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Well as I was saying, she was planning this intervention unknown to me and I was at home drinking again and watching porn. Yeah I get horny when I am drunk. When I heard a knock on the door which startled me, it killed my porn buzz. So I got up fixed my pants and answered the door it was Sarah my best friend. She basically pushed her way in saying we had to talk. I said ok one minute I went to the living room and shut off the tv and told to come in and sit down.

As she came in she was wearing jeans and a t-shirt just everyday clothing. I think I should describe her so you know what I was dealing with. Well Sarah is 5 foot 1 and only 110 pound she works out a lot so she has a good muscle definition. She has shoulder length brown hair. She has a great set of legs and amazing blue eyes. As she sat down I noticed that she was acting kind of nervous. I asked her what wrong. She said Seth your drinking your life away you need to cut back. If not I don’t know how long I will stay friends with you. As she said this I was not really listening but thinking how nice it would be to make her shut up by kissing her. Before I knew what I was doing I leaned forward and kissed her I forcing my tongue into her mouth. She shoved me away.

What are you doing? She asked. Something I been wanting to do for awhile, I responded. Well knock it off I am being serious he... Before she could finish I shoved her backwards on the couch and began to kiss her again she tried to push a way but I would not let her.  As I continued to kiss her I started to move my hand around her waist maneuvering it up under her shirt, she groaned in protest but I did not stop kissing her. As my hand neared her bra she finally got her face free. What the fuck you doing? She yelled. What I fucking deserve after putting up with this shit in my life. And I grabbed and squeezed her 34c tit through the bra. You bastard. She tried to push me off her. I removed my hands from her and grabbed her wrist. You know you want this so shut up, I said.

I took her wrist and shoved her down on her back on the floor from the couch as she hit the floor she began screaming you asshole what are you doing to me. She was yelling loudly so I shoved her arm behind her back and using my weight over her and sat on her waist pinning her arms down. I then reached up and grabbed her shirt and ripped it with a little more effort than planned and tore it off her shoving her shirt into her mouth to quiet her down. She tried to spit it out but I held it in as I removed her bra luckily it was a snap in front bra. As I took her bra off I realized what I could use it for. I took her hand out from behind her one at a time and tied the straps around her wrist and repeated it with the other wrist so her arms were tied behind her. As I sat there seeing her tied up like that. I knew I could do anything I wanted right now. I leaned forward and began to lick her exposed nipple she began to shake trying to get me off her. As she shacked more vigorously I bit her nipple letting her shaking cause it to be pulled with my head she was shaking off.

As this proceeded she betrayed a bit of her anger and moaned and began to shake harder nipple and tearing it free  from my teeth and it bled a little. She got pissed off by that. As she was yelling through the shirt I reached down and unsnapped her pant while sitting on her legs I pulled her pants down as far as I could while sitting on her legs I saw her black boy shorts and got turned on more. I unbuttoned my pant and began to pull them down when she began to try and buck me off. As I was almost bucked off I then sat up and grabbed her legs and held them as I removed her pants.

As I sat above her in just a shirt and my boxers, I removed my cock which was now rock hard and to its full 9 inches. I sat above her on her legs again and began to rub her pussy through the boy shorts. As I could tell even though she was pissed that I was doing this her body was enjoying it. I stopped rubbing her I just had to see it. I grabbed her legs as I stood up and began to remove her undies, revealing her cleanly shaven pussy. God I just wanted to tear into that.

The bad part is I began to sober up as I stood there looking at her completely naked with her hands tied. When it dawned on me what I was doing. Oh god what am I doing I said out loud. I then removed the makeshift gag from her mouth and began to apologize as I untied her wrist I was begging for her to forgive me.  She was strangely quiet and not moving as I released her from her bonds. I backed away as a thought went through my head “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.” I sat on the edge of the couch waiting for the punishment that karma was about to dish out on me. She still silent as she stood up she walked up to me her fist balled up. I thought she was going to beat me for what did.

She stopped inches still naked in front of me I could not help but admire her naked body. As I looked up she seemed to be patiently waiting for me to look at her face. As I did I watched her mouth begin to open up to speak. YOU FUCKING PRICK FIRST YOU DON’T ASK BUT FORCE YOUR KISSES ONTO ME THEN YOU PRECEDE TO RIPP MY CLOTHES OFF AND NOW YOU STOP WHEN YOU BEGAN TO GET ME AROUSED AGAINST MY Will? YOU FUCKING PUSSY DID YOU HAVE A CHANGE OF HEART ARE YOU TO SCARED TO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED. I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU BITCH BOY YOU ARE GOING TO FINISH WHAT YOU STARTED EVEN IF I HAVE TO RAPE YOU TO DO IT. All I could do is look at her, my jaw on the floor eyes bugging out at what she just said.

I sat the in a stunned state as she shoved me back still kind of shocked at what she just said. As I was help back against the back of the couch she moved forward and till she was straddling my lap my cock which still was hard pointing up at her she reached down and grabbed it as she lined it up with her now wet pussy she slowly lowered herself onto it. When it clicked she was serious she wanted to finish. As I slid into her tight pussy I realized how turned on she was really as it was like sliding on a slip and slide. Holy fuck Seth is this what you wanted. As she slid farther down I began to grunt, Yes it is but I never thought my fantasy would come true. Her only response was moaning as she slid up and down my cock as she began to slide back down I began to buck my hips I match her pace causing her to speed up her movements and I matched her each and every move.

As we began to buck and gyrate I felt her pussy muscle began to tight on each and every one of her movements. It was as if her Pussy itself was trying to milk my cock it felt like heaven. My balls began to tighten but I did not want to end so soon. So I grabbed her hips lifted her up and laid her on the couch and began to fuck her harder, trying to get her to cum before I did. As I felt I could not take any more, her pussy clamped down on my cock as she began to scream. FUCK ME SETH HARDER…HARDER…FASTER…OH GOD I AM ABOUT…OH HELL FUCKING YES. As she began to cum it felt like a velvet lined vice was clamping onto my dick and I could not hold it any more. I began to cum jet after jet began to shoot into her pussy as her orgasm began to wind down I pulled out as I was shooting the last jets of my load, which some of shot out onto her stomach as high as hitting her tits. She began to rub it in.

God that was great next time can you please just let me know you want to fuck me, she said. I looked at her and apologized again.

Epilogue

After that we became more than friends. We began to dating for a few years and I stop drinking except socially. I went back to school and now have a full time job in an office making 50,000 a year and here next month I will be leaving the bachelor life for good. I felt I should share this wonderful story of how me and my fiancée Sarah got together for the first time. I found out she likes it rough and she thought I was too much of a pussy before this to even consider dating but that day things change and for the better. Just remember not all women are like this so don’t go raping one of your friends just to test it out.

This is a work of fiction incident in this story and real life incidents are just a coincidence

 if you like and would like more contact me at seth.greif@gmail.com

Chapter 1

Rochelle and I have been friends for years.  We grew up in the same town, going to the same schools from elementary all the way through high school.  We lost touch during college but once I found out that we both were going to college in the same area, I made contact with her.  Ever since then, we have been best friends and have been there for each other through thick and thin.  Usually, I was the person that she came to when she needed help, or just a friendly ear.  While there have been some really bad arguments between the two of us, it was never anything that we let jeopardize our friendship.  She confided in me about her beliefs, her ideals and such.  Whenever I brought up the topic of having sex with whomever it was that I was dating at the time, she would just turn quiet and try to change the topic.  I later learned that she was a virgin, and she was saving herself for the person that she was going to marry.  Over time, while she was the object of many a fantasy, I saw her as a best friend and sister.

Some nights, when we were both hammered (she is a light-weight) after going to the bars, there were those intimate moments between us when she would wrap her arms around my neck and give me a peck on the lips.  She would wiggle her small ass up against my crotch as she did it, but it was all harmless flirting, and we knew that nothing would come of it.  She had a boyfriend and I knew she was in love with him and not me.  Recently, however, Ro has gotten engaged to said boyfriend and has been planning her wedding.  Since then she has moved into his house.  At first, I didn’t really think of it much, I was going out with another girl and that was all that was on my mind.  But my girlfriend and I had broken up and since then I have been really horny.  Then it happened, on the fourth of July, while over at Rochelle’s house, I walked into the bathroom to pee and she was standing there, in nothing but what God gave her on the day she was born. 

Now let me help you picture what Ro looks like.  She is of Filipino descent, 5’3”, 105 lbs, b-cup breasts, full lips and a great ass.  On top of all this, she was completely shaven save for a small strip of hair right above her pussy.  Now normally I prefer a girl with a little bit of meat on her, but it had been a while and she was looking really good.  Within the few seconds that I saw her, the whole concept of forbidden fruit began to take shape and I began seeing this girl in a different light.  Now let me tell you know right now, ever since we have met up after college, I have seen her as the sexy woman that she has grown up to be, but seeing her in all her glory was the final straw.  Ro sort of yelped and I shut the door to give her her privacy.  I went ahead and went downstairs and used the other bathroom.  When Ro came downstairs, she acted like nothing happened.  So I just let it slide, we finished with the night and I went home to my home.

When I got home, I went to bed.  As I lay there, I just couldn’t sleep.  Every time that I closed my eyes, I saw her, naked.  So I got up, pulled out the porn, and jerked off, thinking of plowing Rochelle’s tight pussy.  As I went to sleep that night, I knew that I was going to have to make that girl my own personal cum receptacle.  Just the idea of her losing her virginity to her fiancé was driving me nuts.  I heard her talk about him to her girl friends a while back and how he was sporting only about 4 inches when she had given him a blowjob.  I just knew that I needed her to experience a real man the first time that she had sex.  So the next morning, I began to work on my plan to make her mine.

Getting her alone so I could train her was actually quite simple.  Rochelle is a lightweight drinker, as I have said before.  One day, Rochelle called me up and asked me to go bar hopping with her.  Her fiancé was going out of town for a couple of weeks on business and she was going stir-crazy being cooped up in the house.  I agreed and we set it up to meet later that night.  So I talked my buddy into following us while we went bar hopping.  She has always been a sucker for a guy willing to give her a free drink.  She had never met Dan before and so when he approached her (after I had gone to the bathroom), it was really simple for him to talk her up and buy her a drink.  When their drinks came, Dan “accidentally” spilled her drink on the bar.  While it didn’t get her wet, it gave him the distraction that he needed to slip a rohypnol into his own drink.  After all was cleaned up, he gave her his drink and apologized.  I then came up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.  I introduced myself and he excused himself, pretending to be nervous. 

I asked Rochelle, “Who was that guy?  Do you know him from somewhere?”  Rochelle answered, “Nope, but he wasn’t bad looking.  Too bad I am getting married soon.  At least I got a free beer out of it!”  With that, she chugged the beer and didn’t think anything of it.  About 30 minutes went by and she started to feel a little tipsy.  She asked me to take her home and I told her I would get the car.  She didn’t even make it to the car before she passed out from the effects of the drug.  Because of how small she is, I was given plenty of time to take her “home.”  Little did she know, we were going to my home.  I knew that soon, I was going to be playing out all my fantasies that had involved her.

Chapter 2

I am fairly well off, being a computer systems analyst, and I own two homes.  One is in the city; the other is in the country, pretty much cut off from anything and everything.  Over the last few weeks, I have been preparing the country house.  I put dead bolt locks on all the doors as well as security pads and locks on the exits.  I replaced the window glass with Plexiglas, and I set up a chair and a table with different types of restraints and such.  While I had plenty of sex toys available to me from my previous relationships, I wanted to make sure that everything was in working order so I bought new toys.  I bought three butt plugs, all vibrating and increasing in size, a ball gag, some nipple clamps, etc.  In all of the rooms except the office, I placed small security cameras and an intercom system.  In the office, I set up the room to watch any room I wanted, as well as record anything that might occur.

Finally, we arrived at my house and I carried her inside.  Once inside, I put her in a room and dropped her on a bed that was just a frame and a mattress.  I stripped her down to nothing and placed a shock collar on her neck.  I then just looked at her body.  I thought to myself, “Could it be that she is actually better now than she was earlier?”  I spread her legs and took a good long sniff and instantly got hard.  It took all my willpower just to walk out of that room and lock the door, leaving her looking so ripe for the pickings.

So I went to my office, sat down at the computer and slowly dozed off.  At about 6am, I was awakened by a scream to wake the dead.  Terrified, I looked up and realized that it was my girl.  I laughed to myself a little bit and watched the screen.  Ro was freaking out in her room.  As she tried to climb under the bed, she started screaming for help.  The bed was too low, even for her petite frame to fit under.  As she screamed, I thought to myself, “I am glad that I sound-proofed those walls, in spite of having no neighbors for miles around.”

After waiting for her to stop screaming, I went to the kitchen, made myself a large breakfast.  I thought about giving her some too, but that was to go against the plan.  I left the house and went to go get some more food.  While I was out, I went on to Rochelle’s computer and got into her email.  She was never one to put a password on her account so it was very easy.  I sent her fiancé an email telling him that her cell phone went out so she wouldn’t be able to contact him for a while.  After I was done there, I went back to my home.

When I got back, I looked at the monitor and Rochelle was in a corner, crying to herself.  I thought to myself, “Perfect, she is slowly calming down.”  By that time, it was already 6 in the evening.  I knew that she would be starving so I made her an ample dinner, and put it on a tray.  With the food, I placed a letter, which said the following:

“Dearest Rochelle,

            I understand that you are very scared and confused right now.  That is to be expected when one wakes up in a new place, naked and alone.  All that you need to know right now is that you are not harmed, and won’t be harmed if you cooperate.  If you choose to struggle, you will be punished.  It is all up to you.  Eat this food, I guarantee that it is safe.  I have plans that involve you and I will not jeopardize this.  Just keep in mind, if you choose not to eat this food within 1 hour, I will be forced to take it back and you will not get any more for 24 hours.  I encourage you to eat, you will need to keep up your strength.”

I set the tray through a small trap door and shoved it into her room.  After, I went to the office to watch what happened.  As I watched Rochelle read the note, I saw the horror began to swell in her eyes, and she freaked.  She kicked over the tray, screamed, and cried some more.  After an hour had gone by, she still hadn’t eaten her food.  Saddened that she chose this path, I was left with no other choice.  I had to follow through with my letter.  I looked at the screen, reached over and activated her collar.  When I did that, Rochelle went stiff as the collar activated and shocked her.  I set it up to work like a tazer, and Ro dropped to the floor, unconscious.  I went to the room and it smelled of urine as Rochelle had peed herself.  I cleaned up the food and urine, and left a note with just two words on it, “Bad Choice.”

Chapter 3

The next morning, I woke up and went to the office to check on my girl.  She was sitting on the bed, awake but with a vacant stare.  After seeing her like this, I turned on the voice distorter and spoke into the intercom.  I said, “I hope you slept well last night.  I am sure that you are hungry but that will have to wait until later.  You made your choice, and while it wasn’t a good one, it was yours to make.  You were punished and now you must wait for food.  However, being the person that I am, I will give you a choice.  Comply with my next request, and receive something to eat sooner, or don’t and wait until it’s been 24 hours.  The choice is yours.”  Rochelle thought about this for a moment and spoke out saying, “Ok, I will obey you.  I am so hungry.”  I replied, “Ok, your instructions will come shortly.”

On a tray, I placed a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and a note telling her to put the cuffs on and connect them to the pair hanging from the ceiling after blindfolding herself.  After I pushed the tray through, I walked to the room and watched as my toy followed my instructions.  With that, I activated a winch, slowly raising her until she was on her tiptoes.  When I walked in to the room, there was a beautiful sight that I was left in awe of.  The object of my desire was standing there in front of me, and she had no idea who it was that was doing this to her.  I got close to her and blew on her nipples.  Rochelle started to cry, begging me to let her go.  I just shushed her and rubbed her back.  I had brought in some canned whipped cream and a riding crop as well as other toys in a bag with me. 

I set down the cream and walked behind her, dragging the small piece of plastic along her body.  Rochelle began to cry, “Why are you doing this?  Please don’t hurt me?  I won’t tell anyone if you let me go.”  Tired of hearing her beg, I brought back the crop and struck her on her left tit.  She let out a scream, and begged for me to stop.  I hit her again, this time on her right tit.  I hit her square on her erect nipple (I kept the room very cool).  Rochelle kept screaming, and I have to admit, I began to get a little hard.  Being in control was hot and I loved it.  I stopped for a second, letting her think that I was done, and then brought it down, on her ass.  I continued to punish her small ass until it started to bleed slightly.  As she hung there, sobbing quietly, I put down the crop and pulled out some rope from my bag, securing her with some rings, spread eagle to the floor.

I took a step back to admire my work, and then went in to tease her a little.  I dropped to my knees, right in front of her tight pussy, and blew some air on it.  She whimpered a little and said, “Please don’t do this.”  She could ask all that she wanted, but soon enough, she would be mine.  I picked up the can, stood up, and put the nozzle to her lips.  I sprayed some whipped cream on her lips.  At first she didn’t know what it was, but she licked her lips and took some in.  After, I started to spray it on her nipples, her stomach (around her belly button), and all over her pussy.  As I applied the cream to her body, she started to fidget, as if she were nervous about what was to come.  Starting at the top, I slowly and deliberately licked the sweet cream off of her body.  By the time that I reached her second nipple, her body began to betray her, and she started to secrete juices from her cunt. 

She was leaking so badly, the cream began to slide down her thighs.  So I picked up the pace, I really wanted to have a taste of her sweet pussy anyways.  As I approached her most sacred of areas, she began thrusting her hips forward as if to seek out my mouth.  At first, I teased her by licking around her thighs.  I would get close to her lips, but not quite touch them.  Finally, after what seemed like hours (especially to me), I took two fingers and spread her labia apart.  Rochelle groaned a little, her body betraying her will to keep from losing control.  As I licked her, her clit began to grow slightly, seeking further stimulation from my tongue.  I flicked it once, and she shuttered slightly.  After a few seconds, I flicked it again.  I repeated this process about 5 times, teasing her.  Then I increased my attack on her button, taking it in my mouth, sucking it, giving it the attention that it desired.  Breathing heavily, Rochelle begged me, “Please stop.  I can’t take it.  I’m…I’m…I’m gonna….” With that, Rochelle let out a long moan that originated from deep within her throat.  A primal noise that showed that she lost all control of her body.  As her juices flowed from her now swollen pussy, I let it all accumulate in my mouth.

With juices in my mouth, I stood up and gave her a deep kiss, forcing her to taste the juices in my mouth.  Then, without warning, as we were locked in our kiss, I took off her blindfold.  When she saw who it was that was forcing her to feel what she was feeling, her jaw dropped.  There was a look of confusion mixed with bewilderment that is hard to describe.  Once again I went for a kiss.  At first she tried to keep from my lips, but I began rubbing her sensitive pussy and her will melted.  She kissed back and showed no signs of resistance to my manipulations.  Once I was done kissing her, I left the room, grabbed a tray of food (a full breakfast) and the keys to the handcuffs.  I returned, left the food on the floor.  I then left the room, closed the door and locked up again.  When I went to the office, I lowered Rochelle and she collapsed to the floor, sobbing slightly to herself.  After about 10 minutes, she came to.  She found the key, freed herself from both the cuffs and the leg restraints, and looked at the food.  She just had a vacant stare as she tried to assimilate all the information that was thrown at her in such a short amount of time.  After about 15 minutes, she began to eat.  Once she was done, she went to the bed and cried herself to sleep.

Chapter 4

Rochelle had been sleeping for about 4 hours when I walked into her room, carrying a bag.  She must have been exhausted, as she didn’t even stir when I closed the door.  Once inside, I locked the door to prevent any escape that may be attempted.  Before she had a chance to wake up and react, I grabbed her by her waste, flipped her over and sat on her back.  I handcuffed her hands above her head.  She was struggling to free herself, but she was no match for my size and strength.  All during her struggle, she screamed, “Get off me you bastard!  How can you do this to me?  Don’t you care about me?”  Obviously I didn’t make much head way with breaking her will.  After a while though, she had resigned herself to the current situation and just lay there.

Once I was sure that she would remain calm, I got off her, took a blindfold and a piece of duct tape from my bag.  I put the blindfold on and put a small amount of duct tape over it to ensure that it wouldn’t slip.  After I finished, she said, “Why the blindfold you fucker?  I already know who you are!”  My goal in doing this, unbeknownst to her, was to keep her oblivious as to my surprise.  To think that I was going to get to enjoy myself with someone with such a great body and tight pussy, I almost blew my load right then and there.  Once I came to, I calmed myself, thinking “All in due time.”  I pulled out the special panties that I had purchased from the store a few days prior.  They are a special kind that cover the pussy, but leave the asshole exposed.  On top of that, they had a remote control that caused them to vibrate over her clit.  When I tried to put them on, Rochelle kicked me hard on the chest.  In a split second, I reached out and backhanded her across the face, ending the struggle.  I put on the panties and I pulled out another pair of handcuffs.  I turned her body so her ass was sticking out from the side of the bed and locked her to the other side of the bed frame with the handcuffs.  I left the room, but not before activating her panties and putting them on low.  I came back with some lube and the three butt plugs I had purchased.  After inserting it into her virgin ass, I left the room for about 15 minutes.  I repeated this process until she had the large, 1.5-inch ass plug in her.  Every time I placed one in, she would cry out in pain.  If only she knew what was in store for her next.

I left the final plug in her for about an hour, wanting her to be stretched out for what was to come.  When I came back in, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  She was laying face down, wiggling that little ass, with cum just dripping down her legs.  I guess the mixture of the pleasure from the panties and the pain from the plug was just too much for her small body to take and she came. 

Leaning over her, I asked Rochelle, “Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?  Now remember, either way you are getting ass-fucked.  Its all your choice as to how this all goes down.”  Rochelle replied, “Fuck me?  FUCK YOU!  Why would I want you anywhere near me?”  I answered, “Is that your final answer?  Remember, you need to choose wisely.  Everything you do here and now will affect you for the coming days.  Either way you will experience pleasure beyond what you had last night.”  Rochelle then said, “Screw you asshole.”  I replied, “Very well, you have made your choice.”  I then left the room.

I had a surprise for Rochelle.  She had always talked with her girlfriends about what it would be like to do certain forbidden acts.  Threesomes, orgies, bondage, anal, you name it.  I knew that she had never experienced anything of that nature before because of her desire to save herself.  Well, I was going to help her in her experiences.  Often times, I would notice her looking at Buck, my 5-year-old mastiff.  She would see his 10” cock come out of its sheath, get a wide-eyed look and then turn her head away to feign disgust.  Some times, I would catch her rubbing his belly and “accidentally” rub his cock.  Well today she would get a first hand experience in getting fucked “doggy style.”

I guess Rochelle didn’t hear me come in because she was shocked when I pulled out the plug and shoved the tube of lube up her ass.  She squirmed around, trying to get it out of her, but she wasn’t in any position to do anything.  After emptying about a third of its contents into her, I pulled out the tube and slapped her on the ass hard enough to leave a nice handprint on her tight rear.  I left the room and soon came back with Buck on a leash.

Buck immediately looked up, smelling her pussy in the air.  I unattached his leash and he went right for her.  After sniffing her crotch, Buck gave her a nice long like from the top of her pussy, to the end of her ass crack.  Ro immediately froze in place.  Once it had dawned on her that it wasn’t a human tongue, she tried to get away from his licking.  She kept repeating, “Oh god no, please go away.  SHOO!  Go away!”  Ignoring her protests, Buck kept licking.  Despite her underwear being on, the pressure of his tongue was so great that she has 3 more orgasms.  After a while, Buck got bored of the licking and backed up some.  Rochelle sighed a sigh of relief, thinking he was leaving her alone.  Those thoughts were short lived.  Buck jumped up and mounted her body.  Rochelle was dwarfed by his size.  He was nearly 125 lbs heavier than her and when he landed on her, the wind was immediately knocked out of her.  While trying to catch her breath, Buck began to hump at her.  If she weren’t wearing her panties, he would have surely torn into her virgin cunt and ripped her open.  Rochelle was began to cry, she couldn’t move away from her attacker and she realized that she was about to be raped by a huge animal. 

Buck kept on humping, nearly hitting his mark on a number of occasions but never quite making it.  Each time he nearly got his cock in her ass, she would gasp and freeze.  Seeing that he needed some help, I reached down and guided Buck’s cock to her ass.  In one lunge, he buried about half of his 10” in her ass.  Rochelle screamed a blood-curdling scream and then fell silent.  Now, not only does Buck have 10” of pussy pounding power, he is also very thick.  In fact, he was so thick, that in pushing into her now no longer virgin ass, she tore very slightly, and began to bleed.  The pain must have been excruciating, because she passed out.  I went and grabbed some smelling salts and put it under her nose.  When she woke up, she started crying out in pain, begging me to stop this.  It was tearing me up inside to see her like this, but I was also very aroused.  Soon, I swallowed back my pain and activated her panties, cranking it up to high.

After about a minute, her screams of pain turned to moans of ecstasy.  Soon, she was starting to buck back, trying to get more of him in.  I whispered into her ear, “Does it feel good?”  All she could manage was a slight uh-huh.  Next I asked her, “Do you see what pleasures I can bring to your world?”  In the middle of her reply, she stopped and screamed.  I looked back and Buck had buried himself to the hilt and more blood trickled out of her ass.  In spite of all this, the juices from her pussy were really starting to flow and she arched her back (as well as any person with a 225 lb dog can).  As she came, she let out a long, drawn-out groan.  She came 4 more times before Buck had began to cum.  I got close and asked her, “Do you want his cum inside or out?”  Rochelle yelled, “Please not inside, please not inside.”  “Well,” I replied, “Its not entirely up to me is it?”

As soon as I finished my remark, she dropped to the mattress, passed out.  As I went for the smelling salts, I heard her scream again.  When I looked back, I couldn’t believe my eyes.  Somehow, Buck had gotten his baseball size knot into her ass.  Soon she was crying out, “Its so hot!  Not inside me!  Please take it out!”  Buck continued to pump into her, over and over again.  I knew it had been a while since Buck got his rocks off, but when I saw her stomach begin to expand, I was in awe. 

When he finally finished, he tried to pull away, but he was still stuck.  Buck continued to pull away.  If it weren’t for her being connected to the bed, he probably would have walked around with his little bitch attached to his dick.  Eventually, his knot subsided and he slipped out of her with an audible pop.  My boy stretched her small ass so wide that it wouldn’t go back to shape for a good 20 minutes.  During that time, cum was just oozing out of her ass.  She was breathing heavily so I went to check her out.  She was still awake, the bleeding had stopped, and she was staring vacantly into space.  I leaned down and asked her, “How did it feel?”  She stayed quiet, not responding to my question.  I then said, as I brushed the sweat off of her forehead, “I understand.  We’re done for now.  You can rest now.  Do you want the panties on or off?”  Turning her head to me, she smiled meekly and said “On.”  I patted her head saying, “Good girl.”  I took off her blindfold, and tossed the key on the bed.  I left her there for a few hours to rest up.  Soon, I would continue her training.

Chapter 5

It was six o’clock in the evening when I woke her up again by rubbing the small of her back.  I noticed that she had taken off the panties, but they were soaked through and in a wad on the ground.  While I didn’t tie her up, I brought in some cuffs and rope in case she decided to resist.  I brought her a very hearty meal.  It included a steak, some mixed veggies, and a little wine.  I went over with the tray, and sat next to her.  I told Rochelle, “This is more than that bitch of a fiancé ever did for you, isn’t it?  Has he even made the effort to give instead of take?”  I don’t think that she had ever thought of it before.  She had always just accepted his ways, never questioning his tactics.  As she ate her food, some wine fell onto her right breast.  Immediately I reached over with my forefinger and wiped it up.  After which I put my finger to my mouth while staring directly into her eyes.

“I will treat you like a queen.  I will give you whatever you want that is within my power.  Just ask for it and it will be yours.”  Rochelle looked at me with tears in her eyes and asked, “Can I leave?  I won’t tell anyone?”  I cradled her jaw with my hand and replied, “You may go home soon enough.  But when the time comes, it will be your choice as to which home you want to go home to.  And, while I wish that I could believe that you wouldn’t tell anyone, I know I won’t take that chance. 

Immediately Rochelle blurted out, “I promise I won’t.  I won’t tell a soul.  I won’t go to the police!”  I wiped the tears from her eyes saying, “I know you won’t.  Do you know why?”  She shook her head no.  “Because I have filmed your act of taboo.  I have it all.  Including you thrusting back to meet Buck’s willing cock.”  Rochelle said, “You’re lying.  I don’t believe you.”  I said, “Ok, I am going to take you out of your room.  Just remember, there is no escape because the doors have locks that require a password.  I also still have the collar on you.  If you run, you will not make it far.”  She looked down in defeat, realizing that the hope of escape was gone.

I escorted her out the door.  As we walked through the living room, I saw her spy Buck in the corner.  He was licking himself and she took a double take.  I don’t think that she realized the size of his cock.    I couldn’t help but notice her rubbing her bare ass.

Eventually, we reached the office where I had all of my monitors set up.  I had her sit in the chair in front of the monitors and I popped in the tape.  All you could see was her small frame under Buck, thrusting back to get as much cock into her body as possible.  The moans of ecstasy as he pounded her tight ass were loud and clear.  Rochelle hung her head in shame, understanding that I have indeed been filming her indiscretions with a dog.  If the film were to somehow get out to her family, friends, and most importantly her fiancé, she would lose everything.  Her family would disown her and she would end up on the street.

Once the tape had ended, I crouched down to her eye level and said, “We are linked to each other.  For better or worse, you are in a situation where you have to make a choice.  I will be releasing you in two days.  In four days, you will be made to make that choice.  Either go back to your fiancé, who treats you no differently than someone he met on the street, or to leave him, and stay with me, a man who will treat you like you deserve to be treated.  Someone who will attend to your every desire and need.”  With that, she replied, “So no matter what, you won’t send out this video?”

I said, “Not if you don’t give me a reason to.  I went to the store while you were asleep and picked you up some things.  I bought you bed sheets, a pillow, and a blanket.  Set them up in your room however you like.  They are yours for as long as you want them.”  I then walked her to her things and had her take them into her room.  Once she set up the bed, she turned to me with a questioning face.  “Is there something wrong,” I asked.  “And what about clothes,” She asked.  I replied, “You won’t be needing any.  The house is kept at a comfortable level.  In fact, I think that I am done with them too.”

With that, I began to strip down.  First I took off my shirt, and then my pants.  Ro had never seen me in my underwear before.  When she saw my crotch, her mouth gaped open somewhat.  Now I am not a monster, but I am sporting a good 5” of flaccid cock.  When hard I am up to 8” and I have two large balls hanging under it all.  Even in my limp state, I was over an inch longer than what she had described to her girlfriends as her fiancé being hard.  Not only that, my cock is just over 2” in diameter.  Rochelle just stood there, unable to take her eyes off of my dick as I pulled it out of my underwear. 

I smiled a bit and asked her, “Is there a problem?”  Rochelle didn’t reply so I had to ask again.  Finally, she came out of her state of shock and looked at me.  She seemed to be at a loss for words.  Eventually she said, “I have only seen Steven’s, and his is not that big.  Is it normal?”  I responded, “Well, assuming that he is only about 4” like I have heard you tell Kira, he is on the short side.  Even with that in mind, no, this isn’t normal.  The average guy is only about 6” hard.  You can touch it if you want.”

Chapter 6

She turned around, blushing slightly.  Although she kept glancing back at me, I knew she would need some encouragement.  So I went behind her and lifted up her hair.  Knowing she was sensitive behind the ears, I began licking.  While doing that, with one hard I reached forward and began manipulating one of her nipples.  With my other hand, I grabbed hers and brought it to my limp dick.  Her small hand clasped my cock lightly, as if afraid of it.  Her fingers didn’t even go around it.  I then whispered in her ear, “You are making me feel good.  Start stroking it, see how big it gets.” 

With that, I guided her hand back and forth over my member.  As it began to fill with blood, Rochelle soon realized that I had let go of her hand already and she was doing it on her own.  With my second hand free, I began to rub her pussy, especially her clit.  Within seconds of my fondling, her cunt began to ooze out fluid.  I began to lick her neck, kissing it with little love bites.

Once I was fully erect, I turned her around, and gave her a kiss.  I only did a portion of the work.  She was doing most of it.  She was the one who started shoving her tongue in my mouth.  When I had had enough, I squatted down, reached under her legs and lifted her up.  She was so light that it was easy for me to hold her up high; her legs resting on my shoulders as I ate her out.  Between her fear of heights, and the tongue-lashing she was getting, her endorphins must have been working because she came, right in my mouth.

I savored her taste and put her feet on the ground.  As if her lust had taken over, she kissed me, seeking out her juices with her tongue.  She looked up at me saying, “I taste good.”  I replied, “I agree.”  With that, she continued to kiss me while backing my up to the bed.  She pushed me down onto the bed and dropped to her knees.  Rochelle looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and said, “I have only done this for one other man, let me know if I am doing it right.”

Before I even had a chance to react, she took my cock in her hand and began to lick up its sides.  I told her to play with my balls some and she took one in her mouth, sucking it to the point of pain.  Then Rochelle looked up at me, establishing eye contact, and opened her mouth.  In her haste, she immediately tried to take me all the way in.  Unfortunately, she only made it about 5” before gagging.  I told her to take it easy.  She backed up and tried again.  Each time, she would get further down and when she came up she would apply more suction than the time before.

She looked up at me in disappointment.  She said, “I’m sorry.  I could do it with Steven, but you seem to be too big.  Do you know of a way?  I really want to try.”  I patted the bed and when she sat down, I flipped her around, putting her head over the side of the bed.  She then opened her mouth and took in a deep breath as I sunk my cock in.  After about 6”, I started to feel her gag.  As I started to pull out, she grabbed me by my ass and pulled me forward, burying all 8” of me.  I saw her throat fill up and felt her gag.  Still, she kept it in her throat not wanting to let go of my ass.  After a few seconds, her eyes began to roll to the back of her head and her grip loosened.  I pulled out and she began gasping for air.  I asked her if she wanted to stop.  All she did was open her mouth.  So I sunk in again, and began to face fuck her.

Finally her little friend had to make a beeline for the head, Connie thankfully declined. So I got in real close, worked my charm and had her out the door before her friend finished wiping. Don’t get the wrong impression Connie was ready to ditch the girl anyhow, I just gave her some charm and promises to help entice her.  We walked the three blocks to my pad. It’s a pretty decent place, not too showy but certainly impressed a broad like Connie. Once we got up there, I broke out the blow I promised her I had, cut out a few lines and let Connie get her groove on. I did a few bumps myself; just for the stamina I knew I’d need tonight. Once she was flying I worked quickly, and it was easy peeling that blouse and skirt off of her. I knew from plenty of experience I had to not pussy foot around, once you had the clothes off there would be no objections. I was still fully clothed, had Connie up on the edge of the couch and I’m eating her beautiful pussy like a champ, and she really dead have a beautiful pink pussy. She was digging it I was sure. I love to eat a nice fresh pussy. I reached up and tweaked her nipples a bit to start seeing how much of a freak on this girl was willing to get, she was receptive to it. So I nibbled a bit hard on her clit, she gasped but never objected. I started full on chewing on her shit, and her pussy was just pouring. My cock was straining against my jeans; I had scored with this little freak. I took her into the bedroom and got her up on the bed, peeled off my own clothes, and started fingering her pussy while I was sucking on her sweet tits. They weren’t that large, probably full B’s but they were real, with dark areolas and thick nipples. I had three fingers pounding into her tight pussy. She was deep into it, so I took her by the head and guided her down to my cock. She wrapped those lips around it and I guided her head up and down my cock, god she was so good. I almost blew my load right there, but thanks to the coke I was able to hold on. I took myself to the brink and pulled her off my knob. I pushed her back on the bed, spread her legs and slid my cock into her tight wet snatch. She said something about a rubber, but fuck that. She quieted down after I gave her my length, and she started getting into it. I was pounding this bitch good, reaching down pulling at her nipples, leaning my head down, taking those thick nips between my teeth and giving them a good bite. She had a bit to say about it but I didn’t care. I just kept riding the high. It wasn’t enough. I flipped her over and drove back into her, she was hanging off the bed now, I was on my feet driving into her doggy style. I could feel my cock hit her womb. I made the ass move, dipped my thumb into her little pink bud. She wasn’t expecting it and made a move to pull away, I held her with my other hand on her hip and eased up on the ass. I pushed her down on to her stomach for some leverage, pumping into her pussy still. Both my hands on her hips now. pinning them down. I made my move, slipped my cock out of her wet pussy. Still pushing her hips down into the bed, I used my other to spread her fine ass and quickly, slipped my cock into her ass. She fucking hollered like a mother fucker, but the head was in, I could put both my hands back on her hips and keep her pretty well down on the bed. She squirmed but it didn’t help much, I chuckled a bit I love it when these whores tried to act like they didn’t like it. I pushed my cock deeper into her tight ass, felt the muscles seize around my cocks violation. It didn’t matter I knew once I got it in there, and moved around she’d ease up. And she did, soon I was rocketing my cock in and out of her tight asshole. I pulled her hips up now so I could really thrust it into her, She was moaning or sobbing I didn’t give a shit. I felt that familiar rush and jammed it in her and came in her ass. She just lay there as I pumped the last of myself into her, and pulled out with a thick plop. I trotted off to clean my dick up in my bathroom.

I came back expecting some sort of scene, sobbing or argument there usually was but she was still lying in the same position I left her in. I got a bit scared until I realized she had just passed out. I put her up on the bed and seeing her laying there sprawled out with my cum peeking out of her asshole got me turned on again, I slid up on the bed next to her, and tested how out she was. She was out cold. I took the opportunity to do to her what I never had the nerve to do to a conscious woman. I bit her nipples, pulled them and chewed them mercilessly. Drew some blood but no much. This got my cock hard again, I got on top of her and slid it in her pussy and fucked her limp body until I shot my load in her pussy. She was still out cold. I spread her legs and decided to take pictures of both her holes with my cum oozing out. Taking full advantage of the situation I also retrieved a few items from around my apartment and took various pictures of these in her pussy or ass. Like my keys for one, that was funny seeing my keys hanging out of her pussy. I had to wash them off after but it was fun. I also used my hairbrush in her ass. I wanted to do a broom handle but didn’t want to hurt her. She started to come around so I helped her back with her clothes. She did not leave with her thong I of course kept that. I also didn’t button her blouse all the way so her tits were hanging out. I got her down stairs when she was awake enough to walk, and drove her two blocks back towards the club. Told her to get out. She was kind of pissed but still in a haze, she got out. And I sat in my car watching her stumble down the street knowing my jizz was running down her leg.

I wanted to follow her to the club, but didn’t want her getting her shit in a knot and saying something drunkenly.

So I started up my car drove the few quick minutes home and went up to my pad.

That’s when I found her purse. I checked out her ID and found out the bitch was only 17. How the hell she got into that bar I don’t know. Just thinking about what I did to that 17 year old got my cock hard for the third time that night. I jacked off to the pictures I took of her. I finished myself off, uploaded them to my newsgroup and called it a night. I’d be a good guy and mail her shit back to the address on her ID in the morning.

I doubt she’d remember where I lived.

I think next time I’m going to find me a 16 year old to fuck in the ass, just the thought of it gets me hard.

I

In the bedroom, Jack undressed. His cock was raging. On his orders, Jill and Annie dropped to their nylon covered knees and started licking his cock and balls. Jack stood there, and enjoyed their ministrations. Finally he made them stand up.

"Get on the bed, Cunts. I have a better plan for the two of you", he ordered.

As his beautiful sex slaves climbed up onto the bed, he was at an antique chest in the corner of the room, gathering a bunch of ropes, and a light-weight flogger type whip. Jill and Annie were lying side by side, in the center of the bed. Jack picked Annie up. He held her close, and kissed her. He then turned her around, and put her back on the bed. Now her and Jill were at opposite ends of the bed. Jack made further adjustments, so when he was through, mother and daughter were looking directly at each other’s pussy. Using the pieces of rope from the chest, Jack set about tying Jill and Annie together. When he was through, they were lying on their sides, facing each other. They were tightly bound to each other, and could not move from each other. To complicate matters, their faces were touching the other one’s pussy. Jack’s intentions were obvious.

"Ladies, here is the situation. You are to suck each other’s cunt, until you come. There is a complication, however. I am going to watch you, with my whip. If I feel that you need a little encouragement, I will apply the whip as needed."

With that remark, he brought the whip down on Jill and Annie’s ass, respectively. They squirmed under Jack’s whip.

"The slave who brings the other slave to a climax first", Jack continued, "Will be the winner. In other words, it would be best not to have a cum in this contest, because the first person who cums, will be tortured. Now, Ladies, let the games begin. With that, Jack again brought the whip down on each woman’s ass. Both mother and daughter dove into the other’s cunt. Jack’s cock was throbbing with excitement as he watched this delicious contest.

Annie seemed to have the edge, as Jill seemed to have a hard time concentrating. Annie seemed to know where to work on Jill’s pussy, to excite her the most. Jill was sucking and moaning. Her eyes were closed and she was struggling to hang on. Then it was Jill who seemed to get the upper hand. Jack of course helped her by whipping her delicious ass. Jill seemed to attack her mother’s pussy, and in a short time, Annie lost control, and was cumming. Jill was merciless. Even as Annie was having her climax, Jill became more aggressive, causing Annie to have a second cum. For Jack it was a beautiful sight. His cock was seriously aching.

At last, Annie came back to earth, and as Jack released her from her daughter, she moaned, "Jack, I really tried. What are you going to do to me?"

"Nothing tonight, Sweet Slave", Jack answered. "You can sleep tonight, worrying about what is gong to happen to you. For now, I want to fuck both of you. Turn around and lie next to your daughter. Both of you, turn over on your belly, and raise your sweet asses in the air, on you knees, with your face on the bed. Move now, get it done!"

Jack was now looking at two magnificent asses, framing two hot pussy’s. With their hands still locked behind their backs, getting into position was a challenge, but they managed. He crawled onto the bed, and took a kneeling position behind Jill and Annie. Starting with Jill, he started to fuck them. As his fucked Jill, he used his whip to punish Annie’s sweet ass. The whip managed to catche her pussy from time to time. Soon Jill was cumming. She wanted to lie prostrate on the bed, but Jack had not told her she could to that.

Jack, moved behind Annie. As he fucked her, her again used his whip, to whip Jill’s ass. Even though Annie had just had a climax, Jack’s cock brought her to a new one. Finally, both women were allowed to relax.

Jack released their wrists, and ordered them to play with his cock, with their hands and mouths, and bring him to a cum. By now Jack was ready to cum. It did not take long before he did cum. His cock was in Jill’s mouth when he climaxed. When the flow of cum started to subside, Jill removed her mouth and Annie took over, completely draining Jack.

While Jack regained his senses, both Jill and Annie got up from the bed, and used the bathroom, and undressed for the night. They returned to the bedroom, with warm wet towels. They washed Jack’s body, refreshing and relaxing him. Mother and daughter climbed into the king sized bed, one on each side of Jack, and within minutes, all three were sound asleep, intertwined in each others arms and bodies.

Somewhere in the middle of the night Jack was awakened by one of his slaves sucking his cock. He soon realized it was Annie. When she finished, swallowing all of his cum, she went back to sleep, with her head lying on his belly, his cock touching her lips, and her hand cupping his balls.

Jack and Jill’s wedding was to take place on the first day of June. It would be a warm day in south central Texas, but the place of the wedding was air-conditioned. It had been decided that the wedding would take place at Sir Stephen’s barn. Since it was through Sir Stephen that Jack and Jill were able to form this relationship, he would be the Best Man. Annie would be the Matron of Honor for Jill, with Jeff Brady "giving" Jill away.

This would be a Master and Slave wedding, with strong S & M overtones. Jack and Sir Stephen would wear tuxedos, while Jill and Annie would be dressed as sex slaves. Jill’s wedding costume would consist of a small white lace vail extending down to her shoulders. A white silk garter belt, with white hose, and white high heel sandals, with 5" heels, would complete her attire. Her hands, as well as her elbows, were to be bound tightly behind her back with white silk rope, and a white leather collar would be locked around her neck. A white leash would be attached. A white silk gag would be in her mouth, until she was asked to voice her vows.

Annie would wear a similar costume. As matron of honor, she would wear a beige silk garter belt, with beige hose and beige high heel sandals, like Jill. Annie would also be gagged with a beige silk gag and her hands and elbows would be similarly bound, only with beige silk rope. A beige leather collar and leash would be locked around her neck.

The ceremony would be handled by a Superior Court judge, a friend of Jack and Sir Stephen’s. The judge was also an enthusiastic practitioner of S & M. When asked to officiate at the wedding, Judge Lawrence Bailley was thrilled to do so.

On the day of the wedding, all was ready for the event. Sir Stephen had the wedding reception catered by a friend of his, who was discrete. There was be plenty to eat, and champagne was flowing.

The guests were supporters of S & M activities. Craig Kenyon, Jim Cole and David Rayne were there with their slave/wives. The wives of these men were bound, and wearing very revealing costumes.

There were two other couples, whom Jack knew. The sexual tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

Jill and her mother, Annie, were in a small office, to the side of the auditorium. They had been transported to Sir Stephen’s by Jeff Brady. In strict wedding tradition, it was bad luck for the groom to see his bride before the wedding. Jack came out by himself a short time later.

The Ladies were preparing themselves. Make up was applied with the greatest care, and hair was a coiffure of perfection. After putting on their garter belts, hose and high heeled sandals, they made sure that their bodies were groomed. This included the brushing of pussy hair, and perfume and lotion to enhance their skin tone. Finally, Jeff Brady, bound their hands and elbows behind their backs. Next came the gags. When the two were properly prepared, they were standing side by side, waiting for the ceremony to start. Jeff looked at them, and literally caught his breath when he saw just how beautiful they were. They were absolutely outstanding. Jeff walked over to Jill and Annie. He put his hands on each of their pussy’s, and found that they were both wet. What magnificent creatures these two women were.

Outside of the "ready room" the sounds of the "Wedding March" could be heard. Jeff opened the door and escorted Jill and Annie out into the main room. All the guests were in their seats. Jack and Sir Stephen were at the altar waiting for them. The judge, wearing his black robe, was standing behind the altar. It was time to start the proceedings.

Annie started down the aisle. She took slow short mincing steps, in cadence with the music. This type of stride caused her breasts to jiggle as she walked. She was a beautiful sight to see. The assembled guests were watching her. The men in the room were smiling with lecherous grins. Annie finally reached altar, and took her place on the left. Jack was smiling at her, while Sir Stephen was watching her tits jiggle.

Next came Jill. She was being led by Jeff Brady, who was holding her white leash. Jill was taking the same slow mincing steps as did Annie. Her breasts jiggled also, calling attention to them. Since Jill and Annie had rather large tits, this was a beautiful and erotic scene. Finally, Jeff Brady and Jill arrived at the altar.

Judge Bailley greeted the crowd, and welcomed them to this ceremony. He then asked who would give Jill away for marriage. Jeff said that he would. With that, he handed the leash to Jack. Jill, smiling as best she could with a gag in her mouth, stepped over next to a grinning Jack Dillon. To Jack, she was the most beautiful creature in the world, and now she would be married to him. Annie stepped over to stand next to Jill.

The good Judge uttered a few preparatory remarks, and then looked at Jack. "Jack", he said, "Do you take this woman, Jill Cates, to be your wedded wife and sex slave. To hold and protect. To care for her. To make sure she is a perfect sex slave. To advance her sex slave training, and to help her learn. Do you promise to keep her as a sex slave, secure in the fact that you will love and care for her?"

"Yes, sir", Jack answered, "I do."

Judge Bailley turned to Sir Stephen and said, "Sir, would you be so kind as to remove the gag from Slave Jill’s mouth?"

Sir Stephen walked behind Jill, and unlocked the buckle holding the gag in her mouth. Jill gasped a mouth full of fresh air and gently worked her jaw, which was slightly stiff from being gagged.

"Jill, do you take this man, Jack Dillon, to be your husband and slave master? Do you promise to yield to him, and cater to his wishes?"

"I do", whispered Jill. She shivered with excitement.

"Jill", the judge continued, "Do consent to live a life of physical restraint, bondage, discipline, whippings, tortures, and sexual slavery to Jack Dillon?"

Again, Jill whispered, "I do."

"Jill, do you yield and consent to obey Jack Dillon. Will you readily accept his wishes when he wants to give to you another person, to be used as a sex slave to that person, or persons?"

Jill swallowed, and again softly answered, "Yes sir, I do."

"Finally, do you understand, that by these vows, your husband and master, Jack Dillon, has the right to punish or torture you if you fail to met his demands for your slavery, or for the sheer pleasure of punishing and torturing a sex slave?"

"Yes, I do."

"As you sign of your acceptance of your new status, I want you to go down on your knees, and suck Jack Dillon’s cock."

Jill sank to her knees in front of Jack. He extracted his achingly rigid cock from his trousers, and held it for her to take into her mouth. Jill kissed the head of his cock, lovingly, flicking the tip with her sweet pink tongue. Then she slipped it into her mouth. With her tongue lashing the tip, she started to suck Jack’s turgid cock. After a minute of two, Jack stopped her and removed his cock from her mouth. He reached down to Jill, and helped her to a standing postion. He wanted to save himself for the evenings festivities.

Judge Bailley, smiling, finished by saying, "Jack, will you put your ring on Slave Jill’s finger?"

Sir Stephen handed Jack the wedding ring. With her hands bound behind her back, it was a little difficult, but Jack prevailed, and the ring was placed on Jill’s left ring finger.

The judge looked at the two newly weds, and said, "Well, by the power vested in me by the Great State of Texas, I pronounce you man and wife, and more to the point Master and Slave. Jack, you may kiss your Bride and sex slave."

Jack pulled Jill to his chest, and with one hand squeezing her breast, he kissed her hard, long, and passionately. As he was kissing her, his left arm was around her waist, pulling her tight to him, while his right hand was placing a few well placed spanks to her sweet tight ass. Several members of congregation was smiling and nodding in approval of Jill’s ass being turned into a hot pink hue. It took Jill’s breath away. When he finished kissing and spanking her, he whispered in her ear.

"Sweet Slave, I love you. You are mine, you are my slave and prisoner and I am never going to let you go. I love you so much"

He then looked over and smiled at Annie, who stood there watching her daughter and Jack. She had a tear in her eye and a lump in her throat. She would have spoken, but she still had a gag in her mouth. Jack leaned over, and kissed Annie on her gag.

"You are mine too, Sweet Cunt. I love you, too"

Jack and Jill turned toward the assembled crowd. The wedding attendees loudly applauded the couple. Jack took Jill by the arm and walked down the aisle to the rear of the reception area of the room. This was a happy day.

Sir Stephen took Annie by the leash to escort her down the aisle. He leaned over to her, and whispered in her ear. "Slave Cunt, you need to know that you are about the hottest looking slave I have ever seen. Jack promised me I could have some time with you, very soon."

Annie closed her eyes for a second, nodded her head, and then walked with Sir Stephen down the aisle, wondering what was going to happen to her. Her future was clearly tied to Jack and Jill. Part of her mind was apprehensive, yet the submissive part of her mind was excited, and looking forward to her new life as a "mother-in-law", and sex slave.

In the reception area, champagne flowed, music was played, and the assembled crowd enjoyed themselves. The reception line was a happy event. Every one wished the newly wedded couple all the best. When the men in the gathering kissed the bride, they made sure the squeezed Jill and Annie’s breasts, and delved into their hot moist cunts.

The party got underway. Music was played, and the newly weds danced for the assembly. Jack was holding Jill, directing her movements on the dance floor by holding and squeezing one her breasts. Her hands and elbows were still tied tightly behind her back. Soon other couples were dancing. Slaves were displayed, and put through their paces. Masters compared notes on the enslavement of their wives. The newly wed couple was congratulated. When the Bride was kissed repeatedly, she was also fondled. Her magnificent breasts and pussy were the center of attention. By the time the reception was over, Jill was so hot she would have readily accepted a gang-bang situation.

Sir Stephen announced to the throng, that it was time for Jack to properly consummate his marriage to his slave, Jill. While Jack and the rest of the crowd watched, Sir Stephen took Jill to the center of the room. There, a chain hung from the ceiling. Jill’s wrists and elbows were untied. Jill sighed with relief, as the ropes were removed. As quickly as they were removed, however, her hands were tied above her head, to the chain. The chain was then raised, until she was stretched fairly taught. Sir Stephen spent the next few minutes fondling Jill’s breasts and pussy. Her arousal was obvious. Then, Sir Stephen, using a ball gag, installed the noise suppressor into Jill’s mouth. As he locked the gag strap tightly into position, the onlookers were nodding approval of his treatment of Jill. Finally, he stepped aside, so Jack could proceed with his nuptial whipping of Jill.

Jack had picked a medium weight flogger style whip. He flexed the whip to feel its weight. It was suitable. He called Annie to come to him. He removed her gag, and told her to get on her knees in front of him. Smiling, Annie did so. Jack extracted his cock, and slipped it into Annie’s mouth. With this inspiration, Jack brought the whip down across Jill’s breasts. His whip was crisp, causing Jill’s breasts to bounce, and then shudder back into position, waiting for the next blow. As the whipping was proceeding, Annie was sucking as best she could, considering Jack’s movements.

Soon Jill was whimpering and crying as the tit whipping continued. Jack lowering his aim, and directed his whip down her body until he reached her pussy. Stopping, he addressed Jill.

"Jill, Slave wife of mine. I want to whip your cunt. I have not tied you with your legs forced open."

At this point, Annie was doing an exceptional job of sucking Jack’s cock. He stopped, and pulled her head back, just far enough for her to look up at him, yet maintain an oral grasp of his cock.

"Sweet Cunt, you are to suck me, and tease me, but do not make me cum. If you do, you cunt will be whipped like you have never had it whipped!"

Annie, nodded her head, and went back to her task.

"Now, Jill", Jack continued, "I want you to spread you legs, and hold them open. I am going to whip your cunt. You are not to close your legs, no matter how hard I whip you." As several onlookers quietly voiced doubt about Jill’s ability to with stand a cunt whipping and hold her position, Jill nodded her head.

With the sounds of Annie sucking his cock, Jack swung the whip directly into Jill’s pussy. She flinched, yet she held her position. Jack continued his assault. On the tenth stroke, Jill was starting to sob, yet she held her position. After twentieth, Jack said he was going to inflict one last stroke of the whip. It was to be the hardest, a Mast’s Stroke. He wanted her to push her pelvis out, to further expose her cunt. Jill whimpered slightly, and the pushed her pussy out as far as she could push it. Jack responded, and his whip slammed into her pussy. Jill howled behind the gag, but maintained her position, with her cunt pushed out towards Jack. Several admiring remarks came from the crowd.

On Jack’s instructions, Annie ceased sucking his cock. He next brought his whip down across Jill’s thighs. He walked around Jill, with his cock bobbing in midair, whipping the front and backs of her thighs. She danced the dance of whipped slaves, but did her best to hold her position. Finally he came back to Annie, and slipped his cock back into her awaiting mouth.

Jack ordered Jill to turn around so he could whip her ass. She did, and he did. His whip scorched her ass. Jack kept whipping, Jill kept squirming, and Annie kept sucking.

Jack, at long last, dropped the whip, and after removing his cock from Annie’s mouth, walked over to Jill and removed the gag from her face. He then put his arms around her body, and kissed her.

Jack grasped his rock hard cock, and bending his legs slightly, pushed it into Jill’s pussy. Jill moaned deeply, and thrust her pelvis against Jack’s cock. Jack started to move his cock in and out of Jill’s soaking cunt. With all the sexual tension in the room, the two lovers could not stand this action very long.

Jack whispered into Jill’s ear, "Cum, you sweet cunt, cum for me."

It was too much for Jill. With in two or three more strokes of his cock, she started cum. With her increased pelvic movement, Jack started to cum. His climax was so strong, his knees were trembling.

Finally, both Jack and Jill came down from their erotic high, Jack summoned Annie to come his side. He kissed her, and hugged the both of them at the same time. A loud applause broke out in the assembly. It was a magnificent sight. Every one was happy, especially Jack, Jill, and Annie.

The reception was finally over, and the crowd broke up. Jack secreted Jill and Annie out the side door, and into his Jaguar. Both women were still dressed in their wedding attire, and still bound. Each was covered with a cape.

As Jack drove out onto the interstate highway, towards Dallas, he spoke. "Annie, Jill and I are going away on a honeymoon for a few days. We are taking the Beech King Air, and are flying down to the Grand Cayman Islands. I have made reservations there for a very secluded beach cottage, on a private beach. Now there is the problem of my second slave. What to do with her?"

Annie was feeling lonely, already. Since she had moved in with Jack and Jill, she had never been alone. She wondered how she would occupy her time. She felt a little lost.

Jack, smiling, continued, "I thought about giving her to Sir Stephen for a few days, but then had a thought. I had Jill pack up some things for you. You are going with us. I suppose it is the first time a mother-in-law was invited on a honeymoon with the bride and groom. But in this case, I think it is expected. I will not take "no" for an answer."

Jill was smiling, looking over her shoulder at Annie, "Mother, you belong with us. I want you to come with us, also."

Annie did not know what to say. She just rested her head on the headrest of the back seat, shifted her bound arms to a more comfortable position, closed her eyes, and thought about how she was the luckiest lady/slave in the whole world. Life was good.

The end…and the Beginning.

The incident I want to narrate happened about 4 years back. We had moved to the town only some 6 months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay, understood only a little of the local language, but could not speak it properly. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection officer my husband used to travel a lot within the state. During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw (A 3- wheeler cab). My daughter who was 14 then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to Bombay to my parents' place as her school was closed. My husband had to go to another town about 200 kilometers away for an inspection. So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw.

It was around closing time in the office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me the only friend I had in the office, Tina Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to this town. As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 5:30 and I was at the bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it turned out the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit of his kurta also.

‘ What am I doing!' I said to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to the person.

As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush against my thighs and my ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed with two rows of standees. The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30- 35 minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as I was standing in one row between the two women and a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the other row. Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in front was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 5-6 inches shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door.

As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same guys' wrist on my ass.

‘I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought.

But as time passed, the wrist stayed there, and if anything pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.

‘ I'll have to bear this for some time', I said to myself.

But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over my asscheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly with my right hand as my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my left, the kid standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the other direction. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobsintently. Just then, the person started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made me close

my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me

to see what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the two men

looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started giggling.

‘ God help me!' I screamed in my head.

But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would be the same as the

ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl standing in front of me not

bothering to ask for help from the man next to me. She turned around with some difficulty. I

looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing

towards the man behind me. She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock,

she turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I knew she

did not want to get involved in this. As I was wearing a chiffon sari, the man could easily

grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for

wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it

caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my

petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time.

‘ Hey, what about the guy standing next to this bastard?", I thought.

I

turned my head and looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a blind man. Just then

I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides.

This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move

slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting

beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly.

Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My

heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.

‘ Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat', I

pleaded silently.

Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every

Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. To make it worse, I felt

some twitching between my legs. I was definitely getting wet. My body was doing exactly

the opposite of what my mind was thinking. As the man squeezed and mauled my boobs, I

felt a third hand on my right thigh. I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on

my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be

moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in

his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me. I looked away from the

two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a

voyeur.

I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down slightly. But they came back again

searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching

my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my

lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain, and at the same time

I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying

to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. At the

same time, the shagging man put his hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari.

‘Why couldn't I wear a dress today' I cursed myself.

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I

thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not

realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man

behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I

lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection

on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my

hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting

person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards,

reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over

the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it

fall to the floor.

‘ He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with

the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared

on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing

to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger.

As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what

this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered,

"So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways

indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right

with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the

same to the kid standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both

sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet

crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started

to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's

raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my

heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my

panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to

rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me.

He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty

with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet.

‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

B

y now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe

that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know

where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going

to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his

grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare

hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold

wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my

thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled

apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my

mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my

excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand

holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.

‘I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.

As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hardon

over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find

what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it

was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his

throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to

frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which

trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I

involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close

to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer

to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did

not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse

opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my

cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it

aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I

was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.

"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.

I

did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the

two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down

with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had

missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from

my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had

never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we

were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private

owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man

who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the

wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with

overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet

from the opening in the wall and stopped. He then turned around and faced me. This was the

first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked

about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we

stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than

18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.

The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of

the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the

floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and

wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin

material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was

going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open

blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I

was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.

" Hey kid, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook

and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.

The kid standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading

them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt.

Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized

what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the

bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing

between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my

mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The kid behind me started

to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road

sheepishly. We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen me

naked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one

corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut.

He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The kid entered the hut and closed the door. The hut

was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small

washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook

food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly

warm.

The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all

yours."

These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had

behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the kid

grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly.

Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I

was married.

" Oh my god. She is married", he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately

his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside

me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and cheap

whore. So I responded by opening up my mouth for the eager tongue of the kid. We were

groping at each other's mouths for like a long time. We finally broke our lips when we were

out of breath. He then made me lie down on the coarse bed on my back with my face

hanging down on the other end. I lifted up my head to see the kid removing his clothes. The

other man was watching intently. Very soon the kid was between my legs pushing his hard

dick in my wet and sloppy pussy. As he entered my deep hole, a deep moan escaped my

mouth. I let my head fall back. The kid was thrusting in me rhythmically and at the same

time, his mouth was licking my neck and face and his hands were caressing my breasts. We

would also smooch once in a while. Being so excited, both of us climaxed simultaneously

into a shuddering orgasm. Our bodies were covered in sweat in the warm hut as we

embraced on the cot, trying to recover from the wild session. My back hurt due to my body

being crushed between the weight above me and the coarse ropes of the cot below me.

The kid got up and started to get dressed. Just then, the man got up and came up to the cot

and stared down at my sweaty naked body. " Okay bitch now I'm going to take you in your

ass", he said bluntly. These words were enough to make me horny again. He then turned to

the now dressed kid and said, " I need your help to spread up her ass." He then made me to

fold up my legs and hold them with my knees crushed up against my breasts. This made my

ass and my pussy exposed fully for them. The two guys stood on their knees on either side of

the cot. The man dug his middle finger in my wet cunt and pulled out the wet finger

glistening with my juices. He ran the fingertip from my cunt to my ass-hole. He caressed my

soft back passage entrance, probing his finger inside it not more than half an inch. He again

dipped his finger in my wet cunt for lubrication and this time managed to insert more than

half his finger in my tight ass.

‘ My ass is so tight. If I cannot take his finger, how will I take his penis in my ass. I hope he

is not too long or thick', I thought to myself as I stole a glance at his erection in his pants.

Even as I was thinking this, a wave of current ran through my spine as his middle finger

entered me fully and moved around examining my soft insides. He looked at my face and

then looked at the kid and said; " Now you do the same and get your finger inside with mine

remaining inside". I clutched on to my legs firmly as the second finger violated my back

passage. The two fingers moved in opposite directions, pulling apart my ass-cheeks. My ass

seemed to be loosening up as the man took out his finger to dip two fingers in my cunt. This

time he rammed the two fingers in me. Soon there were six fingers inside my ass. As the two

men removed their fingers, I could see partially how loose my anal opening had become. I

was then made to get up and kneel down beside the cot and bend forward with my hands

holding on to the crisscrossing ropes of the cot and my legs spread. The man kneeled down

behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider. I could feel his hard dick head touching my asscrack.

He pushed his erection in to my pussy and moved it around. He then did the same

with his fingers and lubricated my butt-hole. Then in one big push he rammed his tool in my

rear. I could not believe how easily his tool pushed inside all the way.

‘ This isn't so bad. I can take it in my ass', I thought.

But what I had not realized was that he had some more to push inside me. Now my body

started to feel the pressure of his dick ripping my ass. I started to breathe heavily, clutching

on to the cot firmly. He remained inside my for some time, allowing me to calm down.

When he felt that I was all right, his thrusting started slowly and gathered momentum. His

hands were expertly fondling my breasts and at the same time rubbing my clit. As the first

orgasm rushed through my body, a loud moan escaped my mouth and juices flowed down

my thighs. He waited for my orgasm to subside and then again started the thrusting. " Oooh

yes I'm close", he whispered. Within seconds I felt his warm load filling up my ass. There

was no way that it could come out of my ass. It felt really odd to have his dick go limp while

inside me. He pulled out of me and got up. I remained in the same position drenched in

sweat and totally exhausted. But he was not done. He came to my face and put his limp dick

in my mouth and ordered me to clean it. I licked off the mixture of his semen & my juices

off his organ.

I didn't realize when I dozed off. When I got up I was sleeping naked on the floor. The

owner of the hut was sleeping on the cot, also naked and the kid was nowhere to be seen. I

looked at my watch. It was 5 in the morning. I got up quietly and decided to get out before

he could get up. I looked around for my clothes. Suddenly I realized that I was naked when I

entered the hut. So I sneaked out of the hut totally naked, with my sandals in my hand. It was

still dark outside. This made it difficult for me to search for my clothes. I kept searching for

my clothes for more than half an hour. At the end of it all I could find was my petticoat but

without its string. So I could not even tie it around the waist. I was now naked for more than

10 hours.

‘ That ass hole kid must have taken my clothes as a souvenir', I thought.

S

o I walked back to the hut and entered it quietly. Luckily I found a coat hanging by a nail. I

took the coat and again exited the hut. The woolen coat came up to my knees. But the bad

part was that it had no buttons to close it. So I wore my sandals and held the coat tightly

around my stomach. My house was more than 10 minutes away. I walked quickly all the

way to the house. As soon as I entered the house and slammed the door shut, I rushed to the

bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood under the shower cleaning all the sweat and the

cum on and in my body. I came out of the shower and started to wipe myself looking in the

mirror. I had red marks all over my back and arms due to the coarse ropes of the cot. Though

I had enjoyed it, I was happy that it was over. I got in to the bed and pulled over the

comforter. I took off my wristwatch and my earrings. Just then the horror struck. My

mangalsutra was missing. It was very very important to me. It was a very old piece of

jewellery passed from generation to generation in my husband's family.

And I had forgotten it at that man's house during my wild romp. I had to get it back at any

cost. Any cost?