“Come on in darlin’, have a seat please,” Leon Crag said smoothly, “What can I do for you?”

 

“Well, Mr. Crag, I saw your ad in the paper; you remember we did talk about it over the phone last week, and you called me yesterday for an interview. I was just wondering if the position is still the same?” Rachel asked.

 

“You mean the ad in the Underground Times, or The Times, and or the internet personals?” he asked casually adding, “Please excuse me I talk to a lot of people about a lot of jobs every day.” 

 

“Yes, the one in the Times want ads” She replied softly, hesitantly, “Is the job still available? You did call me, saying something about an interview, and the appointment was for two-thirty and it is two-thirty now. I hope being punctual counts.” Rachel added earnestly.

 

“That job and several others, are always available,” Leon replied dryly, “I run that same ad everyday of the year! Yes, I called you in for an interview, for this afternoon. I thought you might back out quietly, or if you did come it would be of your own free will.”

 

“Really?” Rachel questioned and then pried further, “You mean you have that high of a turn-over for jobs that pay three hundred dollars a day?”

 

“Honey, this is the big city.” He said gently, “There ‘is…’ a high turn-over for three-thousand dollars a-day jobs, there are no free lunches. There is always some one quitting; or some one undercutting, or just waiting to take someone’s place, do not ever forget it! If you decide to stay; go through with the interview and then take the job, you’ll earn every penny!”

 

“Then how, what do I have to do?” Rachel stammered, “I guess I don’t understand.”

 

“Listen. I am sure, where you are from jobs like this do not exist.” he pointed out and asked, “Where are…you from? Remind me please.”

 

“Iowa, I’m from Platteville Iowa, it is a very small town and there are still a lot of different jobs,” she responded quickly sounding secure.

 

“And how old are you?” Mr. Crag questioned.

 

“I just turned eighteen two months ago.” she replied proudly, “Why, does it matter?”

 

“Oh yeah, I remember now,” he replied softly, and scoldingly added, “You bet your sweet little bottom it matters.” Then his face softened, as did his voice, “Do yourself a big favor get back on the bus, and go home, like you say there are a lot of jobs there you’ll find one.”

 

“I can’t. Your ad said females eighteen to twenty-four make $300 or more per day.” She whined, and stared stubbornly, “I’m eighteen. I’m female and need to earn a lot of money in a short time.”

 

“Do you have any idea what we do here?” Leon asked pointedly.

 

“I-it’s not illegal is it Mr. Crag?” Rachel asked warily, “I promised my mom I’d never break the law on purpose.”

 

“Not at all,” he shot back quickly and chuckled.

 

Rachel stared stubbornly her arms crossed, and demanded, “Now! Mr. Crag, it isn’t fair not to consider me for this job or any other job you may have. I’m a high school graduate, and I really need a job! I have references from two of my former employers.”

 

Leon leaned back in his chair hands inner laced behind his head. With a whimsical smile on his face, he looked at Rachel, the wall, back at her, and the door. He closed his eyes, wiped his face and hair; opened his eyes and drummed the desk with his fingers, fumbled through some papers and looked at Rachel for a few seconds more then Leon asked, “Tell me your name again.”

 

“Rachel, Rachel McAndrews.” she responded a little puzzled.

 

“Well Rachel… Rachel McAndrews let me start out easy. What kind of job are you looking for?” Leon asked frankly as he peered over the top of one of the papers.

 

“Full time employment. I’ll work any hours, over time no problem. I have problems in my family we owe a lot of money, and $300 a day would clear them up in a couple of years.” Rachel excited exclaimed.

 

“Sorry to hear that, but you still haven’t told me what ‘kind…’ of work you are looking for?” Leon asked impatiently as he organized a pile of papers as if he were putting them in numeric order.

 

Rachel in a quavering voice answered, “I’m willing to do any thing. I know how to type, file, and take dictation. I’ve done some cooking, and…”

 

“Whoa…! ‘What!’ wait a minute, back up a bit! You are talking minimum wage work here, unskilled labor.” Leon interrupted impatiently, and continued, “You can’t earn $300 in a day at those kinds of jobs much less get paid $300.00 for the interview!”

 

“W-what are you talking about?” Rachel stammered.

 

Leon said, “I’m interested in giving you the $300 interview, I told you about on the phone, but you got to be thinking that there must be strings attached to this money. Right?”

 

Hesitantly Rachel nodded casting glances allover the room, and stammeringly asked, “What is the $300 interview? I strip and have sex with you?”

 

“No…” Leon replied calmly, walking to the filing cabinet pulling a key from his pants pocket. He looked at Rachel and continued, “You do ‘have…’ to have your clothes… taken off, but not by me, and no, no sex today. I don’t have sex with possible clients, does that help ease your fear some? You have something I need; I have something you need.” Leon pulled the money from a box in the top drawer, held it in his hand, and looked at Rachel smiling warmly added, “You still have to earn it and money like that isn’t easy to earn.”

 

“What kind of ‘interview’ am I here for?” Rachel hesitantly popped emphasizing the word interview.

 

“Well do you or don’t you want the interview?” Leon asked waving the money, adding, “You have a lot of personal questions to answer, and a written questionnaire with some very personal questions to fill out at your leisure. Rachel to put it simply, I sell flesh.” Leon paused to let the bomb land, took a short look at her and continued, “You won’t have any more monetary value to me, or earning potential than you have right now ‘because…’ of your youthful ‘innocence’.”

 

“Yes I do.” Rachel paused and her face flashed red as the last of Leon’s statement sank in. “My innocence?” Rachel queried, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“Honey I think he was just a boyfriend and maybe only a time or two. Anyway, around here your as innocent as a new born babe.” Leon brayed and chuckled quietly, “I’ve been with a man.”

 

“I can’t be a prostitute!” Rachel chopped out her face bent in disgust.

 

“No, not a hooker, or call girl taking multiple Johns ‘no, no, no…!’” Leon snapped out sounding a little impatient paused for a moment then continued, “nothing so common place. I don’t think you would make a good one any way. Let me explain. I run a very special and very expensive service. I take care of my clients, and ‘My…’ girls and boys. I take ‘good…!’ care of them. I did a check-up on you, just to see if you were worth the time of a full interview. I have a private investigator on retainer, and he is thorough. He said I quote no suspicious behavior. No drugs no boy friends, just works hard and keeps the house clean.”

 

“I’m confused. I am sure the job is about sex but not being a hooker or call girl. What is it?” Rachel interjected nervously and then her eyes grew wide and she barked out, “You investigated me?!”

 

“Easy… settle down… I know a few things about you now, so I called you back, now let me finish.” He paused as he waited for her to settle down then started, “I run a special business; I got the idea for it, from when I was using and running hookers and call girls. I used to surf the online personals for fun. After receiving, a raft of complaints from my people, girls and clients I did some research. I went from polygamy, to sex slaves, from concubines to surrogates, to sex toys. To put it simply I rent live-in sex toys and or maids or to put it even simpler Rent-a-mate.’ Full time live-ins or if you prefer wives…‘domestics/lovers living sex toys.’” Leon smiled smugly and added, “They do it all, from the floor to giving birth. They go from cooking, washing clothes and dishes, to washing pussies and penises, to house keeping. Much like old-world Japan. I was surprised at how fast it took off, and at how successful I became, so much so I’ve become a multi-level incorporation. I’ve branched into banking, insurance, and real-estate.” With a prying eye Leon stared at Rachel and assertively added, “You work good for me and my clients I can be your one stop shopping mall for your family and all their needs.”

 

“I still don’t understand I feel so confused.” Rachel admitted in a puzzled tone.

 

“As I said, I did a check on you.” Leon said firmly, stopped shuffling through the papers, and put them down. “I’m satisfied your hard working, and honest. Young lady; you have a drive to thrive, and making efforts to better your self, and the people close to you. Your Mom is sick the rent is over due, and your brother’s tuition isn’t late yet but will be soon. I can help with all of that. Rachel… you have a very nice face, a good body, with all the right proportions. My clients will find you very attractive; actually, you are exactly what many of them are looking for. With a little coaching, I can get you headed in the right direction. I will… look out for you; and you can be ready to retire in five to six years, maybe sooner if you play your cards right.” Leon assured with loose smile, and continued, “Well we’re almost done. First question, will you do as you are told?”

 

“Y-Yes?” She hesitated, fidgeted, and glanced at the door as if she were going to run.

 

“You don’t sound to sure.” Leon pointed out and then asked, “Will you finish your assignment as long as you are treated O.K.?”

 

“I’m sure ‘Yes. Yes…!’, and yes...! If  ‘you!’ set me up, I will do my part.” Rachel firmly claimed and with a trailing voice added, “I’m just afraid; this sounds like one of those things, where a person either wishes they died, or disappears never to be seen again.” Rachel’s face had a fearful expression.

 

“That is a reasonable fear, ‘but…’ I said I watch out for my people and you would be one of ‘my…’ people. That is how I have survived. The threehundred dollar interview is over, here’s the money.” Leon informed coolly and laid the money on the table in front of Rachel.

 

“Over! I don’t understand. Did I fail or what?” Rachel asked exasperatedly and stared at the money.

 

“Oh no, it’s time for the next level. Put that money in your pocket it’s you’res.” Leon said with a smile. “The thousand dollar interview is next.” Leon said as a wet smile beamed from his face.

       

“Oh sure. Is this where I strip and have sex with you?” Rachel said with disgust and stopped from putting the money in her purse.

 

“No! I told you I don’t have sex with my clients, or the people that work for me; but ‘you…’ will have your clothing removed, as I said earlier. You ‘will’ have sex with my girlfriend, but not right away, and yes people ‘will…!’ be watching, a lot of people will be watching.” Leon said sternly as he watched Rachel’s reaction to this new information and relaxed as he watched her put the money away.

 

“I what…I can’t! I don’t. I…I haven’t done ‘that!’ since high school, and then just ‘once!’ and ‘no…!’ one was watching.” her face blushing a very bright red and with resignation in her voice she added, “a lot of people gawking at me… God.” She cast glances all around the room as if being spooked then asked, “Where will everyone be?”

 

“At their homes and offices don’t worry it is all done by camera.” Leon warmly said then asking, “Did you like it? Tell me about it, please it will help with the bios my clients will want to read. But first read this aloud, and sign it. Then I want you to read this,” Leo handed Rachel a booklet and a single sheet of paper.

 

“I give one Mr. Leon Crag the right to post my pictures on the web site ‘Rent-a-mate.com’, and E-mail my bio-stats to interested clients. Here you go post away,” Rachel quickly scribbled her signature and started talking hurriedly about her tryst, “It really wasn’t much more than a dare, like I will if you will. I said go first she kissed me on the mouth and took my cloths off. Oh this is kind of embarrassing, but she kissed my pussy and made it feel good so I did it second. I guess what we did is called sixty-nine, I didn’t have an orgasm and neither did she, yet still, we both liked it we just wanted our boy friends more. It was the only time. Any way what’s the bios and pictures about?”

 

“Well… advertising; it gives me a chance to get you started earning money for me and you a little closer to earning your money, by showing the interested members what you have to offer. Oh by the way this is a ‘members only’ affair. That was a nice story; it tells me you have a bit of an adventuresome spirit, and still innocent. They will come in handy.”

 

“How does this work? And what is this booklet about? I thought you had to know a lot about sex to make money at it?” Rachel inquired skeptically.

 

“I’ll say this; coupled with the way you look, your ‘lack’ of experience, and the ‘I dare you to’ attitude gives you value.” Leon said assuringly and then added, “I’ll tell you in a bit, about both how all this works and the booklet. You hungry?”

 

“Yes. I could eat,” puzzlement and curiosity filled her voice and face.

 

“How about oriental? Spicy oriental?” Leon teased.

 

“Sure I like Chinese,” She said smiling.

 

“Well let me give Starr a call. I want her to help us, with the rest of your ‘interview.’ Stand up I want to get some pictures,” Leon directed, “that’s it, turn to the right, and now face the door, now face the wall, okay you can sit back down.” Rachel’s heart jumped with every click of the camera.

 

“What no nudies?” Rachel pertly quipped.

 

“No. Not yet,” Leon said in a mater-of-fact tone and added, “You do realize that you are going to have your clothes taken off, that you are going to handle a pussy and a dick. Get very explicit both verbally and physically in front of web-cams with my members looking, listening, and asking questions?”

 

“ Yes but Mr. Crag I just can’t shake off being afraid,” her voice trailing off as she looked at the door again.

 

“Oh I understand Rachel. If you didn’t have at least some apprehension you wouldn’t be here,” Leon warmly assured adding “Starr will help you, from now on just call me Leon.”

 

Rachel sat down feeling dizzy and somewhat stunned, musing over the information while Leon was on the phone, “My how this ‘job interview’ changed before my eyes; from work to entering the flesh market. That was never more than a passing fantasy, now that I think about it I realize how dumb or naive I have been, thinking this would be a snap. I had to be crazy thinking I could earn that much money, without having to give something of value in return.” After taking, a deep breath she thought, “this will be a good way to take care the family. Pay for Mom’s medical bills; get Jeff in college and his fancy computer, get them both a place to stay, and food to eat. Only they can’t find out about it. My… God! It would kill Mom!” Rachel jumped up, and started to bolt for the door then stopped. She stood there panting loudly her face beet red and nervously blurted out, “I want…! I want to go through with this, ‘all of it’; but I ‘don’t…!’ want anyone, my family, or my friends to find out what I am doing!”

 

“Just a second Starr, I have to talk to Rachel hold on.” Leon looked at Rachel and said calmly “Don’t worry. The first three rules of my business are privacy, privacy, and privacy. ‘Ok…?’ Starr you got the order… good, and you’ll be right here…? Great see you soon.”

 

“I’m sorry I just got scared.” Rachel still blushing excused her self then confessed, “You are right my mother is sick and needs to see a doctor. Jeff and Mom need a better place to stay and yes, the rent is past due.”

 

“Don’t worry about a thing.” Leon warmly consoled adding, “we will get you set up with automatic bill paying and insurance for the two of them. My service is safe; I won’t put you with first time clients that could be risky, and you will be looked in on.” He explained and looked at Rachel warmly and assuringly added, “You won’t be drugged, tossed into a dungeon, and tortured. With the exception of some recreational drugs, you will be working in a drug free environment. I will set you up with an advance against what I think will be an exceptional and profitable term of service. We were in luck Starr was at the café all ready. I’ve posted you picture and profile on the members only board, and sent out e-mails to the prospective couples, that your profile matches their wants, wishes, and needs.”

 

“What have I just agreed to get into?” Rachel asked in a woeful and apprehensive tone her face stressed with concern.

 

“The sex business; to have sex with a strange couple at their whim and wish, and to let me help you take care of your family. You have agreed to be a long-term live-in mate and housekeeper, an extra wife to the husband, a playmate and helper to the wife. The sexier and more agreeable you are, the better. The second three rules are make’em happy, make’em happy, and make’em happy. That is what Starr is going to help you with. So read that booklet, it will raise some questions and answer some too.”

 

 “Just what is ‘sweet’ Starr going to do to me?” she whined wrinkling her nose trying to feign unwillingness.

 

“She isn’t going to abase you, Starr is just going to settle you down some give you a few pointers and psyche you up for the interview. You’ll read that you are not allowed to say no; you ‘must…!’ dutifully obey both of your owners. You ‘must…’ to the very best of your ability deliver service with a smile. They are not allowed to physically hurt you or emotionally abase you unless it is part of the contract. You cannot be imprisoned unless it is introduced in your contract.” Leon paused to let the information settle and then added, “They can reprimand you for mistakes and ‘order’ you to perform better after telling you what you did wrong. You have to agree to everything in the contract before signing.”

 

“They can’t hit or lock me away in a dungeon.” Rachel nervously asked.

 

“I have clients that are prone to that but in your case we are not catering to them.” He waited for her to calm down and continued, “The men are paying for it so some times they are going to ‘take...’ a quickie, and sometimes they might use you for hours. It’s the same with the wives you ‘will’ be spending most of your time with them. There could be weeks when all you do is pleasure your owners, and not one second will they spend pleasuring you, maybe become even more demanding to see how you will act.”

 

“I can’t imagine what I would have to do to keep a woman sexually happy.” Rachel remarked, as she looked at the floor her hand between her legs obviously warming to the situation and becoming aroused.

 

“I want to point out specifically the highlighted part on page six.” Leon started out saying with a pure business attitude, “upon selection of bidder and signing of the contract the signer ‘you’ agree to stay sequestered on the premises, while waiting for you contract to begin. You can leaving only with an escort, and you are not allowed to participate in any sexual activity.”

 

“Sounds like I’m going to be a slave; a sex slave aren’t I? A lesbian sex slave, and a domestic servant.” Rachel chimed disappointedly as a shiver raced across her body.

 

“Yes. Again, don’t worry, read the booklet.” Leon asserted and comfortingly added, “I will help you with your choices for your first time. Sex and submissiveness ‘are’ the biggest parts of what I sell and what you will be doing and it can be easy.” He paused smiled a beaming smile adding, “You just have to learn to give in to their wishes freely. Remember you must be ‘fun…!’ Starr will coach you, and tell you a few of her experiences to help you get a better understanding of the requirements. You will be working harder than you ever have, I promise. Keep reading. I have a nice quiet room for you to stay in should we need one. There will be a one to three week wait while schedules mesh and the paperwork wraps up you will have the run of the place but must be escorted by one of my staff.”

 

Rachel read in silence quickly scanning the pages, looking up puzzled and starting to ask questions, stopping and reading further sighing when some of them were answered. She looked up again puzzled and asked, “Why don’t you use hookers or call girls?”

 

“For obvious reasons, in your case they are not able to satisfy my clients needs, plus they are not trustworthy.” Leon noted.

 

She read a little farther and burst, “Wait a minute I ‘do not…!’ want to be a wet-nurse baby factory.” Rachel declared loudly.

 

“You didn’t do a good job of reading.” Leon rebuffed informing, “That falls under the bonuses program; your supposed to get pregnant if you want the bonuses, but you must abort within eight weeks. Starr will explain all that to you.”

 

“OK. The money happen with bids being placed for…” Rachel paused her face flared red when she said, “my services…”

 

“Bidding, yes like at any auction the participants will look you over ask you questions, and place their bids based on your answers, appearance, and performance.” Leon explained somewhat amazed at how fast she was catching on.

 

“Like a car or art or an estate auction like the black woman chained to a pole and sold?” she quizzed farther.

 

“Oh! We’ve got a lot of responses coming in already, and there’s sweet Starr at the door. Well yes, ‘exactly’ it is people bidding against each other to own ‘you…’ mind and body. You will become the winner’s property just like a long time ago, the only difference no whips or chains. I will give you a list of the top five bidder’s profiles and you will make the final choice. You will…belong to them in every way for the term of the contract. If you don’t want to owe me money then you will make it good for at least six months. I’d say read the rules and regs through again while we eat.”

 

“And if I owe you money?” Rachel asked her question with a suspicious tone in her voice.

 

“No I won’t kill you or break a leg.” Leon responded with a sarcastic tone of voice and then calmly informed her, “We will set up a payment program and yes, if you default, I will turn it over to a collection agency. I am not a gangster.”

 

The door swung open, in walked a big-busted, full-bodied, auburn haired, dark tanned woman her arms loaded with take-out food boxes. She set the boxes on the table, took off her coat hung it on the rack, and looked at Rachel. She smiled her pouty red lips opening as she beamed.

 

“Starr. I’m Rachel. How are you doing today?” Rachel acquainted her self with her future mentor.

 

“I’m fine. Leon was telling me a little about you earlier today. He is right you do look like the girl we all wanted in school.” Starr sang smiling, as she pulled at her hair to straighten out the wind curls. Starr’s tight hair accented her tanned, plump round face then gazed at Rachel sizing her up head to toe and with a smile warmly added, “Yes you even look like the girlfriend I wanted in school.” Starr found Rachel’s thick bushy eyebrows and full head of long shiny black hair stopping at her shoulders attractive and enticing, as she knew that Rachel would have a very thick matting of shiny black hair covering her genitalia. Her body still had baby fat making her roundish but firm looking certainly not fat looking. At five seven, and one thirty-five Rachel was very pleasing to anyone’s eyes. Atop her pert thirty-four D breast making mounds in her thick blouse were large buds caused by her gumdrop-sized nipples. Starr finished fluffing her clothes and with a smile and warm gaze moved toward Rachel.

 

Blushing from Starr’s lingering gaze Rachel announced, “Leon says you are going to help me learn a little something of the sex business. I have decided to go for it… all the way, and I can… use what ever helpful information you are willing to give.”

 

“Ol’ Leon asked me to give some special tutoring.” Starr humorously replied and warmly assured, “I’ll be happy to answer any and ‘all’ question you can ask and some that you will not think to ask. After sizing you up, I see Leon has as usual under stated how attractive you are. You do have that full-bodied look, yet pert, with that down to earth natural beauty, that most of his; ‘special…’ clients look for. Hell I find you enticing.” Starr warmly admitted as she looked on with a seductive smile.

 

“I hate to interrupt but I’m hungry, so let her read, while we all eat up.” Leon interjected and then added, “I will confirm that an auction will happen in two hours.” He paused and looked quizzically at Rachel and asked, “Or should I e-mail a cancellation… Rachel?”

 

“No! Yes! No!” Rachel excitedly exclaimed as she stuttered, “I mean I am going to go for it! All the way! You ‘have…’ an auction!” Rachel quickly and enthusiastically confirmed.

 

“That’s the spirit.” Leon chimed and shoveled some food into his mouth.

 

“You have to act like ‘a-more-than-willing’ participant.” Starr pointed out, and asked, “Leon have you actually pointed out that Rachel will be catering more towards the wives and how the time schedules work? What she is expected to do? And most of all how we will be looking out for her?”

 

“Yes, yes, and yes. I thought you could explain the different ‘bonus’ programs.” Leon mumbled around a mouth full of food.

 

Rachel gulped her bite down and asked, “Yea. One, five, six, and six months the manual said but I am not sure if I got it right.”

 

With a swallow and slurp from her drink Starr replied, “If you only go one month or less you won’t be called back, you failed, and you may owe Leon money. I’m going to make sure your headed in the right direction so you can avoid that.” Starr pointed out then filled her mouth with rice again.

 

“One, five, six, and six months. That is eighteen months with no problems nets an automatic $1,800.00 bonus. The very least you’ll earn is $162,000.00 with no other bonuses and no deductions. With no rent, utilities, or food to pay for. You’ll be covered by your owners medical insurance, and your family will be covered by your insurance.” Garbled Leon and with a chuckle added, “That is good beginner’s pay.”

 

“That is more than a life time pay compared to what I’ve been earning.” Rachel observed with an uneasy grin. Then hungrily took a mouth full of pork followed it with rice and exaggeratedly chewed.

 

Leon reminded her between gobbles. “You must realize that you are selling, at the very least, six months of your life into ‘servitude…’ becoming a slave with what could be a very demanding pair of masters.”

 

“You are only allowed one day off every two weeks.” Starr pointed out, garbling around a mouth full. She swallowed and went on, “You get a full two days pay extra, for every day-off not taken as an extra bonus at the end of the full contract. So by going the full eighteen months that will be seventy-two days of extra pay. Hey Leon help me out with the math.”

 

Leon looked up from the food; a wet smile beamed from his face, and while tweaking his nipple looked right at Rachel saying, “No days off says you ‘want’ to be there. Depending on the bids, it could net you at least $21,600.00 less my pittance. I pay an extra $1800.00 bonus out of the interest I earn for not having problems with the contract. So, say for arguments’ sake you get $300.00 a-day. To keep the math simple for now I take my fees fifty a-day. That leaves $250.00 a-day or $7500.00 a-month or $90,000.00, a-year or $135,000.00 for eighteen months no bonuses no interest and no deductions. I say from experience that that is the very least you will get.”

 

“That is a lot of money.” Rachel remarked with puzzlement in her voice and skeptically asked, “The interest you earn?”

 

“Of course I make money off your work and more the better you work out.” Leon cynically remarked.

 

Starr interjected explaining, “Oh yes; the clients pay six months in advance at the beginning of each term. Depending on the reason the contract is terminated early, Leon either refunds the full amount and you get stuck with a bill, or he pays you off, giving you the contract option to continue or stop. The full contract is eighteen months, in six-month increments, with an exit clause at the end of each of the six-month terms.”

 

“What is the most I will pay Leon?” Rachel inquired in a skeptical tone.

 

“If you get $300.00 a-day I take $50.00 a-day. If you get $400.00 a-day then I take $75.00 a-day.” Leon assured in a business like tone adding, “No less than fifty, and no more than one-fifty a-day so it would behoove you to work for the higher bids.”

 

“Except for what you’ll be sending your family you will be leaving the money in the bank because you won’t need it.” Starr explained her voice sounding like a business woman and with a laugh added, “Hell by the time you satisfy the first contract you’ll have Ol’ Leon paid off and taking care of your family with your own money.”

 

Rachel cut Starr short asking, “What is this pregnancy bonus about?”

 

“Leon?” Starr looked at him.

 

“No. That’s your department.” Leon said as he fumbled through the empty boxes of food grunting, “Shit I’m still hungry.”

 

“I call them conception abortion bonuses. To get them you have to announce, to your owners, that you are pregnant and ask them to terminate it. The safe time is six to eight weeks, and you have to terminate or you will violate the contract. You get $3000.00 upon confirmation, and it goes straight into your account. I conceived six times in eighteen months, that comes to $18,000.00.” Starr stated proudly and added, “It starts earning interest right away too.”

 

“Didn’t it hurt you?” Rachel queried in a distressed tone, “Didn’t you get sick?”

 

“Not at all. I put on weight twice, but as you can see, I took most of it off.” Starr assured and then added, “In six months, I go back on the auction block. This time I will be a surrogate mother. The minimum bids will open at three hundred per day and double for the last four weeks, then fifty percent a-week till weaning. Sex and house work will be optional at that tim...”

 

“This all sounds to good to be true. I’m puzzled. Why only three contracts?” Rachel interrupted.

 

“Leon that’s your department.” Cooed Starr.

 

“You are right, as I said earlier the bidders become your owner. You sell your freedom. The first month gives the couple a chance to see what they bought. The five-month term gives you an opportunity to see if you want to go for another year, in six-month increments or back out and take some money. During the contract, you will not be allowed to go anywhere that you are not taken to by the owner. They will go places and not take you must stay home. You will be eating, bathing, and sleeping, with them, and you cannot be potty shy. Keeping up appearances is very important. Your day off is spent in a private room ‘in’ their home. Well by the end of the third contract, four and a half years, I’m afraid you will have lost your appeal to those long term clients.” Leon explained and added, “Remember it is your youth and innocents that is of value. There are other lucrative contracts available, but that’s for another time. Any way I suspect that if you stay and complete all three contracts you won’t need to work.”

 

“So I cook, clean house, and have sex with my ‘owners…’ as you call them. I submit to their every whim and nothing else.” Rachel commented dryly.

 

“You won’t get past the first month with that attitude.” Starr jumped in. “Hun your going to act fun and be fun. You must be seductive and seduce them and be seduced by them. Think of them as your mates your lovers. You’ll need to melt in their hands, and you will need to make them melt in your hands.” She paused as she mused over a memory and remarked, “What makes a toy popular is that it is fun and easy to play with.”

 

“Starr, here is a partial list of bidders.” Leon pointed out, “There are a couple of first timers. They seemed okay, I mean they passed my detective and he is thoroughgoing, but lets drop them anyway.” Leon rubbed his hands together and then declared, “I have all of my clients thoroughly investigated. You were thoroughly investigated.” He cast a warm look at Rachel and firmly said, “I have never lost a mate to a bad client. Pimps beet their girls and the hookers get stiffed or killed all the time. There are none of those risks with my service. My clients pay me a lot of money and expect to get what they paid for.”

 

 “Hey. These two sound fun.” Starr sang out with enthusiasm after gulping her food down and then read from the bio, “Wife likes to work her husband over with the help of a second woman, but for one on one prefers a woman’s touch.” With a little laugh remarked, “If you play the part you could have a lot of fun. When husband is away mate will provide sexual release in a variety of ways hell I’m getting wet reading this.” Starr said with a laugh her voice trailed off as she continued, “She must keep up with the household chores, will accompany wife shopping to the gym, bike rides anywhere she wants her to go. Shit reads like a want ad in the personals. Okay lets skip to some of the rules when out of the house she will talk to no one, respond to medical emergencies only, and walk arm and arm or at least stay close, and be very attentive. Well it still sounds fun if you go along.” Starr said as she lingered at the words on the page.

 

“So we have an ‘auction!’” Leon crowed with satisfaction. “I have to get set up.” And Leon headed for the hall.

 

“Who is the guy that’s going to fuck me Leon?” Starr yelled as he started down the hall.

 

“If it matters there are Greg, or Jerome they have been saving up for the last eight days. Which one do you want?” Leon yelled back.

 

“Surprise me Leon.” Starr shouted and started talking to Rachel again, “So this is how it will go first you just sit by the bed in front of the cameras.” Starr explained in a friendly tone.

 

“’Cameras!?’ Oh yes the cameras.” Rachel interrupted and asked, “What did I just start?” her voice crackling with surprise.

 

“You didn’t think they were going to bid and buy sight unseen?” Starr sarcastically asked.

 

“No I guess not Starr.” Rachel conceded.

 

Starr continued, “The first round happens with you in the chair, next to me sitting on the bed. The group gets to ask you five questions. The way you answer them the tone of voice, your body language will determine how the bidding goes. You remember when you were in school writing essay answers the more informative your essay the higher the grade, well it is the same here.” Starr remarked and warmly looked at Rachel.

 

“Starr. Is this like a conference call everyone hears everyone?” Rachel distressfully asked.

 

“Yes Rachel everyone hears everything questions, answers, and the bids offered. The second cycle starts with us. We will be kissing and petting. They will be using you… so they are going to want to see if you are a good seducer and easy to be seduced. You are being bought for the wife’s benefit mainly, but the husbands are there some of the time, some more than others and you do belong to them as well. So you must satisfy their whims, fancies and orders too.”

 

Starr paused a few moments to muse and then continued, “Just to give you an idea. One afternoon I was with the wife naked on our bed. She had blindfolded me and we were into some serious petting. Well we were both getting hot when she rolled on top. She started frenching me and playing with my clitoris, while the husband snuck into the room and mounted her from behind. I nearly jumped out of my skin when he bumped my legs and knew exactly when he slid his dick into her, because her saliva started cascading into my mouth around her tongue. They had been having sex for almost thirty minutes; when with out any warning, he stuffed his cock deep inside me and gave a few long quick thrusts, and his sperm surged into me. I was so startled I screamed and bucked trying to shake his dick out of me but the wife let out an impish giggle and held me tight until he pulled out. That is one of the times I conceived.” As she became quiet, Starr smiled amorously reminiscing.

 

“Am I going to fuck Jerome or Greg, Starr?” Rachel shyly asked.

 

“No. You will have to strip the male we do use and handle his dick, but I’ll ‘get…!’ to do the fucking.” Starr explained as she rubbed her genitals and dreamily added, “I prefer sex with men because I love the feeling of a hard cock moving inside me. The feeling of sperm gushing, soaking my cheeks, and running down the crack of my ass really thrill me still. Just thinking of it gets me wet.” she paused and took a few deep breaths and added, “Dildos and strap-ons are okay but little more than pacifiers. When I am with a woman I would rather she use her tongue and or fingers to get me off, and I ‘dooo…!’ love to exchange fluids with women!” Starr dreamily stared at the floor as she diddled her nipple.

 

With a loud sigh, Starr continued explaining the bidding process, “The third cycle starts with individual bidders asking more questions and deciding weather you do me or I do you first. Think of these questions as essays too but requiring only short essay answers. So depending on the out come of this Q and A I will be exposing, and touching different parts of your privates and you will be handling mine in turn. We will take different poses, lying down, bending over or standing up with a leg propped on a chair or something. We will be spreading our legs wide so they can see every little thing.” Starr stopped and watched Rachel turn away in embarrassment and knew her embarrassment was from being turned on. In a deep alluring voice she continued, “We will be fingering each other’s vaginal folds and anuses suckling each other’s breasts. The bidders are going to be watching your responses as we take turns with our ministrations to each other. You must look like an eager and happy participant. The more aroused you look the wetter the wives will get, the harder their dicks are going to get, and the higher the bids are going to go. If you know what I mean?”

 

“Yes. I knoooww…what you mean!” Rachel smiled quipped and then assured, “I will try to arouse you, and let you arouse me, and look good doing it.”

 

“Rachel you look really good you have the face and body these people really want. The; I’m young, fertile, and full of cum, and I’m easy, look see how easy I get hot.” Starr consoled and cupped Rachel’s cheek. Rachel’s eyes closed and her knees warbled. Starr quaffed deeply at the air and closed her eyes and in a voice near whisper warmly warned, “We will continue this later!” Coolly Starr continued Rachel’s orientation, “When the forth-round starts we will both be making love; the two of us, having sex together. We will be going from French kissing to down on each other, you know sucking tongues, lips, nipples and clitorises. You will have your fingers in me and I’m going to have my fingers in you. Don’t worry about cumming on my face I like it, but even if you don’t like my cumming in your face you must look like you do. And yes the cameras will be running, catching the action from all angles, ‘all…!’ of the action from ‘all…!’ of the angles.”

 

“Starr I’m not sure but I don’t think I have ever had an orgasm.” She grimaced casting glances around the room as her face flashed deep red, and in a shaky assured, “I know I will like you juices on my face.”

 

“Not even when you masturbated?” Starr asked puzzled.

 

Rachel grimaced as she admitted, “I never masturbated.”

 

“Never?” Starr gave a deep husky sigh and combing Rachel’s hair with her fingers warmly assured, “Well I am going to be looking forward to giving you your first orgasm. Don’t worry it doesn’t hurt, I promise!” Starr smiled impishly her upper cheeks reddening and continued. “When the fifth-round starts I say I want ‘my man go get my man.’ You go get him and walk into the room hand and hand this is where you first handle him; you kiss him, take his clothes off, you rub your naked body on his, you rub his cock with your hands, legs and buttocks, you turn him on and tell him that your mama wants you. As saucily as you can and still sound real.”

 

“I don’t think can I rub his penis in front of the camera.” She nervously admitted as she danced from foot to foot as if she had to pee.

 

“Rachel you have too. It won’t squirt on you or bite you.” Starr teasingly quipped and then warmly added, “They need to know you will handle their every little thing.”

 

“Just rub it not have sex?” Rachel pried farther.

 

“You are not supposed to suck or fuck it.” Starr said as a matter of factly and with a smile on her face coaxed, “Just hold it against your face and smile, that will drive them crazy I promise. You keep forgetting these people are after you for your inexperience not your experience, your youth and innocents, not you wiles. You do have to prove that you are willing to and can so to speak ‘handle…’ the job.”

 

“I can do that. Starr? I am still having trouble understanding this whole thing.” Rachel resigned and grimaced as she added, “I still keep seeing those nasty reports of the white slavery trade and can’t hel…”

 

“Just relax.” Starr interjected and consoled, “Leon started this business for those very reasons he hated every article.” Starr gave Rachel a much-needed hug and then went with her introduction, “Remember the important thing is being sexy without seeming like you are straining. I’ll rub the sheet if I think you need to slow down some. The next cycle of bidding starts when you put his dick into my pussy, and start sucking my clitoris, and moving his dick inside me with your hand. This is ‘the…! Pose…!’ my fave and theirs too… mostly.”

 

“Why use that pose? I know my mouth is going to touch his penis!” Rachel’s face wrinkled and she stuck her tongue out as if having a foul tasting substance in her mouth.

 

“Yes. Just don’t think about that, think of kissing my pussy.” Starr became quiet as she reminisced and then warmly assured, “That is the one position they all share. You’ll see why when it happens to you, it can be explosive. I’ll tell you a short story.” A broad smile beamed as Starr collected her thoughts her cheeks turned blush as she started, “I was with my first couple it was the third week, and I hadn’t had sex the two months before my arrival and watching them having sex made me ache. They had sex in bed every night with me lying next to them or under them getting wet from their sweat for the first two weeks. I tell you I was hoorneey…!”

 

“I just finished my shower, and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed smiling at me a kind of crooked sexy smile she had when she knew I was aroused and I could smell her heat. She was just patting the bed next to her, where she wanted me to lie down. When she moved I saw the shinny wet spot she made. I was quite nervous because this was my first contract and my first time being with a woman, except for the interview. I was sort of turned on already when she started kissing my face and fondling my breasts. She knew exactly how to squeeze my nipples. When she started frenching me, and putting her fingers inside me, my fire was lit, my juices were running out of me, and she made it feel ‘Oh…!’ ‘So…!’ Good! She was tweaking my nipples with the fingers of one hand while diddling my clitoris with the thumb of her other hand splaying my labia with her fingers. She knew just when to stop to keep me from cumming. My God! I would start to pant and gasp and she would stop and stay very still and wait for me to come down then start again. She did that to me several times till my groin started aching. She was kissing her way down to my vagina when her husband lay down next to me and began fondling my other breast and nipple, nibbling my ear, and pressing his cock onto my side. His dick was already very hard I could feel it throbbing. I was trembling I was so hot, and so scared. It felt like some one was blowing up balloons inside of me and then letting the air out, I thought I was about to explode.”

 

Starr paused took a short drink of water and started again, “Her suckling my clitoris and fingering my labia kept me so dilated I was wide open. My cream was beading and flowing down my anus, I was soaking the sheet beneath me. I was getting close to cumming when in one smooth movement, they pulled me on top him and with her mouth still suckling my clitoris, she slid his cock into me. My God…! I exploded before it was all the way in, I tried to scream but couldn’t. I just gasp uncontrollably and moaned mindlessly. I grabbed two handfuls of her hair and shoved her face onto my pussy. My vaginal muscles convulsed gripping his cock tightly; I heard her grunting and moaning loudly like she was having an orgasm too. I ground her mouth into my clitoris, and felt I was going to jump out of my skin gasping and writhing. I felt so spent, yet when she started manually moving his cock inside me and when he started ejaculating I exploded again, I thought my innards were squirting out of me through my pussy with every contraction. His dick didn’t go soft then either.”

 

“The three of us rolled over he was on top and she was under me. I was passionately kissing her we were moaning loudly and grunting like animals. She was foundling my breasts and nipples while he was working his dick just inside my opening rolling my labia with every quick short stroke. Over the next thirty or so minutes I probably had twenty small orgasms, but when he ejaculated I yelled and jumped from the forcefulness of his stream. When we finely finished we just lay there in a pool of our sweat, and his semen mixed with our juices.” Starr took a long pause and reminiscently added, “I for the most part, have had a good time with all of my owners. It’s best to think of them that way, because they are… your owners. Remember to keep your guard up some of them are ass holes and will try to trip you up, cause you to violate the contract, and as you know it saves them money.”

 

“Oh! Starr you’ve made me wet my panties, my fanny is slipping inside them. Maybe we can fool around a little first?” Rachel enticed as she slipped a little closer.

 

“Save it for the camera.” Starr cautioned, “You will need to look Hot…! Wet…! And Sexy…!”

 

“I feel all melted inside I ache. I will be glad to help you have an orgasm, and know… I want you too.” Rachel purred smiling and whispered, “When we get the time.”

 

“You know Rachel this doesn’t have to feel like work we are allowed to enjoy the bidding process.” Starr cooed and ran her fingers through Rachel’s hair smiling as she said, “During this round when you start manually making him cum inside me they are going to want to watch your pussy and see if you turn wet while he is cumming. Your bottom will be faced right at the camera, and it will be a tight shot.”

 

“What do you mean ‘a tight shot?’” a puzzled look washed across Rachel’s reddening face.

 

“A close up. A well lit… close up. And your legs will be spread wide so you will… be wide open, offering a full view.” Starr alluringly patted Rachel’s buttocks.

 

A weak smile appeared on Rachel’s face as she asked, “Starr? Say I stay the full term do I get a vacation or what?”

 

“No more than a week and the time it takes to start another round of bidding.” Starr informed adding, “More than that and you’ll have to pay for the escort you will need.”

 

“An escort?” Rachel remarked in surprise and asked, “What do I need an escort for?”

 

“As long as you work for Leon and his special clients you belong to them and Leon twenty-four seven three sixty-five.” Starr explained and with a light laugh added, “Don’t worry Leon will pay for the escort the first week. If you stay longer than a week, you have to pay for the escort. If you go without an escort, you will loose your priority in the bidding and have to get and pay for another check up. Another three rules here are, security, security, and security. He has to protect his clients, and that means us too.”

 

“Do you know why they pay so much to conceive then have an abortion?” Rachel asked with a confused look on her face.

 

“Some like to ‘cum’ in a fertile womb, others believe that they are freeing a spirit.” Starr mused before continuing, “Don’t ask me to explain that; as for me I love the feeling of sperm gushing inside my womb.”

 

“So the long and short of it all is; I just stay at their house and cook, clean, have sex, and be a dutiful wife for eighteen months at a time?” Rachel pertly recapped.

 

“It depends on the couple and the ground rules, but yes you must comply completely, or you will violate that contract.” Starr firmly asserted adding, “The six month term has to be completed or you get nothing, even if there is only one hour left.”

 

“What if someone in my family gets sick?” Rachel quizzed.

 

“That’s a medical reason, and something will be worked out so you can take an absence.” Starr answered and then quipped, “I have trouble reading too it is all in the brochure.”

 

Leon came around the corner looked at Starr and Rachel, “Rachel give Starr a wet kiss.” He ordered and with a chuckle asked, “Did you give Rachel the blow by blow on the bidding process?”

 

“HUmmm huumm.” Starr toned as her lips were sealed to Rachel’s.

 

“‘Oh!’ That looks ‘swee…eet…!’” Leon remarked as he watched the rosy cheeks meshing and then brayed, “I think the bidding is going to be heated maybe even over the top! Because every one of the families of the Tantrik love cults have joined the bidding, all of the older couples as well as all of the younger couples.” Leon paused as watched the screen and then blurted out, “Even a bunch of our pre-approved first time couples have come on line to join in, and a bunch of the singles have logged on just to watch.”

 

“Rachel you kiss good like you know what you are doing.” Starr purred as she cupped Rachel’s cheek.

 

“It can’t be that different than kissing boys.” Rachel smiled blushing a little and nuzzled Starr’s palm.

 

“I would say you are going to have a lot of fun and get paid for it too.” Starr commented gayly, then cautioned, “Stay away from the Tantrik love cults as I hear they are really hard to work with.”

 

“Are they dangerous?” Rachel whispered.

 

“No they are extremely demanding.” Starr answered frankly and then explained, “They really believe in the exchange of fluids during sex!”

 

“Well girls, show time fifteen minutes!” Leon said as he ground his hands together and an impish grin beamed, then introduced, “This is Greg. He will be assisting us with parts of the bidding. Greg ‘this…!’ is Rachel, and you already know Starr.”

 

“Hi girls.” Greg said as he turned towards them.

 

Rachel just stuttered when she tried to speak as she had been caught off guard by the huge bulge in Greg’s pants. Starr kicked in, “Oh don’t mind her she has never seen such a well endowed male but not to worry she ‘will…!’ catch on.” Starr ensured as she gave his flaccid penis a firm shaking.

 

End. Chp. 1

 

I had a lot of fun writing this story and hope you will enjoy reading it. Ch. 2 will be a lot more than a fun tease. Please send comments to writermike2003@yahoo.com. All reasonable and constructive e-mails will be responded to.

Thank you for your time. writermike

 

 

There was also changes when it came to my school day, for now there was hardly a day when I didn’t have some marks from my learning punishment , with the marks of the whip being so bad at time that I was unable to go to school at all, and this was beginning to become a problem, for not only was I missing time but my personality had changed so much, to the school I was once a very outgoing girl now I was reluctant to do any sports for fear of my marks being shown , once when I did attempt to go swimming as the marks was faded I still got strange looks from my fellow school friends, so from then on I tried everything to not do any kind of sport in school.

About three months after my birthday, the school was getting to a point where something had to be done. I got home from school with a letter for my parents to go to the school for a talk with the head, not sure what to do about this, as we all knew my training was going so well that it really couldn’t be put on hold, my father saw no other choice but to arrange for Jeff to come to our home and work out what to do. After talking with my father he agreed that they needed to solve this problem and that he would be over the following day, and for me to be there when he arrived. I remember how excited I was, I was tied to my fathers bed that night taking my nightly punishment, when the thought about seeing Jeff made the pain was almost bearable, my father took this sign of lack of response to attack my body more harshly , I also think he wanted Jeff to be proud of the marking he gave me, my father also now insisted that my mother took her punishment at the same time as myself, so now when it was bedtime instead of just me lying over my fathers bed, at first my mother found this very humiliating, but over the weeks she realised no amount of begging this routine was here to stay. My father would get very aroused having us both naked and at his mercy that before he would untie me and retie me in my own bed, I would have to watch my father not only beat my mother but also fuck her , most nights he would fuck her where she was tied , just loosen the rope enough for her to rise to her knees, and I would be bound and tied next to her as he fucked her like some whore , we would so close on occasions that her sweat and cum would drip over me, listening and watching them would drive my near to madness and the burning in my cunt would be unbearable, some night I would find myself begging to my father to allowed myself to touch myself , but each time I was refused, in fact since the last time Jeff was at our home and I cum on his leg like some dog humping away. I hadn’t been aloud to cum again.

The next day started the same as any other my father would come in and untie me and take me to his bedroom to watch my mother suck on his cock, she would always play with her own cunt when she did this, and if she could make herself cum before he did that would be the only relief she would have all day, of course if she didn’t then she had to stay frustrated until my father was in the mood to use her again. She was just getting up on her knees to leave to start to make my fathers breakfast, I always followed her to help and learn, on all the domestic chores . When my father called me back into the room, I went to speak to him when he put his finger to my mouth , he mentioned that as Jeff was coming to the house today that I should make sure that I was ready for him, the look of confusion on my face was enough for my father to carry on the his explanation .

As a good wife he carried on you always have to be aware of your husbands needs, at all times and those needs mean sexual, now you have come accustom as to how I treat your mother sexually, and also that your mother is always ready for me to explore and rape any orifice that I choose, that is because every morning she has a routine to prepare herself for the being a sexual slave, he went on that he had wanted my mother to teach me this, but as time is short today and she had more than enough on her plate getting the home ready for Jeff visit that my father had invited someone else to help and show me what was expected of me to do. Staring silently down no really sure what it was that my father wanted me to say, in walked two women their names was Sue and Katie they was a little older than my mother, but both was slim Sue had the bigger tits out of the two of them but both woman’s tits was impressive. My father was still naked from fucking my mother, as the two girls walked towards him he grabbed one tit each, mauling them as he spoke to them, explaining that Jeff was coming over today and that I needed their help in getting ready , Katie looked at me with a small smile saying that it would be no problem and he could leave me to them, sue seemed more stern I was a little frighten of her. Katie now had her hand on my fathers cock, as he didn’t see why it would take the two of them to just get me ready of a bath he ordered sue to take me, and still having hold of Katie’s tit she remained, while the bath was being run I watched Katie undress in front of my father dropping to her knees she took his cock deep into her mouth, cupping his balls with her hands she set to work her head bobbing at a fast pace, my hand went to rub my clit, if it wasn’t for the hard slap I got off sue, as she had already been warned not to allow me to cum the water was ready it was a little hotter than I was use to and I winced as I got in, sue said I will have to get use to hot baths as they help to take away the aches and soreness from being punished, I was relaxing in the water listening to Katie being fucked by my father, after a while I could hear the moaning of my father exploding his seed into her, it was a sound I had gotten use to. Katie walked naked into the bathroom red marks covered her arse and tits as she bent over to help sue wash me I could see the start of my fathers cum slip out of her, her cunt was only inches from me and I could smell the sex coming off her, I had an urge to run my finger across her cunt lips to get a feel of the heat and wetness that her cunt was showing , her cunt looked ravaged from my fathers attack on it.

Lost in my own thoughts of her cunt , I almost toppled back as both sue and Katie leaned me back into the water holding my legs wide sue got a cut-throat razor out, as I hadn’t been listening to what was said I almost jumped out of the bath, again I got a slap off sue this time much harder, my heart racing I stayed still as they went about shaving the small amount of hair off my cunt, until I was smooth, Katie reached into a bag which they had brought taking out some oil that was almost like baby oil she started rubbing it into my body starting with my arms and neck they both had their hands all over my body rubbing it into my tit’s the sensation got my cunt going again, even though these was two woman older than my mother, the control they held and the movements they used I thought I was going to cum there in the bath, just I closed my eyes I slipped off somewhere in my mind, Katie was ordering me to stand and bend over , just as I did so my father walked into the bathroom , he was still naked and seeing that Katie was now busy with me he ordered sue into the bedroom, now even though I was upside-down I could see my father clearly, he didn’t bother to undress sue he just lifted up her skirt around her waist plunging his fingers into her cunt he order her to get her tits out for him, pulling on the poppers of her dress it flew open with no bra on her tits was soon hanging there, after getting his cock wet with her cunt he pulled open her arse I watched sue face as he stabbed his cock deep and full in one move, she bite down on her bottom lip but other than that she made not attempt to remove my father , watching all this while Katie was rubbing oil over my back and legs the urge to cum was stronger than ever, I think Katie sensed this as she leaned closer to me I could feel her naked body on mine as she rubbed in the oil she also rubbed herself against me her tits felt exceptional rubbing over my arse she made out to be putting oil over my feet, the moaning from me was matched with her own unable to stop herself she placed her palm against my cunt lips just touching my clit she held it there while she allowed myself to rub and grind against it, taking hold of my hand she got me to play with her nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers was enough to push me over the edge slapping my cunt into palm lost in the sensation of feeling the release of mouths of frustration I just started to cum and cum I was lost in my own mind unaware of anything around me , my legs turning to jelly I needed to rest against Katie to steady myself , eyes shut closed getting ready for over wave to wash over me,

when SLAP I shot up straight my hand still on Katie’s tit before I could focus I felt other Slap this time tears sprung to my eyes, there stood in front of me was Jeff. Katie pulled herself away from me trying to get out of his way, but it was to no prevail he was ferocious with us both, dragging myself by my hair out of the bath and Katie by her tit the one not two minutes ago I was caressing forcing us to stand facing each other about one foot apart, in a voice that I knew even then there was no point in begging him for forgiveness, ordered us to stand still and if either of us moved then the other girl would get five more whips, from his flogger, which was one I hadn’t seen before as it wasn’t any like the ones my father used on me.

The pain was like nothing I had felt before and thankfully have only felt a few time since, after the second blow I was screaming in pain begging for him to stop, tears running over my face I was scared to move because of what he would do to Katie but I was also unable to withstand it, sobbing to her that I was sorry for moving I jumped nearly every other whip, by the end I was on my knees crying uncontrollably the pain that I felt even after he stopped was almost as bad as when he was inflicting them upon me, as for poor Katie her back and legs was untouchable, she sobbed but stayed standing , Jeff looking at my mother told her to take her to the family bathroom and help her get cleaned up and dressed. She walked towards Jeff and kissed him passionately on the lips thanked him and walked away followed by my mother and Sue.

As for me I was lying on the floor in a pool of my own piss unable to talk through the sobs Jeff quietly asked my father to leave us. Jeff knelt down beside me, I backed away looking like a frightened rabbit he held my hand and lifted me to my feet, I was shaking and begging him not to hurt me anymore, when he wrapped his arms around me. In a calming voice he whispered that he wasn’t going to hurt me that it was a lesson I needed to learn and now that I have learnt it that I had nothing to fear of him, I pushed myself close to him I wanted him to tell me everything was ok and that I was a good girl again, I wanted him to tell me he loved me and that he would always look after me, I so much wanted him to want me, as he cradled me I reached down finding his cock , desperate to give him pleasure, with the pain still burning into my body , I needed to give him pleasure. He unzipped his jeans taking his huge cock out I slipped to the floor between his legs taking his cock in my hand trying to remember how my mother did it to my father I started to lick and suck , fifteen years old and this was my first blow job and I wanted it to be a good one . I sucked and licked played with his balls did everything my mother does for my father, the urge to bring pleasure to myself wasn’t even there all I wanted , all I needed was to bring pleasure to this man, feeling his balls tighten I tried to widen my mouth more ready to catch all of his seed, to show him that I was almost a woman ready to become his bride, holding my head he was careful not to push his cock to far down my throat as the first gush of his cum came flooding into my mouth, then it seemed like it was never going to stop flowing I gulped and swallowed like my life depended on it, till the last drop was gone , then just as I had watched my mother I took his cock and licked it clean.

Rising back to me feet my legs a little stiff mainly from the whipping they had just taken but also from the length of time I had been down sucking on Jeff’s cock, sitting me down by his side he informed that was one of the best blow job he had ever had , but there was sadness in his eyes as he spoke , due to the fact he had to offer me comfort after the punishment , I was to be beaten again, tears was filling my eyes as he said this, mostly through fear of other whipping like I had just received but also because I had disappointed him again. He ordered me to stand and bend over, nervous and shaking I did as I was told, thankfully it was just his hand and the 20 whacks came rapid and was over before I knew it .

Pulling me down onto his knee, he was stroking and playing with my tit. He told me something that I still feel proud of even today. That even though I hadn’t agreed to any of this, that I have accepted it and learned from it, that never once had I over the last yr or so asked anyone if this all could stop, listening to him I realised he was right and that I had fell into the role, even more than that it felt right that this was what I was born to become, with that he kissed me fully on the mouth taking my breath away. Then standing he told me to go and clean myself up and to join him downstairs as there was people waiting to met me, as I walked passed him patted my arse, from the look on his face I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to fuck me and I couldn’t wait.

 

 

On the times when we were alone together our interaction often included the usual assortment of adolescent thrill games such as “truth or dare” or strip poker. These games were usually just silly excuses for us to get naked and observe each other’s mysterious anatomy. She’d offer to show me hers if I would show her mine. Overall, our meetings remained fairly innocent and our mutual fascination with nudity was more out of curiosity than sexuality. There were a few times, though, when we also discussed the mysterious topic of sex and the functions our different body parts apparently served in it. We had some vague ideas but no details.

 

The summer we were 13 I spent several weeks at Linda’s house on an extended visit that provided us many more opportunities to be alone together. Linda and I had gotten bolder with our games and we used my visit to continue our mutual nudity and sex discussions. We often dared each other to get completely naked and then we’d cavort around inside her house in the buff for several hours. We did many common adolescent activities like chatting, playing games, or listening to music but we did it while naked. We continued to enjoy our mutual interest in nudity and we somehow managed to keep it secret so no one was the wiser.

 

Yet during those naked sessions I couldn’t help but notice that I was becoming erect more and more often while with her. While erections had occasionally happened before, the frequency and intensity of my boners this summer was something new. I found it could happen at any time. While we listening to music or playing cards my penis would suddenly spring to life and stand up straight. Boners were a bit embarrassing for me and very interesting for her. She’d make some gentle jokes about it but it was clear that Linda was intrigued by my penis, even more so when it became erect. Even though our nudity had never included us touching each other I think she was pleased by the sight of my wood and she was beginning to realize she was the cause of my erections.

 

Our sex discussions also became more interesting. We talked and talked about what we thought sex was all about. One day we’d looked at a softcore porno magazine featuring photos of naked women in provocative poses. We both found it fascinating and I remained erect for the remainder of our afternoon together and my balls continued aching. Although we were still vague on many of the details, at that age we were both aware of how enjoyable sex was supposed to be and why people men and women humped each other. We both knew sex involved partners getting into bed together and laying on top of each other so they could rub their bodies together. I suspected that the humping act involved men ejaculating sperm, like the wet dreams I’d been having, but beyond that the details were vague.  

 

Linda and I both began to notice a hot and flushed sensation that overcame us during our magazine viewing and sex discussions. We noticed it got even stronger each time I became erect and it was clear the feeling was something more than the usual glow we felt we felt when we were naked together. We didn’t fully recognize that the heat building between us was strong sexual attraction and how powerful it could be.

 

That all changed during one hot afternoon. She’d been acting a little edgy that day and when we found ourselves alone she’d suddenly said she wanted us to get into her bed together. That gave me pause. I knew that what she was suggesting was a bit beyond our usual innocent games. It would involve kissing and touching and humping and other things we’d talked about but never tried. I felt a bit of apprehension but also overwhelming excitement. Everything I’d ever read and heard about bed play said that it was exciting. So, I agreed.

 

We wasted no time in stripping off our clothes. That part was routine by now. But the anticipation of being in bed together was something different. It felt more exciting now. My cock certainly had no problem responding to her suggestion. It was erect before I ever removed my jockey shorts and it remained stiffened to its maximum length while I stood there watching her remove her bra and panties. The heat and tension in my cock felt more urgent this time, like it was expecting something important to happen. Meanwhile, Linda was already climbing onto the mattress of her four poster bed and waiting there for me.

 

The sight of her bare ass and pussy wiggling as she worked her way across her bed on all fours stoked me even more. Somehow they both now looked much more attractive than they ever had before and I felt a burst of what I later recognized as raw lust. I was feeling flushed again and couldn’t really think clearly because the heat sensation was now much stronger. My heart was pounding and it was all I could do to think in small chunks. I was alone with her in her bedroom. Her frilly female underclothing was strewn all around me. My naked cousin wanted me to join her in her bed. I felt hot and hard.

 

I didn’t really know what to do next but my cock was throbbing rapidly and directing me toward her bed like a compass needle. So I followed and burrowed beneath the sheets with her and we lay side by side for a few moments, barely touching. My erection was creating a mountain in the bed covers but neither of us was quite sure about what to do next.

 

I asked her if she knew what to do and she replied that I was supposed to get on top of her. I knew that bed activities usually involved men getting on top of women so they could rub their bodies together, which was supposed to feel very good. That was probably the reason why dicks got hard, so they could be rubbed against girls. And rubbing it probably meant I’d ejaculate sperm, like the wonderful wet dreams I’d been having lately. I knew those felt good. If this was going to be an opportunity to ejaculate, then I was all for it.

 

I moved over and hoisted myself up on top of her while she scooted beneath me. I rested my weight down on her and we found ourselves face to face, the weight of the blankets smashing us closer together. I quickly found it was awkward trying to find a comfortable place for my stiff cock which was poking her.

 

Nevertheless, we found the closeness enjoyable and arousing rather than annoying. Gravity was actually acting to make this easier. Her boobs were pushing against me and my erection felt like it was lodged right in her crotch. I’d never touched her pussy before with my fingers but I was now doing do with my cock. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders to hold her tight. That felt good and I thought I was beginning to see why people liked this.

 

She suddenly started kissing me, catching me by surprise. I wasn’t really sure if I was supposed to kiss my cousin like this because we never had before. But she continued licking and sucking me and I soon caught on. We enthusiastically began mashing our mouths together and curling our tongues around each other. It was fun although our teeth sometimes clacked together and her hair tickled my face. But our eagerness to explore didn’t stop. Our breathing got heavier and I could feel her heart pounding beneath me. I found I was enjoying this immensely and hoped she was as well. She certainly showed no sign of wanting to stop.

 

Our bodies began writhing and soon she opened her legs wide. That proved to be an even more comfortable posture because I was able to slide more closely between her thighs. Her open legs allowed our waists together more easily and my erection began throbbing directly against her pussy lips, as if this body position was intended for just such a purpose. Then I felt her hands clutching my hips and butt and the sensation drove me to higher arousal.

 

I continued rubbing my waist against hers, my cock and balls sliding smoothly against her pussy lips. This must be fucking, I thought to myself. I didn’t know if what we were doing was correct but it sure felt good. I continued to pump my waist against hers as our breathing increased and the look on her face told me she was enjoying this as well.

 

The head of my cock soon began to feel wet but I wasn’t sure if it was from her or from me. Was she getting too excited and peeing in her bed? I didn’t know and I didn’t care because this was too much fun to stop. We were so far gone in excitement anything was possible. 

 

Suddenly my cock found a receptive place in the wetness. The head stopped sliding and caught in a soft spot momentarily. Halting my rhythm briefly, I re-adjusted my body angle and by pure instinct I began to push my cock forward into her. To my surprise the cock head sank into her a bit and the sensation suddenly felt much better. Bingo! This must be fucking!

 

I began pushing gently, shoving my hardness against her waist. Her hips writhed under me and her pussy was receiving my cock although I’d only just started to get the head into her. It felt like a challenge to see if I could gradually slide myself further and further into the wetness and warmth waiting for me.

 

I busied myself with my pushing but as I did so I began to feel heat and tension in my groin that was very enjoyable. And the tension grew more and more enjoyable even as it became ever more urgent.

 

In a flash the urge became too much to control and I gasped. Before I could push any further, a slick flood of semen surged out of my boner, squirting powerfully. Then another. Rope after rope pulsed rapidly into her half opened pussy and squirted everywhere. The pleasure was so intense my torso involuntarily thrust forward and in animal instinct I pinned Linda to the bed underneath me as I inseminated her.

 

When she felt the wetness she got a puzzled look on her face and struggled to move aside. The tension in my body was too strong for her, though, and I held her down. My only thought was to allow the surging to continue as long as it could. I gasped and gripped her hips tightly as the splendid feeling radiated out of my groin and into my whole body. My climax lasted less than a minute but, oh, what a minute it was. When the surging finally stopped and my breathing resumed, my body relaxed and I sank back weakly between her thighs.

 

We remained like that for a few moments as our hearts slowed down and I regained my breath. When I hoisted myself off her we both looked down at our waists. Semen was thoroughly smeared over her smooth pussy as well as her belly and thighs. White globs were dripping out of her pussy lips onto her sheets and a rogue strand of it still hung from my cock head down to the bed. I was amazed and puzzled because none of my wet dreams had caused this big a mess. Those had only been a few drops, easy to clean up. This was a veritable flood.

 

We both sat up and looked at each other, unsure what to do next. She said we ought to clean ourselves off and so we climbed out of the bed and retrieved two towels from the bathroom in the hallway. My cum continued to drip out of her as we mopped ourselves dry and she blushed a bit at the dribbling mess. I was still a bit astonished at what we'd just done.

 

We chatted, naked, as usual for the rest of the afternoon as we washed the sheets on her bed. It had been risky and thrilling and everything else I’d hoped but somehow our enthusiasm was tempered by the subconscious realization that we’d crossed a line this afternoon, the line that divides childhood innocence and curiosity from adult experience.

 

 

      Well I packed up my little Sunfire car and headed out early on this
      beautiful spring day hoping to get in a full day's ride. The trip began
      virtually uneventful and boring. I even nodded off to sleep from time to
      time while driving. Thats when I thought I should find a rest area. The
      most exciting part of the trip so far, was another woman driving by
      herself and I would pass her and she would pass me. This helped to break
      up the monotony of the drive. I later pulled off at a rest area to have a
      pee and take a needed break. I noticed the woman in the other car pulled
      into to the rest area as well. I did my bathroom thing and then sat out on
      the park bench to enjoy the sounds of the birds and have a cigarette. I
      didn't see her go into the bathroom but I noticed her when she came out.

      She came over and sat on the bench beside me and lit up a cigarette. We
      made small talk about the birds and the weather and the long drive. She
      lived in Ohio and it so happened that she was on her way to Florida as
      well, Jacksonville I think she said and she was regretting that she didn't
      fly instead since she's a little uneasy about the long drive. I told her I
      felt the same way but was looking forward to seeing some sights along the
      way. To describe her, I figured her to be around 45yrs old, maybe a little
      older.

      Heck you can't tell the age of people these days, at least I can't. I know
      that she was much older than me. At 21, everyone looks older. At any rate,
      she certainly looked good for an older woman. She was slim, around 5'6",
      slightly taller than me. She was wearing tight fitting CK jeans, a pair of
      Nike runners, and a plain white T-shirt neatly tucked in that emphasized
      waist line and her breasts protruded out just slightly under her slightly
      loose fitting T-shirt.

      She wore a dark blue silk jacket and she had it undone. I'm thinking, for
      an older woman she sure has perky looking breasts and wondered if they
      were real or just her bra doing an exceptional job. She was slightly
      slimmer in the ass than I was which just further confirmed to me that my
      butt was too big. I could see from her jewelry make-up that she was well
      to do. I admired her appearance and could see that she looked after
      herself, with her nails just perfect, her hair nicely set, and cut just
      above her shoulders. This lady was classy. Most of all in that very short
      period of time that we spoke, I was impressed by her bubbly and positive
      attitude. I like being around positive people, maybe because I'm so unsure
      of myself I tend to feed off the positive atmosphere.

      When she spoke, to me, she symbolized the portrait of an ideal, classy and
      graceful woman. The type of adults I admire most. Her make-up looked like
      it was done professionally and I noticed that she wasn't wearing a wedding
      ring. Not that it was important but it's just something I noticed. In all,
      she was a very classy and attractive woman and I was sure that even at her
      age she was still causing a few men's heads to turn.

      We finished our cigarettes and she introduced herself as Cindy. I told her
      that my name was Rose, I said "its short for Roseanne". She suggested that
      since we're going in the same direction, we could stick together on the
      road and that way watch out for each other in case of car trouble or
      whatever. I thought that was a wonderful idea and I would feel more secure
      especially since I've recently has some car trouble. She thought it to be
      a good idea as well. We hit the road, and after about 3 hours more of
      driving, she signaled that she was going to pull off at the next exit.

      We fueled up and pulled into the restaurant next door for a bite to eat.
      We ordered diner and a glass of wine. "At least it wasn't a dry county,"
      she said. I agreed and I felt pretty cool now that I was drinking legally.
      Not that I could never get a false I.D. before but now I didn't need it.
      As we ate our diner we talked about everything and anything. She asked me
      all sorts of questions. What I liked, what bands I like, my dislikes, my
      ambitions, my goals and my life. Cindy appeared to be genuinely interested
      in knowing about me and I liked that since I didn't really have any close
      "best girlfriend" to talk to. No one has ever taken the time to get to
      know me. I guess that goes both ways though.

      This woman made me feel pretty good about myself. Looking back, I suppose
      I was a very naive and impressionable 21 year old. I asked her a few
      questions about herself and Cindy told me that she has been a widow for
      the last 5 years, her two grown boys just moved to Florida and now at 48,
      she's finding it lonely by herself. She has a few friends but with all the
      moving around her husband did for work while he was alive, she was never
      able to firm down a close and true friend. She explained that although at
      first impression, most people view her as being very confident and
      professional, Cindy confessed that she actually felt rather insecure about
      herself. It wasn't until after her husband died that she became a stronger
      person. She said that time and experience can be great teachers. That blew
      me away! I could relate to her so well. It was like she understood exactly
      how I felt about things. Well after listening to her experiences, I knew
      there's so much more in my life to experience. After hearing about her
      experiences I actually wasn't feeling so depressed and could see my own
      personal problems much so smaller now than they were this morning.

      We paid the bill and she asked me if I was planning to stop for the night
      or try driving right through. I said "actually I hadn't made up my mind
      but that I guess I really should find a room for the night,"

      "and try getting an early start in the morning." She said that that was
      her plan. Neither of us felt like driving at night anyway. I told her I
      was on a tight budget so I had to find something inexpensive. She
      chuckled, "Yes I know how that is" she said. It was already 6:00pm, we
      agreed we might as well try for a room right across the street at the
      Hampton Inn.

      When we checked at the front desk, only room available was a no smoking
      room with one king-size bed. The clerk didn't think there were any rooms
      available in the immediate area since there was some spring flower
      festival of some sort going on. This presented a decision for me. I
      considered quickly to let her have the room and I would just keep on
      driving. We looked at each other, she noticed my concerned look and waited
      for me to decide. "Go ahead and take the room," I said "I'll just keep
      driving I guess" I really didn't feel like driving anymore tonight I
      thought. Then she said, "don't be silly," we can share the room if you
      don't mind, my treat"

      "That's very kind of you but really you don't have to inconvenience
      yourself for me."

      "nonsense," she said it's no bother at all," and with that, she turned to
      the desk clerk and said "we'll take it." Turning back to me with her now
      familiar smile she said "besides it's either this or that dreadful drive."
      As for me, I didn't mind at all, since my finances were low and I didn't
      want to stay in some rest area part of the night, this would be perfect.
      Besides, I thought it would be fun, she's a really nice lady. I liked my
      newly found friend. She was pretty cool, more like a big sister or close
      friend than just another adult.

      We got up to our room on the second floor and I was feeling a little
      excitement since I've only been in a hotel on two other occasions with my
      parents when I was very young. I was thinking to myself how grown up and
      sophisticated I was feeling right about now and how considerate Cindy has
      been. I thought it pretty cool that in such a short time, Cindy and I had
      become friends. I especially liked how comfortable I was talking to her.
      Like I said, she made me feel good about myself, like I was on her level.
      Putting it all together in my mind as I climbed the stairs to our room
      with this older woman in front of me, almost a stranger yet a friend, I
      felt a wave of excitement come over me.

      Anyway, we got to the room and I had never seen a king size bed before. It
      was huge! I said " I could get lost in that thing" Cindy laughed at the
      expression on my face and said "then we'd have to send a search party out
      for you." We unpacked a few things, put out our make-up bags, and hung up
      some clothes for tomorrow. I couldn't help admiring some of her clothes as
      she systematically hung them in the closet. She folded her fine lingerie
      neatly as she placed them in the drawer. Then she plopped down on the bed
      letting out a gasp of relief and I sat on the sofa feeling relaxed.

      "So do you want to watch TV?" I asked figuring it was too early for bed.
      She suggested we try out the pool. After a long drive and a refreshing
      swim, we'd sleep like babies. "Great idea" I said as I dug for my new
      bathing suit and moved toward the bathroom. I had just bought a new
      two-piece for this trip and was dying to try it on. It was black and I
      thought, apart from my chunky butt, I looked great in it. I looked at
      myself in the mirror in the bathroom as I adjusted the straps thinking not
      bad. I felt a little self conscious though now realizing that I would be
      barely dressed in the presents of an almost perfect stranger but then
      again I reasoned, we're both woman and she would be changing into her suit
      as well so what's the big deal. When I came out of the bathroom, Cindy's
      face lit up and she commented how lovely I looked in that bikini and that
      black was defiantly my color.

      My face turned red with embarrassment but I did enjoy the compliment,
      especially coming from her. I said thanks and told her I had just bought
      it. I showed her the cool little adjustable snap clips on the sides of the
      bikini bottoms, she said "how neat! easy on, easy off model eh?" we
      giggled. Cindy had already changed into her suit and had been doing some
      final adjustments in front of the mirror just as I came out of the
      bathroom. I caught a quick glimpse of her as she adjusted herself and I
      must admit, I enjoyed the peak. I thought she looked sexy! I said "geez I
      hope I look as good as you do when I'm 48. She smiled and said thanks but
      that I looked great and would defiantly look better than her at 48 any
      day! Cindy had complimented so many times today I lost co I felt myself
      get flush again and I hopped she didn't notice. With both of us changed
      into our suits, we donned our wraps, and towels, and headed for the pool.

      It was an indoor pool and surprisingly to us, it was deserted. We were the
      only ones in there. With the hotel being at full capacity, Cindy had
      expected it to be crowded. Cindy commented "great! I hate it when the
      pools are crowded I feel so self-conscious," I'm thinking to myself, ya
      right! "It's usually occupied with screaming kids or old fat businessmen
      that constantly undress you with their eyes." She says. "Some of those old
      guys can be such pigs, it really turns me off."

      "Yea" I said, "I get that sometimes and I hate it to. I don't mind the
      younger hunks checking me out but then they get rude or some of those old
      farts at the mall or wherever can be such perverts." She gave me that knowing nod.

      Tonight, being around Cindy, I was really feeling grown up and mature. She
      had a way about her that made me feel safe and comfortable. I knew I could
      talk to her about almost anything. Since losing my job and my boyfriend,
      I've felt inadequate and immature but today, well not today.
      Being around Cindy was good for me.

      Cindy took off her wrap and laid it on a chair with her towel. She walked
      to the poolside with a little wiggle in her steps almost as if she was
      purposely exaggerating her sway. Cindy stepped down into the water. She
      was really quite slender with hardly an ounce of noticeable fat on her.
      Her figure still exhibited those envious curves and yes, I envied her. For
      some reason the thought of Boticcelli's Venus, the sculpture that I
      selected to write about in one of my art classes came to mind. I didn't
      realize then but I was staring at her.

      "I bet you get a lot of young hunks and old farts checking you out Rose"
      she said as she stepped into the water and turned to face me. I was a
      little embarrassed thinking she noticed me staring. For a moment I had
      been mesmerized at the site of this classy lady in her two-piece. I was
      noticing again just how attractive and how confident of a woman Cindy was.
      I was admiring her and thinking how I would like to be more like her. Her
      yellow two-piece contrasted against her tanned figure and I wondered if I
      would be able to wear a bikini like that when I was her age. Like I said,
      although she was much older than me, her figure didn't look her age.

      She looked up at me and said "come on in, the water's warm." By now I had
      removed my wrap and to my embarrassment, my nipples were hard from the
      cool air. I think she noticed that! I tried to jump in as quickly as I
      could. I knew the air was a little cool but it was more than just cool air
      that hardened my nipples. I never considered myself to be very attractive
      but being around Cindy, with her positive attitude and self esteem biulding
      compliments she showered me with, made me feel better about who I was.
      I began to swim around. I think I was developing a school girl crush on her.
      I'm thinking this is crazy, it's another woman, I hardly know her, for God's
      sakes she's old enough to be my Mother.

      Maybe it's because she's so mature or maybe I'm mistaking admiration for lust.
      Whatever, I was getting that familiar tingling feeling down there and began to panic.

      We swam around a little. Cindy was trying out some swim strokes. We had a
      one-lap race, and I think she let me win. We splashed around and from time
      to time, we wrestled in the water to try and make the other fall. We were
      carrying on just like a couple of kids! Cindy would swim under water to
      see how long she could hold her breath before coming up for air and
      sometimes, while swimming underwater, she would bump into me or touch me
      by mistake with her arm or leg. Once she even bumped her head into my butt
      underwater. When that happened, she popped up and said "sorry! I had my
      eyes closed." I thought nothing of it. I was having fun, but with each touch
      I felt electricity buzz through me and I liked it. It had been sometime
      since I've had a smile on my face and I was actually enjoying myself.

      I was swimming underwater as well to try and beat her record for holding
      our breath. I found myself using that opportunity to sneak a peak at
      Cindy. I especially enjoyed watching her doing the crawl as her legs
      opened and closed underwater and I allowed my imagination to soar into thoughts
      that were outside of any experiences I've ever had. I even thought of swimming
      up to her underwater and bumping into her gently like she did to me but I
      chickened out.

      Really, I thought to myself, Cindy was a pretty hot looking woman.
      Now for me, it had been awhile since I had any sex at all other
      than with my favorite toys which I kept well hidden in my room so my mom wouldn't
      find them. Heck! I've been so desperate lately that once I even considered
      trying to get the dog to fuck me but that thought left me just as fast as
      it came up. Needless to say, I was horny at the initial thought and I was horny now.

      Maybe that had something to do with the way I admired Cindy but I knew
      then that I was attracted to this woman and I didn't know what to do about it.
      I quickly dismissed the thought and came up for air. To get away, I complained about
      the kinks in my neck from driving and with that I jumped out of the pool
      into the bubbling hot tub. She said "great idea" I'm right behind you. We
      floated and relaxed together in the hot tub in silence. I could feel her
      feet touching my legs in the water as we allowed our bodies to just float
      and relax. Unintentionally, my feet and legs would casually float and touch
      her and Cindy didn't seem to notice. I was becoming light headed, I suspect
      from the hot tub and the change in temperature from the pool so I decided to
      head for the sauna as a final stop before taking a shower.

      I lay flat out on my tummy with my arms folded underneath my head on the
      top bench in the sauna. Alone, now I could collect my feelings about
      what's happening. The heat from the sauna felt good. In my mind I'm
      thinking I'm letting my imagination run wild. This woman has no interest
      in me that way. Hell what am I saying, I've never even looked at a woman
      that way before. This is crazy!

      Just as I was about to doze off, Cindy came in. She scooted up to the
      bench below mine and began to message my shoulders. She startled me at
      first then whispered in her bubbly manner, "this should loosen those
      kinks, a hot sauna and good message does it for me every time."

      After the long day of driving, the message felt good.
      I was feeling so relaxed, I let out an involuntary moan and hoped she didn't hear it.

      Cindy continued to message my shoulders and neck. She would move her hands
      down my back, across my shoulder blades, and from time to time her hands
      would move to the sides of my ribs and lower back, then back up to my
      shoulders. I couldn't help it, I was getting very horny. Crazy thoughts
      raced through my mind of getting a full body message in the nude by this
      woman. My skin was wet and slippery from the steam and her skilled hands
      felt like silk as they moved effortlessly over my body.
      I secretly hoped that this is what she had in mind.
     
      My hormones were getting the better of me. I decided right there and then
      that if anything was going to happen, I was going to go along with it. I
      wanted something to happen, I wanted it to go somewhere, I needed affection,
      I wanted Cindy!

      I felt so relaxed as she rubbed her hands up and down my sweaty back. Then
      she caught her finger on my bikini strap and broke a nail.

      "Shit!" she says, "I broke my nail, unclip your top so I don't break any more,
       it's getting in the way." She requested quietly and with a casual tone.

      I lifted my lazy head slightly and asked her to do it.
      I reasoned to her that that I can't be responsible for any more broken nails
      but I'm too comfortable to move.

      "If you can't work around it then unclip it." I said.

      Cindy easily unclasped my bikini top strap and I was feeling calm and free
      with out my restricting top cutting into me. Cindy continued to massage
      my back and her hands would move much closer this time to the sides of my
      tits actually brushing and lightly touching them. I was in a daze.
      When her hands brushed close to the side of my globes again,
      I would instinctively raise myself slightly so that she could get to them better
      and she did, but ever so subtle. Cindy also began to message in close to my
      inner thighs. Her hands would move along the inside of my legs, around the
      outside and up again to my back. Each time she would message my inner thighs, I would
      again ease myself up just a little and spread my legs just a little more hoping
      she would go further but being to obvious about it.

      Cindy then undid the clasps at the sides of my bottoms and started to
      laugh.

      She said "ok you can get up now"

      Still in a lazy daze, I looked at her with a sly smile and said jokingly,

      "You witch! that's not very nice!."

      I twisted slightly and went re-clip my bikini bottoms but forgot about my
      top being undone before sitting up. Startled that my top had not come up off
      the bench with my body, I covered my breasts with my crossed arms and we both started to
      laugh.

      Cindy was on the bench rolling over with laughter at the look on my
      face. I quickly put my top back on. "Ok you rat!" I said, "I'll get you back!."

Continued: on part 2

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He hadn’t always been in sales, and the tie he was now required to wear was more often than not loosened when he wasn’t meeting with clients. He was actually a licensed plumber and was making a decent living at it when the opportunity to move into his current position came along. The money was better and he still wouldn’t be confined to an office all day, so he accepted the offer. He excelled at it, and within a year his winning personality helped him to become one of the company’s top salesmen. On top of that, he still did the occasional plumbing job on weekends, often helping out a contractor buddy when he could.

As he rounded a curve in his white company pickup, he spotted the aforementioned contractor friend’s truck parked in the driveway of an old house that had been empty since the elderly woman who lived there died the previous winter. The driver’s door was open and he could see Bill sitting behind the wheel and talking on his cell phone, a clipboard in his hand. There was an electrician’s van and another pickup also parked in the driveway.

Slowing down, he pulled in next to Bill’s truck and killed the engine. Bill looked up and gave him a wave, still talking on his phone. Cal got out and walked around to the front of his truck, surveying the old two story house with its faded white paint and sagging front porch while he waited for Bill to finish his call.

After a moment, Bill came over to him, tucking his phone into his shirt pocket. “Hey, Cal.”

Cal nodded a greeting. “Hey.” He tilted his head toward the house. “Someone finally buy this place?”

Bill nodded, sighing. “Yep. We fixed up a couple of bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs so they have a place to stay, but they want the rest finished next week. I told them it was going to require a lot of overtime and it wouldn’t be cheap, but they insisted. We’re gonna be working nights and all weekend.”

“That sucks,” Cal replied, still studying the dilapidated structure. “Is it even worth fixing?”

Bill chuckled. “Believe it or not, it’s not as bad as it looks. Sure, it needs some cleaning up and a few things rebuilt, like the porch there, but the basic frame is solid. They built them to last back then.” He eyed Cal. “Actually, I was gonna give you a call and see if you’d be interested in making a few extra bucks. There’s some plumbing work to do and my regular guy can’t work this weekend. Interested?”

Cal sighed. He’d been looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend of doing nothing but drinking a few beers and hanging out at the beach and bars. Maybe even pick up a cute girl to bring home for a little romp. But he could sure use the money. The slow sales this month meant his commission check wouldn’t be as big as usual.

“Fuck, Bill…I dunno…it’s been a long week…”

Before he could finish his sentence, a black BMW pulled into the driveway. Its back windows were heavily tinted but through the windshield he could see the driver was an attractive young woman. She turned off the engine and opened the door. Bill nudged Cal and started toward the car.

“Before you say no maybe you should meet the clients,” he murmured under his breath as the woman got out.

She was dressed in a very conservative business suit and large dark sunglasses, but Cal’s experienced eye told him there was a very hot little body hidden under all that clothing. She wore a large brimmed hat and, combined with the sunglasses, left very little of her features visible. But from what he could see of her face revealed a full pair of ruby red lips set against very pale and delicate skin. This woman was definitely the type to arouse his interest.

Bill walked over to her and smiled as he greeted her and shook her small hand. “Miss Clark, nice to see you again.”

Her lips curved into a friendly, but not too overt smile. “Mr Robson.” Her head turned slightly toward Cal as he walked up behind Bill. “Miss Clark, this is a friend of mine, Cal Mooney. I’ve asked him to take a look at the plumbing. Cal, this is Zoe Clark, the owner’s representative.”

She extended a hand and he reached out to shake it. Like her features, her hand was small and cool, mostly hidden inside the long sleeves of her jacket. “A pleasure, Mr Mooney. Do you think you can finish up the work on time?”

Cal gave her his best confident salesman’s smile and nodded. Bill was right. He knew Cal well enough to know he wouldn’t be able to say no to a pretty lady. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t had the opportunity to look at it yet.” He gave Bill a sideways glance. “But Bill wouldn’t have asked me to do it if he didn’t think I could get it done on time.”

She nodded and he could almost feel her eyes through the dark glasses, as if her gaze were penetrating to the very depths of his soul. He continued to hold her hand for several long seconds - as if time somehow slowed to a crawl - before he came out of his trance and released it.

She turned to Bill. “So everything is on schedule? My mistress is committed to having the work completed no later than next Friday.”

As Bill reassured her that the work would be completed on time, Cal looked over at the darkened windows of the luxury automobile. Her mistress? What the fuck did that mean? And was this ‘mistress’ person sitting in the back seat now watching them? The whole thing was starting to take on an almost surreal aspect.

Bill was speaking again, bringing him back to the present. “I don’t see any problems right now. Of course, with a house this old there are often surprises once we start tearing things apart, but I’m certain it won’t be anything we can’t deal with.”

Apparently satisfied with his report, she shook his hand again and they said their goodbyes. Cal found himself unable to take his eyes off this enchanting and mysterious woman until she got back into the car and backed away.

Bill grabbed his arm and led him toward the house. “What did I tell ya? Quite a looker, huh?”

Cal nodded. “Yeah, interesting woman. Who’s this ‘mistress’ she mentioned? Sounds a little medieval.”

Bill laughed. “Yeah, kinda strange huh? She’s like a secretary, gopher, whatever you want to call it, for this woman from some European country. Some kind of distant royalty - a countess or something - I dunno exactly. I guess that’s the custom over there, calling your boss-lady your mistress. The checks are clearing so I ain’t askin’ no questions.”

Cal thought about that. It sort of made sense, but why would some countess from Europe be renovating an old house here? In its heyday, the house had been something of a showpiece here in the small town, but now it was almost becoming a bit of an eyesore. And the money it would take to bring it back to its former glory would easily build a brand new house.

They went in and as Bill began to show him the work that needed to be done, he tried to concentrate on that. But in the back of his mind he could still see the pale skin and dark glasses of the mysterious woman and even now could almost feel her presence like some kind of telepathic aphrodisiac. Why he felt these strong feelings for someone he’d only briefly met and really hadn’t seen much of he couldn’t explain, but there was no denying the effect she was having on him.

Cal made a few notes and assured Bill it would be no trouble to complete the plumbing repairs by Sunday provided he could work whenever he needed to. Bill gave him a key and told him since they were on such a tight schedule, the client would allow them to work around the clock if necessary. He agreed to come back that evening and as he drove home, his thoughts were centered on returning to the decrepit old house and the mysterious young woman who occupied his mind.

Cal set down his propane torch and used a damp rag to wipe the joint he’d just soldered in the copper pipe. He glanced at his watch and was surprised to see it was almost midnight. He’d been working since seven and had replaced all the cast pipes in the downstairs bathroom with new copper lines. The new sink was also in place and he reached up to turn on the tap to check his work. Hot and cold both worked and he could see no leaks so he turned off the taps and began to gather up his tools. A noise behind him made him turn suddenly and he looked up to see Miss Clark standing just outside the bathroom door. Until that moment, he’d seen neither her nor her ‘mistress’ all evening. He let out a breath, startled by her silent approach and gave her a relieved smile.

“Oh, Miss Clark, I didn’t know you were there.”

She was holding a glass of red wine and had exchanged the business suit for a more relaxed outfit of jeans and a blouse. He saw that his instincts had been right on the money; she was indeed a very beautiful woman and he judged her to be in her mid twenties. Her skin was pale, a stark contrast to her red lips and dark hair and eyes. It was plainly obvious she didn’t spend much time outside and if not for her almost jet black hair that cascaded in loose curls over her shoulders and her equally dark eyes he might have taken her for an albino. She smiled at him as he put his tools in his toolbox and got to his feet.

“I’m terrible sorry, Mr Mooney. I didn’t mean to startle you.” She gave him a smile that was both friendly and disarming at the same time. “And please, call me Zoe.”

He returned the smile, his eyes drawn inexplicably to hers. They almost seemed to glow with an inner light and he found it very difficult to pull his gaze from them. “Then please call me Cal, ma’am.”

She sipped her wine, her eyes never leaving his. He just stood there, unable to move or even speak for what felt like a long time. Finally, she spoke again, moving her eyes to where he’d been working. “Are you finished for the night?”

When she took her eyes from his, he managed to regain the power of speech. “Uh, yeah, I mean…there’s still a bit more to do, but I’ll be back in the morning to finish up.”

She nodded, licking her lips absently before looking back at him. “My mistress would like to meet you before you go. Would you mind?”

He hesitated, feeling a sudden wash of apprehension. What was it about her that made him so uneasy? He was never nervous around pretty women, yet something about her quiet but strong presence was turning him into an awkward adolescent. And what of her mistress? Was she some old Miss Haversham, living in her own little isolated world of past memories?

Zoe was waiting for an answer so he tried to shake it off and nodded, giving her what he hoped was a confident smile. “Of course not.”

She turned toward the stairs, glancing back over her shoulder at him. “Just leave that here,” she said, pointing to his toolbox, “and follow me.”

He set down his tools, unable to pull his eyes from her slender curves, her ass looking so perfect in the faded jeans as she climbed each step. He followed her up the creaky stairs, the staircase dimly lit by sconces that were barely better than candles, giving the old house the feel of still existing in some time long past.

They topped the stairs to the second floor where a hallway stretched out to the left and right. The lighting here was the same as on the staircase, casting dim shadows along the faded carpet runners that ran the length of the hallway. Zoe led him down to the right and stopped at a closed door, tapping softly on it before opening it. He paused, uncertainty and apprehension filling his mind at the thought of meeting the reclusive owner. But Zoe smiled and beckoned to him.

“It’s all right, Cal. We’re night people so you aren’t disturbing us. Please, come in.”

His feet moved almost on their own volition at the sound of her voice and he found himself standing at the open door before he realized he’d even moved. Zoe held out an arm, ushering him in and he stepped in without giving it a second thought.

Surprisingly, the room didn’t match the rest of the upstairs, neither in décor or lighting. This was obviously one of the rooms Bill had completed for them to live in. The walls were freshly painted a soft beige with what appeared to be the original refinished wood trim painted a creamy white. There was a large bed against one wall flanked by two antique night tables with what looked like Tiffany lamps on them. Across the room was a short sofa and a in a matching chair sat a woman who didn’t look anything like what he’d pictured.

Instead of a shriveled up old lady waiting for death, he was confronted with another strikingly beautiful woman, perhaps in her early thirties. As she looked up at him from the book she was reading, he noted her eyes held him with the same kind of transfixing stare as Zoe’s, but hers felt much stronger. He found himself completely frozen in place, unable to move or speak. He was vaguely aware of Zoe closing the door then moving up next to him.

“Mr Cal Mooney, allow me to present the Countess Von Heigle.”

Cal stood there dumbly, uncertain of how to address royalty. As if reading his thoughts, the countess stood and walked over to him. She wore a black knee length dress that clung to her shapely body, two straps over her pale shoulders holding it up and low cut enough to reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Her dark brown hair fell straight to her shoulders, with heavy bangs falling almost to her eyes.

“There is no need to be so formal, Zoe. We are in America now.” She locked her dark eyes on his and smiled. “My name is Astrid, Mr Mooney. I would be pleased if you would address me as such.” Her voice had a lilting tone, almost as hypnotic as her eyes, and he could detect a very faint German accent, with only a slight veeing of her w’s. Otherwise, her English was perfect.

“Thank you ma’am…er, Astrid. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She smiled and picked up a glass of wine from the table next to the chair. “Would you like a glass of wine, Mr Mooney? It is really a fine vintage, from my family’s own vineyard.”

Before he could reply, Zoe was beside him with a glass of the red wine, pressing it into his hand. He looked up and nodded. “Thank you. And please, call me Cal.”

Astrid smiled. “Cal. How…American sounding. I think I like it.” She took a sip from her glass and he also brought his glass to his lips. The wine was good, very sweet with earthy undertones.

She returned to her seat, crossing her long legs, and gestured toward the sofa. “Please, sit and talk for a while, Cal. Tell me about yourself.”

He sat down on the edge of the sofa, nervously fingering the glass in his hands. It was a little unusual, to say the least, for a client to invite him to have a drink with her in her bedroom. After all, he was just a sub-contractor working on her house, and she was a countess. It all added to the strange setting and he found himself both drawn to them and more than a little wary at the same time. Something just felt wrong, but he had no idea what it could possibly be that was making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

Zoe came over and sat next to him on the sofa, leaning back comfortably and folding her legs under her. He looked at her, then back to Astrid. “Well, there isn’t much to tell. I grew up here and my parents died when I was young so…”

He spilled out the short version of his life story and both women listened with what appeared to be interest, although he couldn’t understand why they would be. Compared to the life of a countess, his meager existence had to be boring, to say the least. When he finished, Astrid swallowed the last of her wine and Zoe automatically took her glass and Cal’s over to a makeshift bar next to the door to refill them.

“So you have no wife, no family?” Astrid asked, her eyes taking him in. Cal shook his head. “How sad. I too know what it is like to be alone.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not exactly alone. I have friends, and some of them I consider family.”

As he said that Zoe passed him and Astrid their refilled glasses, exchanging a serious look at his words, then once again resumed their genial demeanor.

“But you have no living blood relatives,” Zoe said, her eyes flitting to Astrid for a half second.

“No, I guess I’ll always be an orphan in that sense.”

He looked down at his refilled wine and for a moment, his eyes seemed to lose focus as he stared into the dark liquid. It seemed to be darker than before, thicker, almost like…blood.

“Do you ever wish you were part of a family?”

Astrid’s words caused him to look up, snapping him from his reverie. “Uh…well…sure. All the time, I suppose.”

She kept her eyes on his for what felt like an eternity then moved her gaze to Zoe. He looked back down at his glass and now it looked like the same wine he’d had before. This was going from weird to downright freaky. His mind was screaming at him to get out of there, but he found himself unable to move.

He sensed movement and when he looked back up, Zoe was leaning in closer, her hand stretching out to lift his glass to his lips. “Drink, Cal.” He felt the glass pressing against his lips and while his mind was fully aware of what was happening, he was powerless to control his body. His eyes locked onto the dark liquid, which was once again thick, clinging to the sides of the glass. As it passed over his lips and tongue, it was no longer the sweet tasting wine, but warm and salty, coating his mouth. His mind screamed in terror - it was blood!

For some reason, his stomach didn’t revolt at the warm, thick substance, although he didn’t know why. He wanted to gag, to vomit the warm coppery tasting fluid up and out. But instead, he swallowed it all and when the glass was lowered, he just sat there staring straight ahead, his mind suddenly feeling as out of control as his body. He was aware of Astrid’s haunting eyes, now glowing with an eerie greenish light and her full red lips almost touching his.

“Tonight your dream will come true, Cal. You will become part of our family.”

He looked up at her with heavily hooded eyes. Her face was there, grinning and eyes burning as his vision began to fade. The last thing he saw was something that couldn’t be; something just too unbelievable - her incisors seemed to have grown…into fangs.

Cal awoke with a throbbing headache in a room only partially lit by a dim lamp on a table. Actually, ‘came to’ would be a more accurate term. He felt like he’d been on a week-long bender and as he forced himself to sit up on the bed, his stomach lurched and he had to lie back down to keep from vomiting.

He lay back and took deep breaths until his stomach settled down, trying to piece together what had happened. His memory was clouded, as if coming off a huge drunk but something didn’t fit. He wasn’t out drinking…he was…what? Working, that was it. Bill asked him to help on a job at…where?

Suddenly, a vision of Zoe and Astrid filled his mind, as real as if they were there in the room with him. Of course, the two clients! He’d been talking with them and drinking wine, but how much did he have? ‘Damn it, man,’ he said to himself, ‘you have to learn to control yourself around pretty women!’

He decided to try sitting up again, but this time took it slower and found he was able to control his rebellious stomach. He sat on the edge of the bed for a few moments, then stood on shaky legs and made his way over to the window. He pulled the curtains aside, but realized that the long curtains were an illusion and the window was nothing more than a small casement window high in the stone cellar wall and long since boarded over. So he was still at the house. When did he go down to the cellar?

As he turned to survey the room, his stomach turned again and he knew this time there was no stopping it. He spotted a door on the other side and made for it. To his relief, it was a bathroom and he somehow managed to make it to the toilet before he spewed an almost liquid red substance into the bowl. Fucking wine.

He felt a little better afterward and cleaned up in the sink before going back out into the room. He jumped when he saw Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed, now dressed in a sexy black dress that showed off her long legs and bared the delicate skin of her shoulders. She smiled at him and stood, taking a step toward him.

“Are you feeling better now?”

He felt his face redden and nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, uh…sorry…I don’t know what…”

She waved a hand dismissively. “It’s to be expected. Don’t give it a second thought.”

He was examining her sexy body in the short dress and only half-listening to her, but he picked up on her easy dismissal of his hang-over and thought it was a little odd for a client to be so understanding about an employee who gets so drunk he can’t even remember how he got here. Actually, he could only remember having one glass of wine - maybe two. Could they have drugged him?

She went to the door and opened it. “I know you are confused, Cal. My mistress will explain everything. Please…” She stepped aside and gestured toward the open door.

Cal sighed and reluctantly went out the door then followed Zoe down a corridor to another room. Bill hadn’t mentioned anything about fixing up rooms down here. And the room he’d woken up in, while not run down, wasn’t as nice as the one he’d met Astrid in last night. Why would they be staying down here in the damp cellar when they had the newly renovated rooms upstairs?

Zoe pushed open a door and indicated with a smile and a gesture for him to enter. He stepped in and waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloomy room that appeared to only be lit by a few candles.

“Cal.”

He saw Astrid rise from a chair and come toward him. She was dressed in a long flowing black gown that hid her feet and she almost seemed to glide across the floor. “I trust you are feeling better.”

He nodded, looking around the strange room. It was filled with heavy antique furniture covered in a red velvet type cloth. The walls were the stone foundation and were bare of any decoration. The room was large, taking up almost half of the cellar and he couldn’t quite make out everything in the dim shadows and dark corners.

Zoe appeared next to him like a ghost and pressed a goblet of dark liquid into his hand.

“Drink,” Astrid said, nodding to the cup. “It will help.”

Cal looked down at the dark liquid, almost black in the dim light. One thing he didn’t need right now was more alcohol. He started to set it down on a small table but Zoe stopped him.

He gave her a faint smile. “Really, more wine is the last thing I need right now. What happened last night anyway? I can’t remember a thing.”

Astrid smiled and moved closer. “You must trust me, Cal. You need this. You need this to live.”

He stared at the beautiful and mysterious woman. “Pardon me?”

She reached out and touched his neck. A stinging pain flared up where her fingers touched his skin and he pulled away, wincing and reaching up to his neck.

“Ow, hey! What did you do to me?” He pulled his hand away and saw faint traces of blood on his fingers. Astrid turned and walked over to the sofa and sat down. She looked up at him and even in the dim light her eyes seemed to glow and entrance his.

“You said you had no family, and that you would like to be a part of a family. Is that not so?”

He tried to think back and did vaguely recall a conversation about that. He dabbed at his wounded neck. “Well, yeah, I guess every orphan feels that way. So what?” He was trying to remain civil throughout this weird encounter, but the cut on his neck was pissing him off. What the hell was up with these two crazy bitches?

Astrid smiled and he saw Zoe move over and lean against a small table next to the door. As if to prevent him from leaving, he thought. But that was crazy. There was no way these two women could stop him if he decided to leave, and that was exactly what he was about to do.

“You should be careful what you wish for, Mr Mooney. You might just get it,” Astrid said, her eyes meeting his and seeming to freeze him in place. He found himself unable to move or speak. She took a sip from her own glass and continued.

“Our family,” she began, nodding to Zoe, “is a very ancient and proud line. And unlike most families, when we invite an outsider in, they become a true blood relative.” She looked up at him, her eyes burning into his. “And we have invited you, Mr Mooney.”

Cal felt the heavy weight that seemed to freeze him in place lift somewhat and he was once again able to move. He looked over at Zoe, who was watching him intently, her fingers twisting the thin shoulder strap of her dress while her other hand held a goblet. She smiled at him and took a sip from it, her lips glistening as she lowered her cup. He forced himself to turn away from her almost hypnotic stare and back to Astrid, whose eyes were equally haunting.

“You…invited me?” he asked, his still foggy mind trying to make some sense out of what she was telling him.

Astrid stood and came over to him again, reaching out to touch the wound on his neck. This time, he pulled back and placed his hand over the stinging cut. She pulled her hand back and shook her head. “Mr Mooney…Cal…please understand. We do not wish to harm you. On the contrary, what we are offering is a gift, a gift many people would pay a king’s ransom to have.”

He cocked his head to one side. “You want to give me something?”

Zoe stood and walked over to stand next to him. Her closeness was working like an aphrodisiac on his muddled brain, especially with the sexy dress and sultry demeanor. She moved in closer and before he realized what she was doing, her lips pressed against his neck. But she didn’t kiss him, well, not really. Instead, her mouth closed over the cut and she began to suck on it. Once again, he found he was paralyzed and could only stand there while the beautiful woman gave him what he could only describe as a hickey. Then he felt her soft tongue licking him and a moment later her lips were removed from his neck and he could move again.

He reached his hand back up to where the cut had been and turned to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She simply sipped on her drink and gave him that mysterious smile. When his fingers touched where the cut was, he found nothing. Only smooth, unbroken skin.

“What the…?” He searched his neck, but could find no cuts. Zoe moved over next to Astrid and he began to feel an inexplicable fear growing in his tortured stomach. He took a hesitant step backward, away from these freaky chicks and closer to the door.

“Mr Mooney, there is nothing to fear. As I said, we do not wish to harm you.” As she spoke, she reached down and untied a cloth belt that held her gown closed. At the same time, Zoe pushed one, then the other spaghetti strap from her pale shoulders and took a step forward. “As a matter of fact, we wish to make you feel…very comfortable.” She parted the front of her gown to reveal the pale skin of her full cleavage.

Cal’s eyes moved back and forth, from one hauntingly beautiful woman to the other. Was this what they meant by a ‘gift’? Slip him something to make him pass out and by way of apology - or perhaps design - offer to have a threesome with him? Well, ok, he knew no matter how much they pissed him off he wasn’t going to say no to that!

But what about the cut that mysteriously healed? That was no illusion. There had definitely been a cut on his neck earlier and after Zoe, well, sucked on it, it vanished like it had never been there. How could they explain that?

Zoe had by now slipped off the short black dress to reveal a lacy black teddy under it and he felt his cock leap into action at the sight of her sexy body in the erotic lingerie. Astrid had completely opened the front of her gown from neckline to floor and while her breasts were still covered, he could get a very good view of her equally sexy body, naked except for a very tiny black thong. Black appeared to be the fashion in this ‘family’.

Astrid spoke again as she moved closer, her slender hand slipping under the lapel of her gown and moving it aside enough to reveal one of her milky breasts. “Do you like what you see, Cal?”

He swallowed hard as the two women moved to either side of him and he felt his resolve quickly disappearing as their hands began to caress him. He nodded mutely, watching as Zoe spread her legs and slid one hand between them, sucking in a deep breath as her fingers rubbed her pussy over the silky lingerie. Astrid rubbed up against him, baring both breasts before shrugging off the gown and stepping out of it, now wearing only the black thong.

Her breasts were perfect, her skin smooth and without a single blemish. Her dark areolae stood out in stark contrast to her almost milky white skin and he could see the arousal of her erect nipples as her hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together. She licked her ruby lips and met his eyes.

“Will you accept our gift, Cal?”

Zoe came up behind Astrid and reached around to cup her tits, squeezing them and leaning in to kiss her shoulders. Cal watched the two half-naked women and nodded, mesmerized by their erotic performance.

“You must speak the words, Cal, or we cannot give it to you.”

He nodded again, his mouth dry. “Y...yes.”

They exchanged a look then Zoe began unbuttoning her teddy. Astrid took his hand and pressed it to her breast. He was surprised to find her skin cool to the touch.

“Yes… what? You must be very specific, Cal. Do you accept our gift?”

“Yes, yes I will accept your gift,” he said in an almost monotone. His attention was focused not on what they were saying, but on what they were doing. And like any man, he would have agreed to sell them his soul at that point for the promise to bed the two sexy women. If he’d only realized how close to the truth that was.

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look as Cal agreed to their request. Zoe knelt before him and began to unfasten his pants while Astrid moved in closer. Her breath was warm on his face and she spoke in a husky whisper.

“We will make this night one you will remember for all eternity,” she breathed, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips met his and her tongue pushed into his mouth forcefully, her lips sucking on his tongue hungrily.

By this point, he became aware that Zoe had his pants down around his ankles and was tugging his boxers down. His cock immediately began to increase from semi-hard to a full-on hardon as it was exposed and her hands began to caress up his thighs. Astrid continued her passionate kiss, her arms going around his neck and holding his head in place.

He let out a gasp when he felt a warm breath on his highly aroused cock, then moaned into Astrid’s mouth when Zoe’s lips pressed against the sensitive head before parting and taking nearly half of his throbbing cock into her mouth. Astrid pulled her lips from his and they both looked down at the sexy woman in her black teddy sucking contentedly on his rock-hard member. Astrid looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

“Fellatio is only one of Zoe’s many talents, Cal. Don’t you agree she is very good?”

He pulled his eyes from Zoe and met Astrid’s glowing eyes. He nodded mutely as she expertly worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft. He’d often dated girls who seemed to have a flair for giving head, but none had the enthusiasm and voracity that Zoe was now exhibiting. He was usually able to control himself during head, not cumming unless the girl wanted him to. But with Zoe, he found himself teetering on the edge of orgasm after only a few minutes. Astrid continued to leave little kisses on his cheeks as she watched both him and Zoe.

When his breathing became halting and his eyes closed, Astrid’s kisses moved down to his neck. He felt his balls contract and he wanted to warn Zoe he was going to cum, but was unable to speak. Astrid’s kisses became little teasing nibbles as his climax neared. Zoe seemed to sense it and began to suck harder and faster, as if encouraging him to cum.

In a few seconds, he felt his cock swell in her mouth and cried out as he exploded, sending what felt like a water cannon of cum down her throat. At the same time, he felt Astrid’s teeth sink into the flesh of his neck. The combination of pleasure and pain was almost overwhelming and he heard himself screaming in his head as his vision faded and everything went black.

When he awoke, he was lying on the bed, completely naked. The room was dark, lit only by two candles on tables at both sides of the bed. He tried to sit up, but found his arms were tied to the headboard. He tugged at his feet only to find they were also bound.

“Please lie still, Cal. This is for your own good and it is only temporary.” From out of the darkness a figure emerged and he saw it was Zoe, still wearing the black teddy. She smiled down at him almost lovingly.

“What the fuck…?” Cal grunted, once again attempting to free himself. Zoe came over and sat on the bed next to him, a full wine glass in her delicate hands. He looked up at her. “Why am I tied up?”

She shook her head and allowed a long fingernail to trace along his chest and down to where his limp cock lay against his thigh. Instantly, he felt it twitch and begin to grow again. She moved her finger back up across his chest and along his neck until he felt her touch on a very tender spot. He winced and jerked his head aside.

“Ow, fuck!”

She smiled sadly, set the wine glass on the night table, then leaned in to kiss him. Feeling more than a little put off by this weird behavior, he turned his head away. Zoe paused, then quickly moved in and pressed her soft lips against the sore area on his neck, once again sucking on it as the tip of her tongue rolled and teased his torn flesh. She kept this up for almost a full minute and when she pulled away, the stinging pain was again gone and he somehow knew there would be no trace of a wound. He stared up at her as she licked her lips and smiled at him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked her, once again straining at the ropes holding him down.

A voice came from somewhere in the gloom beyond the candle light. “I apologize for the restraints, Cal.” Astrid glided into view at the foot of the bed. “But I can assure you they are very necessary.”

He peered down at her. She’d put her robe back on, but hadn’t bothered to tie it and her beautiful body was plainly visible. Something in her eyes seemed to take all his resolve away and he flopped his head back to the pillow. “I…I don’t understand…” he mumbled.

Astrid came over and sat down on the other side of him. “I will explain it to you now that the first steps are complete.” He looked up at her, his brow knitted as he tried to make sense of what she was saying. Zoe reached up and picked up the wine glass she’d set on the night table. As Astrid began to speak again, he noted that it appeared to be not wine, but blood.

“As I told you earlier, we are a very ancient and noble family. You are now a part of that family, Cal. You are now bound to us in a way that may seem remarkable and even unbelievable.” She took the glass from Zoe and smiled down at him. “After tonight, you will begin the transformation. It will not be immediate, but it will happen. No one can stop it now.”

He stared at her, then over to Zoe. His eyes paused on the glass of thick red liquid Astrid was swirling in the goblet before going inexplicably back to hers. “T…transformation?” He felt a knot of fear in his stomach. Astrid nodded.

“Yes, my child. You asked for this gift, and we have given it to you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes drifting back to the goblet she held. “I…I don’t understand. What gift?” He suddenly flashed back to when there’d been something besides wine in the goblet. He remembered the sickly sweet and salty taste and how it clung to his throat as he swallowed it. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips.

She smiled at him. “Why, to make you a part of our family, of course. And all the benefits that come with it.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off the goblet now. Something inside him hungered for the thick, warm substance. “Benefits?”

She leaned in closer. “Oh, yes. Immortality, for one.”

This got his attention and he peeled his eyes from the mesmerizing dark liquid, staring up at her in shock. She nodded.

“Yes, Cal, we are immortal. I am exactly five hundred and fifty-two years old.” As he continued to gawk at her, she gestured to Zoe. “Zoe is still a child. I turned her seventy-three years ago. Only in another hundred years will she begin to fully understand her powers.”

He looked over at the sexy young woman and Zoe nodded at him. “She speaks the truth, Cal. I didn’t believe it at first either, but I haven’t aged a day in those seventy-three years.”

He exchanged an astonished look between them, his mouth open in surprise. “Are you trying to tell me you two are …vampires?”

Astrid rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yes, that is what we have been labeled as. But we are not the evil creatures of books and movies.” She gestured toward Zoe. “As you can see, we can be very enticing.”

Zoe grinned and let her hand glide over his bare chest. He sighed involuntarily at her sensual touch then looked back over at Astrid. “But you drink blood?”

She nodded. “We do, but we do not always need to kill to feed.” She noticed his eyes following the goblet. “You see, even now you crave it. Do you feel it?”

As strange as it felt, he had to nod his head. He did crave it, like no hunger he’d ever felt before. If he weren’t tied to the bed, he would have already taken the goblet from her and drained it.

Astrid looked over at Zoe, who reached down and lifted Cal’s head. Astrid brought the goblet to his lips.

“Then drink, my child.” As soon as the warm liquid touched his lips, he began to gulp it down. Astrid tilted the goblet higher until he’d drank it all, then Zoe lay his head back down. His tongue licked across his lips, trying to get every drop. The glass sated his hunger somewhat, but he wanted more.

“More!” he gasped as he felt a warmth spreading through his body. He suddenly felt a rush of strength as the life-giving liquid seemed to surge through him. He pulled at the ropes, his eyes wild. “I want more!”

Astrid shook her head. “No, not now. Too much at first will make you mad. You must start off slow and allow your body time to adjust. You will be going through some great changes in the next day or so and it will not be easy on you. Until your body has adapted, you must remain here like this, for your own safety.”

Zoe touched his arm and he swung his head to her. She smiled, not at all fazed by his suddenly aggressive demeanor. “We will be here to help you through it, Cal. Do not be afraid.” She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips feeling cool on his hot skin. “Then we can all have some more fun together!” She reached down and grasped his now fully erect penis, giving it a few good strokes.

Cal felt his blood heat at her touch and his entire body tensed as her hand pumped his incredibly hard cock. He grunted and jerked his hips, urging her to continue her hand job. She did and he felt his cum rising almost immediately, as if he needed to release or explode. He’d never felt such an intense sensation of sexual pleasure, and this was only from a hand job!

Vaguely, he heard Astrid’s voice again. “Another benefit is increased sexual feelings. You will experience orgasms many times the intensity of mortals. I can see it is starting already.”

He felt a sudden rush and his back arched off the bed, crying out as he ejaculated what felt like a fire hose of cum gushing from his aching balls. It shot nearly two feet straight up before arcing down and splashing on his chest. Zoe’s hand continued to pump him and he watched as an unfathomable amount of hot jism was expelled from his cock. His entire body shuddered and shook under the force of the orgasm until he collapsed gasping onto the bed, his body going limp.

Zoe got up and returned a moment later with a towel and began to clean the cum from his chest and stomach. Amazingly, his cock remained hard and he was still horny! More than anything he wanted to fuck both of these freaky chicks until he was finally satisfied, although from the way he felt right now he wondered if that could ever happen.

Astrid lay a cool hand on his forehead. “Sleep now, Cal. We will be here to watch over you. Do not be afraid.”

He heard her speaking, but it was as if she were moving farther and farther away, her voice fading. Her words and touch seemed to have a soothing effect his over-charged body and he began to relax. His eyelids became heavy, drooping until he was unable to hold them open any longer. He fell into a deep sleep, his dreams filled with strange and often terrifying images.

For the next two days, Cal drifted in and out of consciousness. Whenever he was awake, Astrid or Zoe would be there with another goblet of the life-giving blood, which he guzzled hungrily before once again lapsing into a fitful sleep. Whenever he was lucid, he was hornier than he could ever remember being and Zoe was always happy to help him with a pressure-relieving hand job. He begged her to straddle him and let him fuck her, but she shook her head.

“Not yet, my darling. It is too soon. You must be patient. Remember, we will have an eternity to pleasure one another.”

Eventually, he found his sexual desires becoming less urgent until he was finally able to talk to them without needing to be satisfied first. Astrid told him he was adjusting very well and that his restraints could come off in a few hours.

“H…how long?” he panted, his matted hair clinging to his sweaty scalp.

Zoe looked down at him. “Just a few more hours, my love.”

He shook his head. “No, no…I mean, how long have I been here?”

Astrid spoke up. “Three days.”

As his foggy brain processed that information, his eyes suddenly flew open. “Shit!” He looked up at her. “I need to call work!”

Zoe and Astrid exchanged a look, then Astrid sat down next to him. “Cal, perhaps you don’t fully understand what has happened here.” He gave her a questioning look. “You can’t go back to your old life. People will know there is something different about you.”

“How so?”

She smiled sadly and patted his chest. “Well, for one, you won’t be able to spend any time in the sun. It won’t be too noticeable at first, you’ll just find that you sunburn very quickly. But after a few months, the sun on your skin will become unbearable and you’ll have to cover up and use strong sunscreen. Eventually even that will not be enough and you’ll have to avoid daylight altogether. That takes up to two hundred years, though. So enjoy the daylight while you still can.”

“Another problem is aging. Your friends will all grow old but you will never age another day. Again, this is not something that will become apparent immediately, but it must be considered.”

Cal listened, still trying to come to terms with all of this. Despite all he’d been through, he still found the idea that vampires existed to be a little far-fetched. Not to mention the fact that he may be one.

“So, what do I do? Move away?”

Astrid nodded. “That is the usual method. We must constantly relocate and change our identities. That is partly why I bought this house. I find it convenient to have domiciles scattered all around the world.”

Zoe brought another goblet of blood to his lips and helped him drink it. He lay back and enjoyed the warm feeling as it reached every corner of his body. This was all too much; too hard to swallow. Yet, there was no denying the way his body craved human blood and the calming effect it had on him.

“Now, sleep again and when you awake, we will remove the bindings and begin your training,” Astrid said, her cool hand once again falling across his eyes. He drifted off once again.

The first thing that broke trough the nightmarish dreams was the pounding. It had a familiar ring to it - some link to his life that in the semi-conscious state before awakening was comforting. As he slowly emerged from his deep sleep, his mind slowly recognized the sounds as those of a construction site and he slowly opened his eyes. But instead of the usual daylight his mind associated with those sounds, he found he was still in the gloomy candlelit darkness of the basement. He groaned and brought a hand to his face, then suddenly realized that he could touch his face. He pushed himself to a semi-upright position and focused his eyes on his naked body. It was true, his arms and legs were no longer tied to the four corners of the big bed.

On one corner of the bed, near his feet, lay his clothes. He groggily pushed himself to a sitting position and felt a wave of nauseating dizziness sweep through him. He paused there, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands until it passed, then slowly looked back up. He couldn’t quite make out the far corners of the room in the gloomy darkness, but he knew he was alone. He reached out for his shorts and stood up on shaky legs to pull them on. He was weak, but the nausea had passed, although his head still throbbed slightly.

Before he put any more clothes on, he felt the sudden urge to relieve himself and shuffled over to the bathroom he’d discovered earlier. He had no idea how long he’d been lying there, but the need to empty his aching bladder was becoming more urgent by the second. As he stood over the toilet, he noticed a shower stall and neatly folded towels. He glanced up at his reflection in the mirror and was alarmed at the sight. His greasy hair was plastered to his scalp where it wasn’t sticking up at odd angles and his face looked like death warmed over. He finished up and sniffed at his pits, grimacing at the strong odor of b.o.

“Whew!” he breathed, glancing again at the towel and shower. He moved the curtain aside and saw a fresh cake of soap and a bottle of shampoo on the shelf. It looked like his hostesses had prepared it for him and even if they hadn’t, fuck them. They were the ones who were keeping a virtual prisoner here in their little dungeon.

He turned on the water and made sure the temperature was right, then slipped his shorts off and stepped in. The spray hit his face like little pellets, stinging his skin, but it felt good and he quickly lathered up and rinsed off. He stood under the water for a few minutes afterward, just letting the hot water permeate his skin and relieve his tired muscles. Why did he feel so exhausted, anyway? He’d done nothing but sleep for what, three days? He was certain that’s what they’d said before his last little nap.

He turned off the water and dried off, then pulled his shorts back on. As he reached down to open the door, he instinctively knew someone was waiting for him in the bedroom. He could smell the faint aroma of a woman’s perfume, her flowery scented shampoo, and the arousing scent of her womanhood over all of it. He felt his cock begin to harden at the smell and he pulled the door open to see Zoe sitting on the edge of the bed and looking at him with very intense eyes.

“Good morning, Cal,” she said, rising from the bed. She was wearing a tight gray skirt that fell a few inches above her knees and a loose white blouse. Her long hair was swept back over one shoulder and her feet were perched in a pair of heels that made her legs look amazing long and tantalizing. In here hand she held another goblet of blood, and he was torn between his lust for her and his need for the warm strength the blood would provide. She took a step toward him, her dark eyes never leaving his and emitting a faint white glow in the semi-darkness. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded, momentarily rendered speechless by the sight of her. He felt his cock growing even harder and pushing against the fabric of his boxers. Her eyes glanced down at the now prominent tent in his shorts and then back to his.

“I can see that you are feeling…” She paused, her tongue moistening her ruby lips, “…better.” Once again she looked down at his crotch, then slowly came over to him. Her scent was stronger now, almost overpowering, and he had to physically reign in the urge to rip off her clothes, throw her onto the bed and ravage her mercilessly. She gave him an almost knowing smile and held out the glass of blood to him. “Drink, my love.”

He grabbed the stem of the delicate glass and brought it to his lips without hesitating, downing the warm fluid in one long gulp. He lowered the empty glass and wiped the blood from his lips, his mind once again honed in on her.

“I can see that your senses have been heightened. Your desire for me is almost palpable.” She began to slowly unbutton her blouse. “This is one of the effects of your new being. Eventually, you will be able to better control your sexual urges.” He was listening to her, but his eyes were on her fingers as she undid each button to reveal more of her milky white cleavage. “Until then, Astrid and I are here for you. You may take out your desires on us as often as you need to until you are ready to move on to the next phase.” She undid the final button and her blouse fell open, revealing the lacy white bra that supported the heaving mounds of her breasts. She reached up and lifted his chin, pulling his eyes from her chest. Her eyes bore into his with a look he could only describe as ‘fuck me eyes’ and she chewed on her lower lip. “Do you want to fuck me now, Cal?”

He felt himself nodding and dropped the glass, vaguely aware of it smashing on the concrete floor as he reached out to grasp her slender white waist under her open blouse. Her skin was soft and cool to the touch and he felt his cock straining as it never had before. She gave him an impish grin and reached for the button of her skirt. As it fell to the floor around her stiletto clad ankles, she leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Then take me! Now!”

He needed no further encouragement and pushed her backward until she fell back onto the bed, her feet still on the floor and her blouse flung open. Her panties were the same white lacy variety as her bra and he grasped them and literally ripped them from her body, his eyes wild with lust. She lay there watching him, his animalistic advances seeming to further enhance the wild look in her eyes. He quickly dropped his shorts and kicked them aside, his cock bobbing over her. He’d never felt like this before; so hard, so needing to feel it inside her cunt as if it were necessary for his very survival.

He reached down and grabbed her bra between her breasts and ripped it free, throwing it aside. For a brief moment their eyes met, as if they were two wild animals in heat. Then Cal grabbed her legs and thrust them up, pushing them back so that his cock could access her hot pussy. He found her opening and thrust inside her completely in one swift motion, her warmth engulfing him and only serving to increase his lust. He cried out, his eyes meeting hers, then dropping to her exposed breasts as he pulled out and slammed back into her. She moaned and grabbed at the sheets, arching her back as he pounded in and out of her. He was moving faster now, gripping her legs and pushing them farther apart in an effort to go even deeper into her steamy depths.

She was moaning non-stop, occasionally muttering words like, “yes”, “fuck me!” and “harder!” This only encouraged him to increase his already violent fucking until he was almost lifting her small body off the bed when he slammed home. Some small part of his mind told him to stop, that he must be hurting her, but the new Cal - the one she had a part in awakening - wasn’t about to let up until he deposited his seed deep inside her.

The room grew quiet except for their muted grunts and the sound of their skin slapping together. Every once in a while, Zoe would mutter something nearly unintelligible as his cock pistoned in and out of her stretched hole.

Finally, she locked her eyes on his and gnashed her teeth at him, her eyes even wilder. Her teeth were different now; her incisors had grown into long, sharp fangs and she hissed at him.

“Fuck me you bastard! Make me cum!” she screamed at him, spittle flying from those horrendous teeth.

He increased his hammering, throwing his head back and pulling her long legs even higher so that her ass was no longer touched the bed. She began to wail, low at first, then changing into what could only be described as a shriek as her cunt tightened around his steel-like shaft and he felt her juices flowing as she came.

It took more force, but he continued to hammer away at her even tighter pussy, her eyes wild and body twisting as she came non-stop for what felt like a long time. He felt his own orgasm building and began to slam home even harder. She seemed to sense his impending release and glared up at him, her body still tensing and shuddering in orgasm.

“Come on, let me have it, you animal!” she spat, those ferocious teeth bared.

He snarled at her and felt something poking into his lips. He tasted blood. But before he could give it any more thought, he felt his balls contract and thrust deep into her. He threw his head back and let out a snarl that turned into a loud howl, almost wolf-like as he felt his cum surging from his cock into her clenching pussy. She screamed again and he felt her legs squeezing his neck as load after load of his seed was pumped into her.

They remained like that until he finally stopped cumming and gradually released his tight grip on her legs. She lowered them back to the floor but they remained joined, each panting as the fire inside them slowly eased. He met her eyes and she smiled at him, her teeth still looking like something from a vampire movie.

“Y…your teeth,” he panted.

Her grin widened. “Have you looked in a mirror lately?”

He caught onto her insinuation and reached a hand up to his mouth. He felt a sudden rise of panicked fear as his fingers traced around his own teeth, his four incisors now about an inch long and very sharp. He looked down at her, the fear very evident in his eyes. She smiled at him and shifted on his still rock-hard cock buried in her dripping pussy.

“Don’t worry, Cal. They will recede again. They only appear when you are very excited, such as having very violent sex or when feeding.” Her smile turned a little sad. “The unfortunate side to immortality is that your life will now be filled with violence.” Then she perked up a little when she saw the shocked expression on his face. “But it does have its advantages, too.” She picked up a corner of her blouse and wiped her sweaty face. “You are a very forceful lover, Cal. And that is something I very much enjoy.”

He thought about what she’d said and looked down at his still hard cock in her pussy. White cum oozed around it and dripped down to the bed. As he stared at the results of their vicious love-making, he ran his tongue over his teeth, feeling the alien fangs. As he touched the tip of his tongue to one of them, it changed, becoming more blunt and seemed to recede into his jaw until it had resumed its previous size and shape. He stared open-mouthed down at Zoe, who smiled up at him, her own teeth once again back to normal.

“I know, it freaked me out the first time it happened, too,” she said, reaching up for him with both arms. He crawled onto the bed and settled between her legs, his hard cock still deep inside her. “All I can tell you is that it will get easier.” She kissed him, softly and tenderly and he returned her kiss with the same loving affection. She pulled her lips from his and adjusted her hips under him.

“Now,” she breathed, gently rolling her pelvis under hip. “…that you’ve fucked me, I want you to make love to me.” She kissed him again, her arms encircling his neck as she pushed upwards against his groin. Cal moaned into her mouth and began to move inside her, slowly this time. She gasped as he pulled back and re-entered, her pussy slick with their combined juices. Their bodies moved in a gentle rhythm, the thick slurping sounds of their coupling the only sound in the room.

After a few minutes, Zoe brought her legs up and wrapped them around his back, the heels of her shoes scraping against his skin. She began to move a little faster and he followed suit. While before had been crude, rough, and forceful, this was tender and loving. Their bodies moved together as one and their panting breath became faster as they both moved toward mutual orgasms. When Cal finally felt himself about to release, his senses were fully alert to Zoe’s responses. He could feel every beat of her heart; the heat of her blood, and could even feel her climax approaching as if her body was somehow transmitting the sensations to his.

When he could hold out no longer, he buried his cock deep inside her and they both cried out together as their bodies were gripped by powerful orgasms. The world around him seemed to fade until only the two of them remained - locked together for eternity in a sensual embrace like none he’d ever experienced before. As they lay there, their blood cooling as their sexual needs were temporarily sated, he considered the possibility of an eternity of making love to these two beautiful women and smiled to himself. Could it really be this easy? Something told him there was a very dark side to this evolution; something even darker than they’d let on.

But whatever life had in store for him now was out of his hands. The change had begun and there was no way to stop it. All he knew for certain was the strong pull of the lust…the lust for sex….and blood

    But before she could finish the last "more" James had moved her so that her mouth was right above his dick, and her pussy was hovering just above his face.  She took the hint and began sucking while he gently and swiftly took off her jeans.   He began to move his fingers up and down her slit, and the slow rotation of her hips prompted him to lick it.  After a long while of this bliss,  Grace jumped off of James and took her top off, and straddled him, teasing his throbbing cock with her clit.  At the exact same moment, she thrust her hips down onto his dick, and he thrust up, creating a mutual sense of complete euphoria.  She moved herself in a circular motion while he set a steady tempo of up and down.  For the next half hour they felt the stages of orgasm come over them, swapping moans and kisses.  Suddenly Grace let out a long moan followed by a bout of panting as she began clenching  on James' dick inside of her.  James felt her convulsions and  the orgasmic juices on his dick, and with the pleasure from that, he could not hold it in any longer, and let loose jets of hot sticky liquid deep into Grace.  Every time a spray went into Grace, she twitched with pleasure, now moving up and down, milking James' penis until it had yielded the last drop.

    James was awestruck from how amazing it was, both of them gasping for air, him staring at her beautiful face, her with her eyes clamped shut thinking about what had just happened.  Suddenly James realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, and began to object.  "Oh my god, I'm not wearing a..." he trailed off as Grace put her forefinger on his mouth, and shhed him.  "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."  James sighed in relief and began to get up.  Grace pushed him back down saying "after such an amazing time you aren't going to just leave are you?"  James let himself fall back onto the bed, and they embraced, and kissed.  It was a long, sensual kiss, with their tongues massaging each others, and they both realized that it was the best time  in either of their lives.

   During the kiss, Grace realized that James was still inside of her, and that his dick was hardening again.  She began to move up and down, allowing a moan to escape her lips.  She looked deep into James' eyes and said seductively "let me do the work this time."  They spent the rest of the day talking flirtatiously, sucking, fucking, and rubbing.  Grace came over every day for the next month and a half while James' parents and brother were still away, doing the exact same thing.  Whenever one of them was home alone, the other would come over and they would make love.  Their relationship lasted for many years after that summer, and they never forgot the bliss that accompanied their first time.

'Well, you know, I do. I've had that fantasy for a while.' We discussed it for a while then kind of lost the train of conversation when she started sucking my cock and things progressed from there. As I drove my cock into her wet cunt I asked her again,'Do you want to?'

'I don't  know..." Another thrust...'You have to make me want it.' Another thrust...' More fucking than I can ever provide and you know how you like to fuck...'

As  I was cumming  I tried once more. 'Yes' was all she had to say.

Now I know, things said during sex are rarely acted upon, but to my surprise when I got home from work the next day she had made reservations at a swinger's club near here. It's for dinner and after dinner activities. This weekend.

UI'll finally getto see her getting a big dick in the ass while taking another in her pussy. And mine in her mouth. I'll let you know how it goes.

Not much later the key was heard at the door and in walked Charlotte. She looked beautiful in a pale yellow sweater and blue slacks, her curves perfectly accentuated and every bit the professional legal secretary. The long dark mane cascaded down over her shoulders until it stopped mid way down her back. As soon as she saw Billy bound and gagged in the center of the front room of their San Diego home she screamed and dropped her bag, running to the chair and trying to undo the binds. That’s when Marcus came out from the kitchen and put the gun to her temple.

"Back away, Charlotte. Stand in the center of the room."

"Oh god, please don’t hurt us. What do you want? Money? What?" Charlotte backed up, her hands up, her dark eyes staring at the struggling Billy, still screaming muffled threats. Finally her frightened gaze looked at Marcus. "Please don’t do this....we’ll give you what we have and not say anything...."

"Your husband here owes some money to some people and this is payback." Marcus put the gun to Billy’s crotch.

"No, please don’t hurt him!" Charlotte screamed, fighting back sobs.

"I won’t hurt him if you behave yourself. You see I want him to watch you pay his debt."

"What.....do you......mean?"

"I mean strip off your sweater and pants," Marcus said coldly. "Billy, think she’s wearing panties?" He gave the bound man an elbow to the face.

"Stop! Please!" Charlotte’s hand trembled as she stood there staring at Billy and then at Marcus. "What do you mean he owes some money? To who, what about?"

"He can tell you that later. Come on baby, show me you love him by being a good girl."

Marcus could feel his cock hardening inside his khaki pants as he tugged his black polo from his waist band, staring at Charlotte’s indecision. When he snapped back Billy’s little finger to an agonized muted scream, she finally pulled her sweater up and off.

"The pinky isn’t that important to the hand anyway," Marcus laughed.

Charlotte then fiddled slowly with her pants button but finally lowered them as she slipped off her shoes. Now nervously fidgeting and covering up, she stood shaking, looking down. Marcus ordered her to put her hands on her head and she reluctantly complied.

"Yellow lace bra and panties, Billy. I bet you fuck her all the time. Is she good?" Billy looked at Marcus with intense hatred, but Marcus just laughed. Charlotte was crying softly, staring at the floor, quietly pleading for Marcus to leave them alone. "On your knees Charlotte, hands remain on your head." The young, beautiful woman lowered to her knees. "Arch your back a little sweetheart, let me see those tits."

Marcus came up and let his fingers trace the mounds of soft flesh inside the lace cups, 36C he guessed, firm, natural. Charlotte was a gorgeous creature, tanned, toned, just scrumptious. "I could kill Billy, and walk on out, leave you be.... no problem. My people can help me disappear. Should I just do that and save you this trouble?" He pointed the gun at the bound man while he squeezed her left breast.

"NnnooooooOoooooo," Charlotte cried.

"Okay, then........you let go of your head....and pull down my pants, briefs too."

As Charlotte cried, her tears streaking her cheeks with hints of mascara, she undid the buckle and snap, tugging his pants down revealing his hard cock. He stepped to the side and told Charlotte to do the same.

"I want Billy Boy to have a good view. You watch Billy, if I see you looking away, I’ll kill her." Then Marcus looked down at Charlotte and put the barrel of the gun to her mouth, her thick lips trembling with terror. He smiled as he heard his tied up captive trying again to scream and threaten. "You want to suck my gun or my cock? Either of them can cum in your mouth, but one has a little more bang than the other." He let the barrel slip past her lips but Charlotte turned her head away. "Or I can just end this......" he took a step toward Billy and Charlotte screamed again.

"Gun or cock, bitch? Say it."

"C...c....cock," Charlotte whispered.

"Louder!"

"Cock!"

"Tell Billy you wanna suck my cock to pay his debt."

"I’m going to suck....his cock....to..." Charlotte broke down and sobbed, but then straightened up and finished the statement.... "pay your debt." Billy shook his head no, screaming, but Marcus took a handful of hair and slid his cock into his captive’s wife’s warm mouth.

"Don’t even think about biting me or I will give you and Billy a lesson in pain you’ll never forget." Marcus moaned and smiled at Billy as Charlotte moved her face back and forth along his shaft, her eyes pouring out tears, masses of black streaks permeating her face. "She’s a pretty good cocksucker, Billy Boy." To Billy’s wife- " Charlotte dear, slip that bra off while you suck, don’t you let your mouth come off.."

Charlotte winced but did as she was ordered, never stopping her movements as she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it slide forward and on to the floor. While Marcus watched her service him, he kept glancing at his captive, laughing, and slapping the bulbous tits of the man’s poor wife.

"Moan over my cock, sweetheart, show him you like this." Charlotte sobbed but kept on sucking. "Well I guess I can accept that as a moan." He slapped her tits harder, getting wincing vibrations from her unwilling face. Part of Marcus wanted to grab her head and fuck her mouth, brutalizing her, but making Billy watch his wife perform was far better torture for both of them. He could feel his cock stiffen to pre-cum stages and so he pulled her face off by her hair.

"Tell Billy you wanna lick my balls." Charlotte just cried and again pleaded for him to leave them alone. He pressed the gun to her left nipple.

"I...want...to...lick his...balls."

Marcus pulled her face to his sack and felt her lick slightly, but mostly sob into his flesh, his eyes stared at Billy. "See what your wife has to do to save your deadbeat ass? Did we come to you, Billy? Or did you come to us?" He moved Charlotte’s face back and forth before pulling her to her feet with a tight grip of hair and the gun to her throat. "I think it’s time I fucked this whore. You see, this is a debt rape, rather than a date rape. Get it?"

Dragging her to the dining room table, Marcus pushed Charlotte face down and spread her legs, her toes barely on the floor. "Don’t you dare move." He went to his bag and pulled out an elastic band with cuffs. He secured her wrists to each side of the table with the band traveling under, holding her in place.

"Please....please stop.......I will pay you......how much money is it?" Charlotte coughed from her crying, letting her forehead rest on the shiny wood of the table.

"Twenty thousand dollars, Baby," Marcus said as he took out a knife, sliding it along her soft inner thighs. "Hold still my little slut." He sliced her yellow lace panties open and then off.

"Twenty thousand? I don’t understand. We don’t have near that much," she cried, her body struggling against the table.

Marcus gave Billy another punch in the face and then put toothpicks in his eyes to keep him from shutting them. "You will watch me fuck your wife and know that unless we get paid, it will be worse next time." He then moved up behind Charlotte and spanked her ass hard, THWACK!!!!!

"He gambled five thousand and lost and now it has risen to twenty. This is the kind of a man you have, Charlotte." Marcus spanked her ass again, harder...THWACK!!!! He then slid a hand between her legs and stroked her shaven slit. "It’s a little damp, not really wet.....but.....I think I can get my cock inside."

"Don’t! Please! I can pay you in installments."

Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her head back. "This IS an installment. The next time I’ll take you down to the city and let one of the gangs have you for a night. Plenty of them owe us a favor."

As Charlotte screamed, Marcus pushed his cock into her slit, it was tight, fighting, but he rammed it in. Soon he was thrusting himself into her unwilling breach, raping her for Billy to watch. With every stab of his sword, his victim grunted a screaming cry, while Billy had fallen silent, watching helplessly, desolate, as his wife was used and abused.

"My offer to just kill Billy and walk away still stands," Marcus yelled as he grinded his cock into her hole. "Well?"

"Just get this over-with. I will try and get you the money." Charlotte was sniffling, trying to get herself together. Marcus knew she must be a strong woman and therefore needed to broken further.

"You ever butt-fuck her Billy?"

"Noooo Pleeeeease," Charlotte screamed.

"You’re a deadbeat’s whore, Charlotte." Marcus told her, ramming his cock into her slit harder, deeper. "Say it, or you’ll get it in the ass."

"I’m a deadbeat’s....whore...."

Marcus fucked her mercilessly, ripping into her savaged pussy, spanking her ass with hard hands, THWACK THWACK THWACK, and then twisted her hair tight and turned her face to Billy. "Tell him to his face!"

As Charlotte began to speak, Marcus pulled out and pushed into her tight ass, making her squeal out a high pitched scream. "Tell him now or it will get worse!" He repeatedly shoved his cock into her most private hole.

"I’m a...deadbeat’s......WHORRRRRRE."

Marcus pulled out of her ass and moved up along the side of the table, pulling her face over, her arms stretching with the elastic. He shot his cum all over her mouth and face and shoved her head viciously to the wood.

"Women who pick dumb guys, pay a price," Marcus said. "Unemployed and gambling your money and you allow it. Who is the loser, Billy or you, Charlotte?"

Marcus dressed quickly and packed his bag. He’d already raided Charlotte’s jewelry chest and he’d taken some other valuables in an effort to recoup some of the loss. There was no sense in taking it further, they didn’t have the means to pay.

"I’m leaving you two now." Marcus let Charlotte feel the silencer of his gun inside her slit. "Should I shoot her Billy? I mean would you want her back?" Billy screamed through his gag, the chair leaving the floor and falling to the side.

Charlotte cried and begged for her life. "Please don’t kill me. I’ll try and get your money and I’ll say nothing. Pleeeeease."

"Billy caused this, not me." Marcus slid the silencer from her pussy and kissed the small of her back. "You’re a sexy woman, Charlotte. You just remember that it’s him that caused this turn of fate for you." Marcus moved to the door. "I’m sure someone will be by soon enough." He left the house and soon was driving away.

*****

Marcus made a call to the city as he drove down the freeway.

"Yeah?" It was Cedric.

"I’m done with them, Cedric. You and your guys can go get them. They don’t have much money, so get rid of Billy. You and the boys can have fun with her for a night, but not too rough, no broken bones. I want her to bring enough to recoup most of our loss."

"You got it, Man!"

If his body is found, or she somehow escapes, believe me you and your gangbangers will be die slowly. Am I quite clear?"

"Chill, man."

"No cummin inside her, you cum ON her, not in her."

"Yeah, yeah."

"In a couple days some friends from the middle east will be in town and they’ll pay some good money for her. She’ll be a good desert whore somewhere and then we can split the dough. Got it?"

"You bet, man. Excellent."

"Call me in a day or two." Marcus clicked the phone shut, then opened it back up....

"Hi honey.....yeah...long day......I’m on my way home. How you and the kids get ready and we’ll go out for dinner?"

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