor.

After their daughter had died in childbirth the year after the twins were born, there had been a gulf between she and her husband Martin. Secretly, she blamed him. If he hadn’t insisted on her going with him on the church outing when she was almost at full term, it never would have happened.

If the woman from the next motel room hadn’t been there at the time, she would probably have died, as well as miscarrying what would have been their daughter. She still almost died as her husband and the woman rushed her to the local clinic in the remote desert community, unconscious and losing blood.

Jane’s thoughts returned to the problem at hand. She hadn’t counted on this. The church was going to evict them from their home of over 20 years. Even worse, the letter also said that they would be withdrawing her husband’s salary and her stipend to work with the church’s youths, leaving her penniless.

The church members had been very supportive at first. They too, didn’t believe that her husband had embezzled all those funds from the church. But as the evidence mounted and the size of the missing funds became clear, the members started to turn on their jailed pastor.

Jane’s phone had quit ringing with the supportive calls from the ladies of the church and the church office now referred all calls from the news media to her home phone number. The news cameras no longer hung out in front of the house all day, as they had in the first couple of weeks, they had moved on to the next big story. The throng of TV reporters, trucks and satellite dishes had been replaced by the snide notes left in the mailbox and the bricks that had been thrown through the windows on the front of the house.

Jane was glad, at least, that the twins were away at college and didn’t have to experience being ostracized by their friends. The boys were hundreds of miles away in Phoenix, attending college. She was also glad now that the boys and her husband had decided for them to switch schools and transfer from the local junior college.

Jane didn’t understand why they had made the sudden move, but that was something between them and their dad who made all of the decisions in the household, and it certainly seemed to have turned out for the best, in retrospect. Originally, she didn’t like the idea of them being that far away from home. Unlike their father, they were a bit on the wild side, free spirits, she liked to call them.

But what was she going to do now? Her husband Martin had always made all the decisions. He was 20 Years older than her and he had always handled all their affairs. How long would she be able to stay in the house before she was evicted? Where would she find a job? How could she afford to keep the boys in college? Their attorney had told her that the case probably wouldn’t go to trial for at least another six months, or longer. And because he was considered a flight risk, given the amount of the missing funds, they couldn’t afford to make bail.

Jane finally decided to call their attorney, Richard Saunders, and get his advice. She really didn’t want to call him, because he made her feel uncomfortable. He always looked like we was mentally undressing her and it really unsettled her since she was naturally very shy and wary of other men.

Her mind began to drift. She didn’t know much about men, she thought. Her parents had pushed her into marrying Martin when she was just barely sixteen. They were devout churchgoers and they thought the new, assistant pastor at their church would be an excellent match.

Within months of getting married Martin got his own church just sixty miles away, and the house the church provided, and then came the twin boys, just weeks later. It had been a good life, until she lost her daughter. Following the miscarriage Jane was left sterile and her life had become the same.

After that, there was a void that had never quite been filled. She put up a good front, but she had felt trapped for years, and now she might end up out on the street, completely destitute. The thought filled her with anxiety.

Thank God, she thought to herself, that her parents were no longer here to see this. The thought of them brought her back to reality and the task at hand.

Jane picked up the phone and dialed Richard’s office in LA. He should still be there, she thought, he wouldn’t be making the commute back to the Antelope Valley for at least another hour.

“Dixon, Murphy and Saunders,” the receptionist responded, “How may I assist you?”

“This is Jane Fields. I am calling for Mr. Saunders.”

“Just a moment Ms. Fields, let me see if Mr. Saunders is available.”

Strains of new age music filled the void as the receptionist put Jane on hold.

“Jane, this is Richard. What can I do for you? Is everything all right?” Richard paused to think and then said, “Forgive me that was a stupid question under the circumstances. Please, what can I do for you? If you are calling about Martin, we won’t have any further word until the next hearing in a couple of weeks.”

Jane thought, perhaps, that Richard may already know what she was calling about, since he was a member of the church board, as well as their attorney, but then, maybe the rest of the board had acted without him knowing, since he was representing Martin as well.

“The church sent us a registered letter this morning and they are evicting us from the house and taking away Martin’s and my salaries. What am I going to do?”

“I suspected something like that when the church called a board meeting without me last night. I’m so sorry,” said Richard soothingly.

“How am I going to support the kids and me without Martin’s salary? How are we going to pay you?”

“Don’t worry about my salary,” said Richard. “Let’s make sure we take care of you and the kids first. Tell you what…I’m just getting ready to leave downtown now. I only have one more client. I’ll stop by on my way home and we can discuss it. I’ll see you in about an hour and a half. Don’t call the church, let me handle that. From now on you need to let me deal with them. There may be litigation and I don’t want you saying the wrong thing accidentally.”

Before Jane could say anything, Richard clicked off. She would have preferred to meet him at his office the following day. She didn’t feel comfortable having him in her home, especially since she was alone. Too late now, she thought. She didn’t have much of a choice and she needed to trust him, since he was the only person to stick by her husband, and now with her, during this nightmare.

Jane decided to shower and change clothes before Richard arrived. She was depressed and hadn’t been out in days and had been wearing the same sweatshirt and sweatpants for two days. She was sure she reeked.

Jane took a long shower and as the warm water washed over her, pulsing into her flesh, she found herself reaching down below her ample bush to touch herself. As the pleasurable feeling started to wash over her, she pulled her finger away quickly. That is nasty, she thought. I have been doing that too much lately. I have to stop.

As Jane stepped from the shower she dried herself in front of the mirror. She wondered what Richard imagined she looked like under her dress when he undressed her with his eyes. Would what he imagined be better than what she was looking at in the mirror? She took stock of herself from head to toe.

The long blonde hair still showed no sign of gray and still possessed its natural curliness. Her body was still lean and athletic and betrayed no sign of childbirth. Her breasts were a bit small for her long and willowy limbs, but gravity had not yet taken its toll. Her face betrayed no signs of her age.

Jane had one of those Scandinavian faces that seemed to defy aging and her freckled flesh radiated good health. She would have looked like a tall Amazon princess, were her overall appearance not so girl next door wholesome. Overall, she thought to herself, not bad.

Then she stopped herself. What was she thinking? She blushed in shame. Her husband was in jail, she was about to lose her house, her kids future was hanging in the balance and she was wondering how a guy who gives her the creeps thinks she looks naked. What had gotten into her? She immediately put the disgusting thoughts out of her mind.

Jane hurried to the bedroom to get dressed. First she donned the not very attractive granny panties and then the sports bra and then finally the drab flowered pastel sundress that completely covered her shoulders and reached down below her knees. She was the very image of the parson’s wife. As she finished putting her sneakers on the doorbell rang.

As Jane opened the door she gasped quietly.

“Is everything OK?” asked Richard with alarm.

Jane blushed, and explained that she thought he would still be dressed in his business suit not a t-shirt and gym shorts and that she didn’t think he would be there so soon. Jane was staring down at the bulge in Richard’s shorts and was noticeably flustered.

Richard laughed and explained that he changed at the office, since he was off to the gym, immediately after he got through meeting with her and that his final client had cancelled at the last minute.

“May I come in?” he asked as he pushed his way through the door, brushing against Jane’s left breast, in an almost massaging motion, as he did so. She jumped backward as though she had just received an electric jolt. She never allowed herself to get close to other men, much less have them touch her breasts. The tingling sensation she felt startled her. What was wrong with her?

Richard sat down at the dining room table and read the letter from the church. When he was through he looked at Jane who sat across from him. She had a forlorn look on her face. There were tears welling up in her eyes that she could barely hold back.

“What am I going to do?” she asked. “I’ve never had to work. I’ve always been married.”

“I’m sure we can work this all out. First I’ll contact the church and see if I can buy you some time. Then I’ll make a couple of inquiries with one of my other clients. Perhaps one of them needs a receptionist or secretarial help. You’ve done a lot of that around the church, so it’s not like you don’t have skills. Let me see what I can come up with.”

Jane’s spirits brightened at Richard’s words as he was getting up to go. Perhaps things would work out. Jane’s momentary sense of relief took hold of her emotions and she began to sob openly.

“Just hang in there. This too shall pass,” said Richard as he stepped toward her and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into a tight bear hug. It happened so quickly, Jane didn’t have time to react. Before she knew it her body was pressed against Richard’s. Jane felt the same tingling sensation as before, only stronger and she felt slightly light-headed as the blood rushed to her head. The tingling intensified and now seemed to be centered between her legs. She pulled away, realizing that the source of all the tingling was the hard pulsating muscle beneath Richard’s gym shorts that was pressed against her flat stomach.

Jane was beet red now and could barely speak as she stepped back. “Thank you so much,” she stammered. “Please don’t let me keep you any longer. I’m sure you want to get to the gym.”

“Absolutely!” said Richard with feigned seriousness. “You know what they say about muscles, don’t you? Use them or lose them.”

Jane blushed, an even deeper shade of red as Richard disappeared down the driveway.

“This is going to be easier than I thought,” Richard smiled to himself as he pulled away.

The Product Ch. 02 by darkdeceptions

Jane was all wound up and had a hard time sleeping that night. She worried about her husband. She worried about herself and her children. What would become of them?

When Jane would start to drift off, she was jarred awake again as her thoughts wandered to the giant appendage that had literally sent shock waves through her body earlier that evening. She had never known that a man’s thing could be that big. Martin’s was nowhere near as large and she had only seen his or felt it on the infrequent occasions when she found herself in the missionary position, tending dutifully to her husband’s needs.

Both she and Martin were naturally shy about their bodies and never allowed one another to see each other naked. Jane couldn’t get her mind off of what she had felt pressed against her. What did it look like, she wondered? She tried to put the wicked thoughts out of her mind but they kept intruding on her consciousness.

After a few hours of fitful sleep Jane awoke much later than normal, about 10 a.m. Jane felt out of sorts since she never slept in that late. The day was half gone, she thought. After breakfast Jane busied herself making lists. She made one list of the possessions they could sell to raise some money, another list of the things they would need to keep wherever they may have to move and a third list of the things they might have to put into storage.

The lists kept Jane busy for a couple of hours. She was hoping she might get a call back from Richard and that he would have talked the church out of evicting them, and if not that, perhaps at least some word on a job. Getting out of the house would be good for her, she thought. She was going stir crazy cooped up in the house all alone with no one to talk to and nothing but her worries.

As the afternoon faded away Jane’s hope that she would hear from Richard began to fade. Finally she worked up the courage to call him at his office, but the receptionist told her that he was out of the office and tied up in a very important meeting with one of his major clients and wouldn’t be available until the following day.

Hopes dashed, Jane decided to fix some dinner and turn in early. She was exhausted after a fitful night.


The sound of the phone jarred her from her sleep and she knocked the receiver to the floor as she fumbled for it in the darkness. Once she pulled the receiver up by the cord and placed it to her ear she heard Richard’s voice on the other end. He sounded excited. “Jane, are you there?”

“Yes, hello” Jane said sleepily. “I…I was asleep.”

“Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to call you right away. I think I have some good news for you.”

“Has the church changed its mind?” Jane asked hopefully.

“No, unfortunately. They were adamant in their position. As a matter of fact, they have retained other counsel and have decided to sue you and Martin for the missing funds. I have had to recuse myself as their attorney for now, but that isn’t why I called.”

“You said you had some good news,” Jane said. She had enough bad news already and some good news would be nice for a change.

“Yes, I just got done meeting with one of my major clients and they are about to roll out a new product. I told them about your situation and they seemed to think they might have a position for you. Given your background, they think you would be a perfect fit for them. They said you have the wholesome appearance they are looking for and that you seemed to be very well spoken.”

“How do they know that?” Jane asked quizzically.

“They saw you on the local TV news a couple of weeks ago when you were talking to the reporters outside your house,” said Richard.

“Oh? And all the negative publicity doesn’t scare them away?” asked Jane.

“No,” said Richard, “They don’t see it as a problem. What is more, this isn’t a low paying entry level receptionist job. They think you have some unique qualities that make you perfect for their project. They are willing to offer you a generous starting salary, plus bonuses if you meet certain performance goals. Even better, they are willing to provide you with housing while you go through training and a signing bonus that should take care of the boys’ tuition and expenses for the next few months, but only if you are willing to move forward quickly.”

“I…I don’t know what to say,” Jane said groggily as she tried to assimilate the information in her slowly awakening, but racing, brain. “It sounds too good to be true.”

“Well it is true, but what is important is that you need to move quickly on this offer before they find someone else…or have second thoughts,” said Richard. “They want to meet with you tomorrow morning. I’ll pick you up at your home at 7 a.m.”

“Yes, I guess, I…I’m sorry this is going so fast. What should I wear? What do I need to bring along? Do I need a resume or anything? Shouldn’t I drive in myself? I wouldn’t want to impose on you.” asked Jane as her mind continued to race.

“Don’t be silly,” said Richard, “besides it is going to be an all-day affair. I can give you a ride home. You won’t need a resume and just wear one of the outfits you wear to church, that should be fine. Make sure you bring your driver’s license and social security card. If you have a passport, bring that too, just to be safe. You’ll have to fill out an application and they are probably going to put you through their normal battery of tests.”

“Tests?” asked Jane quizzically.

“Yes, they are a big company and they put every potential hire through a battery of psychological tests as well as a physical. Don’t worry about it. That’s normal. Besides, I’ll be there to help you with any questions,” Richard reassured.

“Well, OK then. I guess I’ll see you in the morning. Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how appreciative I am.” said Jane earnestly.

“We can talk about that later,” he laughed, “I’ll see you in the morning.”


“Well, she bought the whole thing. You’ll need to make sure you are ready in the morning. I’ll have her here at 9 a.m.,” Richard said to the woman sitting across from him as he hung up the phone.

“I think we need to proceed as quickly as possible. I want to be crossing the finishing line in two weeks. The faster we move, the less time she will have for second thought,” said the woman.

Both he and the woman got up and walked out the door as Richard clicked the light off behind him.


On the way into LA Richard filled Jane in on what was in store for the day. There would be an initial interview with the senior members of the team she would be working with. If all went well, she would then fill out an application, go through a battery of psychological test that might take a couple of hours and then, finally, take a physical.

Once all this preliminary stuff was out of the way, then they would get down to the contract and other agreements. According to Richard there would be an employment contract, as well as what he called the usual non-disclosure agreement. It seemed like a lot, but Jane had never had a real job, so she guessed this was the normal process.

It was just 9 a.m. as they drove through the gates of the complex in the San Fernando Valley. It was an impressive parklike complex with a tall fence surrounding it. It was on the edge of a commercial complex that contained the campuses of many companies, whose names she recognized.

There was no sign on the gate or on the front of the building like the other complexes. It was a very modern looking three story building with trees and lawn surrounding it with the parking in an underground structure.

The guard recognized Richard and opened the gate as they drove in. Richard quickly drove into the underground parking structure and parked his Mercedes in the space with his name on it.

“You have your own space?” Jane asked.

“Yes. I forgot to mention, I am on their board of directors as well as their corporate counsel,” said Richard nonchalantly

The elevator was just steps from Richard’s parking space and they took it directly to the third floor. As they exited the elevator they were greeted by the receptionist who ushered them into the conference room at the end of the hall. Sitting in the conference room were two men and a woman who rose to greet Jane and Richard as they entered the room.

The men were both in their early 40s and dressed casually in brightly colored flowered camp shirts and the woman looked to be in her late 20s or early 30s. She was movie star gorgeous with dark hair wrapped in a bun. Her red outfit was very stylish and professional, although Jane thought the skirt was excessively short. The tight fitting outfit accentuated her sculpted features.

All three greeted Jane warmly. The men shook her hand and the woman nodded to her from the end of the conference table, smiling at her warmly, but taking Jane in with what Jane thought were catlike eyes.

The woman was the first to speak. “My name is Deirdre and this is Tom and Kieran. I am the president of Edge Enterprises. Tom and Kieran are my operations manager and your potential team leaders, respectively. We are here today to assess whether you are the right person to be the face for a new product we are preparing to market in the near future.”

Deirdre continued. “As I think Richard told you, we became aware of you from the many times you appeared on the local news. When Richard asked if we might have a position for you at our meeting yesterday, we decided to extend you an interview. Based upon what we saw on TV, you look like you could be the perfect candidate for our new product. What you need to understand is that the position we envision for you is potentially very high profile and consequently we have to be completely sure that you are the right person for the position before we proceed any further.”

Deirdre paused for a moment to let what she had said sink in. “Do you understand what I have said thus far?”

“Yes, I think so,” replied Jane hesitantly.

“Let me be blunt. What attracted us to you is the wholesome image you conveyed on TV. You appeared to be just the type of person we are looking for to help us market our new product. Are you that type of wholesome individual?”

“Well yes, I think so. I have always tried to be good,” said Jane.

“Good then,” replied Deirdre. “We are going to ask you a battery of very personal questions. So you know in advance, we assume that you will find many of them offensive and highly invasive. There are no right answers or wrong answers, only your answers. It is very important to us that you are actually as you appear. Many media companies have morals clauses in their contracts, as do we. Do you understand?”

“OK,” replied Jane softly. She wasn’t quite sure what this was all about but she really needed a job and this one paid too well to pass up.

“Then let’s proceed. Kieran will be conducting this initial interview, since he will be your team leader. While Kieran is conducting the interview, I will be meeting with Richard to discuss the terms of your contract,” said Deirdre as she rose to leave the conference room. Tom and Richard followed her out the door.

“OK Jane, this is going to take a while, so let’s move over to the couch in the corner of the room where it is a little more comfortable. Would you like a bottle of water or anything?”

“No thank you,” said Jane as she moved to the couch. Kieran sat down next to her at an angle so he was facing her. She sank back into the plush cushions as Kieran sat on the edge, hovering over her, somewhat intimidatingly.

“OK, let’s get started,” said Kieran. “Have you ever had intercourse with anyone other than your husband?

Blushing, Jane replied “No.”

“Have you ever engaged in any type of sexual activity with another man?”

“No,” Jane quickly replied.

“Have you ever engaged in any type of sexual activity with a woman?”

Wide eyed, Jane replied, “NO.”

It was a long list of very personal questions, mostly having to do with sex to which Jane replied no. The long and the short of it was that Jane had never engaged in any sexual activities other than plain vanilla sex and only with her husband. For some of the questions Kieran had to provide an explanation of what he was talking about, with each explanation making Jane blush that much more.

When they were through, Jane was sitting quietly with her eyes downcast, completely humiliated by the questions. Strangely, Jane thought, part of her embarrassment was that all of her answers were no. “Is anyone else really as goody, goody as me?” she thought to herself almost in shame.

“Thank you for your frank responses Jane” said Kieran. “I know this was difficult, but you handled yourself really well. For what it is worth, I think you are a shoe in for this position. I look forward to working with you.” With that, Kieran leaned forward and gave Jane a peck on the cheek and squeezed her thigh as he got up to leave. It happened so quick she didn’t have a chance to react other than to note that the tingling sensation was back.

As Kieran left, he indicated that she should remain in the conference room and someone would come get her in a few minutes.

Jane sat in the conference room waiting for someone to get her and wondering if she hadn’t answered the questions correctly. Had she blown the opportunity that Richard had given her?

After about 30 minutes Tom appeared at the door smiling. “Well Jane, you passed the first part of the interview with flying colors and now it is time to have you complete a formal application. Please fill this out and when you are done drop it off with the receptionist. Please leave your driver’s license, social security card and passport, if you have one, with the receptionist to be copied. I’ll see you a bit later.”

Jane completed the application and dropped it off with the receptionist along with her documents. The receptionist thanked her and escorted her down to the second floor to another small office which was sparsely furnished but contained a desktop computer on the table in the corner.

The receptionist moved the mouse and the screen lit up. She navigated to a website and entered Jane’s name along with a password from a post-it attached to Jane’s application.

“This is a short battery of psychological tests to assess your personality type and to determine your suitability for the position you are applying for. As they probably already told you, there are no right answers or wrong answers, only your answers. Don’t try to guess the right answer, if you do, you will fail,” said the receptionist.

Jane spent the next hour answering the questions. She was thankful that they were not as intrusive as the ones asked previously. They seemed innocuous by comparison. When she was finished, she picked up the phone and called the receptionist as instructed.

A few minutes later a woman opened the door. She appeared to be a nurse judging from her white uniform. “Jane?” she asked as Jane looked up. “Please come with me. We are going to move on to your physical. Mr. Saunders is still working out the details of your contract with the president, so we thought we could get this out of the way.” The nurse talked as they walked down to the end of the corridor and entered what appeared to be an examination room.

“Please disrobe completely and put on this gown. While you are waiting, please fill out this medical history for our records and provide your family physician’s name. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

Jane disrobed and put on the flimsy gown which was open at the back. After 10 minutes or so the doctor arrived along with the nurse. He was a tall stockily built man with large hands and thick fingers. Jane’s hand disappeared in his when he shook it.

“It is nice to meet you Jane. I’m doctor Contreras and I will be conducting your physical. The position you are being considered for may involve foreign travel. I noticed that you do not have a passport. Is that correct?”

“Yes, I’ve never traveled out of the country.”

“That is OK. However, your new job may require foreign travel, so we may as well take care of the immunizations you will need while you are here, for when you apply for a passport.”

With that, the nurse produced a tray of needles from the drawer and began to prepare them. “You may feel a little groggy and out of sorts for a while following the immunizations, but don’t be alarmed. You may even feel a little warm, that’s natural.”

“Now sit on the edge of the table and we can get started.” The doctor went through the normal pokes and prods, examining Jane’s ears, mouth, eyes, etc. As the doctor did so the nurse proceeded with the vaccinations. Finally, he asked the nurse to assist Jane in lying down on the table and getting her feet into the stirrups.

Jane was somewhat surprised that they would be doing a pelvic exam and asked if it was entirely necessary. She indicated that her regular physician is a woman and that she was uncomfortable with the procedure.

The doctor frowned deeply and leaned close to Jane. In a quiet, yet stern voice he told Jane, “This really isn’t a time to be squeamish. This company is looking at making a major investment in you in time and money and I have been told that if you do not cooperate fully, I should ask you to leave. Do we understand each other?”

It was obvious from the doctor’s expression that he was dead serious. Jane replied yes and lay back placing her heels in the stirrups. Jane thought it odd that the nurse was buckling the leather straps that were attached.

Jane looked away and tried to avoid looking as the doctor peered at and prodded her most private parts that even her husband had never seen that closely. Jane was fully flushed with embarrassment now at having her legs in the air with a strange man moving his fingers around her special place.

Because she was looking away, she didn’t notice that the doctor wasn’t wearing surgical gloves. The doctor smiled at her embarrassment and found her blushing almost quaint. As he continued to probe around the entrance to Jane’s vagina he noticed that his fingers were moving freely. She was wet. He also noticed that Jane’s backside was involuntarily lifting from the table and following the movement of his fingers. The doctor looked up at the nurse who was standing behind Jane smiling.

“This is only going to take a little longer. If you could please spread your legs a little wider please, we’ll be through soon.” Jane just wanted this to be over as soon as possible. She was trembling now and was feeling light-headed as the doctor stuck his middle and index finger all the way inside. Jane shuddered as her body betrayed her, willing her to lift her ass off the table to meet his thrusting fingers, with her vagina closing around the doctor’s fingers as he moved them in and out.

“Your vagina appears to be in excellent physical shape my dear. You lubricate very well.” With that, the doctor’s thumb found Jane’s clit and her ass began to move up and down on its own following the movement of the doctor’s fingers and sliding thumb. Jane wanted to reach down and pull his hand away, but she realized that the nurse was holding each of her wrists behind her head.

Jane was frantic now. What kind of exam was this, she thought as she started to get even more light-headed. “What are you do…” Jane tried to get the words out but all that came out now was a deep guttural moan from deep inside her. Jane’s hips were wildly gyrating now. “Oh my God! NO! No I can’t let you…Oh God…Oh…” Jane was now completely lost in her orgasm. All that came out was whimpering and moaning. Jane’s hips and ass continued to move to the steady motion of the doctor’s fingers as her ass now arched high off the table. Jane continued to come again and again until her sweat soaked body had left the paper robe stuck to her, revealing the full outline of her heaving breasts.

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As Dr. Contreras pulled his fingers from Jane’s now wet and compliant pussy he looked up at her and said, “All right my dear. This portion of the exam is concluded. I’m sorry we had to surprise you like that, but there was some concern that you may have been physically incapable of an orgasm, given your limited sexual history. Obviously you are quite capable,” he said smiling. “While the company is looking for someone of your high moral character, it is necessary from their point of view that it is as a result of your virtue, not any abnormal physical condition. I hope you understand.”

Jane was still breathing hard. She had her eyes closed tightly and was trying to pretend that nothing had just happened.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said meekly, “I understand.” Jane’s head was spinning now. It was almost like she was standing behind herself. A neutral observer to what had just happened.

“Good. Now we can move on the final portion of the exam. It will be necessary to take a complete set of x-rays of your body as well as photographs. For this it will be much easier if you are completely naked. Please remove the gown and step over to the wall.”

Jane didn’t understand why any of this was necessary. She had physicals before and they didn’t include this, and certainly not her doctor bringing her to orgasm. “Why is this…” Jane started to say in exasperation but before she could get the words out the doctor was in her face again. “Do you want to leave? If not, do as I say and we can get this over with. I’m a doctor. You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before.”

There was no use. Jane stood and moved to the wall. As she did, the nurse pulled on her gown from behind and it peeled away, leaving her completely naked. Jane stood there with her eyes downcast, humiliated.

“Please hold your head up and open your eyes.” As Jane complied she saw the first flash of light. For the next 15 minutes the doctor snapped off one photograph after another as the nurse held a small ruler next to various features of Jane’s body. The doctor spent a considerable amount of time photographing Jane’s breasts and face. When he was through he thanked Jane for her cooperation and had the nurse take her to the x-ray room.

Just as with the photographs, the x-ray technical spent a lot of time on Jane’s face and breasts. When the x-rays were complete the technician thanked Jane for her time. On the way out the door the twenty-something technician stopped and looked Jane right in the eye. “You shouldn’t be so embarrassed. You have a killer body. You should be proud of it.” With that he smiled and surveyed her body one last time, like a wolf looking at a lamb chop. “By the way, there is a robe hanging over there, if you want it.”

“Where are my clothes?” Jane asked.

“Don’t know. You’ll probably get them back later.” With that the xray technician was gone.

It had been a grueling few hours for Jane. She sat in the x-ray room in the robe waiting for someone to get her and she was starting to feel really woozy and she was feeling warm, just as the doctor said. Her anxiety at having been photographed naked and prodded and brought to orgasm by the doctor seemed to be fading. In fact, she was feeling downright relaxed.


As she sat back in the chair, nearly dozing off, the door opened and it was Kieran. “We are nearly ready for you now. But first let me take you to wardrobe and get you something appropriate to wear. We seem to have misplaced your clothes.”

Kieran had to help Jane down the hallway toward the wardrobe room. “Here, let me help you. Those vaccinations can really do a number on you sometimes.”

As they continued down the hallway, Jane’s robe fell open and her breasts spilled out. She was so groggy she didn’t even notice, but Kieran did. “With a little more work, this can be really something,” he thought to himself.

In the wardrobe room Kieran asked the attendant for something short, with an open back. As he helped Jane into the velvety purple dress it barely covered her crotch area and her buttocks were visible from the back. Jane was oblivious to the fact that she was standing naked in front of Kieran and that he was dressing her and taking liberties with her breasts, pussy and ass as he appraised them with his hands. The two strips of cloth on the dress that had been selected came up the front and tied around the back of her neck and were barely wide enough to cover Jane’s nipples. Jane didn’t even notice as the drugs were taking their full effect.

Kieran led Jane back into the conference room. Deirdre, Richard and Tom were already there. Richard was the first to greet Jane, walking up and giving her a big hug, fondling her breasts briefly. He looked over to Deirdre and asked, “You’re sure she won’t remember anything in the morning, right?”

“Don’t worry, tomorrow all she will remember is what we tell her. That is the beauty of that drug cocktail. If anything, all of this will seem like the memory of a dream.”

Richard and Kieran sat Jane down at one of the chairs and put a pile of papers in front of her. Richard placed a pen in her hand and told her that they had finally agreed to a contract, one that would be very lucrative for her. Then Richard stopped for a moment.

“Shouldn’t we film this? Just to be safe,” said Richard. Deirdre thought about it for a moment and agreed. “Kieran, go get one of the video cameras and something more suitable for our new protégé to wear at her signing ceremony.”

“Let’s get this on video and then we can go on about our more pleasurable business,” said Richard wryly.

Camera and robe in hand, the contract signing was immortalized on video in no time. They had to start and stop a few times and coach Jane what to say, but eventually they had enough on video that they could edit it into a plausible transaction. And more importantly, all the papers were signed.

“OK, now down to business. How long before the drugs wear off,” asked Richard?

“Don’t worry dear, you’ll have plenty of time to play with your new toy,” was Deirdre’s flippant response.

As Deirdre opened the connecting door to the next room she called back to Kieran, “Bring the camera. We may as well see out how much the lens likes her. Who knows, we might even be able to use some of this.”

Deirdre lead Jane into the room by the hand. When they reached the middle of the room Deirdre stopped Jane by firmly putting her hands on her shoulders. As Jane stood there motionless, Deirdre opened Jane’s smock and let it slip to the floor. Jane now stood completely naked before her new employers and they were all eagerly undressing so they could take her for a spin.

Deirdre had the sculpted body of a goddess and she was obviously going to be first in line. Now completely naked, except for her stiletto heels, Deirdre maneuvered Jane back onto the circular bed. Kieran had camera in hand and was filming everything. Deirdre climbed on the bed and immediately sunk her mouth into Jane’s pussy. Jane’s back arched as she responded to the warm tongue that was probing the wet pink folds of flesh between her legs.

Deirdre brought Jane to within an inch of orgasm but then pulled away. She let her tongue glance across the middle of Jane’s chest as it made its way up to her left nipple. Deirdre licked it and then bit it harshly causing Jane to scream softly in an almost disembodied way. Now Deirdre was whispering in Jane’s ear.

“Did you like that Jane? Do you want some more?” Jane nodded yes and Deirdre told her, “OK Jane but you have to be nice to me too. Can you do that? Can you be nice to me too? Answer me Jane. Can you do that? Say yes and we can both feel good.”

“Yes,” said Jane’s softly in an almost disembodied voice. “Yes.”

Deirdre repositioned herself on the bed and as she did, she tucked a throw pillow under Jane’s head to elevate it. Deirdre leaned back, placing her pussy directly over Jane’s mouth. Deirdre reached out with her hand and began to stroke Jane’s pussy with her index finger, letting it slide all over the warm wetness.

“OK Jane now it is your turn. Make love to my pussy like I made love to yours.” Deirdre was now rocking back and forth across Jane’s partially open mouth. Slowly Jane began to lick and suck the musky moistness that filled her mouth and nostrils. It was as though she couldn’t stop herself, as though she didn’t want to.

Deirdre continued to rock back and forth, her strokes becoming longer and more rhythmic. Deirdre’s eyes were closed now and she was squeezing and pinching her own breasts and nipples. She was getting closer and Jane’s head was now rising to meet each movement as Jane dug her hands into Deirdre’s ass to gain deeper access.

Richard was behind Deirdre now and he had two fingers up Jane’s pussy with his thumb stroking her clit. Jane’s ass was moving wildly now as Richard reached underneath her and drove his other thumb deep into Jane’s ass.

As Richard’s thumb disappeared up Jane’s ass it was just too much for her. Now Jane was bucking and sucking as hard as she could and she exploded as she sucked Deirdre even deeper into her mouth, licking feverishly.

Deirdre came at the same time with both their asses thrashing feverishly trying to absorb every last second of pleasure.

Deirdre rose from the bed and turned to Richard. “Well, I think the girl has some talent. With a little fine tuning, I think this is going to work out nicely.”

“Bad news boys,” continued Deirdre, “We don’t want our precious new investment waking up tomorrow with a sore pussy, so no fucking tonight for her. Your magnificent dicks are going to have to wait to be fed. Richard, if you want some of this, then you can give her a short course in proper blow job technique. I doubt this flower has ever had a dick near her face, much less down her throat.”

Richard didn’t need any further encouragement, rolling Jane over on her stomach and lifting her to the edge of the bed.

“OK Janey, now do what your daddy tells you and get up on your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. Come on now Jane, up on the end of the bed.” Jane slowly crouched up on her hands and knees, moving toward the edge of the bed, as though in a trance. As she moved her breasts flopped back and forth. As Richard saw them sway he couldn’t help think to himself how much better they were going to look, in a matter of a few days, but back to the task at hand.

Richard grabbed Jane’s hair firmly and positioned his now throbbing penis at her mouth. Jane looked up, dazed, not knowing what to do. “Open your mouth Jane. Lick it like a lollypop, just like you licked Deirdre.” As Jane opened her mouth, Richard quickly inserted his penis briefly and then let Jane lick and suck the engorged orb. Finally, Richard shoved his cock fully in Jane’s mouth and Jane began to gag slightly but was able to breathe through her nose.

Richard grabbed the sides of Jane’s head with both hands now and began the slow process of working his penis deeper into Jane’s mouth. He was making good progress. He could feel her tonsils tickling the head of his sensitive orb. Jane seemed accustomed to his cock now, so with a fluid movement Richard arched his back and drove his penis down Jane’s throat. Jane struggled, her body jerking violently and she tried to pull away as she had difficulty breathing. She was whimpering as Richard’s stiff enormous cock was driven further down her throat. But as Richard’s strokes became more regular she was able to adjust her breathing and he was soon in to the hilt.

Deirdre sat there amazed as she operated the camera and went in for several close ups. Richard hadn’t noticed but both Tom and Kieran had turned their attention to Deirdre. She must have felt sorry for them, although knowing Deirdre; it was more likely she felt in the need for some additional attention herself. Tom was hammering Deirdre’s pussy from behind and Deirdre was giving Kieran a blow job, off and on as they traded duties operating the camera.

Richard loved watching Deirdre fuck and the sight of Tom’s huge member up her shaved pussy was just enough to drive him over the edge. Grabbing Jane’s head more tightly in both his hands he drove his penis harder and farther down Jane’s throat. Jane was whimpering loudly now. She could barely breathe. With one final thrust Richard could feel his cum exploding into the back of Jane’s throat. Jane’s chest was really heaving now as she tried to breathe and with one last thrust Richard pulled out.

Jane immediately began to hack and cough as the needed oxygen mixed with the cum that filled her throat. She had swallowed most of it, but a little was dribbling down the corner of her mouth.

“She did well for a first timer,” said Deirdre as she wiped the cum from the side of Jane’s mouth with her index finger. Deirdre quickly licked her finger clean and winked at Richard.

“OK, that’s a wrap, boys. We need to give the girl some rest. The drugs are going to start wearing off soon and she needs to be fresh in the morning. I don’t want her remembering any of this, at least not yet.”

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As Jane awoke, she didn’t recognize any of her surroundings. The room was warm and she only had a light silk sheet covering her. Suddenly she realized she was naked as she looked up at the large mirror on the ceiling above the bed. She never slept in the nude. Where was she? The sun was filtering in through the window on the opposite side of the room with the light bouncing off the full length mirrors that filled the wall closest to the bed. She could see that it was a very well appointed bedroom, with expensive furniture. It looked like a very luxurious hotel room.

Jane got up unsteadily and made her way to the window. She immediately recognized the park like setting and the buildings beyond the fence. She was still at the Edge building. What had happened? She couldn’t remember anything beyond the beginning of her physical exam. She faintly remembered that she felt uneasy about the exam. She couldn’t quite remember why, but she thought that the doctor had done something inappropriate that made her uncomfortable, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

She sort of remembered meeting with Richard, Deirdre and the other two men again later, but the memory was hazy.

The door opened and Deirdre stepped in quickly shutting the door behind her.

“Good morning. Are you feeling better? We were a little worried about you last night.”

“I…I guess I’m OK,” said Jane slowly as she walked back toward the bed. Jane was wobbly on her feet and Deirdre caught her, assisting her to the bed. “What happened?” said Jane. “I don’t remember anything. Why am I still here?”

“You had a bad reaction to the vaccinations. We had just gotten through with signing the contract and the other agreements and you fainted just as we were about to go out to dinner and celebrate. Under the circumstances, we decided to let you stay here for the night. After all, this is going to be your new home for a while as you go through orientation and training.”

“But my things…I need to get some clothes and other things from home…” said Jane as Deirdre cut in.

“Don’t worry about that. With your new job, we will be providing you with a whole new wardrobe and I think you will find that the bathroom is more than well supplied with what you will need. It is just as well you stayed the night, because we are going to have a long day today. Now that you are aboard, we have decided to push the rollout date of our new product forward. So, things are going to be moving quickly from now on.”

Deirdre stroked Jane’s back and Jane shuddered as she remembered she was naked. She immediately squeezed her legs together and cupped her breasts with her hands. Deirdre smiled. You couldn’t fake that sort of innocence for a camera. It would pay dividends.

“OK, we have a long day. Let’s get you some breakfast. Why don’t you shower and I’ll have some breakfast brought up to you in, let’s say, half an hour. If you want a robe there is one in the closet as well as some other clothes to get you started.”

Jane waited for Deirdre to leave, but she wasn’t moving. Jane finally got up and walked to the closet, knowing Deirdre was taking in her every movement. Deirdre watched Jane put on the robe as she strode toward the door. “Breakfast is in half an hour!”

Once alone, Jane made her way to the bathroom. There was a large open shower at one end of the bathroom with floor to ceiling mirrors on the opposite wall. Jane removed the robe and as she did so she wondered why anyone would wear something like that. It was virtually transparent and didn’t hide anything.

Jane started the water and stepped into the shower. The hot water felt good as it pulsed into her head and neck and cascaded down her body, leaving her with a warm feeling all over. Jane began to relax. She thought back to the last couple of days. So much had happened. Events had moved so quickly.

As her body warmed to the pulsing hot water her thoughts were drawn to the strange dreams she had the night before. She had never had dreams like that, surrounded by naked men and women, doing the kind of things that they had asked her questions about in the interview yesterday.

She was soaping herself now and running her hands all over her body. She usually didn’t spend a lot of time touching her own breasts, but it felt so good now. Jane finished soaping her body and removed the shower head from its cradle and began to rinse herself. As she moved the pulsating shower head between her legs she hesitated there. It felt so good.

She always felt guilty about doing herself, as she called it, but she couldn’t help herself this morning. She reached up to the chrome shower pipe overhead to keep from slipping and spread her legs as she let the pulsing warm water find her sweet spot. Eyes closed, Jane arched her back as the water found its mark. Jane fantasized that it was Deirdre’s tongue flicking wildly on her engorged clit. Jane came hard, her body writhing as she struggled to hold on to the chrome pipe overhead.


The three cameras continued to roll as Jane stepped out of the shower, taking in her every move from all angles. The entire production team was in the next room on the other side of the mirrors and this was the first opportunity for all of them to see who they would be working with.

Deirdre began, “So what are your initial thoughts? George, how about you?

“That is one MILF. But I think the long curly blonde hair is just too cute. I think that with her skin tone and freckles, she would look better on camera as a redhead. And there is way too much bush.”

“Kieran?” asked Diedra.

“As we have already discussed, I think the major thing is to give the girl some new breasts that match that luscious body. The camera loves the jiggle and besides, right now they are too small to get one of those enormous cocks we have hired between them.”


“I agree. The tits need to be bigger and red hair would certainly enhance her raw sexuality. It should be shorter too,” said Tom. “All that hair gets in the way during the close ups. I think we need to do something with the eyes as well…and the nose.”

Tom continued, “Contreras ran some computer simulations of her face last night and I think he has captured a look that will work really well for her. He wants to narrow her nose and make it a bit more pixie like and to give her bigger and rounder eyes. In his computer model, it gives her an even more innocent look. Other than that, I think we are there. Now it is just a matter of molding her behavior to our needs.”

“I agree,” said Deirdre. “Let’s get her with Sophie this morning and we can at least get the hair situation taken care of right away. Kieran, get the studio ready. We’ll shoot some stills and a little bit of video later this morning. Let’s start getting her used to the camera. OK, that’s it game time!”


Jane had stepped from the shower and went to the sink on the opposite end of the room. She had a strange taste in her mouth and wanted to brush her teeth. It was a taste she had never had in her mouth before. It tasted salty. It must have been from the vaccinations, she decided.

As Jane brushed her teeth she wondered why she had fantasized about Deirdre as she did herself. That wasn’t like her, she wasn’t that way. Then again, Jane thought to herself, her usual fantasies were no less disturbing…or sinful, for that matter. As she finished brushing her teeth she gargled and noticed that her throat was a little sore. Maybe she was coming down with something.

As Jane returned to the bedroom she noticed that Deirdre was already there with a breakfast cart. “Here is your breakfast. I hope fruit and granola is OK. There is some yogurt as well. I wasn’t sure if you drank coffee so there is orange juice as well.”

“Oh, thank you. That is great.” Jane pulled the sheer robe more tightly against her as she crossed the room. Deirdre noticed and smiled. All that did was reveal her nipples all the more.

As Jane sat on one of the chairs in the corner of the room to begin her breakfast, Deirdre slipped a DVD into the plasma screen mounted on the wall. “I thought you might enjoy watching the grand signing ceremony from last night, since you said you didn’t remember much of it.”

As the DVD played, Deirdre narrated, “Here you are signing our job offer. Congratulations! The next document is the employment contract. The third is our exclusivity agreement and then our non-disclosure agreement. Oh, and that final document was the power of attorney you signed for Richard.”

Deirdre continued, “You are going to be a very busy girl over the next several weeks and Richard has agreed to manage your finances in the interim and make sure your children’s tuition and expenses are taken care of for now. As we discussed last night, Richard will arrange to put all of your personal things from the church’s house in temporary storage for you while you go through orientation and training.”

“I…I don’t remember going over any of this…” Jane began to say as Deirdre interrupted.

“Oh, and here is the champagne toast at the end!” said Deirdre. “It is all right here in the agreements. Here is your copy. I thought you might like to look through it again this morning, now that you are feeling better,” Deirdre said matter-of-factly.

Jane took the folder that Deirdre handed her as Deirdre got up to leave. “Finish your breakfast and go ahead and review the agreements again. If you have any further questions we can discuss it at our morning staff meeting. I’ll have Kieran escort you over in half an hour. You can just wear the robe you have on now to the meeting. You’ll be going right into makeup after the meeting anyway.”

“But you can see everything. All those people are going to be there and…”

Again, Deirdre cut Jane off. “Sweetie we are working in an artistic medium. You are going to have to get over your shyness. Everyone is a professional and there is a lot of nudity or near nudity at times because we are in the business of marketing products that appeal to a sophisticated adult clientele. It is just the nature of the beast. The product you will be involved in is on the edgy side (hence our name) and it is the blushing innocence you bring to the table that is going to make it all work and marketable to our customers. We have done a lot of market research and we are sure you are perfect to be an integral part of the team. That is why we made you such a generous offer.”

“By the way,” said Jane, “you keep talking about the product, but I don’t know what it is yet. Richard never told me.”

“The product is currently under development and for purposes of security; everything related to the product is being kept secret to all but a few key people right now. When the time is right you will be filled in completely,” said Deirdre as she smiled at her double entendre.

Jane finished her breakfast and opened the folder containing the agreements. She couldn’t follow most of it, it was in legalese, but it looked like the financial terms that Richard had negotiated were what he said and she wouldn’t have to worry about the boys for now. It also looked like she was under exclusive contract to Edge Enterprises and she could make a lot of extra money if she met their performance standards, which were to be determined later.

The only thing that bothered her was the termination clauses. Apparently if she failed to follow company guidelines and meet performance standards she could be terminated at any time and would be responsible for repaying the substantial advance that had been given to her and could be held responsible for any damages or lost revenue the company incurred.

Oh well, she thought, It was too late now. She had signed the contracts and anyway, she was sure everything would be OK, since Richard had reviewed them. He had said this was all just standard stuff anyway.


When Kieran knocked on the door Jane was jolted back into the present. She wasn’t real happy about having to parade into the staff meeting almost naked, but it looked like she really didn’t have a choice. The contract seemed pretty clear and she guessed it was finally time for her to get over her prudishness anyway.

As they walked down the hallway several people passed by them and no one really seemed to notice she was almost naked, much to Jane’s relief. In fact, several of them, including the men were also in various states of undress.

“They are on their way to makeup and then to one of the sound stages downstairs. I’m not sure if they are shooting video or stills today. They are involved with one of our most successful product lines that include perfumes, colognes, bath products and other items. The line has been one of our top money-maker for five years now,” said Kieran.

Kieran opened the door for Jane and as she entered the room all eyes turned to her. She felt completely naked and turned a bright shade of red.

Deirdre smiled. She was enjoying this. “Jane, let me introduce you to the rest of your team. Please, Kieran, introduce Jane to everyone. Kieran took Jane’s arm and led her around the table. As he did, she couldn’t avoid eye contact and as she shook their hands each of them got a really good look at all of her assets. Everyone who was on the other side of the mirror this morning was there, plus a young woman named Sophie and five other men.

Two of them looked like magazine models or Chippendale dancers and the other two had a rougher appearance, dressed in Levis and white wife beaters with an Edge logo on the front. The final man, standing next to Deirdre, was well dressed and had a professional air about him.

Sophie was in her early twenties and had bleached blonde hair with black and purple streaks in it. Her hair was medium length and she wore a leather vest from which her ample breasts spilled out. She also wore leather pants that barely covered her crotch or crack. Surprisingly she had no tattoos on her milky white flesh. With the studded leather collar and large golden bead on the end of her tongue, the persona was pure goth.

“Let’s get started,” said Deirdre. “We have a busy day ahead of us. Now that you have all had the chance to meet Jane, I am sure you will all agree she is a welcome new member to our team.” With that there was a round of applause as Jane sunk into her chair blushing, looking up only briefly to acknowledge the applause.

Deirdre continued, “After reviewing the results of the various tests yesterday, we have decided we can proceed with this project immediately and have moved the release date forward. But first let me review some of the key findings. First, and Jane this shouldn’t be a big deal for you, we have decided that you need a change of hair color. Our market research indicated that our target market responds more favorably to red hair and this is something we can take care of easily this morning. Sophie, that’s you.”

“Next, Jane as the face of our new product, you are going to be spending a lot of time in front of the camera. While there is still a lot of work to be done, it is never too early to get you used to the camera and working with your team. You already know Kieran, who will be your director and Dave and Phil will be your cameramen. George is our cinematographer and lead photographer; he will be assisting Kieran in setting up shots and scenes and will be operating the main camera during video shoots. Todd and Paul are two of the models who will be working with you in our photo shoots and video productions.”

“One final piece of business, the van will be leaving this evening at 7 p.m., so please don’t be late. Our flight takes off from Burbank at 8 p.m. and the flight will arrive at our destination around 11 p.m. Dr. Contreras is already there and we will joining him. The weather is warm, so bring appropriate clothing.” With that, Deirdre rose to signal that the meeting was over.

“Sophie, take Jane down to your studio and let’s see how she looks as a redhead at this afternoon’s photo shoot.”

With that, Deirdre was out the door, with the rest of the team following. Jane waited for everyone else to leave before she got up. Only she and Sophie remained in the room. Jane wanted to ask Deirdre what the trip was all about and if she would be expected to go on it. She guessed she could ask Deirdre later.

“You are so beautiful. I’m really going to enjoy working with you,” said Sophie warmly. “Come on let’s get started. Just follow me.”

As they went down the hallway it was empty, much to Jane’s relief. Jane and Sophie took the elevator down to the first floor and went through two large doors at the end of the entrance corridor. On either side there were sound stages and although they were sound proof, Jane could see the flash of strobes coming from the small windows in two of them. When they got to the end of the corridor, Sophie opened a door to a small room on the right. As they walked in Jane could see that it was outfitted with sinks and hair dryers and other styling equipment.

“First of all, I’m going to need to cut your hair and after we have done that we can color it. I think Deirdre forgot to mention that at the meeting, but long hair is often distracting and gets in the way when you are working with cameras. Take a look at the artist’s rendering on the table. This is the look that Deirdre has asked me to go for. Jane looked at the computer image and actually found it very attractive. The hair color would look good with her freckled skin, she thought.

“What do you think?” asked Sophie.

“The shade of red should look good on me. Of course, anything would look good on someone who looks like that,” said Jane. Jane was taken by the slender nose and large round eyes. If only she could look like that, instead of the plain Jane preacher’s wife from Lancaster, she thought.

Sophie smiled and began to draw water into the sink. “You’d better take off the robe. You don’t want to get hair coloring all over it,” said Sophie.

At this point Jane figured it was pointless trying to maintain her modesty. She sat in the chair as Sophie reclined it into position. The warm water felt good on Jane’s scalp and the gentle massaging of Sophie’s fingers as she rubbed the shampoo into Jane’s scalp was both relaxing and stimulating.

Once Jane’s hair was washed Sophie sat the chair upright and dried it a bit with a towel. As she did, Sophie kept drawing Jane’s face between her almost bare tits. It made Jane somewhat uncomfortable, but Sophie didn’t seem to give it a second thought.

Then Sophie cut Jane’s hair to the length shown in the computer image. As she finished, Sophie reclined the chair again. Jane assumed it was time for the hair coloring, but Sophie reached to the side of the chair and clicked two metal bars into place with stirrups and leather straps on the end.

“What’s that?” asked Jane in alarm.

“If you are going to do the drapes, you got to do the carpet. Right?” said Sophie is a joking sort of way.

“What do you mean?”

Sophie realized that Jane not only didn’t get the joke but didn’t understand what was next. “I need to trim your pubic hair before I color them both.”

Jane was stunned. “Buy why.”

“Like I said, the drapes need to match the carpet.”

“But why do I have to…”

“Look!” said Sophie in exasperation. “You are going to be taking a lot of photos and videos and sometimes the clothing you will be wearing will be revealing. We are not in the business of selling laundry soap. Look, just think of this as a bikini wax.”

“But I’ve never had a bikini wax, much less worn a bikini,” complained Jane.

“I don’t know what to tell you, but this is all part of the deal. Do you want me to give Deirdre a call?”

Jane thought about it a moment. “No, let’s get this over with.”

Sophie lifted Jane’s legs up into the stirrups which had been spread wide. “Here, let me strap you in. I don’t want one of your legs slipping out and for me to cut you with the razor accidentally. Deirdre would have my ass.”

Jane felt really vulnerable now, but at least it was a woman and not a man this time. Sophie worked quickly, lathering Jane’s pubic hair and trimmed it until it was just a small patch between Jane’s legs. Once she was done with that, the bikini wax was next. At this point Jane just didn’t fight it. When the waxing was through Sophie applied some lotion to the swollen area and rubbed it in. Jane could feel Sophie’s fingers glancing over her private place. It felt good thought Jane, much to her embarrassment. Unconsciously she spread her legs wider.

Sophie noticed the movement and looked up into Jane’s eyes. They appeared frightened, but full of anticipation. Sophie continued to rub the lotion around Jane’s pussy with a little more pressure and Jane’s ass rose to meet her massaging fingers.

Sophie looked up into Jane’s lustful eyes now and they locked on each other. Jane’s body was trembling with desire now. “I know what you want,” said Sophie softly. “Let me take care of you. I can make you feel soo good,” Sophie said warmly.

Jane couldn’t speak. Her entire upbringing was telling her to scream stop, but her body desperately needed release. She looked Sophie intently in the eyes for a moment, breathing heavily and then just laid back, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side. As she did so her ass lifted off the leather seat to meet the onslaught of Sophie’s hot tongue. It was just too much.

Once the cold metal stud on Sophie’s tongue made contact with Jane’s clit it was all over. Sophie now had Jane’s ass gripped tightly in both her hands, as Sophie’s expert tongue brought Jane to one orgasm after another.

Spent, Jane lay motionless in the chair, breasts heaving, as Sophie prepared the hair coloring. Sophie looked up in the mirror and winked. She assumed that everyone was there and they had gotten it all on video.

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As Sophie finished blow drying Jane’s newly colored hair, Jane finally broke the ongoing silence. Sophie had thought it best to wait for Jane to say something herself after she had resolved their tryst in her own mind. “Sophie, I…I have never done anything like that. I just feel so ashamed. I am so sorry.”

“Sorry? You mean you didn’t like it” asked Sophie disappointedly.

“No…I mean yes…Oh I don’t know what I mean. Things have just been going so fast the last couple of days. I just mean I have never done anything like that before and it frightens me.” Looking deep into Sophie’s eyes now, “but mostly because I did enjoy it,” said Jane as a tear formed in her eye as a smile formed at the same time. Jane continued looking into Sophie’s eyes for understanding.

Sophie smiled back. “Look Jane, as far as I can see, you have been leading a pretty sheltered life, not that there is anything wrong with that, but there is so much more to life. And if you want, it looks like you will have the opportunity to experience as much of it as you want.”

With that Sophie leaned over and gave Jane a kiss full on the lips. Their eyes met again and Jane’s lips parted. Sophie kissed her full on this time, letting her tongue explore the inside of Jane’s mouth and Jane hers. Jane reached up grabbing Sophie’s exposed breasts in each of her hands giving them a soft squeeze. “What was happening to her?” Jane thought.

“Well ladies, it is good to see you’ve gotten to know one another.” It was Kieran. He apparently opened the door and came in without Jane noticing him. How long had he been there, Jane wondered.

“They are all set for the photoshoot, so come along now Jane. Everyone wants to see the new redhead, said Kieran as he led the way. Jane clutched her flimsy robe and followed quickly.

Kieran ushered Jane into the sound stage two doors down and it was brightly lit with klieg lights as well as other photo lighting equipment. Both cameramen and George the cinematographer were there as well as the rest of the team. Sophie followed behind.

As always, Deirdre spoke first. “OK we are just going to do some general photography today to get Jane used to the camera and the process. We’ll take it as slow as we can for you Jane because you are new to this, but normally we operate at a pretty quick pace. Time is money.”

“Kieran, what is the first set?”

“Let’s use the divan over here. Sophie, can you comb out Jane’s hair a bit more and get her in the pink teddy. Come on now. Chop. Chop. We don’t have all day.” Kieran was different now. He was obviously used to barking out orders on the set and being obeyed. He appeared to be in his element.

As the cameramen setup around the divan Sophie started to untie Jane’s robe. Jane began to reach up to stop her, but Sophie whisked her hand away giving her a look.

“OK is the lighting set?” said Kieran.

“Yes” replied one of the cameramen.

“OK then Sophie, touch up Jane’s makeup and add a little gloss to her nipples. Make sure they match her lips.” As Jane stood there stark naked everyone watched as Sophie applied the makeup and then pulled the teddy into place.

“Sophie! The panties! You forgot the panties. No not those, the crotch less ones, that’s right. Come on people, let’s stay on task,” Kieran barked.

“OK,” Kieran said. “Now we are ready. Jane, this is new to you so let me explain what we are doing. We are simulating a photo shoot for one of our many products. At this point it doesn’t matter which one because the product we have chosen for you is entirely different and will assist us in broadening our market in an entirely new direction. The tie-ins and distribution channels are endless. For now we are going to use this.”

Kieran handed Jane a sealed plastic package that contained a gold colored plastic object that looked a lot like a penis. The label proclaimed that it was a lady’s best friend.

It was finally sinking in, this company sold adult toys and God knows what else. Jane got up and started to leave.

“Where are you going?” shouted Deirdre.

“I’m leaving. I didn’t sign up for this. You want me to sell this kind of stuff? What will my kids think if they see me selling this stuff? What will the people at the church think? I can’t believe I was so naïve, especially after all those lurid questions!”

“Settle down Jane,” shouted Deirdre as she walked up and stood very close to Jane, invading her personal space. “No one is going to recognize you. Here, look in the mirror. You have red hair, it is cut short. With the makeup, you look like someone entirely different. Besides…do you really think anyone at the church cares now? And why should you. Get a grip on yourself and don’t blow this opportunity. Get back over there and do exactly what Kieran tells you …NOW!”

Jane shuddered as she was being yelled at, but as Jane looked in the mirror she realized that Deirdre was right. She did look different. Much as she might hate to admit it, better she thought. Besides, the boys would never see these products. Not if she had anything to do with it. And the money, how could she turn down the money. She would never be able to find a job that paid this well on her own. And she didn’t want to embarrass Richard after he had gone to so much trouble on her behalf.

Emergency over, Jane moved back to the divan.

“OK are we really ready now?” said Kieran with a noticeable tinge of annoyance in his voice.

Kieran was barking orders rapidly now. “Jane…down on the divan. Open the teddy so it is just covering your nipples. Now please! OK, spread your legs apart slightly and bring your left knee up toward you. That is good. Spread your legs a bit more. Good. Sophie, the panties have bunched up at the bottom. Please spread them so I can see a little pink. Good. Good. Now hand her the product. Jane, hold it down near the top of your panties. Keep your arms wide so you don’t block the view of your breasts. Perfect.”

With that the cameras began to snap over and over again. The two cameramen shot Jane from every possible angle as George continued to videotape the entire scene. Jane’s head was spinning. This was all going way too fast. She was ambivalent about all of this, but what could she do. Make the best of it, she guessed.

Kieran looked to the side to view the images that were starting to appear on the rack of monitors next to them. They had been black earlier and Jane hadn’t paid them any notice. Now they were filled with the downloaded images from the cameras with shots of Jane from every angle and depth. There were face shots, shots of her reclining on the divan and close ups, a lot of close ups.

Jane was looking at the screens now and she could see her erect nipples peeking through the teddies in some. Others were virtually macro shots of her pussy. Jane could see the gleaming moist pink flesh below the patch of scarlet red hair. Jane was both appalled and excited. Was this really her? Was she really doing this?

As Kieran viewed the images on the screen he knew they had struck gold. The shy, embarrassed, almost guilty look on Jane’s face was going to sell itself. Innocent and vulnerable, that was what was going to sell. At least as long as it lasts.

“OK, next set,” yelled Kieran. “Guys, can one of you break that thing out of the plastic wrapper for Jane and load the batteries?”

One of the Chippendale boys, as she thought of them, stepped forward and began opening the package. Jane thought she remembered his name as Todd. As he handed her the device he asked her if she knew how to use it.

“No,” she replied in embarrassment. “How does it work?” Todd showed her where the switch was on the bottom and told her that for this session, they probably wouldn’t want her to turn it on. He showed her how to control the speed.

“Sophie,” it was Kieran again barking orders rapidly. “Get Jane setup again. This time I want the teddy completely off her breasts and knead her nipples a bit. They need to be more erect. That’s right. Good. Now readjust the panties. Jane, get your legs back in the proper position again so Sophie can get you ready. OK, knead her breasts one last time to get them nice and perky. Great. Jane take the vibrator and hold it up to your cheek. Caress it with your left hand and look right into the cameras. Shoot.”

The camera flashes began to explode all around Jane almost blinding her. As they snapped Kieran continue to bark orders. “OK, now hold it up to your mouth and kiss the end of it. Good. Now stick your tongue out and lick it. Great. Now bring it down to your breasts and use it to circle your nipples. Fantastic! You’re doing great Jane. Now bring it down to where it belongs and stroke yourself with it.”

Jane hesitated for a moment.

“Now! Jane now! Rub the damn thing on your pussy. That’s what it is for,” snapped Kieran.

Although she found it humiliating, Jane complied. She was so embarrassed she closed her eyes and looked away. As she continued to rub herself, her hands began to tremble and she accidentally switched the vibrator on. She didn’t want to stop and get Kieran mad at her again so she continued to stroke the outside of her pussy with the now vibrating tool.

As she moved the golden vibrator back and forth she unconsciously opened her legs a bit further and the vibrator began to sink into the furrows of her soft pink flesh. She could hear the constant click of the cameras all around her and could sense the flash of the strobes through her tightly closed eyes.

Kieran wasn’t barking orders any more. It was only her and the click of the camera shutters and the faint hum of the vibrator. Jane’s hips were rocking back and forth now and she had repositioned her legs wide apart. From the new position she was able to lift her ass in the air to meet the vibrator on its arc. She knew everyone was watching now, but she didn’t care, if anything it just excited her more. Jane’s lust was consuming her. She needed another orgasm. Jane’s animal lust had hold of her. All Jane cared about now was satisfying her animal needs.

Jane didn’t notice when Kieran motioned the Chippendale boys forward. She barely noticed when someone began to suck her left breast and then her right. She looked down through half opened crazed eyes to see Todd and Paul sucking her entire breasts into their mouths. She could feel someone’s hair tickling her inner thigh as Sophie’s mouth joined the vibrator at her pussy. Sophie used her lips to press the vibrator deeper into Jane’s now swollen pussy.

Jane surrendered the vibrator to Sophie as she drove it deep into Jane’s slippery hole. When Sophie had it into its hilt she found Jane’s clit and sunk her studded tongue home. The vibrator accentuated the feeling of the cold metal stud on Jane’s clit and now she was in a whole new world. Jane wasn’t thinking anymore. She was just an animal completely consumed with lust. She didn’t want to think, only to feel and fill her needs.

As Sophie moved away from her cunt and pulled the pleasurable toy away, Jane could feel herself being lifted in the air. Todd and Paul were on either side of her now, lifting her off the divan. As they held her up in the air, Sophie peeled away the teddy and quickly pulled the panties off.

Todd slipped onto the divan below Jane and slowly he and Paul placed her directly on Todd’s chest. Through half open eyes Jane could tell that both men were naked now and their cocks were firmly erect.

Jane couldn’t wait to have one of them inside of her. Jane wanted them, needed them. Reaching down, Jane firmly grabbed Todd’s throbbing prick and guided it toward her hole. God how she wanted it!

Once it was in, Jane lowered herself onto the pulsing cock and began to rock back and forth. Paul was at the head of the divan now and he was holding Jane by either side of her head. When she opened her eyes she could see the head of his huge penis directly in front of her face, precum dripping from it.

Paul moved his penis back and forth across Jane’s lips to make sure she understood what he wanted. Jane looked up with a dazed expression and opened her mouth as Paul guided his throbbing cock to the back of her mouth. She had never sucked a cock before, she thought, but she seemed to know what to do. It occurred to her that was strange, but the thought was completely lost as Paul began his quest for the bottom of her throat.

Jane was whining softly now as she struggled to breathe as Paul continued to thrust in and out of her mouth. On the other end, Jane’s pussy was absolutely on fire. Todd’s penis was massively larger than her husband Martin’s. It was thick and long. However big it was, it was deep inside Jane and she was taking every inch of it.

Jane could feel Sophie’s fingers massaging her clit and Todd’s balls at the same time. As Sophie moved in closer she could feel Sophie’s tongue as it licked Todd’s cock as it slid in and out of her hole. Occasionally, Sophie’s stud would find the edge of Jane’s cunt, next to her asshole. Each time she did, Jane’s pussy would squeeze Todd’s cock a little harder.

Jane could feel Sophie’s familiar hands now, grabbing each of her ass cheeks as she spread them wide apart. Before she knew it, Sophie had driven her studded tongue deep into Jane’s virgin ass. Jane finally reached sensory overload…she exploded. Jane’s body began to shake all over. The orgasm was overpowering.

Both Todd and Paul could sense that she was trying to suck their cocks dry from both ends and they accommodated her, cuming hard in both her holes at the same time. As Sophie moved back, Todd and Paul continued to deposit the last few jets of their cum into Jane’s gaping cavities. Jane’s pussy continued to grasp Todd’s cock tightly, not wanting to let it go.

The room was completely silent. The grunts, groans and slurping sounds had been replaced with dead silence. No one wanted to speak.

Paul removed his now flaccid cock from Jane’s mouth and Todd’s softening tool could no longer be held in place by Jane’s slippery cunt. As Paul moved away to wipe himself with a towel, Todd gradually slipped from beneath Jane to get to his feet, rolling Jane over on her back on the divan as he did so.

As Jane lay there still numb from the experience she moved her head to the side and could see herself reflected on the largest of the plasma screens that was connected to George’s video camera. As she watched, he panned in on the cum dripping from her mouth and then her swollen cunt with more cum dripping down her legs and onto the divan and the droplets of cum caught in her red cunt hair.

The camera moved up her body and she could see the mixture of sweat and cum that coated her torso. She could see the outline of the boy’s teeth marks around her breasts. Finally the camera zoomed in on Jane’s face and captured the look of crazed lust that filled her eyes. The camera zoomed in closer on Jane’s eyes and as they looked back at her through the large screen, magnified to many times their size, it frightened her and she was overwhelmed with a desire to run.

The flight instinct had completely grabbed hold of her. She jumped from the divan and ran as fast as she could toward the door. The next thing she knew she was back on the third floor in her room lying face down on the bed, crying uncontrollably, eventually falling into a fitful sleep.

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“I thought you said you were going to take this slow?” said Richard, who had just arrived.

“We were,” said Deirdre, “we had no intention of letting things go this far today. That girl has a lot of pent up sexual angst that is trying to get out. Thank God we captured it all on video.”

“The footage is gold,” said George.

“Where is she now?” interjected Richard.

“She cried herself to sleep upstairs in her room. I thought I would leave her alone for a while. We have a couple of hours before we have to leave for the airport,” said Deirdre.

“Fine, but you need to know what kind of mental state she is in before we leave the complex,” said Richard.

“OK, I’ll take care of it. I think I know exactly how to handle the situation. Jane seems to enjoy the feminine touch,” said Deirdre smiling.

“I’m sure she does,” replied Richard with a lewd smile. “I wouldn’t wait. You may need the whole time and we can’t be late. That private plane is damned expensive per hour. And by the way, make sure the cameras are running. We wouldn’t want to miss any good footage. You still eat the lens better than anyone,” Richard said admiringly, as he looked at Deirdre.


Jane was still fast asleep as Deirdre entered the room. As she approached the bed, Jane stirred slightly and rolled over on her other side. Deirdre sat down on the edge of the bed and began to stroke Jane’s back gently. As she did, Jane awoke and began to sob quietly.

“Are you OK, kitten?” asked Deirdre in her most comforting voice.

“I’m just so ashamed. I was just completely out of control. I never thought I could be such a harlot.”

“Jane, you’re not a harlot,” said Deirdre with a smile, at such an archaic term, “You’re just a woman who has finally discovered that she has needs and you’re taking care of them. You shouldn’t be embarrassed by your sexuality,” said Deidre understandingly. “Although, I might take it a little slower in the future, if I were you. I’ve got to admit, that was really something today. I thought I had seen it all and you really had me going too. It was amazing. The camera loves you.”

Jane moved closer to Deirdre, resting her head on her lap. Deirdre stroked Jane’s hair and allowed her other hand to find Jane’s right breast, stroking her nipple with circular motions with her index finger. “Jane, we can’t afford to have you get out of control again. Do you want me to help you with that?

Jane shook her head yes in Deirdre’s lap.

“Good then,” said Deirdre firmly. Her voice had changed; it was no longer comforting, but demanding. “From now on you must do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

Jane shuddered as she heard the loud crack of Deirdre’s hand and the pain burn into her right ass cheek.

“Do you understand?” Jane shook her head, just as the second blow was administered, this time harder.

“Do you understand? Speak when you are spoken to and the only answer I want to hear is yes!”

“Yes, yes. Please don’t hit me again,” sobbed Jane in confusion.

“Good then, if you do exactly what I say not only will you enjoy our time together, but it will make our work a lot easier. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the immediate reply.

“OK, now get in the shower and clean yourself up.”

As Jane padded off to the shower, Deirdre looked up to the mirror overhead and mouthed the words “are you rolling” as she smiled into the mirror.

“What the hell is she up to?” said Richard from the other side of the full length mirror.”

“I don’t know, but knowing Deirdre, it will be film worthy,” said George.

As Jane was finishing her shower Deirdre opened one of the mirrored panels on the adjacent wall. Hanging inside were whips and crops and various other bondage paraphernalia, including cuffs and other restraints.

“What the hell is she doing? Doesn’t she know we have to be on a plane in an hour?” said Richard with some frustration.

“Deirdre knows what she is doing. Don’t worry about it,” was George’s response.

When Deirdre heard the water shut off she chose a black hood from the shelf inside the hidden compartment and walked toward the bathroom. As she did, she let the dressing gown she was wearing drop to the floor. Deirdre reached the bathroom just as Jane was finishing drying her hair with a towel.

As Jane looked up in the mirror she could see Deirdre in the doorway. Deirdre was wearing a leather thong and bra, with her nipples protruding from the open front. Both leather pieces were studded with sharp stainless steel pikes. Deirdre had let her raven hair down out of the bun and it cascaded over her shoulders. Jane could feel the warmth coming back between her legs. Deirdre looked both wicked and stunningly beautiful.

“Jane you’re keeping me waiting and I don’t like to wait. Get over here and turn around. Quicker! I don’t have all day. Get over here and turn around.” Jane had been confused by Deirdre’s change in behavior, but she didn’t want to screw things up any further. When Jane did as she was told Deirdre finished drying her hair and her back and then her ass.

“Now turn around and face me,” said Deirdre as she finished drying Jane’s shoulders, then her breasts and stomach and finally her pussy. As Deirdre slid the towel between Jane’s legs Jane spread them wider, taking a deep breathe to calm herself. Jane wasn’t going to take any chances, she was determined to control her urges.

“Good girl,” complimented Deirdre. “You’re learning. As a matter of fact, from now on you may only have an orgasm when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

Jane immediately said yes without even thinking. She really didn’t understand why, but she wanted to please Deirdre.

“Good. Now do you know what kind of outfit this is?” asked Deirdre.

“I think I saw one in a magazine once. Isn’t it called a dominators outfit?” replied Jane.

Deirdre smiled at Jane but as she did so her eyes narrowed as she got back into character. “Dominatrix, and who wears a dominatrix’s outfit Jane?”

“Well I don’t know…” before she could get another word out Deirdre had reached over and twisted Jane’s left nipples violently. “Down on your knees, NOW!”

Jane got on her knees immediately even as her shrieks of pain became whimpers.

“This is what the master wears. I am your new master and you will do whatever I tell you from now on. You already agreed to that, didn’t you?” said Deirdre sternly.

“Yes, yes!” cried Jane as Deirdre abused her nipple even more violently.

Jane wanted to cry, but she was in shock at the way Deirdre was treating her. Jane’s eyes were shut tight trying to deal with the pain that was throbbing through her breast. What was happening? Before she could answer herself Deirdre had an answer for her.

Suddenly Jane was in total darkness; the black hood had been pulled over her head and pulled tight around her neck.

“Hold your hands high over your head and don’t lower them unless I tell you to. Now follow me,” demanded Deirdre as she grabbed Jane’s other nipple and led the way into the bedroom.

“Kneel,” barked Deirdre. “You were a very bad girl today and you almost upset all of our plans for you. I’m going to make sure that doesn’t happen again. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the immediate response.

Jane could hear Deirdre just a few feet away and could hear the jingling of what sounded like chains. The next thing Jane felt was the cold metal of handcuffs being applied to her wrists. Jane was shaking now and crying openly. My God, was she going to be killed. She started to lower her hands and suddenly she felt a sharp sting on her right buttock, but it wasn’t Deirdre’s hand. “I said keep your arms up. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” was the replay, followed by another immediate blow to Jane’s right buttock.

“Yes what?” demanded Deirdre.

“I don’t…” Jane’s scream replaced her words as she received another lash.

“Yes what? Who am I?” snarled Deirdre.

“Yes master” Jane whimpered in reply.

“That’s better. From now on the only words I want to hear from you, unless I give you permission to speak, are Yes Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master,” was the immediate response.

“Excellent, you may make a good slave yet.”

Jane could hear Deirdre moving across the room again and could hear the sound of more jingling chains. Now the feel of cold metal was surrounding Jane’s waist.

“You may lower your hands now slave,” said Deirdre finally.

As Jane did so Deirdre locked the handcuffs to the front of the chain around Jane’s waist.

“We are about to leave now and we will be traveling for several hours. During the trip I expect you to do exactly as I say. If you do not, you will be punished very severely. Do you understand?” said Deirdre gravely.

“Yes Master,” said Jane in a low voice.

“Do you have any questions? You may speak.” said Deirdre

“Where are we going?” asked Jane, before she heard and felt the crack!

“You mean where are we going master?” corrected Deirdre.

“Where are we going, Master?” asked Jane haltingly as she tried to deal with the pain of the latest blow.

“Slaves don’t need to know where they are going. But I can tell you we will be there for at least a couple of weeks. It is in the desert and we will be meeting Dr. Contreras there. We will be at a very secluded ranch with nothing for miles around and you will be able to swim and get plenty of sun at the large pool. You should enjoy yourself. You should thank your master for being so kind to you. Do you thank your master?”

“Yes, thank you master.” said Jane meekly.

“Good. Now stand up and we can get ready to go.” commanded Deirdre.

Jane heard the rattling of chains again and felt one being dropped around her neck. Deirdre grasped the leash as she led Jane from the room. Naked except for the hood, Jane cautiously followed behind Deirdre. They rode the elevator down to the first floor and Deirdre lead Jane into the main corridor. It was cold. Jane could feel the cold air wafting across her body. The outer door must be open, she thought. Deirdre yanked the chain lightly and said, “Knell here and do not move until l get back.”

Jane knelt there in complete darkness shivering from the cold air. How long would she have to stay there on the cold floor, she thought.

Deirdre disappeared into the adjacent room. The rest of the team was there waiting for her. They all smiled as she entered. “Just like the old days,” said George. Everyone laughed.

“Don’t get your hopes up boys. I don’t plan on coming out of retirement,” said Deirdre sarcastically.

As Deirdre spoke, she put on the clothing that she had left out on her overnight bag, dressing quickly. As she dressed Richard came over. “At first I was worried, but that was pure genius.”

“It made sense,” said Deirdre, “she has a submissive personality, especially to put up with the zero Martin for all those years. I can’t understand why I didn’t see it sooner. We shouldn’t have any problems with her from now on. As a matter of fact, this actually plays really well into our overall game plan for her. This girl’s libido is off the charts. From now on we need get her close, but not let her have any orgasms. We need to get her as ramped up as possible and not let her have any release. When we get to pay day, it will pay off in spades.” Both Deirdre and Richard laughed at the unintended double entendre.

“OK everyone,” Deirdre said, “Jane is out in the hallway. No one is to talk with her or interact with her. From now on, Jane is my slave. That is not to say that we can’t share her on the way to the desert on the airplane, but you have to ask me first and she needs to hear you asking me. When I give you permission, then you can have your way with her. One more thing, you can fuck her brains out, but no orgasms for her. That’s really important. We want her all amped up when we get to D-Day two weeks from now. We’ve already paid for the satellite time and that is a hard schedule.”

“OK boss” was the group response.

“You mean Master,” said Richard. Everyone laughed.

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As they ambled down the corridor with their bags Deirdre walked ahead and picked up Jane’s leash. “Move slave. It is time to go.”

As they approached the open door it got colder and colder. Jane had goose bumps all over her naked skin. Everyone else was wearing jackets to protect themselves from the cold as they walked out to the waiting vans. Deirdre stepped up into the back door of the first van. Grabbing Jane’s arms, she helped Jane step up into the van without banging her shins on the vehicle’s metal frame. “Sit on the floor slave. The seats are for our guests.”

As Deirdre and Jane sat in the van, the rest of the team finished loading all the equipment and luggage in the panel truck behind them. The cameramen would drive the panel truck and the product team would ride in the van with Deirdre and Jane, with Todd driving.

The van was outfitted with plush seats on both sides. As the team sat down Jane was thankful the doors were finally closed as she sat shivering in the middle of the floor continuing to weep softly as she contemplated her fate. Everyone settled in for the ride to the airport. As they got out onto the freeway Deirdre reminded Todd, “No tickets.”

“No shit,” was Todd’s response, looking back at their chained and hooded naked slave. Todd had no desire to replace Jane’s sweet ass with his own at the county jail.

George was sitting directly across from Deirdre. When they finally made eye contact George gave Deirdre a questioning look and nodded down toward Jane. George never got to participate, since he was always behind a camera. Deirdre smiled back nodding her head yes.

“Slave, turn around,” commanded Deirdre.

Jane shimmied around clanking her chains as she went. Deirdre reached around Jane’s head and opened the Velcro snap located at the mouth of the hood.

“Slave, worship the cock that is about to be generously provided you.”

George’s pants were already down around his ankles and his cock was at full staff. Although it was not impressive by the standards of the other men in the van, George’s prowess was on the other end of the camera.

Even with the flap open, Jane couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t until George grabbed the back of the hood and guided Jane’s mouth to his cock that she could finally see the head, just as he pushed it into her open mouth.

“Don’t embarrass me slave. Do a good job. Suck that cock dry and don’t soil my carpeting. Swallow every drop.”

Jane went to work on George’s cock with a great deal of encouragement from George. He was fucking her face with reckless abandon. It didn’t take long. George never even got as far as exploring Jane’s throat. Jane could feel the pumping cum in George’s cock and she swallowed as quickly as she could, trying to keep up with the sticky paste. Jane swallowed every mouthful as it spurted from George’s cock. Jane sucked the remaining cum from the head of George’s cock and then licked the cum from his shaft and the cum that was dripping from the corner of her mouth. Jane sat back on her haunches, breathing deeply.

“Good work slave. That was an excellent job; with very little training you are proving to be an excellent cock sucker. After a couple of weeks more practice you’ll be ready for the big time.” Deirdre looked around and everyone was laughing quietly.

They were approaching the private airport and then quickly pulled into the hanger. Richard got out of the van first and went over to meet with the pilots. As he kept them occupied Deirdre pulled some sweatpants onto Jane and a hoodie over her top. The group walked toward the airplane ramp, keeping Jane on the opposite side from the pilots’ view. Richard kept the pilots busy until Jane was safely on the plane and sequestered in the rear private compartment.

Like the van, the back compartment had seating all the way around, forming nearly a complete oval. Deirdre led Jane to the middle of the room and told her to sit down on the floor. Jane was a quick learner and she already knew the drill. Jane lurched when she felt the riding crop brush up against her back, but Deirdre was only stroking her. “You have been a very good slave thus far. Until we get in the air, I don’t want to hear a sound from you.”

With that, Deirdre pulled the hoodie from Jane. “Stand up.” Now Deirdre removed the sweat pants. Again, Jane lurched at the touch of the riding crop on her bare bottom this time. Deirdre rubbed it across Jane’s bottom until she found the space between her legs. After removing the sweat pants, Jane was on all fours now. Deirdre stroked Jane’s pussy with the narrow crop as Jane lifted her ass to meet the leather. Deirdre began lightly slapping Jane’s moist pussy with the crop, teasing her with each light blow.

Deirdre could tell that Jane was getting close as Jane’s breathing became heavier. With one loud crack, Jane felt the pain singe her right buttock. “Remember slave, I told you, no orgasms unless I say so. Now get your ass on the floor.”

Jane was beside herself. She had been so close. The truth be told, she had enjoyed being a slave thus far. When she used to masturbate, her fantasies were often about being held hostage and being ravished. Jane sat quietly, excited about what might happen to her next.

The guys had loaded all the equipment in the front of the plane and the entire staff made their way to the rear compartment for the trip to Arizona. Everyone found their seats and strapped in. Deirdre helped Jane from the floor and put her in the seat next to her and strapped her in for takeoff.

As they whisked down the runway and lifted off Jane felt a rush at the unexpected liftoff. Jane wondered if she would be allowed to sit there for the rest of the trip. As they gained altitude and made the turn back toward the east, Jane sat back in the seat and relaxed briefly, lost in her thoughts.

Jane could hear the conversations going on around her. Deirdre was talking to Richard about the video they had already shot and how Jane seemed to be eating the lens. The cameramen were talking techno stuff, although their conversation would occasionally turn to how much they would like a piece of Jane’s ass.

Tom, Kieran and George were discussing the shooting schedule for the next day and strategizing about what they could do on the 4 or 5 days when they would have to go dark. They finally decided they would spend the time in the editing room and work their way through the video and stills they already had. Jane couldn’t understand how the few minutes of video that had been shot in the studio could take so long, but then, she really didn’t know anything about this business.

Jane was relaxed now and when Richard asked Deirdre if Jane liked her new hair styling and color, without thinking Jane blurted out, “Yes I think the color matches my skin really well. I’m really happy with it.”

The next thing Jane knew she had been tugged roughly by the chain around her neck and went sprawling on the floor of the cabin. Jane knew what was next and she didn’t have to wait very long. The crack of the riding crop and the burning sensation were almost simultaneous. Jane screamed loudly. That was the hardest Deirdre had hit her. As Jane got up on all fours she was greeted with another stroke, this time even harder. “I told you slave, not a sound.”

“Do you understand slave? Shake your head, if you understand.” said Deirdre harshly.

Jane shook her head furiously, not wanting any more punishment. Jane thought that she might have to rethink how much fun this was just as the next lash came, and then another. Jane started whimpering with sounds that were barely audible. One lash came after another until Jane collapsed to the floor of the cabin. Jane lay there whimpering for what seemed like hours, even though it was only a few minutes. She was thankful that the lashing was over.

Deirdre grabbed the hood and yanked Jane’s head up to her mouth. “I told you to be a good slave. I guess I was just too lenient with you. I won’t make that mistake again.”

Now Jane could hear Deirdre talking to someone in a low voice at the opposite end of the cabin. She heard the door open and close and then open and close again a few minutes later. Deirdre stood Jane up and moved her over into the corner. She could hear something being rolled out on the floor. She could also hear the murmur on conversation from the opposite corner of the room. As she was trying to make out the conversation Jane suddenly felt a familiar set of hands rubbing oil into her skin.

Sophie rubbed the oil into every inch of Jane’s body to the point where Sophie’s hands just slid from one spot to another. Sophie was leading Jane back to the center of the cabin now, but she no longer felt the carpet under her bare feet. She was on plastic and it made a crunching noise as she walked across it to the center of the cabin.

Jane could feel the handcuffs being released from the chain around her waist. Her hands were being lifted above her head. These were no longer Sophie’s hands, these were larger stronger hands and they were handling her roughly. The handcuffs were reattached above her head and she was left to hang there momentarily. Jane could feel ropes being attached to her ankles and tied tight. The ropes were smooth and were being pulled apart as her legs were spread wide. Jane was almost airborne now.

Jane’s heart was racing now. She had never expected this. This wasn’t part of any of her fantasies. She was shaking now. She couldn’t imagine what was going to happen to her next. She didn’t want to know.

Deirdre was whispering into Jane’s ear now, her voice so soft that Jane had to strain to make out the words, but her tone was menacing. “I told you slave, that disobedience would be dealt with harshly. Now you are going to find out just how harshly. You have no one to blame but yourself for what is about to happen to you.”

Deirdre removed the hood in one motion. Jane’s eyes struggled in the bright lights. There were photographic umbrellas set up all around the edge of the cabin. Jane’s eyes slowly adjusted to the bright lights and she could see the blue tarp beneath her. She could also see that her handcuffs were attached to a chain connected to one of the cargo hooks overhead. As she looked down, she could see that the ropes her ankles were attached to were tied off to similar hooks in the bottom corners of the cabin underneath the seating.

As Jane looked straight forward, she was surprised by what she saw. With the exception of George, who was manning the camera that was shining the brightest of the lights in her face, all the men were wearing black hoods and were completely naked. Like Jane, the men had oiled their bodies and to a man, they all had raging hardons. Most of them were stroking their cocks with their oily hands keeping themselves fully hard.

“You have the biggest cock, I want you on the bottom,” said Deirdre as she grabbed the prodigious cock and ushered him forward. “Trust me Jane, you’ll have a hard time taking it all. I do.”

Deirdre grabbed the next cock. “I want you out in front. And as she grabbed the third cock, “you get to bring up the rear. I know you have been coveting that ass for a very long time.” The rest of you can wait your turns, but let’s keep up the pace, we only have an hour and a half before we have to buckle back in for the landing.”

Deirdre stepped forward one last time and leaned over to whisper again in Jane’s ear, “After this, you’ll never disobey me again.” Deirdre smiled as she looked at Jane’s horror stricken face. Deirdre moved to the side where she would have a front row seat. “Boys, she is all yours.”

Jane’s body was really shaking now. As Tom moved forward he laid down on the tarp underneath Jane’s outstretched legs. Deirdre tossed one of the cameramen the keys to the cuffs and he unlocked Jane’s hands with each of the cameramen grabbing her by one of her wrists tightly, stretching her arms away from her body.

Slowly they lowered Jane toward the massive cock that awaited her as she shook uncontrollably, fearing the massive prick would tear her apart. Tom had really pumped it up with his own hand job. He held it up with his right hand waiting for the cameramen to impale Jane on it. Todd’s had been longer, but Tom’s was massively thick. Jane’s pussy began to quiver as she was lowered toward it.

As she could feel the head of the massive cock penetrating the layers of flesh on the outside of her pussy, she had to look away. There was Deirdre sitting there with an evil smile mouthing the words. “Don’t ever disobey me again.”

By the time Jane’s cunt had swallowed the first two inches of the huge cock she felt like she was being split in half. Each inch brought even greater pain. By the time Tom’s cock was half way in it was just too much and Jane screamed loudly.

Deirdre turned to Kieran, “Get a cock in her mouth before she has the pilots back here.” Kieran grabbed Jane by the hair and forced his cock in her mouth. He wasted no time in working his cock to the back of her mouth and began the pleasurable job of exploring the further reaches of Jane’s throat.

Tom was almost all the way in now and Jane’s ass was quivering uncontrollably from the pain of the massive cock. As Tom was finally in up to the hilt he paused for a moment and then began a piston like motion driving his cock deep into Jane at a rapid rate.

Were it not for Kieran’s cock in Jane’s mouth, her screams of pain could have been heard back in Los Angeles. The more Jane screamed however, the more the vibrations engorged Kieran’s cock as he stroked in and out of her gaping mouth.

“OK, it’s time to man the caboose and get this train really chugging,” said Deirdre now. Jane’s eyes got really wide as she realized what was going to happen to her. Her screams muffled by Kieran’s cock, Jane struggled to free her hands, but the cameramen held them firmly. As Richard stepped up behind Jane she could feel him slapping his cock against her asshole.

Jane was squeezing her ass as tight as she could, but the more she did so, the worse Tom’s cock hurt in her already filled pussy. Richard slapped his cock against Jane’s asshole again. When that didn’t work, he slapped her ass hard repeatedly on both side with each hand.

Out of the corner of her eye Jane could see Deirdre moving in her direction. Sure enough the riding crop cracked against her bare ass. “Loosen up Jane.” Deirdre commanded. Crack. “Loosen it up.” Now two more quick and forceful lashes to Jane’s already inflamed ass. With that she surrendered and Richard quickly began to force his enormous cock up Jane’s asshole.

Jane’s whole body was shaking like a leaf now. Jane’s was now just one raw nerve ending. Jane’s breathing was becoming labored and there was no fight left. The cameramen no longer had to keep Jane’s arms stretch out, her arms had gone limp. Both cameramen wrapped her fingers around their cocks and she was meekly jerking them off. Jane was completely defeated. There was no fight left.

As the three men got close to finishing, each pulled out. Jane collapsed to the tarp and the cameramen released her ankles from the restraints. They rolled Jane over and as they stood over her, continuing to stroke their cocks, they each shot their load in her face as she lay there flailing around on the tarp like a caught fish.

As Tom, Kieran and Richard moved to the bathroom in the back of the cabin to clean themselves and get ready to land, the cameramen, and the Chippendale boys took their place. For the next hour each of them took turns, with each of them taking a trip around the world. By the time the plane was ready to land everyone had cleaned up, the equipment was put away and Jane had been cleaned up by Sophie, since Jane could barely stand on her own now.

Jane had receded into her own world, completely detached from reality. As she sat on her seat, she continued to quiver, whining softly to herself as she rocked back and forth. Deirdre sat down next to her and in a soft voice whispered, “are you going to be a good girl now?”

Jane couldn’t respond but shook her head yes and you could hear her whine “ah huh” repeatedly as she continued to rock back and forth.

“I know you can be a good girl. So tomorrow we can start fresh,” said Deirdre soothingly. “As long as you do exactly as I say you will be treated well. Now go to sleep until the plane lands.”

When the plane landed in Scottsdale there was no reason to hood Jane again, she was fast asleep. Sophie dressed her in the hoodie and sweat pants and the cameramen carried her off the plane and to the waiting vehicles. There were three SUVs to get them to the ranch. It would be a couple hours of tough driving before they arrived. Jane was on the back seat of one of the SUVs with her head resting in Sophie’s lap.

Jane drifted in and out of consciousness on the trip to the ranch, with the bumpy road occasionally stirring her awake. Sophie would stroke her hair until she returned to her fitful sleep. Occasionally Jane could hear Deirdre and Richard talking in the front seat.

“Was that really necessary?” she could hear Richard asking Deirdre.

“Maybe not, but she needed to learn a lesson. Besides did you see the video that George captured? The guy is a genius. Poor lighting and on a moving plane! I think the bad lighting actually worked in our favor it makes the entire episode look even more horrific than it was and it was pretty horrific. Remember, we won’t be able to shoot anything after tomorrow and we’ll be dark for three or four days.”

“Yeah,” said Richard, “I suppose you’re right. But we have to go a little easier on her tomorrow. And no more yanking on her nipples or abusing her breasts. That could really set us back and we can’t afford that.”

Jane didn’t understand what they were talking about, but she was glad to hear her day tomorrow would be easier, as she drifted back to sleep.

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When Jane woke up she could feel the warm sunlight radiating on her through the window. She didn’t remember arriving last night, but vaguely remembered Sophie helping her to the bathtub for a warm bath. Sophie sponged Jane clean and washed her hair. Sophie had also applied some lotion to the welts forming on Jane’s ass to reduce the swelling and help her heal more quickly.

As Jane lay in bed she could see the saguaros outside her window and the mountains in the distance. The windows were open and the weather was really pleasant for February. As Jane got up, still a little wobbly on her legs, she moved to the window to take in the vista outside her room. She was amazed how still it was. Jane could hear a hawk in the distance and mockingbirds chirping in a nearby cottonwood tree. The most remarkable thing, she thought, was that there was nothing but open desert for as far as she could see.

The previous night on the plane had been like a bad dream. Jane decided to put it out of her mind. She would never cross Deirdre ever again. Of that she was sure. Jane had decided she actually liked the fucking and a little discipline was OK, actually exciting. But she never wanted to get gang banged like that ever again.

The door opened and it was Deirdre with a big smile on her face. “Feeling better today kitten?” Deirdre was carrying a breakfast tray and sat it down on the table in the corner of the room. “I thought I would join you for breakfast. The guys are all in the dining room and they are a rowdy bunch.”

Deirdre took a seat at the table and Jane sat next to her so they could both enjoy the view out the window. Deirdre poured Jane’s coffee and poured her cream. Jane was pleased that Deirdre remembered. It was a light breakfast of yogurt and granola, with some strawberries on the side. As they ate they made small talk for the first time.

“I’m so sorry about last night. But it was necessary. You do understand that, don’t you?” asked Deirdre.

“Yes, I think so,” replied Jane. Jane suddenly realized that Deirdre wasn’t demanding to be called master anymore.

“You look confused. What are you thinking?” asked Deirdre.

“You aren’t making me call you master anymore,” replied Jane.

Deirdre wrapped her hand in Jane’s and reached up and stroked her cheek with the other as she looked deep into Jane’s questioning eyes.

“Is that really necessary anymore?” was the reply.

“No. I’ll never disobey you again, I promise,” said Jane with the proper tone of remorse.

After finishing breakfast, Jane and Deirdre both stood at the same time and as they did, Deirdre stepped closer and kissed Jane fully on the lips. As Jane’s lips parted in surprise Deirdre’s tongue snuck past her lips and into her mouth. Jane wrapped her arms around Deirdre and kissed her back hard. As Deirdre ran her hand through Jane’s hair she could still feel some of the oil from the night before. As Deirdre stepped away she took Jane by the hand and led her to the bathroom.

“Your hair is still a little oily from last night. Let me wash it for you.” As they stepped into the bathroom Deirdre began to undress Jane, pulling the panties down to the floor as Jane stepped out of them. Deirdre could smell the musk of Jane’s abused pussy as she rose back up to pull the teddy over her head. As Jane stood there, Deirdre started the shower.

It was open just like the one back in LA. As a matter of fact, it looked identical, as did the bedroom. Deirdre slowly removed her clothing, almost as though she were putting on a show for Jane.

When she finished she took Jane by the hand and led her into the shower. As they shared the pulsing water from overhead the two women wrapped their arms around each other as they kissed deeply again. Deirdre’s breasts were uncommonly firm and her nipples seemed to be in a constant state of erection. Deirdre let Jane explore and play with them, eventually drawing Jane’s head toward her breast inviting Jane to suck on her nipples.

As Jane sucked on Deirdre’s breasts, Jane could feel the now familiar warmth returning between her legs. Sensing Jane’s arousal, Deirdre switched gears and reached for the shampoo. “Remember, we are here to wash your hair.”

Jane was disappointed, but she remembered what Deirdre had said about orgasms, so she quickly turned around to let Deirdre wash her hair. When they finished showering the women dried each other off. Returning to the bedroom, Deirdre laid spread eagle on the bed. Jane looked at her questioningly. Deirdre recognized the look.

“I said you couldn’t have an orgasm, I didn’t say anything about me.” said Deirdre smiling.

Realizing what was being asked of her, Jane made her way to the bed. Jane had been dreaming about burying her face in Deirdre’s pussy since the first day. She could almost smell Deirdre’s sweet pussy gyrating over her head in her dreams. Jane was still aroused but she knew that it was Deirdre’s turn. As Jane knelt between Deirdre’s legs she dropped down on the bed so she could give Deirdre’s moistening pussy her full attention. Jane had never eaten pussy before, or so she thought, so this was uncharted territory. The smell of Deirdre’s pussy was intoxicating to Jane as she buried her face in it.

At the first nip of Jane’s teeth, Deirdre realized that some coaching would be necessary. “Don’t use your teeth. Use your tongue to lick and your lips to suck. When you are a little more experience, then you can use your teeth.”

Deirdre smiled knowingly down at Jane who returned to Deirdre’s pussy with renewed enthusiasm. It took a while for Jane to find Deirdre’s special spot, but in no time Deirdre’s hips and ass were rising and lowering to the rhythm of Jane’s tongue and lips.

As Deirdre became more excited she reversed her position and rolled Jane over on top of her. As Jane returned her tongue to the depths of Deirdre’s wet pussy, Deirdre turned her attention to Jane’s asshole driving her tongue in as deep as it would go. Jane let out a deep gasp at the pleasurable feeling emanating from her backside.

Both women rolled over on their sides to afford each other deeper penetration into their respective holes. Deirdre was getting close now and the more she drove her tongue into Jane’s asshole and then reamed it on the way out, the more ardently Jane drove Deirdre toward her orgasm.

Jane surprised Deirdre by driving her index finger into her ass and the added excitement drove Deirdre over the edge as she tightened her thighs around Jane’s head and bucked herself to completion.

As Deirdre rolled off she could see that Jane was all hot and bothered. Good, she thought. Let’s keep her that way. Deirdre sat on the edge of the bed and she leaned over and kissed Jane on the cheek.

“Thanks. I needed that,” said Deirdre as she got up to leave.

Putting on her robe Deirdre told Jane to shower again and meet her at the far end of the hallway for a meeting at 11. “Oh and clothing is optional. As a matter of fact it is very optional.”

Jane knew better than to question Deirdre now. She would do as she was told. At 11 a.m. she was padding down the hallway in her birthday suit, not knowing what to expect next.

As she opened the door and entered the room Dr. Contreras and Deirdre were already there along with Richard. They turned and smiled at Jane as she walked in the room.

“Good morning Jane,” said Dr. Contreras, “so nice to see you again.”

Jane walked up to join them and as she did Deirdre decided to fill her in on why they were there. “Jane, as you know we have put a great deal of effort into this project and we are nearing the final rollout. There are still a couple of details to be attended to and that is what we propose to do over the next few days.”

Deirdre stopped briefly to let her words sink in.

“The final phase of the process is to help you transform yourself into the new ravishingly beautiful, sensuous and exciting woman you are becoming. That is why Dr. Contreras is here to assist us. I believe when Sophie was doing your hair you told her you were attracted to the image of the woman in the illustration she showed you. The image she showed you was one that Dr. Contreras produced and it is his rendering of how he proposes that you look in the future.”

Although surprised, Jane continued listening intently and said nothing. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing to Deirdre so she said, “Yes. I was struck by the image. She was beautiful.” Jane turned to Dr. Contreras and looked at him directly.

“Can you make me beautiful like that?” Jane asked Dr. Contreras earnestly.

“Yes, of course my dear, but those are not the only changes…improvements that I propose. Would you like to see them all? I can show you on the computer right over hear.”

This was going easier than Deirdre thought it would. Richard sensed what Deirdre was thinking and shook his head in silent agreement.

Jane was starting to like the new her and was excited to see what Dr. Contreras could do. She was so focused on seeing what the new her might look like she had completely forgotten that she was stark naked. Deirdre noticed it too. We have come a long way in a short time, she thought.

As Dr. Contreras moved the mouse the large plasma screen on the wall lit up. Jane could see a more detailed version of the new face that Dr. Contreras was proposing. He pointed out the changes he proposed to her nose and to her eyes. As he zoomed the image out the front of Jane’s body came into full view. “As you can see I propose to enlarge your breasts slightly and lift them. Not too big, but not too small either,” Contreras said smiling.

As Contreras spun the image to a side view the true size of Jane’s new breasts really became apparent. Jane was impressed. She had always wished she had larger breasts.

“I can only show you so much on the computer. If you would be so kind as to step up on this riser, I can demonstrate the changes more easily,” said Contreras as he guided Jane up on to the low riser, switching on the intense overhead lights. As Jane stood on the pedestal, Dr. Contreras outlined the places around Jane’s eyes and nose where he proposed to make changes. Jane could follow Contreras’ hands by watching herself in the full length mirror on the opposite wall.

Contreras now moved to Jane’s breasts where he lifted each of them from the bottom to show how they would now hang higher on her chest. He also pointed out where he would make the incisions to add the enhancements.

“While it isn’t critical yet, we could also firm up Jane’s buttocks as well,” said Contreras. “Could you please turn around for a moment my dear,” he said as he slowly turned her around. The doctor grabbed the bottom of each of Jane’s cheeks and lifted them to show how they could be firmed up.

“Would that increase the recovery time,” Deirdre asked Contreras.

“Only by a couple of days, three at the most,” he responded.

Deirdre looked at Richard and he was shaking his head no.

“I think that this is something we can come back to at a later date. We are currently on a very tight schedule as we approach this product rollout, said Deirdre. “So I think we need to stick to the procedures we have already discussed.”

“Very well,” said Dr. Contreras. “Perhaps by then the young lady will be ready to have her vagina tightened up a bit. As I told you the other day, Jane has a very lovely vagina.”

Jane would have gone beet red a few days ago, but today, she actually appreciated Dr. Contreras’ compliment.

“So we are agreed?” asked Dr. Contreras.

“Yes,” said Deirdre.

“And you young lady?”

Jane looked to Deirdre quickly and then back to Dr. Contreras. “Yes, of course.”

“Good, then there is no reason why we can’t proceed at once,” said Dr. Contreras enthusiastically. “Young lady, follow me and by tomorrow, there will be a whole new you!”

Jane followed the doctor out the door and down to the middle of the hallway where another corridor led to the opposite side of the large ranch house. As Jane stepped through the door at the end of this hallway she has surprised to see a full operating room on the other side of the glass paneled wall just inside the doorway.

“I’m going to leave you in the care of my surgical nurse now. This shouldn’t take more than a few hours at most. After that you will need to rest in bed for a day. After that, I suggest that you spend plenty of time by the pool and let the sun work its magic. You should be back to full activity in a matter of four or five days. You can look forward to seeing your new beautiful new self…as will I.” With that Contreras disappeared back out the door and left Jane in the care of the nurse.


The next few days passed quickly. For the first two days, Jane was in the care of the nurse, who brought her meals to her room on the surgical side of the complex. Jane didn’t see the rest of the team until the third day when she joined them at the pool. By day five most of the swelling had gone down and Jane was getting back to normal, but with new bigger eyes, her pixie nose and large beautifully proportioned breasts.

Deirdre was joining Jane for lunch every day now and they engaged in idle girl talk. Jane was opening up to Deirdre and was confiding herself to her. Jane had a bunch of questions regarding what was next, but the answers she got from Deirdre were vague at best. She guessed it had to do with the imminent product roll out.

At lunch the previous day Jane had confided that of all the things she had done since coming to work for Deirdre, the one thing she could never do again was the gang bang. Deirdre could tell from the way that Jane said it, that she was absolutely adamant.

With only a little more than a week left until D-Day, Deirdre was concerned and decided to talk to Richard about it. He had gone back to LA to take care of business, not the least of which was arranging for the movers to place all of Jane’s belongings in storage and to talk Jane’s husband into taking the plea deal that was being offered to him. With good behavior he could be out in five years. Richard decided to wait until after D-Day to give Jane the news.

Deirdre met Richard at the airport that night and filled him in on her concerns. On the way out of town Richard developed a plan, but he would have to stay in Phoenix one more day before returning to the ranch.

When Deirdre got back she took the rest of the team aside and set Richard’s plan in motion. With D-Day just a week away they would give Jane two more days to soak up the rays and become her radiant new self. In the meantime they would get Jane to buy into the new identity they had created for her, to become her online persona and public identity.

Deirdre called a staff meeting for the morning and they would review the plans then and fill Jane in at the same time. In the meantime Jane was getting plenty of rest and plenty of sun. This new sedate life wasn’t sitting real well with Jane. Now that her libido had been freed, she was hornier than hell.

The staff meeting was held early, so as not to interfere with Jane’s sun time. In typical fashion Deirdre opened the meeting and got right down to business. Deirdre went through all the marketing studies they had done and covered the findings from their focus groups and the bottom line was that Jane needed a new name, one that the target group could more easily relate to. This sounded fine to Jane, she didn’t want anyone who knew her before to know what she was doing now, and certainly not her children.

“What is the new name?” asked Jane, eager to find out.

“Your new name is going to be Jana Embers. That is the name that tracked best with our focus groups. What do you think?”

“I like it,” said Jane, “it sounds hot.”

“Red hot, to go with your flaming red hair and that raging volcano you have for a libido,” said Kieran as he smiled lustily at Jane.

“Good, then it is settled, Jana it is. We can start getting our marketing materials into production. I’ll make the calls to LA.,” said Deirdre as she closed the short meeting. “Everyone back to work.”

As everyone filed from the room Deirdre tapped Jane on the shoulder and asked her to remain behind. Deirdre closed the door and asked Jane to join her at the table.

“Jane…I mean Jana, I need your help on a very special project. In a couple of days Richard is going to be bringing a couple of very special clients to the ranch. They won’t be here overnight, only for a few hours. But while they are here Richard wants you…I want you…to provide them with some special entertainment. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Yes. I get the drift. How long am I going to have to ‘entertain’ them?”

“For as long as it takes, but it probably won’t be for more than an hour or two,” replied Deirdre. “But here is the important thing. Neither of these young men wants to be recognized so none of you will speak the entire time.”

Deirdre continued, “There is more, they both have this strange fantasy about repeatedly ravishing a woman together to Ravel’s Bolero, so it will be playing loudly the entire time you are with them,” concluded Deirdre. “Oh, I almost forgot, to make sure you don’t recognize them you will be required to wear a mask the entire time.”

“What are these guys, kinky movie stars?” asked the new Jana.

“No, but they have been on TV recently and you might recognize them or their voices so we need to protect their identity. I can’t tell you how much this may mean to the overall success of our product rollout. These young men are in a unique position to assure our success,” emphasized Deirdre. “Are you onboard?”

“Of course,” replied Jana, not wanting to disappoint Deirdre.

The next couple of days flew by quickly. Each day Jana got plenty of sun and her body looked better and better, especially as the bronze tan replaced Jana’s formerly milky complexion. Deirdre would have other members of the team join her periodically in her bedroom or at the pool to partake of her pleasures, but no matter how hard she tried, they never let her get off, since it mostly consisted of blow jobs. Jana’s sexual frustration was off the charts.

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Today was the day that Richard was going to arrive back at the ranch and that was especially exciting for Jana because she was finally going to get to have real sex again, even if it was with a couple of young kinks. As the day progressed Jana went through her daily ritual and spent time at the pool and took a long nap. As the evening approached Jana rose and showered. She was actually looking forward to this strange tryst after so many days without any sexual release. Jana was hopeful that she would finally be allowed to have an orgasm.

Jana could hear the car pull up, but it was on the opposite side of the house. Deirdre came in and said she was there to prep Jana for the engagement with the two young men. Deirdre had brought along an outfit for Jana to wear. Jana looked at it and was surprised. There was a lot more clothing than she was used to wearing since she went to work for Deirdre. There was a robe, a teddy, a pushup bra that would accentual Jana already more ample breasts, panties a corset and long black stocking that attached to a garter belt.

No wonder it might take two hours Jana thought. It will take them an hour to undress me. “Are you sure about all this?”

“Richard was very specific in his instructions, so let’s just go with it,” replied Deirdre.


“Well boys, I can’t tell you how glad we had a chance to talk a couple of days ago,” said Richard. “I’m only sorry that I had to be the bearer of such unpleasant news about your father. It was so nice to see you. I knew from talking to your dad that you both liked to live a little on the wild side, so I’m glad you could join me this evening. This should help lift your spirits and put a little money in your pockets too.”

“My friends here could use a couple of new talents like you. The stuff they do is very high class, not for your average guy. Are you guys sure you are up for this? I don’t want this getting back to your mom,” said Richard emphatically.

“No way! We are good to go. How difficult is fucking,” said Jim.

“Bring it on!” was John’s reply.

“OK boys but don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to back out,” said Richard. “Here is the setup boys…in a few minutes I am going to take you down the hallway to one of our rooms. You won’t be able to see the cameras because they are on the opposite side of the mirrors, but they will be filming you the whole time. Once you walk in you have to remain in character. You are brutal sadists bent on raping and humiliating the beautiful whore you have hired for the night. But here is the hook, she is to remain blindfolded the entire time and none of you may talk. Neither of you are actors and we don’t want you worrying about remembering lines. Plus, it adds to the sense of tension. Do you understand?”

“Sure,” said John.

“OK and one last thing, some classical music will be playing in the background. I’ve listened to it and it isn’t too bad and it kind of captures the mood we are going for. One last thing, you can rip her clothes off, in fact we encourage you to do so, and you can fuck her silly. But no marks on her body. She needs to be in tip top shape for a big shoot that is coming up in a couple of days. Got it?”

“Absolutely,” replied Jim.

“Well then, get your clothes off and follow me down the hallway. Remember no marks on her body and the blindfold stays on…and no talking!” Richard grabbed each of them by the arm for emphasis.

As they reached the end of the hallway Richard put his hand on each of their shoulders, “if you boys do well with this, we may have some more work for you down the line. The pay is good and you’re going to need it considering what happened to your dad. I just wish I could have gotten him a better plea deal.”

Richard knocked once on the door and Deirdre arrived to meet them. As she escorted the naked boys into the room she couldn’t help notice that both of them were really well endowed. That certainly wasn’t Deirdre’s experience with their father.

Deirdre stroked each of their cocks with her hands and then pulled them over to where she wanted them to stand near the foot of the bed. When they got to the edge of the bed Deirdre released their cocks and held her finger to her lips to remind them of the code of silence.

As Deirdre walked over to the stereo to turn on the music both boys sized her up from head to toe. Both thought they would really like to fuck that bitch too. With the first strains of Bolero coming from the stereo Deirdre walked back over to the bed and took Jana by the hand and escorted her to a point where she was directly between them.

Deirdre stood back a bit and again grabbed each of the boys’ cocks. She stroked them until they were really hard and at full staff. Deirdre leaned forward and whispered in Jana’s ear, “don’t disappoint me…and not a sound,” as she licked Jana’s earlobe. As Deirdre moved off toward the door she stopped briefly to turn and put her index finger to her lips one last time. The boys got the message.

Jana stood very still, trembling slightly, waiting for the young men to make their first move. It didn’t take long. Jim grabbed Jana from behind by the hair, almost lifting her off her feet. John grabbed the gown from the front and ripped it to shreds. With Jim’s free hand he grabbed the front of the teddy and ripped it away. Next was the bra as John reached between Jana tits and pulled it off in one clean movement leaving rope burns on Jana’s shoulders.

Jana was breathing hard now. This isn’t exactly what she expected. These boys were playing rough.

Jana’s chest was heaving as the boys each grabbed one of the newly freed tits. Jim cupped the huge breast and squeezed it hard. John sucked the other one into his mouth as far as it would go. Both boys stepped back now catching their breath.

As they surveyed their incomplete work they decided that the corset was next to go. Each boy grabbed the corset with both of their hands at the front and back and ripped it away, almost knocking Jana to the floor.

Jana continued to breathe hard as the boys surveyed what they thought were the most fabulous set of tits they ever saw. Next the garter belt came off in one quick motion as Jim ripped it away and both boys grabbed the corners of the panties and ripped them off viciously, burning the inside of Jana’s thighs.

Naked accept for her stalking, the boys pushed Jana hard back on the bed, sending her flying, each grabbing a stocking and yanking them roughly off her legs. Each boy grabbed an ankle and quickly spun Jana over on her stomach. Before she knew what was happening they had her legs spread wide apart and were tying her ankles with the stocking and then tying the stocking off on the legs of the frame beneath the bed.

Moving to the head of the bed, Jim tightly grabbed a handful of Jana’s hair and violently pulled her up to meet his cock as John grabbed Jana’s hips and pulled her back into his cock.

Neither boy was interested in the foreplay; each of them thrust their cocks viciously into Jana’s mouth and pussy. Jim was all the way down Jana’s throat in one quick motion, just as John’s cock was up to the hilt in her pussy.

Although neither had been paying any attention to the music, both boys found themselves adjusting their thrusts to the rhythm of the music. This was one good whore they thought, each looking the other in the eye and nodding their heads. They were going to want to take their time with her. This was just too sweet a piece of ass to not enjoy completely.

As the music continued to build, Jim got tired of mouth fucking Jana and slid down the bed. Knowing what Jim had in mind John withdrew his penis from Jana’s pussy to make room for his brother. Once Jim had the tip of his penis in Jana, John followed him in. Only the heads of each of their cocks were inside Jana now, but as the boys got into their rhythm each was able to gradually push their cocks deeper into Jana.

With a few more strokes both boys were all the way in and alternated their thrusts to the sound of the quickening music. Jana’s pussy felt like it was going to tear open and her body began to shake furiously as her ass quivered like it was receiving electric shocks. In spite of the pain, Jana struggle to remain silent. She knew that nothing the boys could do to her would match what Deirdre would do if she was disobedient.

They looked at each other and couldn’t believe that this bitch wasn’t making so much as a sound. Maybe the occasional whimper, but that was it. Normally the boys had the bitches screaming bloody murder by now, especially the good little church going girls.

Tired of sharing a hole with his brother, John decided he needed his own. As he made his next backward stroke in Jana’s pussy, he immediately drove his cock all the way up to the hilt into Jana’s unsuspecting ass. As Jana lurched in pain the boys smiled at each other. That will show the bitch who is boss.

The music was picking up to a frantic pace now and with it the boys increased the speed of their thrusts. You could hear the smacks of flesh as Jim and John drove their cocks hard into Jana’s holes. As the music was approaching its frantic climax the boys continued to pound Jana’s holes hard, so hard that the stockings snapped as the boys continued to pound into Jana’s holes driving her farther up the bed.

As they slowed down briefly to catch their breath both boys realized that Jane was not only continuing her rocking motion against their cocks but was literally sucking their cocks with the muscles in her pussy and ass. What a fucking whore. She was world class.

Both their cocks stiffened a little more and as the music approached its final climax both boys pulled out with each grabbing Jana by the hair, rolling her over roughly as they deposited their sperm all over her face and into her nose and mouth. Both boys slapped their spent cocks against Jana’s face until the heads of their cocks were free of cum.

As Jana lay there, cum all over her face she was utterly frustrated. The boys had almost gotten her off, but then pulled out at the last minute. Jana rolled over on her side and began to finger herself off as the boys closed the door behind them.

Before Jana knew it, Deirdre was back in the room and pulling Jana’s hand away from her swollen clit. “No, no, no,” Deirdre exclaimed and she gave Jana a sharp smack on the ass. As Deirdre removed the mask she sat on the edge of the bed.

“You did really well Jana. The boys looked pleased as they left. I’m so proud of you Jana…Jana…that has a nice ring to it. It really does fit the new you,” said Deirdre in a pleasant tone of voice. “Now go take a shower and get some sleep. Things are going to get busy around here very soon.” And with that Deirdre was out the door.

As Jana headed to the shower she was glad that Deirdre was pleased with her. For some reason she now craved Deirdre’s approval and almost felt compelled to please her.


Richard was in the car now with the boys and on the way back to Phoenix. “You boys did a fabulous job. The production people were very impressed with you. Remember, I may be in touch soon with some more work for you.”

“Thanks Mr. Saunders for the opportunity. That was one hot bitch,” said Jim.

“Man could that bitch fuck. And that other bitch was really hot to,” added John.

“Well you two boys are a couple of really stone cold mother fuckers if I do say so,” said Richard as he looked in the rearview mirror and caught the eye of Kieran, who was driving. They both smiled to themselves.


Jana woke to the sounds of activity outside her window. In what was usually the horse pasture to the left of the building and a hundred yards away, a crew had arrived and they were erecting a large black circus type tent. Just beyond the tent another crew was positioning a large white utility truck with a white satellite dish on top. Between the sounds of stakes being driven into the ground and the ropes that were hoisting the tent to the top of the center pole, Jana gave up on the idea of sleeping in any later.

After taking a brief shower Jana headed to the kitchen to get some coffee and see what she could rustle up for breakfast. The rest of the team was already there, except for Tom, who she had seen outside talking to the satellite crew. As Jana walked in the kitchen the conversation stopped.

Deirdre turned to see Jana and said good morning. “The rest of the team was just finishing up, but I’ll stay and chat with you for awhile. There is a lot to get done today and everyone has a great deal to do.” As Deirdre looked around at the others at the table they got the message that it was time to take a hike.

“Let me get you some coffee,” Deirdre offered as she pulled out a chair for Jana next to her. As Deirdre poured Jana’s coffee she continued, “The outfit you were wearing was torn to shreds. It looks like the boys got a little rough,” Deirdre said as she handed Jana her coffee and sat down next to her. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“They got a little rough, but I’ve had worse,” said Jana, looking Deirdre straight in the eye.

“We’re running short on time before the rollout. Are you up to going back to work today?” said Deirdre.

“I think so. What will we be doing?” asked Jana.

“The crew should be through setting up the tent for the rollout production later this morning. As soon as the props and sets are in place we want to do a run through so we can test the lighting and equipment and make sure we have the right positions for the cameras. We also need to walk you through the program so you know which marks to hit. This thing is highly choreographed and there are a lot of extras.”

“What time do you want to get started?” asked Jana.

“After the extras arrive, they should be here about noon, so we’ll begin sometime after lunch,” replied Deirdre. “In the meantime, get some sun.”

After breakfast Jana followed her regular routine and adjourned to the pool. She would swim for a while and then lay in the sun. Jana was acquiring a lovely bronze tan and the incision on her breast and the plastic surgery on her face had completely disappeared. Jana had become comfortable with her nudity, as a matter of fact, she kind of enjoyed the attention the gardeners and house staff gave her as they ogled her laying by the pool.

As Jana turned over and lay back in the chaise see saw that Todd was standing over her with a bottle of mineral oil.

“Deirdre asked me to give you a massage. She said she thought you could use one. I’m actually pretty good. I used to give them for a living, as well as providing other services to needy ladies,” said Todd with a mischievous smile.

“That sounds good. I’ve been really tense the last few days,” replied Jana.

“Front or back first,” asked Todd as he removed his own shorts and revealing his fully erect cock.

“I usually get paid for my work,” Todd said smiling as Jana looked intently at the raging hardon.

“Front,” was Jana’s reply as she tilted the chaise back to a flat position.

Todd had been right, Jana thought, he really did have magic hands. As Todd massaged Jana’s neck, torso, legs and arms she began to relax. The ordeal of the night before began to recede from the front of her mind as Todd kneaded the tension from her muscles. Every time Todd’s bare penis would brush up against her the tingling between her legs would increase.

As Jana rolled over on her stomach she was both relaxed and filled with sexual tension. Todd kneaded her neck, shoulders, back and buttocks as he worked his way down to her legs and then the bottom of her feet. Todd began to work his hands back up the inside of Jana’s left calf and thigh. Jana spread her legs wider and hoped she knew what his final destination was.

As Todd reached Jana’s pussy she was already very aroused. She had been lying there, eyes closed, and praying for release. Jana lifted her ass in the air now showing Todd where she needed further attention. She was gripping the side of the chaise to help lift her ass closer to Todd’s kneading hands.

Jana was completely frantic now and began to rock her hips and ass to the movement of Todd’s fingers. Eyes still closed, Jana was nearing orgasm. Jana’s new tits were flopping wildly in all directions as she began to grind her ass into Todd’s skilled hand. Jana was getting closer, she was so close. Jana was grunting, like a bitch in heat as Todd withdrew his hand and stood up. Jana continued to grind her hips and lifted her ass farther in the air willing Todd’s hand to return. Todd was standing over Jana now, “Sorry, Deirdre said only a massage. Doctor’s orders I guess.”

Jana rolled over to the edge of the chaise and sat up, reaching out for Todd’s erect penis. As she grabbed it she practically begged him to get her off. She was on her knees now stroking the full length of his penis and kissing his balls as she rubbed her face against his leg. “Please Todd, I need it so badly. Please! I’ll give you the blow job of your life. Please, please!” she cried.

“You don’t really want to disobey Deirdre do you?” Todd said as he removed her hand from his cock, picked up his trunks and walked back inside.

As Jana sat back down on the chaise completely dejected she looked up for the first time. A shocked expression filled Jana’s face as she realized there were two dozen, very tall, very athletic looking black men standing on the other side of the low wall that surrounded the pool. Their eyes were burning into Jana and their lust was palpable.

Jana felt like a little lamb surrounded by a pack of wolves. Jana hadn’t spent much time around black people, in fact none at all. Jana’s parents were from the south and had trained her to be wary of black men since she was very small. Her mother filled her head with stories of white women being brutally raped by black men.

She knew her parents were racists, but the seeds of fear had been firmly planted. Her parents had moved to the high desert so they could live among other ‘God fearing white people’ so she could count her encounters with black people on her fingers and still have several left over.

If her new tan wasn’t so deeply bronzed, the men would have seen how blushingly crimson she had turned in embarrassment and discomfort as she jumped to her feet and covered her pussy with one hand and struggled to shield her now ample tits with her other arm as she rushed to the door.

All Jana could hear were catcalls and whoops as she bounced across the patio deck and back to the safety of the ranch house.

As Jana ran toward her bedroom she encountered Deirdre in the hallway, who had come to investigate the ruckus.

“What’s going on?” asked Deirdre.

“Jesus, there are a bunch of black men outside standing next to the patio wall,” said Jana breathlessly.

“Oh yeah, they are the extras, they just arrived a few minutes ago,” said Deirdre, “Why are you so flustered?”

“They were standing there watching me naked,” said Jana.

“So?” replied Deirdre.

“Todd was giving me the massage and…”

“Oh, I can imagine the rest,” said Deirdre smiling. “I bet they got a real eyeful.”

“I was so embarrassed,” admitted Jana.

“Well, it is probably just as well that they got a really good look at you. That way they won’t be ogling you when they are supposed to be staying in character in a couple of days during the rollout,” said Deirdre matter of factly. “Come to think of it, when we do the run through this afternoon, you’ll have a chance to get acquainted. They are actually a bunch of really nice guys and they need to get used to being around you, since you will be working closely together in two days.”

“They are so big,” commented Jana.

“They were chosen for their size, they are all former pro athletes, who either had to retire because of injuries or didn’t make the cut on their teams. Most of them played football, although a few played basketball,” said Deirdre.

As Jana got to the door to her room, she repeated herself, “They are so big.”

“You have no idea!” Deirdre said under her breath with a smile as she moved off toward the conference room.

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As Jana entered her room she could still see the men milling around outside. She walked over and closed her curtain since they all turned to leer at her through the window. Jana was really uncomfortable now. She dreaded the walk through that afternoon.

Deirdre returned to the conference room and rejoined the meeting. Everyone was there except Jana. “Good job Todd. You put on one hell of a floor show. She was really spooked when she saw all those (sorry, no pun intended) black men. She really seemed to be rattled and flustered. I’m not exactly sure what is going on there. But the higher her natural anxiety is when we do this for real, the better. The camera won’t lie.”

“The inside of the tent is ready and the set is also complete,” said Kieran, picking up where they left off before the interruption.

“The satellite truck is ready to go and we have tested the feeds. No problems from my end,” said Tom.

“I’ve added two extra cameramen, for a total of four. We’ll have three remote overhead cameras as well. I’ll operate the remotes myself from the control room. We’ll probably get our best images from the remotes anyway,” offered George.

“Where are we at on editing the video from last night?” asked Deirdre.

“I have another hour or so to finish. I’m just editing the additional footage from the living room when the boys were going on and on about what a fine bitch she was, etc. etc. I’m sure it will warm mom’s heart to see what nice things her kids have to say about her.”

“Good, that may come in handy too, but I need it finished in the morning. At some point tomorrow we might need to use it,” emphasized Deirdre.

“Sophie, we need to have Jana in full makeup and costume this afternoon for the run through. Give her a little extra attention. We need to keep getting her to near orgasm every opportunity we have right up until game time,’ said Deirdre.

“Will do,” replied Sophie.

“OK, about later tonight and tomorrow, I’ve developed a schedule and each of you will be responsible for keeping Jana pleasantly occupied, but not too pleasantly occupied, beginning this evening through midday tomorrow. Here are copies for each of you. At around noon tomorrow everyone needs to be in the playroom so we can all really give Jana a real edge. Make sure to wear your birthday suits. It will be fun for all. Sorry camera crew, that doesn’t include you. You’ll be ‘through the looking glass darkly’ again.”

When Sophie arrived at Jana’s room she found her fast asleep. As she thrashed restlessly Sophie immediately picked up on the fact that she was having a really good dream. Jana was stroking her own breasts and quietly sighing. Sophie took her clothes off and joined Jana on the bed. Sophie lightly ran her hands across Jana’s body, barely touching her. Jana’s body immediately responded to the needed attention. Sophie continued for several more minutes as Jana sighed more and more.

Moving atop Jana, Sophie lowered her wet pussy directly to Jana’s mouth. The musky scent was intoxicating to Jana, even in her sleep. Sophie slowly rubbed her now throbbing pussy over Jana’s open lips. With each pass Sophie rubbed her clit on Jana’s nose until it was replaced by Jana’s awakening tongue.

Sophie leaned forward and kissed the inside of Jana’s thighs which were now spread wide. As Sophie teased Jana’s pussy with kisses, but no tongue, Jana’s pussy reached up to Sophie’s mouth crying out for more attention.

At the same time, Jana was now partially awake and licking and sucking Sophie’s pussy ardently. Sophie had been waiting to enjoy Jana’s body for over a week now and she couldn’t last any longer. As she sat up she buried her pussy in Jana’s face and rode it to orgasm.

Sophie slid down next to Jana and kissed her eyes and then her lips, sucking on each of them gently. As she slowly ran her tongue across Jana’s lips Jana opened her mouth, just as she opened her eyes taking Sophie’s tongue deep into her mouth. As Sophie pulled away, Jana looked up and said, “I thought I was dreaming.”

“You were, I just joined it,” replied Sophie.

“What time is it?”

“It is getting late. It is time to get ready. Deirdre wants me to style your hair and do your makeup and get you in costume too.”

“OK, let me shower quickly,” said Jana.

“Fine, I’ll be waiting,” replied Sophie.

“I was asleep when you came in,” questioned Jana, “before I woke up did I…”

“No sweetie, that’s off limits…even in your sleep, at least for now,” said Sophie as Jana made her way to the shower.

As Jana finished her shower Sophie grabbed a towel and dried her. Using another towel she dried her hair and styled it in the fashion shown in Dr. Contreras’ illustration. Next came the makeup, which only accentuated Jana’s new wide eyed look. Sophie next applied Jana’s lip gloss and colored her nipples similarly.

“OK, we’re done in here. Let’s get you dressed,” said Sophie.

As they walked into the bedroom Jana was surprised by what was laying on the bed. It was one of her drab preacher’s wife sundresses. Jana turned to Sophie with a quizzical look on her face.

“We told you that you were exactly the kind of wholesome individual we were looking for,” Sophie said smiling.

“Are there a bra and panties too?” asked Jana.

“No dear, just the dress. Be careful putting it on. It has been altered and it is breakaway, so it is very fragile. Come on let’s get it on and see the old you,” said Sophie smiling.

Jana stepped into the dress as Sophie helped her, buttoning it up from behind. Sophie retrieved the round box that was on the bed next to the dress. She pulled a blonde wig from it that was styled the same as Jana’s long curly hair used to be. Sophie held it above Jana’s head and fitted it into place. Next Sophie pulled a very unattractive pair of reading glasses from her pocket and slipped them into place on Jana’s face. The glasses were very bookish and they completed Jana’s transformation back to a boring preacher’s wife.

As Jana turned and looked in the mirror, she couldn’t believe that she used to look like that. She was far happier being Jana instead of plain Jane. She knew she could never go back.

Sophie walked Jana over to the tent. As they entered through the flap that Sophie lifted for her, Jana could see that she was back stage. Everyone else was there and Kieran, Tom and George were manning the various pieces of equipment on the far side of the room with a bank of video monitors mounted above them.

The percussive sounds of the drums emanating from the main set on the other side of the curtain were almost deafening. The drum beat was downright primitive, sounding like something from a pagan or African ritual.

Deirdre had been busy with Tom and Kieran reviewing the equipment check when Jana arrived. When she turned around and saw Jana she walked over and pecked her on the cheek as she took Jana’s hands in hers and gave them a big squeeze.

“So how do you like being the old you?”

“All in all, I much prefer the new me to tell you the truth. I suppose I should thank you. I never would have had the courage to change my life myself. So thank you,” said Jana.

“Well thank you, but we still have a long way to go, so let’s see if you are as thankful in a couple of days. You know how demanding I can be.” Deirdre said smiling.

“We’re ready on the set,” shouted Kieran. “Who’s walking Jana through the setup?”

“I’ll take care of it,” said Deirdre, “you don’t need me in here getting in your way anyway.”

Deirdre took Jana, or Jane for the moment, by the hand and walked her through the double curtain and on to the set. Although it was dark inside, fire red lights swirled and bounced off the tent walls and ceiling. The walls were lined with what looked like crackling flames that were really just a lustrous material being driven by fans below them. Overhead was a crystal ball that cast the reflected light from the pin lights that were pointing at it from around the room.

In the center of the set was an elevated area that looked like it was made from volcanic rock with a lava-like liquid flowing into the pool at the base that circled the podium. The pool of liquid was lit from below and as it bubbled, it looked like a pool of molten lava. A white stone staircase extended out past the pool of lava and connected with the platform on top. At the center of the platform was a large stone table mounted on two slabs made of the same material. It kind of looked like the altar at her husband’s church, Jana thought. In the center of the table was an ornately jeweled box.

Deirdre lingered awhile to let Jana take it all in. Finally, Deirdre leaned over and almost shouted it Jana’s ear to be heard over the pulsing drum beat that repeated itself over and over. “So what do you think?” Deirdre asked.

“This is really impressive. All of this to just introduce a product?” Jana asked.

“It is not just a single product. This new product can take many forms and be promoted over various media. And the tie-ins and spinoffs are endless, as Kieran told you. That is why it is such a big deal and that is why you are so important to our effort, because you are the one who is going to have to sell it,” said Deirdre.

“In this outfit?” questioned Jana.

“Well not for long. The script calls for you to go through a kind of metamorphosis,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre took Jana’s hand again and led her to the far corner of the tent opposite the stairway. As she moved forward Jana could see the silhouettes of large men lining either side of the stairway. When they got closer to the back wall they walked around the first two of the men who were at the front of the line. The men seemed to be standing on either side of a pathway made out of some sort of luminescent material. Occasionally one of the moving lights would catch it and it was reflected on the men who lined it.

“Are we ready to go?” came Kieran’s voice over the speaker. Deirdre looked up at the camera that had been tracking them overhead and gave a thumbs up.

They were now standing at the end of the two lines of men and they were suddenly awash in bright light from an overhead flood light. They were facing the wall, so the first thing that came into focus was what looked like the front of a white church with two large doors and a steeple on top. In front of the church was what looked like an apple tree with some real apples attached. Jana was startled when she looked into the tree and saw a large black snake slithering around. Jane stepped backward and Deirdre laughed. “Don’t worry, it isn’t poisonous. He is actually someone’s pet,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre grabbed Jana’s arm again and led her to the door. “Your first mark is on the other side.” Deirdre opened the door and escorted Jane through it.

When they were on the opposite side of the door Deirdre started to explain how the event was to be choreographed. Jana was to open the door and look apprehensively outside, as though she was wary of going out there. She was then supposed to spot the apples on the tree. A pin light would assist in making the point.

Jana was then supposed to walk outside and move apprehensively toward the brightly lit apple. When she gets to the tree she is to pull the apple and take a bite. She is then supposed to swoon, rocking back and forth on her feet. Then she is to feel her forehead, checking to see if she has a fever and close her eyes as she does so. When she reopens her eyes she finds herself drawn to the snake and is supposed to affectionately stroke it repeatedly.

“I know that is a lot. Do you think you can remember to do all that?” asked Deirdre.

“I think so,” said Jana, wanting to please Deirdre, but she was filled with dread having to touch the snake.

“OK, let’s give that much a try,” said Deirdre with encouragement, signaling Kieran in the overhead camera.

It only took Jana two tries to get the first part down pat. The first time through, Jana flinched as she touched the snake.

Deirdre began again, “Next you are to look up and see the two lines of men and then focus on the altar at the top of the podium. This part is pretty straightforward, since most of it is repetitive. Walk over to the middle of the path. Take two or three hesitant steps as though you are drawn to the altar. As you step backward, back into the first man on your right and spin around to face him. When you are facing him look down and gaze at his penis intently. After a few seconds reach out and touch it with both hands. Run your hands up and down it as though you are worshiping it. Then turn your head and look over to the next man and glide over to him slowly as though you are entranced. Fondle his penis too.

At this point it is just repetitive. Do the same thing all the way to the end of the line and then turn around and do the same thing back the other way. When you get to the last man turn and walk back down the path toward the altar slowly as though you are drawn to it. When you get about half way there, hesitate and then turn, running back toward the church. Got that so far?”

“Yes,” said Jana, “I…I’ve never…” Jana’s voice trailed off.

“What is it? You better tell me now,” demanded Deirdre.

“I’ve never touched a black man or even talked to one much less touched their penis!” said Jana with concern.

“Jana! A cock is a cock. Get over it. Can we move on?” said Deirdre with some frustration.

“Yes,” was Jana’s compliant response.

“Good! As you start running the men are going to close around you and block your path back to the church. As they do they will swarm over you, completely covering you,” said Deirdre. “Now this is important when they are hovering over you that is when two of the men will quickly tear away your dress and remove your glasses and wig. You need to lift yourself up so they can pull the dress away from you.”

Deirdre continued, “When that is done they are going to lift you in the air high above their heads and slowly pass you forward to the front of the line and they march in a procession toward the altar.”

Deirdre stopped for a moment before continuing. “It is really important that you squirm and behave as though you are trying to get away. You should be screaming with alarm at this point. The more distressed that you behave the better.”

Finally, Deirdre concluded, “Once at the altar they will lay you on it and one of the men will offer you the jeweled box. The box will have the new product inside. Open it and look at it. Hand the box back to the man who gave it to you and lay back on the altar. The box will be handed from man to man around the table and then they will raise the new product above the table and sample it one by one. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” replied Jana.

“Good, then let’s do a run through and if all goes well we can finish early tonight. Good job so far,” enthused Deirdre.

Deirdre gave a thumbs up into the camera overhead and Kieran shouted, “take it from the top,” over the intercom.

Jana returned to inside the church and prepared to begin. Jana took a deep breath and opened the door. She was less apprehensive about the snake this time so she stroked it and fondled it a bit more. It seemed to like her and started to climb up her arm and flick her breast with its tongue before she got it back in the tree.

As Jana stepped forward to begin the next part she didn’t have to feign apprehension. As she reached the edge of the path she hit her mark a few steps in. As she backed into the first man and turned to face him he dropped his robe to the floor. Jana’s eyes got wide as she looked at the enormous cock in front of her.

Not only was it wider than Tom’s it was longer to, much longer. Jana reached out and held it in both her hands as she had been instructed and trembled when she realized that it wasn’t even its full size yet. Jana looked up into the man’s face and he was leering at her.

Jana moved on to the next man and then the next. It almost seemed like the cocks got bigger and bigger as she went on. She couldn’t wait to have this over. When Jana got near the end of the routine she was actually hoping that she might outrun them and actually make it back to the church.

No such luck. Within steps after turning around the men descended on her like a swarm of bees. Before she knew it her clothes, wig and glasses had been peeled away but not before several sets of hands had explored every inch of her body as well as her pussy and ass.

As she was raised in the air high above their heads she was squirming for real as they groped and squeezed her all over. As they passed her forward to the front of the line, at each exchange, a new finger found its way into her pussy or ass. Jane didn’t have to feign distress as the men groped and prodded her repeatedly.

Once at the alter Jana was relieved to by placed on the cold stone slab. They finished the box exchange and the men raised the small empty box inside, which doubled for the product, into the air.

“OK, that’s a wrap ladies and gentlemen. Thank you and have a good evening, said Kieran over the intercom. “The product team will be meeting in the conference room in half an hour.”

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Back in the conference room Deirdre ran the meeting. “OK, any criticisms, suggestions?

As they went around the table everyone had something to critique, but the major concerns were that Jana needed to slow down when she was doing her cock tugging and that the lights needed to track her movements better. There had been some technical problems with the overhead cameras, but that would be resolved the following day. They also decided that Jana would look more exotic and eat more camera with the application of some body glitter. Other than that, they were good to go.

As the meeting ended Jana headed straight to her room. No sooner had she crawled into bed than Deirdre arrives.

“Here, I brought you a cup of herb tea. It should help you sleep. You have had a long day today and I know the run through was difficult for you. You toughed it out and came through like a real trooper. I just wanted you to know that the entire team was impressed with your performance,” said Deirdre.

“Thanks. I’m sorry I act like such a prudish ninny sometimes,” said Jana earnestly. Deirdre stroked Jana’s hair and cheek as she said, “Don’t give it a second thought. That is what makes you so special and what we found attractive about you in the first place. We hope you never lose that quality. Now drink your tea and get some sleep. By the way, we’ll be having a little get together at around noon tomorrow for the team, so get your sun in early. I’ll fill you in tomorrow morning,” said Deirdre as she left.

Jana propped herself up with a pillow and drank her tea, then slipped down into bed and quickly fell fast asleep.


“Is that the same stuff we gave her the first day?” asked George from the other side of the mirror.

“Yeah, it can be taken orally too,” said Kieran. “Give her about an hour for it to take full effect and we can get started.”


Jana was already thrashing around in bed dreaming about all the huge black cocks she had handled that day. In her dreams she was imagining them thrust in her mouth and ass and pussy and rammed between her new tits with cum spurting out all over her face and neck and chest.

Jana was completely lost in her lustful dreams as the soft red lights came on overhead and washed the room in light. Mist sprayed from nozzles mounted in the ceiling making the room look like it was filled with smoke or fog creating an almost dream like mood. Jana continued to thrash around in the bed still lost in her own dream world.

The reality was, that for the rest of the night the crew would be taking their turns with Jana and also taking care of their own pent up needs while still depriving Jana of any release. For the next several hours the crew took turns gently fucking Jana’s mouth, pussy and ass and tit fucking her as well.

With each session the crew members were able to get her close but never all the way to climax. They were through just as the sun was about to come up and then quickly held Jana up as Sophie cleaned her and then changed the bedding before they put her back into bed.

It was almost nine before Jana woke up. She usually didn’t sleep in that late. When she got to the kitchen the only person there was Deirdre.

“Where is everyone?” asked Jana.

“I’m letting them sleep in this morning. They all had a very long day yesterday. They were busy long after you went to bed last night,” said Deirdre. “How did you sleep last night?”

“I have been having some really lurid and strange dreams lately and it is always about one of you having your way with me. Now the black guys are joining my dream party too. But the most frustrating thing is, I can’t get off even in my dreams anymore,” complained Jana.

Jana reached out and took Deirdre’s hand. “When are you going to…” Jana said as she paused for a moment to summon up the courage, “When are you going to let me cum…Master?”

Jana’s eyes were pleading as Deirdre looked into them. “Soon kitten, be patient,” said Deirdre stroking Jana’s hair and cheek.

Deirdre broke the mood by getting up and getting herself another cup of coffee and refilling Jana’s cup.

“After you have breakfast, go get your sun. Remember, we’re having a staff get together later. It isn’t something you’ll want to miss. Fun will be had by one and all!” said Deirdre with a laugh. Deirdre put down her cup in the sink and crossed the room.

As Deirdre walked toward the door to leave she turned to Jana and said, “By the way, after you went to bed last night we reviewed the video and we decided there needed to be a few more tweaks to the script. We can discuss them this afternoon or this evening after the get together.” With that Deirdre closed the door behind her.

After breakfast Jana showered and got ready to go to the pool. Without thinking, she put on a robe before she headed out the door. As she strolled down the hallway she realized that this was the first time she hadn’t just gone there naked. She must still be uneasy about what happened there yesterday, she concluded.

As she walked outside and made the turn to the pool deck she stopped dead in her tracks. Ten of the black extras were lounging by the pool naked. Jana turned to go back inside as two more of the extras arrived, walking up behind her.

“You weren’t going to leave were you?” said the taller of the two men. He must have been seven feet tall. “You might hurt our feelings and make us think you don’t like black people or something,” said the giant as he leered at her through menacing eyes. Jana recognized him now. He was the very last of the men whose cocks she had fondled the previous afternoon. Jana remembered they he had the biggest cock of them all. Bigger than anything she could have imagined.

“No, no, I just remembered I left my suntan oil in my bedroom and…”

The giant cut her off in mid-sentence, “You don’t need to worry about that precious. We got plenty of suntan lotion and look how good our tans are.”

She could hear the other men laughing. They had gotten up and were crowded just behind her now.

“You know little lady…Jana isn’t it?” continued the giant, who appeared to be the group’s leader, “I don’t want to be critical, but I can give myself a better hand job than you gave us yesterday. You need to work on your technique. Let me give you a tip, unless you got throat yogurt all over your face at the end, you didn’t finish the job. Can you dig?”

Jana stood there frozen. She didn’t know what to do.

“My friends and I have decided that we are going to help you out and we won’t even charge you for the lesson.”

With that Jana could feel the men pulling away her robe and letting it fall to the pool deck. Their hands were all over her again, groping every inch of her body. Before she knew it, they had lifted her in the air and six of them were holding her belly-down by her tits and legs and ankles. Two others were holding her wrists pulling them forward on either side of her head. The giant was directly in front of her now.

“Grab onto this baby and let’s see if you can do a better job today. Remember, a job unfinished is a job undone,” he said as he squeezed lubricant on to her trembling hands.

For the next hour the men took turns, each of them depositing their ample loads of cum in Jana’s face. When it got to be the turn of the men who were holding her, they put her down on the pool deck and pushed her to her knees and crowded around her as she brought two of them off at a time, one in each hand.

As they moved away from her the leader picker her up like a rag doll and walked toward the pool. Jana couldn’t tell where he was going because the massive loads of cum continued to sting her eyes.

“I hope you found that instructional little lady. Who knows maybe someday you may even acquire a taste for dark meat.”

With that he tossed her in the deep end of the pool. By the time she struggled to the surface choking, they were already gone.

Jana got out of the pool and dried herself, trying to compose herself at the same time. She walked over and laid back on one of the chaises, on the now empty pool deck, shaken by the experience. She had better stay and get her sun, she thought. That is what Deirdre had told her to do.

Jana stayed at the pool for another hour. No one disturbed her, so she continued to enjoy the sun. She finally got up and went in to shower and grab some quick lunch. She spent a long time in the shower under the warm water, washing her hair twice to get rid of all the residual cum.


When Jana opened the door to the kitchen, the only person there was Sophie, who was finishing some yogurt.

“Come over and sit next to me,” said Sophie, “can I get you something? Would you like some yogurt?”

“No thanks, anything but yogurt. Is there any fresh fruit? said Jana.

“I think so. How about a banana?”

“No bananas, thank you,” said Jana.

“OK, then how about some strawberries or grapes?” said Sophie.

“Grapes would be great. Thank you,” said Jana.

Sophie put the bowl of grapes on the table in front of Jana as she poured her a cup of coffee, then sat down next to her.

“How are you doing today? Did you enjoy the pool? asked Sophie.

“It was fine, just fine,” replied Jana.

“Practice your backstroke?” asked Sophie.

Jana turned and looked directly at her. Sophie was smiling broadly.

“You know what happened, don’t you?” said Jana with some irritation.

“Yes. I ran into the guys when there were on their way back to the bunk house. They bragged to me about what happened. They even offered to school me too, but I told them I had a hall pass, since I was on my way to meet with Deirdre,” said Sophie.

“What were you meeting with Deirdre about?” asked Jana.

“I didn’t have a meeting with Deirdre silly, but that was a guaranteed get out of jail card,” said Sophie smiling.

“I guess so,” said Jana finally smiling.

“Look on the bright side, it’s always good to learn something new or improve on skills you already have,” said Sophie as she reached over and tickled Jana’s side.

“I guess so,” said Jana, mildly laughing now.

“Well, off to get ready for the get together. Got to brush off my birthday suit,” said Sophie smiling.

“Huh? said Jana.

“Yeah,” said Sophie “this is one of those very clothing optional types of parties. Who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky. If Deirdre is in a good enough mood anything could happen. Maybe today is your day.” Sophie tickled Jana again as she got up to leave.”

“What time do I need to be there and where is this party room? Deirdre never told me,” asked Jana.

“It starts in thirty minutes and don’t worry, I’ll come and get you at your room. Remember, we’re going dressed as twin!” was Sophie’s parting comment as she closed the kitchen door behind her.

Jana was feeling better now. Sophie always seemed to have that effect on her. Jana finished her grapes and returned to her room to brush off her own birthday suit. She had no idea what to expect, but with this crowd it could be anything.

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Jana was in much better spirits when Sophie came to escort her to the party.

“This is our first official date,” said Sophie brightly. “And we’re dressed as twins…well sort of, your suit has been altered a little better than mine.”

“Nonsense, you’re beautiful. And what’s more important, you’re beautiful on the inside too,” said Jana as she stepped forward and kissed Sophie with affection.

Hand in hand, they were off to see the wizard thought Jana, hoping that is wasn’t the wizard of too odd.

The party room was about halfway down the hallway that led to the medical rooms and on the right side of the hallway. As they stood in front of the door, Sophie knocked. The door opened slightly and Deirdre extended her hand out the door, handing a large red silk scarf to Sophie.

“Oh!” said Sophie smiling. “I guess its pin the tail on the donkey this time.”

“Pin the tail on the donkey?” asked Jana.

“Yeah, no, well not exactly, it’s actually more like pin the donkey on the tail,” giggled Sophie as she whirled the scarf into a blindfold and tied it over Jana’s eyes.

“You’re it,” giggled Sophie.

Sophie opened the door and guided Jana inside. Jana could hear soft music playing. It sounded very romantic. Suddenly Jana felt hands caressing her body everywhere and as they did she noticed that they were massaging her with a musky scented oil.

Jana’s body tensed suddenly as she remembered her ordeal on the airplane. Someone was licking her ear and sticking their tongue in it. “Relax kitten, it’s not that kind of party. This is all about pleasure.” It was Deirdre’s voice, who had recognized Jana’s sudden rigidity, as she continued to suck and nibble on Jana’s earlobes, occasionally sticking her tongue in Jana’s ear.

There were hands all over Jana, on her back, on her tits and legs and ass. Jana had never felt so aroused and relaxed at the same time. Jana could pick out Sophie and Todd’s hands. She was intimately familiar with them now. It was Todd kneading her back and neck and Sophie massaging her ass and inner thighs from the front. Occasionally Sophie would softly kiss her pussy, but never lingered there for too long.

Someone, or more precisely, someones were now licking and sucking her breasts and nipples, softly kneading them with a massaging motion. Jana was moaning in pleasure now.

“Oh God, that feels so good. Yes. Yes. Oh God, please don’t stop,” begged Jana. She was getting hot now and Deirdre could tell that she was filled with lust. Deirdre reached over and retrieved a large black vibrator from the drawer in the night stand and lubricated it, pouring a little more of the lubricant on her fingers.

Deirdre knelt behind Jana and stroked the cheeks of Jana’s ass with her lubricated fingers, eventually inserting one, then two, then three into the cavity as Jana rocked in pleasure. When Deirdre saw that Jana was stretched properly, she gently inserted the vibrator in Jana’s asshole, ever so gradually working it in until it filled Jana’s ass. Deirdre continued to move it in and out as Jana rocked her ass to meet it.

Jana’s moaning was louder now and she could barely talk. What words you could make out were not those of a preacher’s wife. “Fuck me, suck me, lick my tits, do me, don’t stop, oh fuck, please don’t stop.”

She was almost there, Deirdre thought, as she turned the vibrator full on with the next stroke up Jana’s ass. As Deirdre continue to work the now vibrating rod in and out of Jana’s ass she was squealing in joy. “Oh yes, yes, oh fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard, fuck my whore ass, I’m your slut, use me, fuck me, suck me, make me your slave, please don’t stop, I need more, more…” Jana words trailed off and became incoherent. She was only grunting and squealing now. She was lost to her animal desires.

Deirdre decided that Jana had had enough. Jana was way too close. As Deirdre removed the vibrator from Jana’s ass she signaled everyone that it was a wrap, at least for this portion of the pleasure torture. As everyone stepped back, Todd lifted Jana in his arms and carried her to the center of the circular bed, laying her on the bright scarlet colored satin sheet. Someone was straddling her moving her arms to her sides.

Jana knew it had to be either Sophie or Deirdre because there were no cock or balls pressing against her chest. The mystery was quickly solved when their firm breasts pressed together and Deirdre’s unstudded tongue disappeared into Jana’s mouth. Deirdre continued to kiss Jana passionately for some time before she moved her tongue to Jana’s ear. After nibbling and licking Jana’s ear a few times, Deirdre kissed her ear and softly whispered, “don’t move an inch, just lay here quietly and watch.”

The bed began to move beneath Jana and she realized it was a water bed. As the others joined she and Deirdre on the bed Deirdre removed her blindfold. For the first time Jana could see the room. It was circular, just like the bed with floor to ceiling mirrors all the way around and the ceiling was one large mirror as well.

On chrome racks throughout the room were candles of every size and color which provided the only light. The only thing they had it common was the musky scent they lent to the air. Incense was also burning in a large copper plate on the night stand.

Deirdre was standing now. She walked over to the nightstand and dropped the scarf. As she did, she reached up and flipped the switch on the mirrored wall above it. As she did, the circular bed began to rotate slowly as Deirdre returned and knelt to Jana’s right, facing her. The Chippendale twins, Todd and Paul, were in front of her and behind her. Deirdre smiled down at Jana and said “let us perform for you.”

With that she began to make love to Todd’s cock, licking it from one end of the shaft to the other and occasionally stroking is and rubbing the palm of her hand over the swollen orb. Paul had turned his full attention to Deirdre’s other end, alternately licking and sucking her pussy and assaulting her ass as she rocked it to meet his probing tongue.

Jana continued to lie perfectly still as Deirdre had instructed. As she looked in the overhead mirror she could see Deirdre taking Todd’s cock down her throat and Paul spreading Deirdre’s cheeks with his large hands as his tongue disappearing deeper into Deirdre’s ass.

On Jana’s other side Sophie was facing her now. Tom had his massive cock half way in her pussy now and Sophie had her eyes closed tight as she concentrated on taking the monster up her stretched hole. Kieran was lying on the bed beneath Sophie with his cock planted between her massive breasts as he pushed them together, rocking his hips back and forth as he tit fucked her.

Jana lay back in the bed taking in the wild erotic scene, thoroughly aroused, but with no way to find release. Jana was on fire and getting hotter by the moment. She wanted to reach out and grab a breast or a cock, but she knew she dare not move.

Suddenly both Kieran and Tom stood. Tom replaced Kieran on the bed and Sophie moved to straddle him. Sophie grabbed his glistening cock and guided it back into her gaping hole. Kieran moved behind Sophie and applied some lubricant to her asshole, sticking one and then two fingers into the orifice before he gradually slid his cock in until it disappeared up Sophie’s ass. Sophie was quivering now. Her eyes were closed again and she was grunting and gurgling and screeching as the two men seesawed on her gaping holes.

Jana watched wide eyed as Tom and Kieran assaulted Sophie’s ass and pussy. She had been watching the action so intently that she didn’t notice that the Chippendale boys had switched positions as well and Todd had slipped underneath Deirdre and his cock was now disappearing into her waiting pussy. Paul was kneeling behind Deirdre rubbing his cock with lubricant.

Deirdre shifted positions slightly and sucked Jana’s right tit into her mouth, just as Paul began to slowly drive his cock deep into Deirdre’s ass. As he did so, Deirdre’s screams were muffled by Jana’s breast which Deirdre had sucked into her mouth. Deirdre’s eyes were open wide and fixed on Jana as Paul buried his stiff cock into the hilt.

As Paul and Todd synchronized their rhythm Deirdre continued to suck on Jana’s breast grunting and squealing in what was pain or passion. Jana wasn’t sure which. Jana could feel her left nipple between Sophie’s lips now as she sucked and licked it. She too was grunting and squealing as Tom and Kieran jack hammered her hard.

Tom and Kieran were picking up their pace and Sophie too, was looking into Jana’s face wide eyed. Both Sophie and Deirdre reached out and grabbed one of Jana’s hands, squeezing them tightly as the men’s pace became frantic. The women released Jana’s tits at almost the same time as each of them let out a load scream as the men pounded their holes as hard as they could. As their flesh slapped together it sounded like the cracks of the riding crop on Jana’s ass when they were on the plane, she thought.

The two women continued to squeeze Jana’s hands tighter and tighter as their assed began to buck wildly as they approached orgasm. As they did, the men were about to cum themselves and finally pulled out as Sophie and Deirdre rolled over on their sides to face Jana, snuggling up to her and resting their heads on each of Jana’s shoulders both of them lost in the afterglow of an intense orgasm.

The men were kneeling above them on either side now and wildly pumping their cocks to completion, spraying their cum all over Jana’s face, neck, tits, chest and belly. Jana’s eyes were shut now as she felt the warm cum dribbling into them. Her head was spinning now, and her skin was on fire.

Jana could feel the men’s hands on her next, rubbing cum into her flesh. Deirdre and Sophie joined them, licking cum from her forehead and eyes, from her cheeks and mouth, sucking the cum from her nose and earlobes. Gradually they moved on to her neck and then her chest, licking her breasts and nipples clean as well as her stomach, all the way down to the hairline on her flaming red pussy.

Sophie rolled over on to Jana and stuck her tongue into Jana’s bell button rimming it and occasionally driving her tongue in as deep as she could go, sometimes sucking on it as well, kneading the sides of Jana’s ass the whole time. Deirdre had shimmied up the bed and was now kissing Jana passionately as she knelt on all fours straddling Jana’s chest allowing her breasts to flop into Jana’s as they let their tongues explore one another’s mouth and throat.

A fire was raging inside Jana now, hot as burning embers. As Sophie snuggled into Jana’s breasts, Deirdre moved to rest Jana’s head between her own breasts, slowly stroking Jana’s hair and cheek. As Jana lay there looking up into the overhead mirror she could see that they were alone now. The men had disappeared unnoticed. Jana was wound up tighter than a watch spring, craving release.

Jana looked up into Deirdre’s eyes longingly. She was hesitant to speak and break the spell. She summoned her courage and spoke, “Master, may I…” as Deirdre lightly pressed her index finger to Jana’s lips.

“Soon, very soon, very, very soon kitten,” was Deirdre’s only response as she kissed Jana’s forehead. The three women slept together in each other’s arms for several hours.

Sleeping fitfully because of her unfulfilled needs, Jana would occasionally awaken and look in the mirror overhead as the bed rotated slowly. Looking at Deirdre and Sophie’s bodies entwined with her, she was so close and yet so far from what she desperately needed. Fatigued and frustrated, Jana finally drifted off into a deep sleep.


Deirdre tapped Sophie on the arm to wake her as she stood above her. Sophie slowly unwrapped herself from Jana body and carefully got off the bed. They quietly padded to the door and slowly closed it behind them.

Once they were outside Deirdre turned to Sophie and said, “Let’s let her sleep as long as we can. They can monitor her from the tent on the closed-circuit. They will call you if she begins to stir.”

It was six now and they had a four hour window to work with. Both women showered and went about their last minute preparations. Deirdre headed to the tent and Sophie took her makeup case and other stuff over to Jana’s room so she would be ready.

Next Sophie headed to the medical suite to get the drug cocktail Dr. Contreras had prepared for Jana later that evening. Sophie wanted to make sure she knew how much to use and to make sure it wouldn’t leave too much of a telltale taste in the coffee, in which she planned to give it to Jana. The nurse was readying one of the beds for Jana and looked up as Sophie finished talking to Dr. Contreras.


As Deirdre opened the flap to the tent she could hear the buzz from the hive of activity inside. The church set had been struck and its replacement was now hanging high overhead. Black pipe and drape now hung blocking the view of the rest of the set. As Deirdre moved around the corner of the curtains, she could see that the rest of the set had remained almost the same. The only new addition was the tall wooden arch atop a low riser with a stone facade just beyond the blackout curtains.

As Deirdre proceeded across the set she passed the extras as they were getting into costume and having their full body makeup applied. That would take at least another two hours, Deirdre concluded. As Deirdre opened the flap to the control room everyone else was inside, including Richard.

“How are we doing” asked Deirdre. “Are we on schedule?”

“Everything is fine from our end. How is our girl?” said Tom.

“Sleeping like a baby, I figured we would wake her at the last possible moment. If she wakes any earlier, Sophie is there to keep her occupied. Just give Sophie a call if you see her stirring on the monitors,” replied Deirdre. “The more rested she is now, the better. It is going to be a long haul.”

“Are you sure she will go through with this?” asked Kieran.

“Absolutely,” replied Deirdre. “She is so amped up sexually right now, once her motor is running and she starts cuming she’ll be having orgasms for an hour. Beside, as far as she knows for now, it will be just she and I coming over to do a last minute run through of the changes that have been made to the set. The last minute element of surprise will work to our advantage.”

Deirdre continued, “You’ll need to stay quiet and keep the lights down except for the pin lights behind the blackout curtain when I bring her over. By the time she figures out this is the real thing it will be too late. Make sure the contraption is on the floor with the door open.”

“Yeah, I suppose you are right. It’s not like she will be able to run away,” said Kieran.

“Who is giving her the stimulant?” ask Tom.

“Sophie will take care of that when she is getting her in makeup,” replied Deirdre. “Doc says it will keep her going for 24 hours.”

“How fortuitous,” interjected George from behind the control panel sarcastically.

“Who’s got the dingus?” asked Richard.

“I do,” replied Kieran.

“Are you sure you want to use that?” Richard asked Deirdre seriously. “It looks like we are home free already.”

“Yeah, but that should really do the trick. That is the one thing that will stoke her emotions and resign her to her fate, I’m sure of it. But let’s make sure the cameras are on her from every angle when she opens the jewel box, especially close ups of her face. We want reaction shots, and there should be plenty of them. Once she sees the product, I have no doubt that she will start selling it right away to the audience.” Deirdre replied, raising her eyebrow.

“Do you want to queue up the music before or after the light come up,” asked Kieran.

“Let’s start the drums before the lights come up. At that point, she’ll still think we are alone and it will elevate her level of anxiety. As a matter of fact, queue the music as you start to raise the cage in the dark. We’ll want to catch her anxiety and fear immediately as the lights come up on camera and she will have had a couple of minutes to wonder what is going on. That will set the tone,” said Deirdre.

Deirdre continued, “Here is the deal, I’m heading back over in a few minutes to collect myself and figure out just exactly what I am going to tell Jana on the way over. Once you see that I have her in the cage and I have the door closed, I’ll give you the high sign. Kill the pin lights and lift the cage back up as high as it can go, starting the music at the same time and wait about 10 seconds before you gradually bring the lights up.”

As she walked toward the door flap, Deirdre turned one last time, “By the way, how are our friendly little phallic symbols?”

“We tested them out on Sophie this morning. They are the most well trained and most obedient little phallic symbols I have ever seen. Shouldn’t be a problem,” said Tom.

“OK then, I’m out of here. Break a leg everyone!” and Deirdre was gone.

The Product Ch. 13 by darkdeceptions

Back at the house Deirdre checked in on Jana and she was still sound asleep. It was almost 8 p.m. now, so there were just two hours to go. Deirdre wanted to check in with Sophie one last time before she had her wake Jana.

Sophie wasn’t in her room, so Deirdre decided to try the kitchen and sure enough Sophie was there, brewing some fresh coffee. “Oh hi,” said Sophie as Deirdre walked in.

“Are we all set to go?” asked Deirdre as she walked toward Sophie. “Is that coffee safe to drink?”

“Yeah, I haven’t prepared Jana’s Juiced Java yet,” said Sophie.

“That was certainly alliterative, I would expect no less from an English major,” said Deirdre smiling.

“Do we have time to sit down and have a cup?” asked Sophie.

“Yes, but just a few minutes, said Deirdre, “You’ll need to wake Jana soon. When you wake her make sure you sound alarmed that the three of us overslept. Tell her that I said that she and I needed to do a quick run through over in the tent to go over the changes and that we needed to do it tonight, so we wouldn’t be getting in the way in the morning because of all the last minute activity. Got that?”

“Yeah,” answered Sophie.

“Did you get the right mix of body paint and glitter worked out?” asked Deirdre.

“Yes, I tried it out on myself this morning when I was playing guinea pig. Oh, and the animal handlers were right, honey seems to work best,” replied Sophie, “Really well, as a matter of fact!”

“Good, then it looks like we are set. Go get her up and get a little yogurt or something in her before you shower her and get her madeup,” said Deirdre.

“Probably not yogurt,” replied Sophie.

“Huh?” said Deirdre confused.

“Never mind, you would have had to be there,” concluded Sophie as she went to fetch Jana.


“Jana, Jana, wake up,” said Sophie as she lightly shook Jana’s right bicep. “Come on sweetie, we’ve overslept. You need to get up.”

Jana stirred, still groggy. “What?”

“Come on, get up, we overslept. Deirdre too! She is getting ready, but she wants me to get some food in you, get you showered and made up in the new makeup, so the two of you can do a run through tonight. She needs to go over the script changes with you and we need to do it tonight because there is going to be too much going in the tent tomorrow morning to get it done, without getting in the way. So please sweetie, you need to get up.”

“Oh…OK. She wants to do it now?” said Jana still hazy from sleep.

“Yes sweetie, you need to get up now. Deirdre wants to get this done. She still has a lot of other things to get done tonight.”

As Jana rose sleepily, Sophie took her by the hand and led her down to the kitchen. Jana had some fruit and coffee.

“Come on sweetie, we need to get back to your room and get you in the shower. You go ahead and I’ll bring you another cup of coffee.”

“OK,” said Jana with a tired sigh as she padded back toward her room.

Sophie prepared Jana’s Juiced Java and followed behind her.


It was 8:45 now and Sophie needed to hurry to style and dry Jana’s hair and apply her makeup and body paint. Jana had finished her coffee after she got out of the shower and dried herself, Sophie helping and hurrying her.

As Jana entered the bedroom she was surprised that her dress and wig weren’t on the bed.

“Where are the…” Jana started to say as Sophie cut in, anticipating the question.

“They scraped the whole Church and Garden of Eden thing. When they watched the video last night they thought it looked too much like Wizard of Oz meets Mandingo. The visuals just didn’t work,” said Sophie as she applied Jana’s makeup. “They are going a different route. Deirdre will fill you in on the run through,” concluded Sophie.

Jana looked down at her body as Sophie began to apply various colors and shades of body paint, layering glitter on top. “Please stand still sweetie, I want to make you beautiful for the camera,” said Sophie.

“Sorry,” said Jana as she quit squirming around. When she looked in the mirror, she had to admit it looked pretty wild and sexy, as Sophie finished her ass, legs and feet.

Sophie stood back to admire her work, just as Deirdre arrived. “My, don’t you look wicked,” said Deirdre admiringly as she walked through the door. “You’re an artist Sophie.”

“Thanks boss,” replied Sophie.

“Jana, let’s get going so we can get this done. I have to meet the rest of the team right after I am through with you,” said Deirdre with some urgency.

They walked over to the tent with Deirdre setting a quick pace. Jana was almost out of breath when she got there. Her heart was racing and she couldn’t believe how amped up she felt. Between than and the cold evening air on her naked body, Jana was shivering. I can’t drink coffee in the evening, she thought to herself.

As Deirdre opened the flap on the tent, Jana knew they were about where the church set had been the previous day. There was pipe and drape obscuring the view of the rest of the set. The tent was completely dark except for a single pin light that was shining on to a primitive looking cage that sat approximately where the inside of the church had been.

The cage was made of rough-hewn logs about eight inches in diameter and held together by course rope. It was not tall enough to stand up in without crouching. Deirdre led Jana to the front where a simple door was located. It was swung open on its leather hinges.

“As I think Sophie told you, we’re going with a slightly edgier concept. Instead of exiting a church you will start in this cage. The whole apple thing was scrapped as well. Once you come out of the cage you can pretty much follow the lead of the extras. They will guide you through it. Tom and Kieran ran them through the choreography several times this afternoon while you…we, were sleeping. We’ve simplified it a great deal and it seems to work much better. As I say, just follow the guys lead and we’ll still end up ‘at the altar’ so to speak, and that part of the script remains exactly the same. Got it?” asked Deirdre looking at her watch. It was almost 10 p.m.

“Yes. It actually does seem a lot simpler,” replied Jana.

“Good, now remember, when the time comes, stay in character. Your need to struggle and pretend you’re frightened to death, at least until you get to the altar. You need to writhe as though you feared for your life, a lot of heaving breasts and so on. The camera loves it. OK, now let’s have you try out the cage to get you used to it,” said Deirdre as she led Jana inside and maneuvered her to the center as she held her by the hips.

“It is hard standing up in here,” said Jana as Deirdre tied the door shut with a rope.

“Well, you won’t be in there for long anyway,” said Deirdre.

“I guess it’s OK” said Jana.

“Now, about the performance,” said Deirdre, “There is some good news and some bad news. Which would you like first?” Deirdre was smiling.

Thinking nothing of it, Jana said, “The good news first, I guess.”

“Well kitten, tonight and all day tomorrow you get to cum as many times as you want to, said Deirdre pausing. “The bad news is that the roll out is now.”

With that, Deirdre gave the control room the high sign and the pin light faded to darkness. Jana could hear the pipe and drape being pulled away in the darkness to the edge of the set. In the blackness Jana was calling out to Deirdre as the cage began to be lifted in the air, higher and higher.

“Deirdre, Deirdre, what’s going on. Please tell me. Deirdre, I’m scared. Oh God, I’m afraid of heights. Oh please, Deirdre answer me…” cried Jana vainly as the drumbeat filled the tent, drowning out her cries for help.

“Deirdre, Deirdre,” Jana was screaming at the top of her voice, “Pleassse let me down, let me down, oh please…”

As the lights slowly came up, Jana’s body began to glow. She could see her hands and arms illuminated in front of her as she frantically clung to one of the wooden bars for support. The inside of the tent was awash with black lights.

Jana was whimpering now and shaking as she could see how far off the ground she was. As she looked down she could see that the altar and the path were the same, although both had streaks of fluorescent paint that shined now. At the opposite end of the path there was a rough-hewn wooden arch on a stone platform with leather straps attached to each of the corner.

Beneath the center of the arch were two large wicker baskets, with two smaller ones at the base of the arch on either side. Just beyond the arch, on each side of the path were a couple of dozen mounds covered in black satin.

The cage began to descend back toward the ground and as it did fire bowls lit up throughout the interior of the tent, sending flames lashing into the air. As the lowering cage got closer to the ground Jana realized that she was descending into her own personal hell.

As the realization set in the black mounds began to move, slowly rising into the air as the cage got closer and closer to the ground. From beneath them appeared men, but not men really. Instead of skin, they had scales, like a snake and red fleshy horns that glowed on each side of their heads. Their faces were painted with fluorescent hues that made them look like grotesque monsters. And finally, and most frighteningly to Jana, their massive cocks were glowing red, like hot pokers.

Jana was frantic now, screaming at the top of her voice, “Oh please no, no not this, oh please anything but this…” as she remembered her ordeal on the plane. As the cage neared bottom Jana was screaming at the top of her lungs. Not words but screaming in absolute fear, screaming for her life, as loud and shrill as she could. Jana’s cries were blood curdling shrieks that could be heard over the deafening drum beat.

When the cage was finally on the ground, the men, devils really, began to slowly move toward Jana. As they did, they raised their heads for the first time. Jana could now see that their eyes were red and leering at her with a cruel lust that made Jana’s screams ever more blood curdling and frantic.

Jana was at the back of the cage now as the fiends untied the rope and threw the door open. Jana clung to the bars with both arms as the creatures tugged at her, groping her all the while. They were too strong for her, but Jana continued to try and clutch the wooden bars on the bottom of the cage, hard as she could in absolute desperation, as they dragged her out, leaving her in a heap of flesh near the base of the arch. Jana was in a fetal position now shaking like a leaf.

Suddenly someone grabbed her hair tightly and yanked her to her feet. Instinctively Jana tried to protect herself by covering her tits and pussy with her hands and arms. Other hands immediately reached out and pulled her arms away from her body, stretching them wide apart. Jana kept her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to meet the gaze of the man viciously yanking her hair.

There were more hands now and she was being lifted off the ground and as they did, they moved forward until her body was pressed hard against the man who suddenly released her hair. They raised her off the ground until she was face to face with the man she knew had to be the giant. Jana continued to keep her eyes closed tightly. The men had her pressed hard against him now. Jana could feel her hard tits pressed against his muscular chest.

Even as she was raised high in the air, his massive cock still pressed against her swelling pussy. The giant roughly grabbed Jana’s chin and brought her eye to eye. Eyes open now, Jana shuddered as he leered at her through his evil red eyes. “You’re lucky we have a script to follow, otherwise I would have them lowering that sweet little pussy of yours onto my cock right now.”

With that the giant made a hand motion and the men lifted Jana even higher in the air above their heads. They had formed a circle around the arch and passed Jana’s body all the way around several times. They were holding her face down, so that as they passed her feet first from man to man, they licked and groped every inch of her exposed body, licking and sucking on her tits and pussy as she went round and round.

On the final turn Jana was brought to an upright position facing the altar. There were men holding her arms and legs and someone had his huge hands clutching Jana’s ass, helping keep her high in the air. Jana was no longer screaming or fighting, it was almost as though she was no longer in her body, but was watching things unfold from a safe distance, several feet behind her.

The men were moving up the steps in front of the arch now and Jana could see the top of the arch directly above her head as they lifted her toward it. Many of the men were swarmed around her now and she could see and feel them tying leather straps to her wrists and ankles as they bound her spread eagle, tethered to the arch, suspended in midair.

Their job complete, the men receded from the platform and disappeared into the darkness as the lights dimmed and only Jana’s body remained washed in constantly changing colored lights. As Jana hung suspended in the air, her mind was racing. She struggled to find meaning and hope in what the giant had just said. They had really thrown a scare into her. I guess they got their money’s worth. All she had to endure now was whatever happened to her between here and the altar, and then it would be over. She could get through this, she resolved.

Suddenly the giant moved forward out of the darkness. As he did, he slowly ascended the stairs and came to a stop immediately in front of Jana. He reached up and ran his hand all over Jana’s tits and chest and down her sides. He circled both her legs with his hands and stroked her wet pussy briefly before he cupped her ass with both of his massive hands, drawing her body forward as his huge tongue lapped at her pussy a couple of times.

Although she was struggling to avoid his touches her body betrayed her and she thrust her pussy into his waiting tongue, but as she did he stepped back and looked up directly into her eyes with an evil red glare. The giant moved forward now and opened a small pot between the large baskets and dipped his hands into it, replacing the top before he rose toward Jana. He now reached up and smeared the sticky substance on both of Jana’s breasts and smeared it thoroughly over her pussy and ass, making sure he got gobs of it up her pussy and ass holes. Jana was frightened now. She was breathing hard and had no idea what to expect next. Were the men going to suddenly return and maul her as she hung there helplessly?

The answer was soon forthcoming. The giant moved to the smaller basket on the right and opened the lid. He slowly withdrew a long black snake like the one from the apple tree. He held it high over his head, directly in front of Jana’s face so she could get a good look at it and then moved closer and closer to Jana. As the snake slithered in his hands he thrust it out toward Jana’s right breast.

She was writhing now in the leather restraints trying to avoid the snake’s head that was being thrust toward her breast. The giant guided the snake’s head over her breast and rubbed it into her soft breast and nipple. The snake began to dart its tongue at the sticky substance, flicking its long tongue at Jana’s tender nipple. Jana was breathing hard and her chest was heaving ferociously. Jana was shaking in fear again as the giant draped the snake over her right shoulder. Slithering around her arm and neck, but eventually coiling itself partially around her left breast as it fed off the sticky substance.

The giant moved to the small basket on the left and retrieved another, slightly larger snake and repeated the process. Jane was shaking uncontrollably now as the snakes were coiled around both her breasts, slowly licking away the stickiness from her breasts and nipples.

As the giant moved now to the larger baskets, Jana was filled with both dread and a heightened sense of anxiety. The giant retrieved not one, but two more snakes, each twice as large as the first two. The giant brought both snakes up close to Jana’s face caressing each side of her face with the snakes’ massive heads as they peered at her through their dead eyes. The snakes tongues darted out and licked the sweat that was pouring from her forehead, darting their exploring tongues into her noise and ears and mouth as she continued to scream at the top of her lungs.

The giant now moved out of sight, behind Jana and she could feel one of the serpent’s tongues lashing into her ass as her cheeks quivered with each thrust of its darting tongue. Placing the rest of the serpent’s body on her right thigh, it coiled around her leg and continued to lap at the stickiness gradually working its tongue farther into Jana’s asshole. Hard as she tried and as repellant as it was Jana’s body was betraying her as she was becoming more and more aroused.

Next the giant moved back to Jana’s front and he held the largest of the snakes back in Jana’s face holding it directly in front of her mouth as its tongue darted repeatedly to the back of her mouth and then lowered it to the small patch of red hair between her legs. As the snake flicked its tongue across her moist clit an electric jolt shot through Jana’s body. Jana’s eyes were glazed over now and with each flick of the massive serpents tongue, Jana’s pussy thrust out to meet it.

The snake was now coiled solidly around her left leg and was greedily licking at Jana’s honey-sweetened pussy. Jana’s hips were rocking furiously now as the serpent drove its tongue into her dripping wet hole and then back across her clit. The harder she bucked the tighter the serpents coiled around her legs and tits, heightening Jana’s pleasure and anxiety as the serpents flicked at her tender nipples and squeezed her tits, all the while she felt the larger snakes thrusting their long tongues up her ass and pussy.

The tension of the last week of frustration and denial came to a boil and Jana finally erupted into one orgasm after another. Her body shook and rocked and writhed as she swung back and forth on her leather tether. Head flung back, Jana was screaming like a wild beast as the orgasms cascaded over her one after another. The giant had receded back into the darkness and Jana was now alone except for the serpents coiled around her writhing body, driving her toward oblivion. Jana’s orgasms continued to come in waves. The serpents’ tongues were relentless.

As Jana hung free on her leather restraints her hips continued to rock back and forth to the rhythm of the serpents tongues. The light was narrower now and exclusively focused on Jana’s heaving chest and quivering body as she shuddered with each orgasm.

The cameras overhead were capturing Jana’s every movement, as they had from the beginning of the ordeal. The other cameramen had moved in close now and were capturing close ups of Jana’s tit’s and pussy, revealing the wetness from her swollen pussy as her juices freely flowing down each of her legs and every flick of the serpents’ tongues on her engorged and sensitive nipples.

One of the overhead cameras was focused on Jana’s face. Her head was tilted back as though it were hanging loose from her body, her eyes wide open and rolled to the back of her head, her nostrils were flaring as she breathed, desperately trying to keep up with the latest orgasm to sweep across her body. Jana’s mouth was wide open and you could see from the contortions of her face muscles that she was screaming, but they went unheard, drowned out by the burgeoning drum beat.

The cameras continued to follow her every contorted movement, every breath, every thrust of her hips and jiggle of her breasts as the snakes remained firmly wrapped around them causing the front of her breasts to bulge out like balloons toward the onslaught of their tongues. Minutes, what seemed like hours, passed as Jana’s body continued to explode from the inside until a sense of almost numbness overwhelmed her body.

Jana’s facial muscles slowly relaxed and the only movement was the flaring of her nostrils as she breathed more slowly now. Jana’s body was now motionless except for her shallow breathing, hanging limply from the leather restraints over her head. The restraints at her ankles were loose now, having been stretched by her convulsing body. The serpents continued to feed hungrily on her engorged pussy and ass.

The Product Ch. 14 by darkdeceptions

“Well, you pegged it, almost an hour,” said George admiringly. “That was 54 minutes by my calculation.”

“Let’s give it another couple of minutes on close ups,” said Deirdre, “before we move on to round two. Make sure there are a lot of tight macro shots of all the important places. That will keep our discerning audience occupied for a while.”

“Tom. What do the numbers look like, so far?” asked Deirdre.

“By the time we were 15 minutes in we had doubled the number of online buys that we had on pre-order and they’re still going up. I’ve never seen numbers like these. I had to add extra bandwidth to handle the demand,” said Tom excitedly.

“Imagine what the residual sales are going to be on the DVDs,” said Kieran staring at the monitors intently as he switched the feed from camera to camera.

“We already have people ordering the downloadable version for tomorrow; a lot of them are the same people watching it now. This is something,” said Tom enthusiastically.

“We need to seriously think about getting the new line of Jana products into production as soon as possible while this is still hot stuff and fresh on everyone’s mind,” said Deirdre calculatingly. “I can see Jana body paint and glitter, not to mention blow up dolls, for our more socially awkward demographic. And all the little boys watching are going to want a new glow in the dark red cock to stroke their honeys with. Of course, they’re going to have to be much larger than anything we currently market.”

“Pity their poor wives,” said Kieran looking up from the console in front of the monitors momentarily, “we’d better include a tube of lubricant with every one of them. It’s a pity we don’t get a kick back from all the gynecologists” said Kieran with a laugh.” “They are going to be busy the next six months fixing lots of aching pussies.”

“Fortunately, the product team is already working on it and procurement is ramping up and busy scheduling production time in Asia,” said Richard in a business like sort of way. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves people, let’s focus on the job at hand.”

“Richard is right,” said Deirdre seriously. “We still have almost 22 hours to go.”

“Are you sure about using the photo of she and her sons in the box?” asked Richard again as he leaned over and whispered into Deirdre’s ear. “She looks like putty to me right now. I really don’t think it is necessary. It would be overkill…and it could be our ace in the hole down the line, if we need to control her.”

“You mean aces,” said Deirdre cynically as she looked up to Richard from the edge of the console. “OK. Yes then, I agree with you, looking at her now, you’re probably right, I agree, we don’t need to worry anymore.”

Deirdre reached for a pen and tore off a piece of white note paper from the pad in front of her. She quickly scribbled a note and handed it to Richard. “Give this to one of the floor team and have them substitute it in the box. But make sure they give you the photo back. We don’t want that falling into the wrong hands accidentally.”


Jana continued to hang from her tether motionless except for her shallow breathing. The demon like figures started to emerge from the darkness as the ground began to fill with a low lying fog-like mist. The demons made their way to the arch slowly and as they mounted it they began to unwind the serpents from Jana’s limp body.

She breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out the door of her office. Work had been very testing for her and she needed to free up some tension. She headed down the road towards town, her heels click-clacking as she moved. She looked quite conservative in her uniform, she wore tights and a knee length pencil skirt with a fitted shirt buttoned up over her ample cleavage. No one would know to look at her that she was a cock hungry whore who wore no panties and craved cock in any hole. As she headed into the supermarket and picked up a basket, she looked round at the other shoppers. A tall, fair haired man caught her eye as he walked by, then disappeared down the wine aisle. She smiled to herself, the mood she was in made her think of cock and she wondered what his would feel like if he thrust it into her now damp pussy.

She walked round the supermarket searching for items on her shopping list. She felt a vibration against her leg, her phone buzzed and she reached to get it out of her coat pocket. It was a text.

“Slut, you better have your toy with you. I don’t care where you are, go and put it up your tight wet cunt immediately.”

It was her master, the filthy bastard that made her ache for his cock. Her pussy tingled and her nipples stiffened just from reading his text. She turned around and headed towards the toilets, she was an obedient slut and her vibrating egg was in her handbag, charged and ready to buzz her into a mind blowing orgasm. She locked herself in a cubicle and took off her shoes, she slid her tights down her long slender legs and put them in her bag. The filthy slut spread her legs and parted her swollen, slick pussy lips slipping in the egg inside her. As she did so she realised she didn’t have the remote for the toy, her master did. Had he realised this? What was the point of it being inside her if she couldn’t switch it on? He couldn’t know where she was, could he? The text had said he didn’t care where she was. Confused but still excited she put her heels back on and opened a few buttons of her shirt to make her cleavage visible, then headed back out to the store to complete her shopping.

As she walked she couldn’t help but look round too see if she could see her master, she was so busy scanning the aisles and searching faces, she let out a gasp as the egg started vibrating violently in her pussy. She stopped and gripped the shelf of yoghurts in front of her, a elderly lady stopped to ask her if she was ok, but all she could do was nod as she knew if she opened her mouth more gasps and groans would escape her. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down her body as the toy drove her wild. She felt another buzzing now, it was coming from her phone again.

“Keep moving,” the text simply said.

He was here.

She took a deep breath in and then carried on sauntering around the shelves of food. As she walked she could feel pussy juice running out of her cunt and down her thighs, all she could think of was cock filling her up and stretching her open. She would love to be bent over and given a good hard fucking against one of the racks in front of her. As she cornered the next aisle she came face to face with the fair haired man that had caught her eye earlier. He smile at her and then walked on by. She thought of his cock again and wondered what he would think of her if he knew what a dirty bitch she was? Her phone buzzed again, bringing her thoughts back to her master.

“Go back to the toilets, go into a cubicle but do not lock the door,” the message read.

She nearly came as she read it, he was coming for her. She rushed to the toilets, desperate to feel his rock hard tool inside her, she loved getting her rewards for being a good girl. She went into the end cubicle, pushed the door to and left it unlocked as he’d told her, she took off her coat and pulled up her skirt ready for him to take her. She heard the buzz of her phone.

“Bend over the toilet you filthy whore.”

She did as she was told, her clit was now so swollen, she’d probably cum as soon as she felt the tip of his cock against her lips. She heard footsteps coming towards her cubicle, her breathing quicken with anticipation of what was about to happen. The door opened but she didn’t turn round, she stayed where she was, legs parted and ready, obeying his request. The door clicked as he locked it, she listened to every sound, desperate for the moment his shaft would plunge into her. His belt buckle opened, his zip pulled down, the ruffle of his pants dropping to his ankles. Finally the head of his tool rubbed against her lips and she gripped the toilet lid, trying her best not to scream with pleasure. She pushed herself back towards him, urging him to pull the egg out and fuck her pussy, instead he carried on teasing her with his dick, rubbing himself against her pussy lips and clit. She bit down on her bottom lip, she wanted to command him to fuck her, but she couldn’t tell him what to do she had to follow his orders, he was in charge.

He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue from her clit, over her pussy to her tight arse hole. She pushed her ass further into his face as he made her wet and ready for him, his cock was so hard he was now desperate to give the slut what she wanted. Silence fell between them both as they heard the sound of footsteps coming into the toilets, a cubicle door slammed shut and then the sound of another woman peeing. Now he was really going to test her.

He guided his tool towards her ass and slowly pushed himself inside her. She managed to muffle a scream of pleasure as he entered her and started to thrust his shaft, all the way in up to his nuts, then back out again. As he fucked her she started to cum, she let out her moans and groans as quietly as she could, not noticing the sound of the tap running at the sink. As the sound of the hand dryer kicked in he picked up the pace and fucked her hard wanting to share in her orgasm. He drove his solid tool into her ass hard, he gripped her hips and gave her all he had. His cock exploded inside her and filled her tight hole with his creamy cum as they both gasped, he carried on thrusting gently until she had his whole load inside her.

She collapsed against the toilet as he pulled his cock out of her, the egg stopped buzzing inside her as he pulled his pants back on. She stood up and turned round, but as she did her mouth dropped open in surprise. It wasn’t her master that had been fucking her ass, but the fair haired man she’d seen shopping. He smiled at her and nodded his head then turned and let himself out of the cubicle.

She sat down on the toilet, dazed and confused, when the buzz of her phone brought her out of her thoughts.

“You dirty whore, you let a stranger fuck your arse… you need to be punished. Now take your toy out of your cunt and walk outside to my car. Do not put your tights back on, I want to seem cum running down your thighs by the time you get here slut.”

He’d set her up. And now he wanted to punish her.

She felt a flutter of excitement in her cunt as she quickly pulled her skirt down and put her coat on. She had been a very naughty slut.

‘O’ For Men

The hum of the kazoo signified that the vigorous working in and out of the strap on dildo up Conan’s arse had breached even his high pain threshold. Alexandra, still mindful of the occasion he had left her trussed her up for hours in darkness, gave one last sphincter stretching thrust before withdrawing the ersatz member. It was coated with rectal mucus and lubricant, a faint smattering of shit.

Alexandra couldn’t resist giving his arse a good slap with the studded paddle he had disciplined her with earlier. Before she released him from the bondage stocks she kissed him passionately on the lips. Alexandra felt closer to him than she had ever done; surely this proved there was some depth and sincerity of the emotions he professed to feel towards her. While he had never told her he loved her, or liked her for that matter, his eagerness to assuage her and genuine despair at the prospect of her breaking off their arrangement must surely hint at something beneath his chilly abstracted demeanour she had surmised.

“I love you,” said Alexandra, momentarily drowning in his blue eyes. She immediately regretted saying it, seeing a curious mixture of alarm and disgust wash over his face. Then his face relaxed into a broad grin and he croaked, “I love you…” On his release from the bondage stocks he scooped her into arms and kissed her passionately, holding her tight. They dressed and smoked cigarettes.

Alexandra felt exhilarated, feeling they now both wanted the same thing, to be a ‘proper’ couple in a secure and loving relationship. Driving home in the car there was an easy atmosphere, and she had never seen Conan so relaxed. Alexandra was not neurotically needy and was smart enough to know pushing him for a further declaration of love would be counter productive so she just enjoyed the inane chit chat. Yet when he dropped her off at her parents’ house he did not glance back or offer a wave. Disconcerted, Alexandra fumbled and dropped the front door key.

Metal Fingers in my Body

Alexandra’s parents were elderly and clinically depressed and were always comatose on Zopiclone come 10 o’clock at night. She could troop around the house with impunity. Asleep her parents carried on as if they were their waking selves, bickering and mumbling, her father loosing farts of frightening velocity at regular intervals. She had her hair combed back severely and collected in a bead crochet scrunchie and looked like she’d just got back from the gym (which was her intention) in tracksuit and trainers.

She threw the sports holdall, which contained her switch hitter costume, onto the kitchen floor. Alexandra poured herself a generous measure of her father’s vodka, dropped a couple of ice cubes into the glass and sat at the kitchen table. She lit a cigarette, using a saucer as an ashtray. She liked neat vodka and hated the fact that at social gatherings she was always offered white wine and hated the fact even more she never had the courage to tell them to fuck off and get her proper drink, one that would put ‘hair on her tits’ as her father charmingly put it.

She could hear her parents’ synchronous rattling snores downstairs and derived comfort from it. If she was honest Alexandra enjoyed being at home, while her parents were cranky and demanding she felt secure there, and there was little stigma attached to her about still being in the family domicile. Everyone knew how hard it was to rent never mind to buy in the fucked economic climate and in most people’s eyes her continuing residence made her a saintly figure.

There she was a beautiful intelligent young woman, who could go anywhere and be with anyone, yet she stayed at home to devotedly look after her aged and confused parents. She felt little real affection for them, as they had been cold and diffident parents, and she enjoyed the control she now exerted over them.

Alexandra bought dozens of strips of tranquilizers from a black market source and kept them topped up morning and night so their lives were largely somnambulant. Increasingly, she felt a compulsion to assert her power in relationships, to control, to pay back perceived slights. Alexandra wondered why she was still here. Her life with Conan was to her knowledge was still a secret and she was regarded as shy and virginal, a good girl.

She should be a model, people would say. Why are you still in this shit hole town. She’d mention her internship and hopes for the future and lowering her voice mention her parents. That was her cover story. Truth be told she was struggling to figure herself out. She was that rarest of things, a female outsider. She disliked the company of males, who she found on the whole to be boorish, arrogant or weak and yet she had no female friends either.

Alexandra reserved her most vehement loathing for ‘girly’ girls, like her erstwhile flatmate in the University Halls, who would squeal at the sight of anything pink and was endlessly pampering herself and preening. Alexandra poured another drink and lit another cigarette and got her smartphone from the holdall. No texts or missed calls. The prick was freezing her out she just knew it. In Conan she could sense a certain duality with herself; they were both in possession of compressed passions, paradoxical needs and confused emotional states.

They were both repressed, despite their uninhibited sex sessions, reserved and aloof yet insecure and needy. It was a case of who blinked first, she thought, and I, Alexandra Rasputin, self styled ice maiden, have been a silly bitch and blown the ruse. I love you Conan. Fuck me. She started to text him, to apologise for her emotional incontinence, but halfway through decided it would exacerbate matters so she deleted the draft and concentrated on the vodka instead. Normally a couple of belts loosened her but she felt increasingly agitated, like something bad was about to enter stage right.

The sex. She enjoys the sex. Alexandra had been called a frigid bitch and a lesbian at school and college because she repelled all sexual advances, but while she was curious about sex she felt nauseous at the thought of any emotional attachment intercourse may engender and the thought of giving her virginity away cheaply to some oaf on a one night stand offended her intellect deeply.

Plus all the men she had met were arseholes, not remotely worthy of her pussy. If she hadn’t met Conan, or any potential suitors had hit the £100,000 minimum imposed on the e-bay auction for her hymen, her cherry would no doubt be still there for the picking. When she first saw Conan she desired him instantly, what woman wouldn’t, cool, sardonic, handsome with a gym buffed body. It was the contract though that made the sex possible, the thought of the fucking being a commercial arrangement, though she did worry it made her look whorish, but her rationale was that the arrangement made her financially independent and sexually empowered. Also, the heavily stylised nature of their sexual liaisons, with the theatricality of their role play performances, the dressing up, the use of props, it seemed they did more acting now than actual fucking.

Alexandra couldn’t remember the last time she’d sucked his cock or had it in her. It was all studded paddles and whips and butt plugs and nipple clamps with mutual masturbation at the end of it. Conan liked to wank off on her face while she sucked his balls and she didn’t mind this as it saved the wearisome prospect of performing fellatio for Christ knows how long (he always took a seeming eternity to come) and the obligatory catching his ejaculate at the back of her throat.

She’d only swallowed his cum a few times; he seemed to enjoy having it passed back into his mouth or spat on his balls. And they had never had penetrative sex in the Rumpo Room. He’d tried to stick his cock up her arse once when she was trussed up in the strappado but her frantic thrashings (she’d nearly dislocated a fucking shoulder) dissuaded him from forced entry. So she had the best of all things; a financial contract obliging her to have sex, an obligation that actually entailed very little fucking. And she enjoyed the moderate pain.

The paddles and whips she found frankly ridiculous and just left her with a sore arse, but she enjoyed the ropes and the spreader bar, the hot wax, it made her feel cool and clear inside and helped dispel her neuroses and self loathing. It kept the horror at a distant, those crippling feelings of futility and insignificance that would creep up on her during the wolf hour. She rubs her temples and lights another cigarette, the kitchen now wreathed in smoke. Her phone vibrates. A text from Conan. He can never see her again. He will continue to finance her but she should never contact him or turn up at work again. The prick. Even though she had been half expecting it she feels a cold rage and hurls the glass of vodka at the wall. He’s got some balls, especially after the Al Jolson shit he’d pulled the week before.

Was this some power play shit? Was she meant to ring him (no doubt to greeted by his anodyne voice mail message) to confirm she was needy and possessive, a hysterical wandering womb? Or was it some repressed homophobic fear because she’d polished his prostate? Give him his due, he had acquiesced and let his asshole be roundly fucked while she had refused him the pleasure of taking her arse virginity. It wasn’t so much a sense of propriety that made Alexandra repel his anal advances but rather the prospect of pain and the hygiene implications. After he’d suggested to her they make the taking of her arse virginity the centrepiece of a Rumpo Room assignation she’d had a dry run, alone in her bedroom and her parents snorting incongruously in chemical slumber next door, with a vibrator.

Lubed up she only got it a few inches in before she felt a sharp stab of pain and more alarmingly thought she was going to shit herself. Dirty anal. She’d watched a programme the other week, a peek behind the scenes of the porn industry, mainly to gauge the extent of her whorishness. Her perception of herself was that she was on a par with or slightly superior to the wife or girlfriend of a successful professional footballer.

The porn actresses spoke about the adult industry’s obsession with anal and double penetrations. Contrary to Alexandra’s preconception of porn actresses being either lobotomised bimbos or fucked up drug cases they came across as hard nosed and business orientated, while their male counterparts were whiny and emasculated away from the cameras. The actresses spoke in a matter of fact way about their gym routines and diets, how they eschewed alcohol and the need to watch their food and drink intake around shoots.

No heavy meals before a deep throat scene else you were liable to leave your lunch on your co-stars balls. And coffee was a no no up to a day before an anal extravaganza, indeed you practically had to fast in case you shit everywhere on set. At this point Ron Jeremy was wheeled in to provide an evidential anecdote, explaining how a ‘chick’ had once excreted all over him after an energetic pounding in the reverse cowgirl position.

The actresses were technocrats of the body, more akin to athletes in their corporeal discipline than the whores of Babylon of popular conception. Where the fuck was her mind going? The vodka was affecting her now, muddying her thought processes. She kicked off a trainer and stubbed her cigarette out on the sole of her foot. Alexandra bit her hand to stifle a scream. The pain helped focus her mind and roused her from her stupor more effectively than half a dozen black coffees. Yes she could make excuses for Conan, consider the mitigating circumstances.

Fuck that, thinks Alexandra. That is what good girls do. Keep away from the phone for a start. What to do? She puts the kettle on. Alexandra considers making an espresso but remembering the shitting porn star settles for a cup of green tea. Conan you old slut, let me think about this.

To be discontinued…

For a superficially distant and cruelly sardonic man Conan Steel was a surprisingly generous and attentive lover, at least away from the Rumpo Room. There he is the hammer and she the anvil, he dominant she submissive, but here on the king-size bed in the master bedroom of his exclusive luxury beach front villa in Fleetwood they are equals. He is gently fingering Alexandra’s wet pussy and licking her clitoris as she runs her scarlet fingernails through his leonine blonde hair. She is moaning softly, her long sinuous legs hooked around his broad muscular shoulders, in a transcendent state of ecstasy.

Of course, with Conan being her only lover, Alexandra has no one to compare his sexual prowess to, but she cannot imagine another man measuring up to him, not least in the cock department. She regards his dick as a beautiful thing, a piece of flesh art, circumcised and vein less, of considerable girth and length, as if carved from the finest marble by Michelangelo.

Conan kisses her stomach tenderly and works his upwards until they fuse in a passionate kiss, tongues deep in each other’s mouths, his hand still on her cunt, rubbing her clitoris, transporting her to the dizziest heights of pleasure. They are both dripping with sweat, from the sex and the electric blanket he had to put on due to the inclement summer weather. Alexandra is begging him to enter her but he refuses, till she is feverish with cock hunger. Finally he mounts her, and even then he is a cunt tease, keeping the tip of his cock just inside her pussy and working it in and out before she digs her nails deep into his back and practically pulls him into her. Her eyes (she has two of them) roll upwards and she nearly loses consciousness as the monster schlong ploughs her. Conan now moves up a gear, pounding her mound relentlessly, pausing now and again to wipe his dripping brow on her stiff nippled tits. Alexandra is now so dong delirious she has entered into a shamanistic state, speaking in an alien tongue, begging him to lob his load up her in fluent Urdu. Conan moans. Alexandra groans. The cock carnival has made her eyes cross in a manner suggestive of the silent film actor Ben Turpin.

Conan’s eyes (he also has two) are now cobalt erotic laser beams burning his initials onto her undulating breasts. Her legs are now so far up his back she is stroking his ears with her toes. She has been training her pussy to have a tighter grip all week by inserting a fountain pen up her vagina and clenching it with her cunt muscles (when her mother had walked in on her doing this she did not seem convinced by Alexandra’s explanation that she was composing a shopping list; her father later told her she could keep hold of his pen). Her super tight super bad sex swamp begins to work its magic and Steel’s almost supernatural sexual self control begins to waver.

Alexandra is frenzied, having orgasm after orgasm and she is in almost a catatonic state when Conan comes deep inside her, they are merged at the groin, melting into each other’s bones, becoming as one. They lie satiated side by side, gazing intently into each others eyes (all four of them, now not rolling upwards) communicating profound inner truths without so much as a word…they had come a long way since the first time she had entered the Rumpo Room….

The Rumpo Room

Alexandra had been full of trepidation the first time Conan had taken her to the Rumpo Room. They had driven there in near silence in Conan’s top of the range Nissan Micra. It was located in an erstwhile retail unit in a largely abandoned industrial estate on the outskirts of town. Getting out of the car, on a bleak November evening, Alexandra had smiled nervously at Conan who had remained sullenly impassive.

“We are now master and slave,” was all he offered. She pissed a little in her lace panties. The ones her mother had lain out for her.

“This…” she had offered, pointing at the windowless concrete bunker. Conan nodded and pushed her towards it.

For a moment she wondered if she was in the company of a sociopath and if she would ever make it home. They entered the bunker in complete darkness, his breath heavy on her neck. He flicked a switch. Fluorescent strip lightning flickered before casting a yellow glare. Alexandra gasped when the Rumpo Room was finally revealed to her. Conan switched on the electric heating to combat the midwinter chill. The walls were covered with red padded leather. Attached to the far wall was a metal St Andrew’s cross, with a spanking bench positioned directly in front of the saltire. Above the X frame was a canvas print of a Triskelion.

The Rumpo Room was full of objects and contraptions that fascinated, scared and repelled Alexandra; whips and chains, paddles, a titty twister machine, a strappado, handcuffs and a variety and dildos, a signed photograph of Jimmy Saville (Note to editor: Please change this to a suitably apposite cultural reference for the American market. Dennis Rodman perhaps? Also I’ve lost track of the arses and asses. Note to author: We live in Google world you techno illiterate British asshole). They stood in silence until the room was suitably heated and then changed into Victorian period costumes, which took the best part of an hour. Alexandra texted her mother to say she’d only be back late which drew a stern rebuke from Conan and the promise of ‘An extra swish of the paddle.”

Conan looked dapper in a white linen shirt, calf length frockcoat and stovepipe hat, but the fact he was trouser less leant his appearance an incongruous aspect, his mighty erection poking out from the folds of the coat. Alexandra was sweet and demure in a poke bonnet and tea gown.

“Be seated child,” said Conan solemnly, gesturing at a hard wooden bench in the centre of the Rumpo Room. Obediently Alexandra sat down.

“I shall now read to you from the bible of the damned,” bellowed Conan, taking a copy of De Sade’s The 120 Days of Sodom from one of his frockcoat pockets.

He reads to her in a monotone voice for about half an hour and Alexandra soon zones out, stuff about newborn babies being killed in front of their mothers and some old bastard wanking off while young girls were tortured washing over her head. She became increasingly uncomfortable on the bench and her legs had become numb. Alexandra felt a surge of relief when Conan barked ‘Assume the position.”

She bent over the bench and pointed her buttocks upwards.

“You must now learn what happens to bad girls,” said Conan, patting his left palm with a paddle. He raises it high and then slaps her bottom hard.

“Are you grateful for your first lesson in pain my child?”

“Yes…my arse was asleep.”

Back to the Villa

Alexandra had sucked Conan’s balls and dick to get him stiff and was now reaping the fruits of the labour by riding him vigorously. She can fuck him for ages and he stays diamond cutter hard and doesn’t come until she tells him to, and she can go at her own pace, slowly grinding her pussy on his dick before working up to a prick pummelling fury.

All the while he lies remote and impassive, as if the effort in staying hard and delaying his orgasm has become too arduous to enjoy the sex. Despite her multiple orgasms she finds his resolute self control a little disquieting. Once she was fucking him in the reverse cowgirl position and she looked over her shoulder to gaze into his bleakly seductive eyes only to find him absently reading Autotrader.

“Oh baby, you’ve fucked me dry. Shoot it in me.”

Conan suddenly is energised, rolling her onto her back and putting her legs over his shoulders.

“Watch my cock go in and out,” he whispers to her. She is hypnotised by the sight of his membrum virile sliding in and out of her pussy.

“Not only do I have a dong as big as king kong,” announces Steel arrogantly, “I’ve got a fast arse as well.”

He pumps her furiously, hiking her legs up high with his shoulders and pinning her arms to the bed.

“You’re hurting me.”

Conan’s eyes rotate anti-clockwise in their sockets as he blasts his baby seed deep into her cunt. He groans. She gasps. He moans. She rasps.

“You’ve frightened me…” whispers Alexandra.

“You’re frightened? I thought my banjo string had gone on the vinegar stroke…”

After sex, Conan’s reserve dissipated. As they lay side by side enjoying the mutual post-coital glow, he began to tell her of his tormented childhood, how his mother died young from cancer leaving him at the mercy of a brutal alcoholic father, who crazed by grief, would make Conan give him foot massages and light scented candles after he returned home from the office, and how he had to stay in his room and subsist on microwave lasagnes and lemonade when ‘Uncle’ Sandy stayed over at the weekends.

He shudders at the memory of his father, just after his mother has died, drowning his pain in bottles of champagne and how the despair made him jump around the living room laughing dementedly and repeatedly shouting ‘result’. As Conan related the story a salty tear dripped down his cheek and he seemed in a different world, quivering with emotion he held Alexandra tight in his arms, and she paused from trying to dislodge a pubic hair from between her front teeth to smile reassuringly at him.

She too had a troubled childhood, the child of elderly Russian immigrants who refused to integrate with their new community and expected Alexandra, a mere child, to look after them. They too were emotionally cold and their penny pinching ways meant Alexandra had a Dickensian childhood. Alexandra starts to relate to Conan the story of when she had to attend a school disco in just a bin liner but his loud snores curtail the recital…poor thing, the strenuous love making had exhausted him.

Later they sat in the living room sipping champagne, Conan in his dressing gown, Alexandra in one of his shirts, content to be silent in each other’s company. Alexandra admired the framed retro film posters that adorned the walls which evidenced his esoteric tastes and cultivation; Mutiny on the Buses, Come Play with Me and Adventures of a Private Eye. His choice of music too speaks of his exquisite sensibility, Kiss’ Heaven’s on Fire purring in the background.

“Conan…” said Alexandra a little apprehensively, “I think I love you…”

Steel throws his champagne glass against the wall, narrowly missing the dart board on the far wall.

“Sweep that up bitch and don’t forget the terms of our contract.”

Alexandra recoiled from his sudden burst of fury.

“I can’t do this anymore…it’s gone too deep…” she cried, tears collecting in her eyes. Conan gently brushed his hands through her luxurious shoulder length raven hair and was momentarily lost in her flawless porcelain beauty.

“Please forgive me my loutishness…I wonder if will ever be able to love. Deep down we are both alike, like a mirror image of each other. You too have a sliver of ice in your heart…”

“But I love you…”

“You think you do but if I reciprocated your feelings you would run from me…I know you Alexandra…now get that picked up…”

Alexandra got down on her knees and collected the shards of glass up. Conan went into the bedroom and she could hear him rattling about in the wardrobe. She flops on the couch and lights a cigarette, blowing smoke rings out of her pussy. Conan enters the room naked except for a white turban holding a pungi, the flute like instrument sourced from a gourd that snake charmers use to entice a serpent from a basket. He begins to play it expertly, and as its reedy melodies swirl around the room, Alexandra’s eyes are inextricably drawn to Conan’s flaccid member, dangling around his knee caps.

The music casts an incantatory spell on Alexandra, she cannot take her eyes off his monster dong which is beginning to slowly stiffen and harden in synchronisation with the melody and drone as it increases in pitch and intensity. Like a zombie she approaches him, drops to her knees and hungrily sucks his ball. Conan’s prick is now totally erect, bobbing up and down like an ostrich’s head. It begins to twitch. Finally, a stream of ejaculate shoots across the living room hitting the dart board. Conan lowers the pungi.

Bullseye, he exclaims. Conan orders her a taxi and givers her money for the journey. In the manner of a somnambulist she disappears into the night.

Note to my readers: This is the second installment of the story of Joe and his wife. If you haven’t read the first part of “You Asked For It” you will still enjoy a lot of this story, but I would urge you to read the first installment so that you can understand the characters and their relationship better.


I have always loved birthdays. The excuse to celebrate, the family gathering, the food, outings and of course, presents. On this particular year, however, Joe screwed up.

Don’t misunderstand me, he did go through the motions to celebrate with me a little, but, let’s just say, those motions were a little flawed.

My birthday was on a Saturday on this particular year and I was excited. With it being on a Saturday, we could celebrate without worrying about work the next day. It also meant that Joe would be home from the work for the day, and usually if he was home on my birthday, he would take point with the kids, leaving me to sleep in, relax and have at least a bit of time to myself.

Unfortunately though, it didn’t go this way at all. It began in the morning with Joe forgetting to get up to the kids for me and instead rolling over and continuing to sleep. When he finally did get up, he did remember to wish me Happy Birthday, but he didn’t seem to think that on today of all days, he should maybe relieve me from the childcare portion of my job, or even spend any time with me during the day. Instead he spent most of his time either watching TV or playing computer games.

I knew he had been planning to take me out to one of my favourite restaurants for dinner, but at lunch time, when I asked him what time the booking was for, he looked puzzled. Suddenly a light of recognition sparked in his eyes, followed by a drained, guilty expression. “I forgot to book it.” He said, deadpan.

“Did you even organise a babysitter?” I asked.

“Honey, I’m really sorry. You know how heavy this project has gotten. I’ve been working really long hours, I’m stressed out and I just forgot.” He let out a big sigh. I was torn. Half of me was trying to be sensible and understand that what he was saying was the truth and that he was, in fact, incredibly stressed and the other half was feeling deeply hurt, and frankly really pissed off.

I sighed and walked over to the phone. I was fortunate that the restaurant I loved so much had a cancellation, so I booked a table for 7pm. When I went to tell Joe, I found him watching TV again, unconcerned. I opened my mouth to tell him that I had managed to get a reservation, but suddenly, seeing him sitting there without a care, it was all too much. I wanted to explode. I knew he had a lot going on at work, but this was just selfishness at it’s height! I turned and walked out of the room.

My best friend Trish picked up the phone on the second ring. “I need a date for dinner tonight.” I said immediately in a tone that let her know how desperate I was.

Without question she answered, “I’ll ask Ben if he will have the kids for me tonight.” I waited as Trish consulted with her husband. With Trish’s hand obviously over the receiver, I heard muffled voices on the other end of the line. The only thing I could make out was “I don’t know… because it’s her Birthday! That’s why!”

I smiled to myself, having a sudden appreciation for having such a good friend only a phone call away. Trish knew all about Joe and his troubles with handling stress. She had lent me her ear when Joe was at his most depressed. She had listened with a quiet calm, offered small tidbits of advice when she felt I needed it, but mostly she took the role of sounding board seriously and I would forever be in her debt for that.

Even more importantly, she never seemed to hold anything against Joe. It would have been easy for my friend to take my side, to be angry with Joe when he was unreliable, or when he said and did unkind things, but she seemed to accept him as I did. Occasionally she would listen to me and a look of annoyance would come over her face, but other than the odd passing comment which told me that she wished she could protect me, she generally kept mum on the subject.

“Ben’s fine with that.” She said coming back on the line. “He and the kids will get a pizza. So where are we going?” her peppy reply picked me up immediately and I felt some of my anger and disappointment leeching away.

I made arrangements with Trish to pick her up and told her that it was my shout tonight. We had a little chat about what we were going to wear and after I hung up I felt a lot better. Rather than talking to Joe in an angry way, I could be reasonable and calm about it, but still have something nice to look forward to. I walked back to the living room and he was still reclined in his favourite chair, flicking through the channels. I sat down in a chair next to him quietly and waited for an ad break.

When the commercials began he looked up at me, still carrying a guilt ridden expression. “I am going out to dinner tonight with Trish.” I said quietly looking down at my lap. I half expected him to become angry, but instead he reached out and put his hand on my knee.

“It’s okay. I am really sorry. I had hoped to do something nice for you tonight, but I guess I have been a bit wrapped up in my own world again.” I looked up at his face and was met with such an open, heartfelt expression that it made me want to tear up. I almost reneged and called off the dinner with Trish, but I decided that I wasn’t that kind of friend. She was there for me when I needed her, and besides, a girl’s night out would probably do me good.

“Are you okay with looking after the kids?” I asked.

“Of course. You two have fun. It will be good for you to get out and have a break from us all.” He said. “In the meantime, I’ll spend a bit of time trying to sort my head out a bit.” He puffed out a big breath and then said “I owe you that much at least.”

I spent the afternoon pottering around, finishing a couple of chores, and then started to get ready. I told Joe that he could organise dinner for himself and the kids, and then I holed up in the bathroom and bedroom for a good couple of hours.

Searching my wardrobe, I found a short sky blue dress that was a particular favourite of mine. I hadn’t worn it in ages, but I loved it. Even when I was feeling frumpy, this dress would hide a multitude of sins, making my silhouette curvy but sleek. I always felt sexy and bright in this dress, so I laid it out on the bed, ready to wear while I finished getting ready.

I took extra time on my face and hair, and when I was done, I surveyed the results in the mirror. My long hair looked glossy and healthy. My face was lightly made up, with my full, plump lips neatly lined and lipsticked in a deep chocolaty mauve. I was still naked, and by now a lot more relaxed.

I found my lemon oil and began to smooth it over my freshly shaved legs. As I felt a sense of wellbeing take over, I became a little aroused at my own touch. My hands climbed higher and higher, massaging the oil into my soft naked skin. When I reached the tops of my thighs, I looked at my pussy in the mirror and decided it was time to tidy up.

Taking the razor and shaving gel, I lathered up well. My entire groin was covered in the cool, mentholated gel and it left me feeling tingly. I decided to go the whole hog and remove every last bit of hair, not that I’m particularly hairy to begin with, but I knew that the sensation of my naked silky smooth pussy rubbing against my panties would feel fantastic. I wasn’t sure what would happen with Joe when I came home from my dinner, so I decided to satisfy my own needs regardless.

When I had finished shaving and washed off the remaining gel, I grasped the bottle of lemon oil again to soothe any potential scrapes from the razor. The skin beneath my hands was incredibly responsive, and almost as though I had no control at all, I began to sigh, enjoying the rubbing and stroking.

My clitoris poked out from it’s hood, and I gave it a little flick, shivering with delight. Stroking my clit gently quickly turned to hard rubbing, and before I knew it, two fingers had plunged into my moistened slit. I rode my hand hard, watching myself in the mirror. Looking at myself turned me on in a way it never had before. My tits were firm, my nipples stood out proud and dark, my hips soft and round and dimples formed on the sides of my ass with every thrust.

Before long, I felt my climax nearing, and I welcomed it, throwing my head back in silent ecstasy. I felt the throbbing deep inside my pussy as waves of pleasure swept over me and my hand became soaked with my juices. Satiated and happy, I washed up a little in the basin, perfumed and went out into the bedroom to dress.

Continuing my theme of self-pleasure, I chose a pretty blue lace thong to wear under my dress. The lace was particularly soft, and when I slipped it on it felt as though my still sensitive labia was being stroked by gentle fingertips.


When I was ready to leave, I kissed the kids goodbye and they wished me a “Happy Birthday Mummy!” Joe had just finished ordering pizza, and was organising plates and utensils.

When I stopped to kiss him, I must admit I had come to feel guilty. I suddenly wished again that it was he that I was taking to dinner, but that wasn’t how it was going to be. I still expected him to be upset with me for just making this decision without talking it over with him, but instead he smiled at me, kissed me again deeply and said “I hope you have a good time. I Love you.” I smiled at him and felt the weight lift from my shoulders. I was going out for a lovely dinner with a wonderful friend, no children to tug at me, no depression to deal with for a whole evening.

Trish and I had a lovely time. I had driven, so I limited myself to one glass of wine, but that was okay. I didn’t feel the need to drink to enjoy myself. With an evening of delicious food, long, heartfelt talks and a lot of laughing, both Trish and I felt relaxed and happy. It was a wonderful way to spend an evening, even if it hadn’t been what I’d expected. I did miss Joe, but I was definitely in the moment, loving Trish’s uncomplicated company and enjoying just being myself.

On our third coffee, Trish looked at her watch and I finally asked her what the time was. “12.15am” she answered smiling. “I must be getting old” she said. “It’s Saturday night, I’m free of kids and I’m getting worn out at 12.15am. How sad is that?!” She laughed.

“It’s okay,” I said “I’m getting worn out too. I think it’s time I took us back home.” We stood and hugged for a moment and I said “Thank you so much for this. You wouldn’t believe how much I needed it. And by the way, we’re not old! I’m 35 thank you very much!!!”

She swatted my butt playfully “You don’t look a day over 25 Honey!”

“And I don’t feel a day over 170!” I laughed.


When I arrived home the house was dark, save for a little light coming from our bedroom window. I knew Joe must be in bed with only the lamp on. It was nice that he’d stayed up to wait for me.

I quietly made my way inside and slipped off my black stiletto sandals in the entrance hall so that I wouldn’t wake any children. I looked up and in the halflight cast by the moon through the windows I saw my own reflection in the hall mirror.

The light blue shoestring strap dress I’d chosen was looking very flattering. It had a little split up my right thigh and because it was summer, I hadn’t worn any hosiery at all. The split teased open a little whenever I sat down, and I could imagine that if I was wearing suspenders, you’d be able to see them. ‘Maybe one day… for Joe…’ I thought to myself.

Because it was a shoestring strap dress and double lined, I forwent a bra. I am fortunate that despite my D cup breasts, they tend to hold their own when I don’t wear a bra. I am not blessed with the greatest stomach in the world now that I am a mother, but where my tummy lets me down, my tits make up for it.

I smiled at myself and breathed out. I was happy. I was newly 35, and I was okay with myself. Then I considered the fact that I was about to walk into my own bedroom and in that room was Joe. I loved him and I wanted him but after my little oasis of respite, I didn’t know what I was going to find. Would the kids have been badly behaved and run him ragged? Would he have spent the evening stewing in a bad mood? Would he be happy to see me and wanting to cuddle me, kiss me and maybe make love to me?

I also suddenly realised that he hadn’t given me a birthday gift yet. I felt a bit disgruntled. Surely he hadn’t forgotten that too? I knew I was being a spoiled brat about it, but I wasn’t sure how forgiving I’d be able to be if I found that he’d prepared nothing at all. I took a deep breath and decided that if he hadn’t bought me anything, I’d go treat myself to something nice instead.

The door to our room was slightly ajar and the lamp light filtered through. I quietly pushed it open and there before me was Joe with my gift.

He was standing at the foot of our bed, which was neatly made with fresh bed linen, our most expensive, most luxurious bed linen. He was wearing black satin boxers, and nothing else, and he had his head slightly bowed. In his outstretched hands was a white box, about the size of a loaf of bread. The box was tied with a black ribbon.

“Oh… thank you.” I said in surprise. I really didn’t know what to say at all and in all honesty, I had half expected Joe to be in bed reading or almost asleep. The sight of him standing there almost naked, head bowed in deference left me flushed with excitement. I could tell he had something in mind, and I was looking forward to seeing what it was.

I took the box from his hands and as I did so, he said “For you Mistress.” My breath caught in my throat as I cottoned on to the game. I was in charge. His gift, or at least one of them, was to serve me. I beamed with pleasure, and then caught myself, quickly grasping control of my face. Looking happy was one thing, but I didn’t want to be a giggling idiot through this.

Untying the ribbon, I opened the lid. It took me a few moments to understand what I was seeing inside. The box was filled to the top with loosely coiled ribbon, black satin ribbon that was about 10 centimeters wide. There were meters upon meters of it.

‘What the hell does he want me to do with this?’ I thought to myself.

Joe looked up at my face slightly. “May I speak Mistress?” he asked in his soft, honey smooth voice. When I nodded he said “This is your first gift Mistress. With this ribbon, you may bind me in any way that serves you. This evening I will pleasure you in any way you wish.”

I felt blood rush to my cheeks, and my nipples began to harden. My breath quickened and I searched my mind for what to do next. Suddenly I had a flash of inspiration. It was perfect, the vision in my mind thrilled me. Joe was going to look incredible, and he was going to do exactly as I told him to.

“Mistress?” He enquired “What would you like me to call you this evening?”

‘Wow!’ I thought ‘He really is throwing himself into this!’

“I would like you to call me ‘My Love’” I replied.

The change in the room was so obvious that it made me giggle. Joe completely broke character for a moment. “Really?” he asked in surprise. “I never would have thought THAT would turn you on.”

“Well you started calling me that a few times a couple of years ago.” I explained, looking nervously at my painted toenails. “It’s not something I would ever have expected of you, but you called me that and it was so genuine. I felt loved.” I breathed out a sigh, expecting him to tease me or laugh.

“As you wish Mistress… My Love.” He answered. When I looked up at his face, all I could see was love and devotion. He placed himself in my hands, and was ready to submit.

He looked incredible. His bare chest sporting almost no hair, and dark red nipples that stood out with excitement for what was to come. I gazed down to his boxers and could see he was already becoming hard. I could feel an accompanying warmth growing inside my pretty little lace panties. A thousand visions of how he could ravage me flooded my head and I had to force myself to regain control.

“Okay then. First you will have your wrists wrapped.” Joe held his wrists out to me in compliance. I wrapped one of them around a couple of times at one end of the length of ribbon. Fortunately, the other end was visible inside of the box, and I grasped it and tied Joe’s other wrist in the same way. His arms were linked by one, very long black ribbon which would allow me to lead him about and direct him.

“May I speak My Love?” Joe asked.

I noticed that my breath had quickened. “You may” I replied.

“You look incredibly beautiful tonight My Love. It will be a pleasure to serve you.” He bowed his head slightly.

I lifted his chin with one finger so that he was looking at me. “You may kiss me.” I said sliding into my role.

His warm lips met mine. He gently parted them and tentatively ran his tongue around inside of my mouth. I returned his kiss a little more enthusiastically, gently nipping his full bottom lip as I drew away.

I tugged on his ribbons, signalling for him to fall to his knees. He looked up at my face, waiting for his next command. I loosened my grip on his tethers so that his hands were able to move. “Remove my panties.” I ordered.

Joes well versed hands wrapped around my ankles. He slid them up the sides of my calves slowly, barely making contact. My skin tingled and I shivered with delight. I started to wonder who was controlling whom. As he reached my knees, he changed direction slightly, running his hands up the backs of my thighs. He cupped the cheeks of my ass, gently rubbing them with his thumbs and sighing happily. His face was mere centimeters from my ever dampening pussy, separated by only the front of my dress and a thin sheath of lace.

Nimble fingers ran up behind me to my waist and in one deft movement, Joe had swept my lingerie to the floor. I stood there for a moment, feeling my own wetness trickling toward my thighs. I sat down on the side of the bed, the skirt of my dress having descended again to cover me.

Joe looked a little disappointed until I opened my mouth, I could see him eyeing my lips as though they were the bearers of delicious fruit. “You may taste me.” I said gently, smiling a slight, warm smile. His enthusiasm was instant, though, to his credit, he maintained enough self-control to be gentle with his touch.

Sliding the hem of my skirt up, Joe noticed my completely bald pussy and he raised his eyebrows in surprise, though he said nothing. I know that he loves it when I have a shaved pussy, and the mere sight of it is usually enough for him to be sporting a rock hard erection.

He began to kiss the inside of my thighs firmly, moving higher and higher. By the time he had reached the tops of my thighs he was using his tongue, licking and sucking at my flesh. I couldn’t control my own gentle panting and as I looked down, I could see that Joe had developed a beautifully raging hard on and it was poking out of the fly of his boxers.

Gently his tongue flicked my labia, caressing and moistening me with the lightest touch I could bear. A tiny moan escaped my lips and Joe plunged in, devouring my pussy with his hungry mouth. A mass of licking, sucking and nuzzling had my head swimming. Sliding forward carefully, I lay on my back, my chest heaving. Joe took his cue expertly, thrusting his tongue up inside of my slick wet slit. My hips bucked upward in pleasure as he licked and moaned.

I felt myself nearing orgasm, but I wasn’t ready yet. “Enough!” I commanded but Joe was consumed and wouldn’t stop. “Oh God!” I groaned before pulling away from his fervent mouth and yanking on the ribbons to pull him back into line.

Hello everyone. Just a quick author’s note to thank everyone for reading my stories. Please take the time to rate and/or leave comments as a greatly appreciate both. As for this story it was done kind of as a joke for one of my friends. I know it may not be as good as my previous story but I hope that if nothing else it might bring a laugh to some of you out there.Enjoy.


Ela awoke to a pounding in her head so bad that it made her wince. Damn Dwarven Brewfest. She vaguely remembered telling Zee that she had enough, but he kept pushing her to drink more. She could vaguely recall something about finding pink elekks and looking for the infamous wolpertinger. After that everything seemed to just get fuzzy and faded out.

Ela groaned as consciousness slowly came back to her. Maybe the pink elekks had trampled her once they found them. She went to massage her temples with her hands … but something seemed to stop her hands from reaching her aching head. She tried once more and this time there was a distinct metallic clatter that accompanied the abrupt stop of her hands. She slowly opened her eyes in an attempt to see what the problem was.

For a moment she was actually grateful. She was lying on her back on some sort of table. Everything was very quiet and the lighting was very dim. She was unsure as to her whereabouts, but she was very grateful that at least she wasn’t waking up somewhere loud and bright as she wasn’t sure her delicate state could handle that at the moment. But as she gazed at the hand that seemed to be willfully disobeying her commands that gratefulness quickly turned into apprehension. As she bleared through her almost assuredly blood-shot eyes she could make out an intricately engraved manacle encircling her dainty Night Elf wrist. It seemed to be made from some type of dark metal that she could swear she had seen before. Once again she tugged her hand, this time in an attempt to get her hand free from the offending device. Unfortunately the sudden movement only caused her obnoxious headache to flare up more and did nothing to remove her hand from the manacle itself.

Ela gently moved her head to view her other hand and confirmed that it too was in a likewise predicament. She closed her eyes and quickly calmed her rising sense of dread. She was somewhere dark, but as she listened the only thing her long ears could discern was the faint sound of dripping water. A cave maybe? She breathed in deeply. Yes, must be a cave. It was dank and musty smelling, with a distinct aroma of bear? Yes, bear.

This actually calmed her because it helped remind her poor alcohol pickled brain that she was no ordinary Night Elf. She was a druid. A fairly well renowned druid if she did say so herself. She was the leader of a fairly good sized band of adventurers known throughout Azeroth and beyond. Her dear husband, Doth, was probably already looking for her for he was a warrior of no small repute himself. He often was the one who led the charge in front of the rest of their guild. He was strong and brave, which was saying a lot considering the fact that he was human. Still she could not deny her feelings for him and for many years now the two of them together had conquered many enemies as husband and wife.

Still, she would have little need of Doth to escape this predicament for her innate druidic abilities would allow her to escape from these silly manacles with ease. She calmed her mind further and reached inside herself. That last of the alcoholic haze fuddled her mind still, the headache a painful but distant throb in her temples as she began to slowly slip into her inner most psyche. There they were. She was a druid, a powerful one. She was specialized in the healing arts, but all druids shared one thing in common, that ability to morph their bodies into that of great animals. A bear or a great cat would be perfect for getting out of this dark cave, although to be honest the type of beast she shifted into was not really as important as the shapeshifting itself. For during that quick moment when she shifted from one form to the other her body would become completely incorporeal and that alone would allow her to slip through her bonds and get away. She decided to shift into her cat form, for it would allow her to be very stealthy and slink away into the darkness of the cave that much easier.

She reached for the great cat with her mind, giving herself into the magic as the beast rushed out to overtake her body … and ran headlong into an invisible wall. Ela’s eyes sprang wide open in shock and her headache slammed into her like a charging Tauren making her moan loudly. What was wrong? Why couldn’t she shift?

In frustration she quickly jerked at her imprisoning manacles once more but the results remained the same. She cried out in frustration as she quickly shook her trapped hands and kicked her feet in a very un-elven fashion. This accomplished two things. One it made her headache pound even more. Two, it made her realize that her hands were not the only things that were entrapped with manacles. In the quiet darkness she gave each foot a quick shake and was answered with that telltale metallic clink of chains and could feel the hard, cold metal that encircled each ankle. This was bad.

She attempted to sit up, but the chains holding her manacled wrists were only so long. About the best she could do was prop herself up on her elbows. The dim lighting made it a bit difficult to even see as far as her feet, but she could still make out the manacles around each ankle. They were again made out of the same dark metal with the mysterious engravings as the ones around her wrists. The other thing she quickly made out was that her clothing was completely gone. Her light purple toned skin was completely exposed to the dank cave air, the only thing covering her was the darkness that seemed to press in on her from all sides now. This was way beyond bad.

Ela slumped back down on the table. The rusty edge of fear started to make itself known as her heart rate began to speed up and her breathing began to take on a heavier pace. She shivered as the chill air of the cave finally registered in her mind upon her naked flesh. To add insult to injury her nipples began to harden from the combined effects of the cool air and the sense of panic that was starting to crawl its way up her spine. She once again closed her eyes, searching for that sense of calm that she felt as she tried to morph into the great cat.

Slowly her mind began to block everything out. She was a Night Elf Druid. She was a guild leader. She was not helpless. She could figure a way out of this. Her heart slowed, her breathing returned to normal. Methodically she calmed herself, letting the fear and uncertainty wash away. If shapeshifting wouldn’t work, she would just have to think of another way. Here again she may be a healer foremost, but she was not without other spells. Maybe one of them would help free her from the situation she was now in.

Wrath? Moonfire? Those might work if she could target the manacles or the chains that they were attached to, but it might also damage her in the process. She would save those for a last resort. Entangling roots? Ha, she already seemed to have that situation covered. Faerie Fire? Well that might help her to observe her surroundings better. Maybe that would help her plan her next course of action. She started to mutter the incantation for it when she quickly laughed outloud. “Oh Ela, you silly, silly druid.” For it had just hit her that there was one spell in her arsenal that very rarely ever got used. It was a simple spell, but one every druid learned very early on in their training. Druids were nowhere near as talented as a mage for being able to bounce around the world, but one thing all druids could do was get home. Of course home for all druids, be they Alliance or Horde, was Moonglade.

Ela hesitated. She would be arriving at the glade naked, but at least she would be free. Besides, all druids were stewards of nature, and being naked was really how nature intended everyone to be anyway so her pride would hardly be stung at all. With a quick sigh of relief Ela began to chant the spell that would whisk her away through the twisting nether and bring her safely to Moonglade.

The spell swirled up through her, expanding as it built to encompass her body. Then, just as before, it was like the spell ran into a wall of force that caused it to blow apart in her mind before it fully formed. Again Ela cried out in shock and pain as her headache once again burst through her mind. Was she completely unable to cast even the simplest of spells? If so she was well and truly trapped. She was not strong like her dear husband. Doth could probably snap these silly chains just with his physical strength alone. She was not agile like a thief. A good thief would find a way to pick the locks keeping the manacles enclosed around her wrists and ankles, or maybe just slip out of them all together and sneak away in the shadows. No, she was just a druid, and a druid with no magic was … well, was a very scared, naked, and alone Night Elf in this case.

A single tear slid out of her eye and glided down her cheek leaving a wet trail of shame glistening on her skin. She was trapped here, wherever here was. She was alone and helpless. A tightness in her chest quickly grew as her situation finally took hold completely. With a hiccup sob she let the panic truly take hold of her as despair washed through her.

“Oh, Ela, there’s no need to cry. I’m here!” A cute little female voice pierced the darkness and Ela gasped in shock. She quickly looked left and then right trying to spot the source of the voice, but spotted nothing.

“Down here, silly goose.” Again that sickly sweet voice, a voice she knew only all too well as she glanced down to the right side of the table and laid eyes on Armyra, the guild’s resident Gnome mage and tinkerer. Like all gnomes, especially female ones, she was a bubbly little thing that always seemed like she had to prove she was just as big and bad as everyone else in the guild. Still, she was damn good at her job, her job being to cause as much damage as possible in the shortest amount of time. Ela had seen Armyra light up a bad guy on more than one occasion and they would always start running towards the cute little gnome with her death in their eyes. More often than not though they were dead before they could even get within range of attacking her. On the rare chance that they actually closed the distance and lived, well the resourceful little mage would just freeze them in place, blink away a good 30 yards or so, and start lighting them up all over again. Occasionally a smart one would get it in their mind to run away, but all that seemed to accomplish was that the bad guy would just die a little bit further away and Armyra would just be disappointed that she have to waste even more mana to blink over to their corpse to loot their scorched and frozen bodies for any goodies they may have.

Ela was of mixed opinions about Armyra. It was nothing personal really, but the little mage did have a tendency to skirt the shady side of death quite often and more than once the druid had been forced to rescue her as the gnome picked a fight that was truly beyond her. She also had a bad habit of stepping in fire when she was too focused on “blowing up the big bad”. Of course there was also the fact that gnomes only have four fingers… how weird is that. Still, at this particular moment Ela couldn’t be happier to see the chipper little mage.

“Armyra, oh thank the Goddess. Please get me out of these chains. I don’t know who put me here but we must get away quickly.”

The little gnome looked at her funny for a second and then laughed her cutesy little gnome head off. “He he He he. Now why would I do that? We haven’t even started having fun … yet.” With that Armyra turned and walked away into the darkness of the cave.

“Armyra? Armyra?! Where did you go?? And what do you mean we? Armyra?!!” Ela peered into the darkness as best she could, but there was no sign of the little mage. “Please come back. Armyra??” Ela dropped her head back onto the table in frustration. What the heck was going on? Did Armyra truly kidnap her? Was there someone else here besides her? Most of all where was this cave that they were in and why would Armyra bind her to a table like this with what she could only assume were some type of inscribed anti-magic manacles. She once again lifted her right hand up trying to get a better look at the unusual metal that was keeping her trapped here.

“You like them?” Armyra’s voice once again sounded right next to her. She must have blinked back over to the table from wherever she was. “It took me forever to make sure I got those engravings right. Ela stared at Armyra in complete shock.

“You made these? But why would you do that?” Ela was completely dumbfounded now.

“Why because Zee asked me to. Besides, I only did the engraving; he’s the one who actually made the manacles and chains. Now just be patient a little longer, we’re almost ready.” And with that there was slight pop of air and Armyra was gone again. Ela continued to stare at the space her small body had occupied just a second ago like she might get some further answers from the empty air. Finally she shook her head as her brain finished processing everything the gnome had just told her.

Zee, that rotten, smelly, egotistical dwarf. Zee was Armyra’s husband. Worse he was a priest, but not just any priest. No, Zee was a shadow priest. Where most priests were all about healing their allies and protecting them from harm, shadow priests were a group of dark, twisted pain freaks. They used spells to inflect agony and misery upon their opponents. The higher level shadow priests, like Zee, could even call forth pets from the shadow realm to aid them in battle. Ela had often wondered why she allowed Zee into her guild, but he was good at what he did which was, much like Armyra, causing a ton of damage in a short amount of time. He might not put out quite as much raw damage as his wife, but Zee did have one distinct advantage. He was like a Spring Rabbit in mating season, he would just keep going, and going, and going. Armyra would often have to take breaks to regain mana , but Zee very rarely ever ran out.

As if her thoughts of him were calling out, Zee suddenly materialized out of the darkness. At first Ela thought her mind might be playing tricks on her as Zee was in his shadow form. His body was shifted into a dark and hazy form which easily blended with the darkness of the cave. Ela blinked several times in an attempt to clear her vision, but it did nothing to help her eyesight lock onto Zee’s shadowy presence. The rotten little dwarf began to laugh as he slipped closer to the table that kept Ela bound and frustrated.

“Oh, aye, ye seem to be in a right nasty predicament now don’t ya. Ah-hahahahaha.” Ela’s blood pressure began to rise as she listened to Zee laugh at her. Who did he think he was? “The mighty guild leader, brought low by a sneaky shadow priest and a flighty mage. Oh if this isn’t a grand situation. Ah-hahahahaha. Wait until the rest of the guild hears about this.”

Ela felt her fear disappear in a white hot wave of anger and frustration. Once again she jerked at the manacles that held her captive, but all that caused was for the metal to bite into her lavender skin. She turned and screamed in frustration in Zee’s face.

“Now, now. There’s no need to get all hostile. As soon as Armyra is done with her little experiment we will let ye go.” Zee’s voice was very condescending. Ela looked him dead in the eyes, letting her anger and frustration boil up.

“Zee, if you don’t let me go right now I swear to the Goddess that I’m….”

“That you’ll what? There’s nothing ye can do right now, oh mighty guild leader. Those manacles are made from one of the metal plates that used to protect Deathwing’s back. I’m sure ye remember those, considering how many times ye made us fight him. They were forged with all those eternal embers that we got from fighting Ragnaros and his ilk in the Firelands, again a place that ye just had to keep taking us back to over and over again. Why? So that we could amass more glory and loot, of course.” This last part was said with such raw sarcasm that Ela was taken aback for a moment. What other purpose would there be for going after these horrible monsters on a weekly basis.

“Well now ye can experience what it is like to be in a position ye just really don’t want to be in. Ye see these manacles make it so that magic can be performed on ye, but any magic ye attempt will be quickly cancelled out. I’m pretty sure you’ve already figured out that ye can’t just morph into some silly little forest creature and scamper away.” With a loud harrumph Zee turned around and faced the darkness of the cave.

“Armyra, are ye ready yet?” Zee’s deep voice bellowed into the darkness. There was again that funny pop of air being displaced as Armyra blinked into existence beside her husband.

“But of course you silly goose. I just had to make some final adjustments on my new invention.” Armyra held up some type of circular device in her hands. It was about four inches in circumference and had a funny little knob on it that stuck out about an inch or so that was about half as big around as the device itself. Attached to both sides of the device were a couple of leather straps. For the life of her, Ela could not figure out what the purpose of the device was.

Zee chuckled to himself. “Don’t ye worry your pretty little elf head there too much. If my theory is right, and Armyra’s device works as she hopes, life in the guild should get a lot better for all of us very soon.”

Armyra gasped in indignation. “What do you mean if it works? There’s a 92.6% probability that it will work, ya big oaf.”

“Aye, and if that other 7.4% comes to pass, what will happen then? Ah-hahahahaha.” Zee looked over at Ela and gazed deeply into her glowing eyes.

“Well,” Armyra got a funny expression on her face as she shuffled one of her dainty little feet back and forth on the dirty cave floor. “In all actuality there’s about a 9.9% chance that the device won’t work at all. The other 7.5% chance is that it will blow up.”

Ela blinked. “Umm, doesn’t that come out to 110%?” Ela immediately knew she was going to regret even asking that question as the words left her mouth.

“Of course. A true gnomish engineer always gives 110% to everything she creates.” Ela sighed. Leave it to gnomish engineering to come up with something that would blow up if it decided not to work right. Guess it could be worse. Goblins tended to build things that were supposed to blow up, but occasionally they blew up on the person using them instead of on the target it was intended for. Still, Ela had no clue as to what this particular device was going to be used for yet, and that more than anything was making her nervous.

“Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Armyra moved down the table towards Ela’s feet and hopped up on a couple of steps. Suddenly Ela was very much aware that the little gnome was now climbing up on the table and in between Ela’s very naked legs.

“Hehe, wow, even your bush is purple. I never would have guessed that.” Ela could only groan in response as the little gnome bent over and placed the strange device right between Ela’s legs.

Ela started to cry out and thrash her body as much as she could, but suddenly her mind froze. She could feel another presence within her mind taking hold of her. She tried to fight it as the little gnome continued about her job of securing the device between Ela’s legs using the leather straps to cinch it to her thighs on either side. The funny looking knob was now nestled directly onto the opening of her pussy. Still Ela fought, pushing as hard as she could with her mind to regain control of her body, but ultimately she just continued to lie there perfectly still as the gnome went about her job.

After a few more quick adjustments Armyra stood up and hopped back down off the table. “All done.” She pronounced with a chipper little voice filled with pride. “You can let her go now, Zee.” With that the presence in her mind withdrew and Ela was once more in control of her body. She groaned loudly as she finally realized what had just happened.

“Ah-hahahaha. Forgot that priests can mind control, didn’t ye?” Ela snarled in reply. The nasty little dwarf just snickered to himself and then walked over to peer at the gnome’s handiwork. “What did ye call this thing again?”

“The Orgasm Inducer 4000.” Replied the gnome. “It should work much better than the 3000 series model did. The 3000 series had a bad habit of shorting out which tended to cause a high degree of pain to the genitals, but I’m pretty sure I fixed that problem.” Ela gasped as the nature of the device finally sunk into her. This twisted duo had hooked her up with some type of experimental sex machine. As if on cue Armyra held up a little box with a couple of buttons on it and short antennae sticking out of it.

“Now please let me know if you experience any discomfort or any intense heat. Those would be signs that the device is not operating within normal parameters and we will need to turn it off.” She then pressed the first button near the top of the box. Ela tightened up her body in preparation for whatever was about to happen to her, but after several seconds of nothing she opened her eyes once more. Armyra was smacking the box with a look of frustration on her face. Zee glanced over and then began to laugh.

“Ah-hahahaha, guess there’s your 10% chance coming back to bite ye in the arse.” The dwarf was doubled over holding his gut with one hand and slapping his thigh with the other.

“It was a 9.9% chance!” The frustrated little gnome was staring intently at the box in her hand as if by sheer will alone she could get it to work. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. “Ah-ha! I forgot to put the power supply into the remote control.” Armyra reached into one of the pouches on her belt and brought out a gold cylinder. She flipped the box over in her hands and inserted the gold cylinder into a slot on the back of the box. “That should do it.”

She flipped the box back over and quickly jammed her finger onto the button again. There was a muted buzzing sound from in between Ela’s legs as the device came alive and started vibrating. Ela gasped out loudly in response. Once again she began to thrash around on the table as much as she could, but the gnome had strapped the device in place all too well and she could not dislodge it. To make matters worse the device was doing its job splendidly. Within a matter of a few seconds Ela began to feel her pussy become very warm and very wet. She gasped again, but this time it was not from surprise.

Zee moved in closer as he noticed that Ela’s breathing was already becoming deeper. The night elf’s dark purple nipples began to harden atop her breasts once again, but this time for a very different reason. So fascinated was Zee by this that he reached up and pinched the one closest to him between his finger and thumb.

“No, don’t.” Ela cried out and then gasped as Zee looked her right in the eyes and slowly twisted her nipple. Ela moaned in response, and then gasped even harder as the machine seemed to speed up its vibrations. She hated the machine already, but it felt so good. No longer was she thrashing around in an attempt to get away. Now her body was simply moving, writhing really, as she began to lose herself in the feelings that were shooting through her body.

Suddenly there was something warm and moist attached to her left nipple. Her eyes popped open and she saw Zee had latched his mouth onto the nipple that he had been pinching and twisting a moment ago with his fingers. Ela began to shake her head back and forth. She wanted to tell him no, but Armyra choose at that point to push another button on the remote.

The little knob on the device suddenly started to spin. It wasn’t fast, but when combined with the vibrations from the infernal contraption, it almost immediately sent Ela off the deep in. She moaned even louder, her cries of pleasure seeming to echo back to her from the invisible cave walls. Somewhere deep in Ela’s mind she realized she was in probably the worst predicament of her entire life. She was chained to a table in some dark cave with no idea where she was. She was cut off from her magic, unable to get away. A diabolical dwarf and his delusional gnome wife were conducting an experiment on her with a newly invented sex machine. Still, the worst part about it all was that Ela absolutely loved the feelings that were coursing through her body. She hated to admit it to herself, but not only was she very close to an orgasm, but it was shaping up to be one of the strongest she had ever had.

Zee suddenly chomped down on Ela’s nipple very hard. Ela screamed out in shock and a bit of pain, but as she did this Armyra once again hit another button on the remote. The knob began to push up into Ela’s very wet pussy, elongating and spinning, and vibrating inside of her. Ela cried out in pleasure as the device slipped further and further into her, penetrating her deeply. Again Zee bit down on her nipple, but all Ela did in response was arch her back as if to thrust her nipple deeper into his mouth. The twisted dwarf just chuckled to himself as he alternated now between flicking the hard nipple with his tongue and savaging it with his teeth. Either way Ela just moaned harder. Her whole body was squirming about on the table now and the scent of her over-heated pussy was becoming a heavy perfume in the air.

“Hey now, you are getting to have all the fun up there while I’m stuck with the remote.” Armyra glared up at her husband. Zee sighed and stepped back away from the table and Ela almost whimpered as his mouth left her nipple exposed to the cool air of the cave. Ela watched as Zee took the box away from his wife and Armyra quickly shed her robes and kicked off her shoes. The little gnome was very much naked in the span of a few heartbeats. Zee growled in appreciation and then spanked the gnome right on her bare ass.

“Hey now, don’t get me all worked up yet. I have an experiment to conduct. Hehe.” With that Armyra once again went to the end of the table and hopped up the steps until she was once again standing between Ela’s legs. This time the trussed up night elf could care less as she was too focused on the device doing its work between her legs. Armyra didn’t stop there though. Slowly she worked her way up the table being very careful not to step on Ela in the process.

Ela opened her eyes as Armyra finally stopped and sat down right on Ela’s chest. The little gnome weighed almost nothing and even with all her weight one Ela’s chest there was no danger of being unable to breathe. Still Ela’s startled gasp kept her from doing just that for a few moments as Armyra swung one leg over Ela’s face so that the little gnome’s bald pussy was aimed right at Ela’s chin.

“Sorry, no fur on mine. Gnomes don’t grow hair there. Now for this experiment to be proper I need to have an orgasm of my own so that I can compare it to what you do during yours. So why don’t you stick that nice wet tongue of yours on my little pussy and make me cum.” Without waiting for a reply, Armyra was up and sitting on Ela’s face so fast that the poor druid didn’t have time to even think about it. Armyra went one step further and grabbed ahold of Ela’s long elf ears and literally pulled her face up and into her pussy.

Ela was shocked to say the least. She had never in her life imagined her face being buried in between the legs of a female gnome. The device though seemed to make Ela lose all sense of reason. Somewhere in her mind Ela was seriously wondering what the hell was going on, but the more immediate thought was that Armyra smelled like honey. It was with that thought that she stuck her tongue out and began to eagerly run it all over the Armyra’s tiny but tasty little pussy. Armyra responded by grinding down onto Ela’s tongue. Both of them groaned as Ela complied and stiffened up her tongue to shove it up inside the little gnome’s pussy. It was actually a very tight fit. Just how the hell did Zee get his dick in this woman? Maybe Zee had a real skin dick. Maybe that’s why Zee was such a twisted individual.

As if he was reading her mind, Zee pushed a button on the remote again. Suddenly the device was no longer just penetrating her, but actually began to thrust in and out of her. It was still rotating, still vibrating. Most of all it was still causing Ela’s orgasm to build, and build. Her juices were now flowing out of her, trickling down her thighs, down her ass. Her body was hot, hotter than Molten Core hot. Ela was quite certain that at this point even Ragnaros would be nervous of the heat that was being generated between Ela’s thighs.

“Yeah, eat my pussy you prissy little night elf bitch.” Gone was the little cutesy voice that Armyra usually had. It was replaced by something that was still very high pitched, but also very aggressive and animalistic. Armyra was pulling hard on Ela’s ears as she continued to grind her very wet little pussy onto Ela’s tongue. “Fuck my tight little snatch with your tongue.” Ela did just that, but her concentration was slipping as the machine continued to fuck in and out of her faster and faster as Zee increased the speed with the remote. Ela’s moans were loud and deep now as her body began to rush headlong over the cliff. It was there, so bright. Just a bit more.

“Yes.” Armyra screamed out loudly as a flood of honey erupted out of her tight little pussy. “Eat that pussy, YES!!!” Her little body went stiff and Ela could barely breathe at all for a second as the gnome pulled her even harder by her ears up into her amazingly tasty little cunt. Then the machine went into overdrive as it rocketed in and out of her own wet, hot pussy. Ela lost it and screamed her release into Armyra’s cunt. This just seemed to set the little gnome woman off yet again. Like some magic loop that had no ending the two of them continued to erupt over and over again. Ela’s face was literally drenched with the sticky sweet juices flowing out of Armyra, and the machine just continued to thrust and twist and vibrate away inside Ela’s own molten pussy, her own juices having long since soaked her thighs and ass, as well as a good portion of the table that she was chained to.

Finally Armyra groaned loudly one last time and then fell over and off the table. Zee dropped the box and rushed over to the table and caught his wife in his arms just before she crashed into the hard cave floor. The box hit the ground with a loud Ka-thunk and the power supply popped out of the back of the remote. This in turn caused the device between Ela’s legs to immediately shut down. Even the knob retracted all the way back out of Ela which immediately left her feeling empty. She groaned, partly in relief, partly in disappointment.

“Hehe, wow, that was amazing.” Armyra’s little cutesy voice announced.

“Are ye alright me love?” Zee sounded very concerned. Ela just laid there as her body slowly began to come back down from the high that she was on. She still couldn’t seem to control herself completely. Is this what some people meant when they said they were fucked silly?

“Yeah, I’m fine, but Ela has one hell of a tongue on her. Still, I would have to say that as good as my orgasm was that her’s was still much stronger. I could actually feel her muscles convulse as her orgasm hit her. I would say that the Orgasm Inducer 4000 is a big success.”

Zee bent over and picked up the box as Ela finally opened her eyes all the way. She smiled a bit wondering if she could get Armyra to actually give her the box. She was still trying to get her brain to remember how to send the signal to her mouth to talk when the dwarf noticed that the power supply had fallen out of the back of the remote. He quickly bent back down and retrieved the missing part and slapped it once more back into the remote. Ela had a split second to cry out in complete surprise as the device went back into full overdrive mode.

Within a matter of mere seconds Ela was once again thrust back into a full on orgasmic state. The machine was vibrating, twirling around, and thrusting deeply in and out of her at a phenomenal pace. She cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Sure, it felt good. It felt absolutely fucking amazing to be honest, but the abruptness of it suddenly shooting back inside her pussy like that was less than pleasant.

She vaguely heard the dwarf laughing. “Well, I guess the experiment isn’t over yet.” Ela groaned as she somehow controlled her head long enough to look over at Zee as he propped Armyra up and handed the box to her. Armyra smiled a dreamy little smile and then giggled a little as Zee stood up and removed his robes. Ela could only stare in shock as the well-muscled physique of the dwarf appeared. Every square inch of Zee was defined, from his legs to his chest, his arms, his shoulders. Then there was his cock.

Much like the rest of the dwarf, Zee’s hard dick was very short in stature, but also very wide. He was at most five inches in length, but his circumference was a good three inches around. Ela shivered in fear just at the thought of trying to fit that thing into her. Once again she really wondered how Armyra could even begin to fit Zee’s dick inside that amazingly tight little cunt of hers. Of course at the moment she was a bit more worried about herself as Zee locked his dark eyes one her very aroused night elf body.

“I think it is time to change positions.” Zee quickly worked his way around the table as Ela continued to shake and groan with pleasure. She had no idea what he was doing at first, but there was some rattling and clanking and then suddenly her left arm was free. Ela continued to lay there. Part of her was too far gone in bliss to even try to move as her body experienced what seemed like hundreds of mini-orgasms in a row. Still, another part of her realized that now might be the chance she was looking for. If she could force her body to move once Zee had released the chains from the table then she could easily outdistance his short little dwarf legs and get away. Of course she would first have to rip off the devilish device they had on her or she would just continue to jerk in orgasmic bliss, but she was pretty sure she could manage that.

Her left leg was free now, followed a moment later by the right one. Just her right arm now. She tensed her body ready to spring into action. Zee bent down and started fiddling with the chain. Any second now … No!! He was back in her mind, locking her in place. She couldn’t move at all.

Zee stood back up and looked at her. “Ye think I was going to give ye a chance at escape. Ah-hahahaha. Now roll over and get on yer knees.” Ela could do nothing at all but comply. As soon as Zee told her to do it, her body automatically responded. Soon her body was in the required position with her knees directly in the huge puddle she had made from her overheated pussy. Zee quickly reversed course and went back around the table reattaching the chains.

The only thing good at this point was that Armyra had finally come out of her almost comatose posture and actually used the remote control to lower the device back down to a more relaxed setting. Oh it was still doing its job to be sure, but it wasn’t vibrating quite as hard, thrusting quite as deep, or spinning quite so fast anymore. Any relief that Ela felt though was quickly washed away as Zee finally finished with the chains and then suddenly appeared at the front of the table with a little step-stool. Ela gasped out as Zee’s presence finally withdrew from her mind again and she was free to act. Well, at least free to talk since it was obvious that she could not get away.

“Zee, you bastard, what do you think you are doing?” Ela screamed into his face as he set the step-stool down right in front of Ela. She had a very sneaking suspicion of what he thought he was going to do, but there was no way she was going to allow him to do that. She moaned again as the device kept up its work on her pussy. Her juices continued to flow down the inside of her thighs making the puddle her knees were in even bigger.

“Why I’m going to test out that pretty little elf mouth of yours. My wife sure seemed to enjoy it, so I figured I should make sure. It’s in the name of science after all.” With that Zee mounted the step-stool and quickly brought his manhood right in line with Ela’s mouth. “Now be a good little guild leader and suck my dick.” Zee thrust forward with his pelvis but Ela simply turned her head to the side and his hard cock grazed her ear instead.

“Hmmm, ye sure that ye won’t willingly suck my cock? It’s not like it’s very long.” Zee shook his cock in front of Ela’s face.

“Are you insane, that thing is bigger around than a two-handed mace handle. There’s no way you are putting that thing in my mouth. It would dislocate my jaw.” Ela jerked her head back the other direction as Zee once again pushed forward with his pelvis to try and get his hard dick in her mouth while she was talking.

“Have it your way then. Armyra, love of me life, please crank that device back up again.”

“No problem.” The device kicked once more back into overdrive sending Ela right back up to orgasmic bliss. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she let loose with moan after moan. Somewhere in her mind she realized her dilemma, but there was nothing she could do about it as Zee calmly grabbed ahold of her ears and lifted her face up slightly and then buried his very hard cock into her now very open mouth. Her moans were effectively shut off as his cock completely filled her dainty elf mouth to the brim.

“Mmm, well that does feel good. Now suck that hard cock you prissy little night elf slut.” Ela tried, but the reality was far from possible. How can you suck on something that so completely fills your mouth? The answer is you don’t. Zee instead just began to piston himself in and out of Ela’s mouth as deep and as fast as he possibly could. Ela’s teeth actually scrapped along Zee’s cock, but the twisted dwarf didn’t even seem to be phased by that in the slightest.

Ela continued to moan and shake. Once again it was like a hundred mini-orgasms continued to shoot through her body over and over and over without stopping and pausing. The device was truly a blessing and a curse. Never before had Ela experience such pleasure, never before had she wished that such pleasure would end. Her body was drained and yet it still continued to respond.

Zee’s hard cock already had Ela’s jaw hurting. It was not enough to simply have her mouth open. No, she had to stretch it wide to the point where it felt like her mouth was going to unhinge itself at the jaw. She was drooling something fierce as she couldn’t suck any of the excess moisture off of his cock. Adding to the drool was the fact that although Zee’s cock was not very long, it was so big around that it was causing her to gag almost constantly and therefore making her cry.

“Yes, ye nasty little tramp. Look at ye gagging away on me cock as you orgasm over and over again. I bet your husband would flat drop dead if he were to see you right now.” Ela whimpered at the mention of Doth. Would she ever see her husband again? Part of her wasn’t sure she wanted to. She was being very unfaithful to him even if it was against her will.

Zee suddenly sped up his thrusting. “Yes, that’s it. Oh, I’m going to cum. Yes. ” Ela was gagging nonstop now as Zee began to ram himself in and out of her mouth forcefully. Suddenly the device between her legs started thrusting even deeper up inside her making her moan even deeper and longer. Zee took advantage of that and really drove his cock deep into Ela’s mouth.

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