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and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this
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climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories.
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain,
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.
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"Do they know we're here?" Ralph James asked.
"They know there's a room here they can be seen from," Chomondly
answered. "At first they think there's someone always watching. That
soon becomes hoping someone will watch and finally they go about their
business without thinking whether they're being watched or not."
This was a group of the most latter. There were half a dozen of
them of varying shapes and sizes. The other difference was the array of
wisps and strips that passed for costumes. There was no clue if they
were blondes, brunettes or redheads. They were shaven clean from their
toes to the tops of their bald heads.
"I like the one with the belt under her tits," Ralph said.
"A fine choice, sir," Chomondly said automatically and took careful aim.
He hit her high and her only reaction was a wide-eyed look of shock before she rolled forward and crumpled to the floor. There was a
cackling like hens as the remaining five shrank back into the corner.
Ralph watched as the long control pole was poked into the
room and the loop at the end of the rod looped over the woman's ankle.
As she was pulled toward the small opening in the wall, Ralph followed
Chomondly to the next room.
"She'll be awake in about a half hour," Chomondly instructed him,
"I recommend you take that time to prepare whatever treats you have in
store for her and to arrange her to your liking."
"Are there mirrors in here too?" Ralph asked.
"Certainly not," Chomondly said haughtily, "You have complete
privacy to do as you wish. That is the heart of our service."
-----
Ralph had precious little he needed to do to prepare. He looked
at the arrary of complimentary leather, rubber and vinyl items with a
mixture of curiosity and confusion. He had simple tastes.
He spent the time playing with her like Dolly un-dress-up, posing
and looking at her until she would wake and he could have her. He had
chosen her because she appeared to be the most substantial one in the
room. He liked a little meat on their bones.
Not that she could be called heavy by any of the
imagination. She was substantial. It meant solid thighs and calves with
a belly to them. Her butt was broad and could not be mistaken for a
boy's. She carried a woman's layer of fat to soften the angles of a
skeleton into curves including a fecund-appearing curve where her belly
curved down from her navel to the mound between her thighs.
If there was a chubby part on her, it was the lips of her cunt.
It was as if they had been turned under and hemmed when the slit was
made. They parted swollen to let the darker of her inner labia
through, looking like a coral-colored Iris planted in the middle of her naked pubis.
Her too were not the ski-slopes of youth, but rounded top
and bottom with the swelling of maturity. To Ralph she was a godess of
fertility and he could hardly wait to start the ritual of renewal. He
sat lightly stroking his erection waiting for signs she was escaping
the grip of the tranquilizer.
-----
Sally hadn't thought there was anything wrong with the her.
It was difficult to buy for her, she knew, but a make-over seemed like
a subtle slap in the face. She had only submitted because Ralph seemed
so excited about what he had gotten her.
She had made the biggest mistake of her life.
She recalled being escorted from the car by a strapping
man. She had felt quite the little royal on his arm. It looked like
Ralph had gone first class at least.
Then it was all a mumbled nightmare until she woke up helpless on
a stainless steel table- a cold table- being carefully spread with a creme. She was naked, but that was not the first thing she noticed.
She could feel no restraints on her, but she still could not move.
She could will no muscle to move. The compound was heating up,
beginning to burn, and she couldn't even flinch with the increasing
pain. She was naked, helpless and in pain and she couldn't do a thing
about it.
She glimpsed the clippers, but it was the buzz and the vibration
on her scalp that told her her head was being shaved. Then she felt the
creme and the inevitable heating all over her head.
She couldn't even scream.
Even her relief was tainted. It came in the form of a stinging stream of water that pecked at her flesh as it washed away the fire. It
was particularly irritating as it was concentrated on the tender flesh
between her legs.
Her discomfort heightened her frustration with being helpless. It
was not far from that frustration to panic as she began to think about
what could be in store for her. If they had started with such
outrageous treatment, what unreal things awaited her?
Her worry was short-lived. Two technicians man-handled her onto a
cart like she was a dead body. She was moved onto another cold table
and she glimpsed a strange walking around her.
She was pinched, prodded and entered by fingers and instruments.
There was no entry to her body that was not probed and examined. A
prick in the crook of her elbow told her blood was being drawn.
"Cheer up, a check-up like this would cost you a fortune anywhere
else," said the first voice she had heard since her nightmare began.
"Bet you're wondering why you can't move, too," the voice went
on in a conversational tone.
Duuuuh! Why would an immobile naked woman want to know what was
keeping her motionless? Of course she wanted to know.
"Can't tell you. It's a secret," the voice teased. But I'll tell
you it doesn't go on forever. In fact, your turn is almost over."
It was clear this phase was ending. Sally noticed the change in
her captor's attitude. Instead of two technicians, one pulled her up
off the examination table and draped her over his shoulder.
She landed on a cot inside a cement block room. As she was swung
down onto the thin mattress, she could see the sparseness of the
furnishing. The cot itself was fastened to the wall on one side and
supported by chains going from the wall to the other corners.
As she had been told, the effects of whatever had held her
motionless wore off slowly. When she could finally sit up, she saw that
the other feature of her cell was a foul-smelling near the corner.
There was a small window in the door.
-----
Ralph was taking delight in straddling the squatting and
rubbing his balls all over her hairless skull. It hadn't been a visual
turn-on for him, except perhaps her hairless cunt, but he was enjoying
both the feel of her shaved scalp on his sac and the feeling of power
to rub his genitals on her this way.
She made it easy for him to feel masterful. She had complied with
his every request, albeit wordlessly. She had spread her legs when he
wanted to enter her at first and then did her best to pull her knees
up beside her ears when he felt the need to probe her more deeply.
She had reached down to grab his buttocks as he smacked loudly
down on her open crotch just as instructed and urged him to fuck her
harder with squeezes. She had responded instantly, and perhaps
gratefully to his command to wrap her legs around him when he wanted to
cum inside her wrapped in her generous body's embrace.
She had watched alertly as he rolled off her for some other
command. Ralph assumed she expected him to order her to lick his cock
clean. Ralph was more intrigued by the different thrills she could
offer than asking for the same thing.
"You do talk when you're in the room with the other girls, don't
you?" he asked as he tired of his new treat.
The bald head nodded.
"So, is it a rule or something that you can't talk to clients?"
Ralph asked.
She shook her head and pointed to her throat.
It wasn't worth that much consideration. Ralph's cock had
responded to dragging his balls on her head and he wanted it stiff
enough to fuck her more than he wanted to figure out the explanation.
"It doesn't stop you from my cock, does it?" he asked.
She smiled as she shook her head.
-----
Sally's head jerked around at the first shadow she saw cross the
window. She had no idea how long she had sat there wondering, only
that it had been far too long with nothing to do.
A different in a while lab coat came into her room. He held
a small air pistol aimed in her direction.
"We'll need longer for a couple of the STD tests, but in general
you are in fine health," he announced.
"What are you doing to me?" Sally started and he cut her off with
a menacing wave of the pistol.
"You'll find it best to listen more than you talk while you're
here," he scolded her. "Some people would have put you down for that
outburst, but I'm a softy."
He waited to see if his speech had made an impression. When she
waited quietly for him to continue, he did.
"As I was saying," he started again, "Good tests so far, it won't
be long until you can be moved into a room with the rest of your class.
I won't waste either of our time by telling you what will be covered
for the group of you. Suffice it to say that you won't have any doubts
why, what, when and how after your orientation. As to why I'm here,
someone forgot to take a speciman."
He bent down and slid a glass beaker across the floor to her.
"Fill that, please and then set it down and move to the far corner," he instructed and then casually threw another stick toward
her, "Oh, please let some run over this when you've filled the beaker.
We want to know if you're pregnant too."
Sally stared at the objects as if they were poison.
"Oh, please, I'll just tranquilize you and get it with a catheter
if you won't do it yourself," he sighed.
It was harder to squat over the beaker than it was to be helpless
and examined. Sally felt used and humiliated to have to do it for
herself. There was no indication the was enjoying the sight, but
Sally blushed far down her chest as the stream tinkled into the glass.
She moved to the far corner as the crept over to the beaker
while keeping her covered with the pistol like she was a criminal. That
was infuriating. She was the victim here. She'd do something, but she
didn't want that feeling of helplessness again.
"There's a couple of more tests, you might like them, you might
not, but you will do best to co-operate," the tech warned her.
The isolation was worse with something to worry about. Sally
obsessively watched the window for an approaching face. Her mind was
working just as hard. Now that there had been an indication that there
was a reason behind this madness, she wanted to know what it was.
-----
Being by a bald woman was faintly disturbing for Ralph. He
moved to the bed so he would have a clearer view of her full
swinging under her as she blew him. He was comforted by that proof of
her femaleness.
That was certainly his only complaint. The woman cock like
it was the only thing she thought about day and night. Ralph almost
hated to interrupt her performance to fuck her again- almost.
"Now that's a good pose," he said as she squatted between his
legs his cock. "Stay right there while I get up."
The bunk was a little low for him to simply walk behind her and
enter her. That gave him the opportunity to enjoy one of the best
things about her.
"Raise up until you feel your ass touch my cock," he told her.
She did as she was told without whining or hesitation. She raised
her rear until his cock was resting in the crack of her ass.
"Now reach back and pull your cheeks apart," he instructed.
Again she was swiftly obedient. He wanted. She did. That was the
great part about this deal.
"Now raise up a little more," he told her.
"More," he said as she paused with his cock laying against her
anus.
He didn't have to butt-fuck her. He didn't feel the need. She was
just as compliant and co-operative as he could want her to be. No reason
to make it anything but easy on himself.
He pushed forward as her raised to the level. He had picked
the big butt he liked and he was going to let it massage his belly
as she did the hula on his prick.
The second was a good one to do what you liked best because
you could take your time and enjoy it, he thought. The woman started
a little wiggle on his cock without even being told.
-----
The face had come. The door had opened. Now Sally found herself
stretched between the chains that held up the bunk, precariously
perched on the edge of the bunk on the merest inch of her ass.
It was an appropriate pose because the torture had begun. The
tech that had clapped her into chains was finger-raping her. She begged
and questioned and pleaded, but he kept exploring her with his
fingers.
Then she felt a new sensation and grunted as if he had punched her
in the gut. He kept at the area he had found and Sally felt a
distressing need to respond. It was worse than shameful that he was
stimulating her.
He stopped before she had to scream and made a notation on his
clipboard. Then her legs we hauled up and secured just below the level
of her wrists. She swung in her suspension obscenly posed for his
examination.
This time his fingers probed her anus. Sally was resolved not to
give him the satisfaction of begging this time. She took it silently
as he slid a gloved finger up her ass. She persevered when he added a
second. She held on as he examined her rectum as carefully as he had
her vagina.
It was a strain. He had the fingers pushed as far as they would go
in her ass and she was struggling to remain quiet. She wanted to tell
him that she didn't have a prostate and he could stop looking for it.
That was the only excuse she could find for his intrusive fingers
worming up inside her ass.
When he pulled his fingers out he made a long notation on his
board and then lowered her legs so she again perched her butt on the
edge of the bunk. Then he started for the door.
"Hey, don't leave me like this," she begged.
"Oh, that's right, you can let yourself down now, there's no
requirement for you to hang there," he said with a mocking smile and
walked out of the cell.
Now it was time to cry. The cold, impersonal way they forced her
to do their bidding was frightening and demeaning. She hadn't liked
that at all. But that was like childbirth. It was too late to do anything
about it now, you just had to tough it out.
This last little indignity was aimed at her personally. She was not
only trapped in an impersonal machine, she was subject to the whims of
its operators. Sally sobbed her whys, hows? and whats? as she hung there.
-----
Ralph had changed his mind. It was very good plunging into the
heat of her cunt. The woman had synchronized the movements of her butt
to his thrusts. She was making it delightful to drive his cock straight
in her as he mashed against her generous rump.
But it wasn't enough. He had brought a good woman to their
organization and he wanted his full membership rights.
No, he didn't need to subdue this woman. He wanted to fuck her in
the ass because he could.
She certainly had a different kind of reaction to that. He pulled
his cock slowly out of her and she automatically lowered her rear the
inch to put him on target. The women were well-trained or they were
used that way by most of the clients.
She still made squeaking sounds as he pressed forward and opened
the smaller hole, but she didn't make the slightest move to avoid his
entry. She was not only fully trained, but completely domesticated.
If his suppostition about the frequency with which she was fucked
in the ass was true, then she had remarkable powers of recovery. She was
as tight as if his had been the first cock to breach her asshole.
She didn't loosen as he fucked her either. The only change from his
first slow progress into her ass to taking her long, fast and deep was
that she accepted his harder fucking with the same kind of motion in her
rear that she had given him when he was fucking her cunt.
Whatever they had done to her had made her an exquisite sex toy.
Ralph thought of Sally for a moment. He wondered how much success they
would have with her. What kind of punishment, or training, or whatever
they did would it take to turn his willful bitch into a compliant sex
object like the one he was fucking in the ass.
That was only a transient thought. He was having far too much fun
fucking this hairless woman's tight ass to dwell on the past. In a second
he was going to again and then he would have time to think about
whatever he wanted to.
-----
Sally looked up at the who entered as if he was the guard
sent to walk her to her execution. She had found no answers as she
asked why over and over, and the unproductive questioning had only
served to darken her mood.
She had known helpless from her first awakening on the table. Now
she was hopeless as well. She had not the slightest clue to form even
a wild guess to any of her questions.
"It's okay to be scared," the said soothingly, without
soothing her at all.
She was frightened, but she wasn't sure that was her root
emotion. She was also confused and angry, yes, very angry at her
treatment. And she was not in a position to act on her anger, which
made her frustrated.
She could stop being scared and still have an overflow of emotion
left, she thought as she watched the man.
He in turn was studying her as she was stretched for easy
inspection. Sally was suddenly aware of how far she had opened her legs
in her quest to relieve the pressures of her awkward position. He was
staring at all her most private parts as they were on most public
display. She perversely decided to not give him the satisfaction of
closing her legs like a timid schoolgirl now.
"Hairless don't really turn me on," he said conversationally,
"But you'll meet a lot of that it does here."
She had no idea why he had told her that. Was he trying to forge
a bond? As far as she was concerned, he was the enemy and she was no
collaborator. She stared determinedly at him.
"I'm just hired help," he kept up the stream of meaningless
information. "Seems I've got something they can't find in their own
ranks."
He opened the coat he was wearing and Sally couldn't stop her
reaction. Her eyes went wide as she saw why they had sought this man.
His cock couldn't have hung to his knee, but that was how it appeared
to Sally.
"I have to do the final examination on all the new ones," he said,
"Seems I'm equipped to seek out the and test capacity."
Sally had fantasies about really big dicks like most women, but
this one was too big. She was afraid to consider how much it might grow
as it came erect. It was certainly a foot long as it hung between his
legs.
She could struggle and fight him, but she sensed that was what he
wanted. Sally didn't like it, but she stared defiantly at him as she
kept her wide-open pose.
He strutted over and flopped the horrible thing between her legs.
When he pressed forward so that his balls pressed against her cunt, she
saw in terror that the head extended to a spot just below her breasts.
If this external demonstration was any guide to the internal, he
would certainly kill her if he put it in. She looked down to confirm
and saw it reached as high as her heart for sure.
Terror did seem to be his key. As the look of panic crossed her
face, she saw the evil python twitch and straighten. Mercifully, it
did not appear to lengthen as the blood flowed into the already
outrageously sized organ.
With as little input as possible from Sally, his cock grew hard
and dangerous looking. He was certainly going to put it in her and
that would certainly kill her. She couldn't stop the recoil that
made her shrink back from him at that revelation.
"Now don't be like that," he taunted her. "I like to fuck six
inches at a time. Course, when the last six inches go in, the top six
have to be somewhere."
Sally had already estimated this his cock was a foot long. There
was nothing he could say to scare her. It wasn't words that she feared.
"Now I see the problem," he said as he tried to fit his cock to
her cunt. "You're all cramped up sitting here."
It didn't occur to her what he meant until he moved first one
wrist and then the other farther toward the wall on her bunk chains.
He wanted her birth canal in a straight line so his cock would not
have to bend around a turn to fit inside her.
It only emphasized the alien nature of his cock for Sally. Most
cock wouldn't hit bottom, let alone make a turn if they fucked her while
she sat on the edge of her bunk.
She didn't need help understanding the alien nature of his weapon
when it slid inside her. In truth it came nowhere near her heart, but
it didn't have to reach that far to be more than Sally wanted in her
belly.
The elasticity of her sheath had been tested before by with
thick cocks, but never had one rammed against her cervix and stretched
her length-wise as it threatened to plunge past the gate into her womb.
Filled was not a sufficient word to explain the congestion she felt
between her legs as he shoved the monster cock into her.
She had no experience expanding to such an extent and the was
giving her no time to accustom herself. Her yelp at the too-rapid intrusion seemed to amuse him.
"I guess size does mean something," he bragged as he her.
Hurting her seemed to be his main objective as he rooted his cock
around inside her, looking for tender spots to probe. When that no longer
drew the protests he enjoyed, he pulled his cock out of her.
"This is the part you always like the best," he said.
Even if she had suspected what was coming, Sally would have had no
defense. This was practiced at staying out of the path of stray
kicks as he pulled first one leg and then the other over her head and
locked them to the cot's chains.
"You should be glad they make me grease you," he said as Sally
realized his intention in horror, "I'd rather suprise you. I get the
best screams that way."
Sally had allowed Ralph to fuck her in the ass once. He was so
grateful that he made sure it was easy for her to take. That had
erased her only other attept at anal sex, when a teenager had ignored
her protests to ravage her and put her off that form of sex for years.
Sally knew this time was going to be more like her first than the
time with Ralph. Even if she had a loose asshole accustomed to being
fucked, this man's size would be a trial. And he had already shown her
that he enjoyed giving out the pain his huge cock could deliver.
"They don't want you dead, either, so I've got to be careful," he
said, sounding disappointed.
Careful wasn't enough when he pushed his cock against her anus.
Sally felt like she was having an episiotomy without anesthetic as his
cock threatened to rip her sphincter open. He seemed to revel in her
agony as he forced the head of his cock into her ass.
She realized what he had meant once that trial was over. He pressed
hard against her, but didn't lunge as his oversize cock slid past her
lubricated asshole into her guts. He was taking some pains to let her
intestines adjust as his cock slid farther into her than any object was
supposed to reach.
Whatever 'pains' he was taking not to shred her bowels, were
nothing compared to the pains his cock was giving Sally. She found
herself wishing that he would slam it into her with one fatal thrust and
get it over with. Rolled up in her tightly trussed position made the
slow progress of his cock a terrible exercise in prolonged pain and fear.
It seemed her ordeal would never end. When, finally, it did, she
had suffered the impossible intrusion for so long that she thought it
was an illusion. She thought she only dreamed that he was finally pressed
hard on her tight-stretched ass. She knew it was no dream when he pulled
back a short way and pushed back into her asshole.
His cock head was probing somewhere a foot inside her as her bowels
cramped and she had a mixture of pain, shame and nausea that she could
not comprehend all at one time. Her body was telling her that she had to
shit at the same time it was sending urgent messages that she was being
disembowled.
It was all the same to Sally. Whatever her sensations or
revulsions, she was trapped in a tight package unable to avoid the deep
penetration of her ass. The seemed unwilling to lose any of the
tight hug of her rectum and kept close to her, stabbing into her
with short, abrupt thrusts.
Sally had become numb to it all by the time he finished and slowly,
regretfully, pulled the punishing cock out of her asshole. Then he tried
to shame her.
"I wish they'd let me take pictures when I'm done," he taunted her,
"You have no idea how funny you look with your ass looking like the
Lincoln tunnel."
Sally was in no mood for something that simple to bother her. She
had no responsibility for what he had done to her. She wanted answers
and his insults were ignored. She had a harder time ignoring the fact
that he left her trussed in her bent double position and left the room.
-----
The squeezed just enough and only on the back stroke as he
squirted out his load in her ass. It was great to have a that not
only took it in the ass happily, but also knew what she was doing. It
was worth Sally to have access.
The looked back at him without moving and Ralph realized that
other must want the to suck the shit off their dicks. He wasn't
ready for that yet.
He could understand the impulse. It would be a feeling of power to
tell this to lick the shit off him and watch her obediently respond.
But he didn't need that right now. His frustrations were all being
satisfied by knowing Sally was somewhere in the facility being turned
into one of these bald women of service.
Ralph crawled over to rest with his back against the wall. He
crooked his finger at her. He caught her under the chin as she tried to
put her mouth on his recumbent cock. He urged her up to kneel above
him on hands and knees as he toyed with her breasts.
He traced the heavy parabolas where her teats hung down over his
belly. He tickled a nipple with his finger and it lazily tightened at
his light touch. He looked up from his play and saw she was staring at
him, alert for any command he would have for her.
He tried to see Sally's face on this girl, but it was impossible.
He couldn't even imagine her so willing, so free, so unconcerned for
how she was being served.
That was their problem. They were sure they could handle any female
brought to them. There were many tastes, he was assured. Sally would
have an aptitude satisfying someone's personal preference.
This was smiling happily as he explored her tits. They were
heavy, substantial as he weighed them in his hands.
He had felt all he could feel with his hands. He put his hands on
her shoulders and pushed her down so her brushed his groin. She
understood his intention instantly and used her hard nipples to trace his
cock as he had used his fingers to trace her just before.
-----
Sally had been displeased. Then she was offended. She went through
troubled to distraught and she was still bent double with her thighs
presing her belly and her knees kneading her breasts. It was hard to
breathe and even harder to keep her self-control.
She became convinced the evil with the big dick had neglected
his duty to inform someone he was through out of spite. She was sure
she was doomed to remain in this life-threatening position until she
was dead.
She had been humiliated, angry, ashamed, but now she was only
fearful. She would love to avenge herself on her captors, but at the
moment all she wanted was to live. She screamed for help.
If they didn't like it, at least they would have to end her
solitude to shut her up.
She was left to scream for some time. It was amusing to watch them
as their last desperate measures were ignored. When she was more croaking
than screaming, the door opened and Sally heard someone approach.
"I thought you forgot me. I can't breathe in this position. Please,
can you let me up? I'm very sore being bent like this," Sally sent each
statement like a feeler out to the person present.
She got no response to any of them. She was a breath to
scold or cry, even she wasn't sure which, when she felt a jab in her
buttock. The breath whoosed out of her and before she could draw
another, the world crashed into blackness.
-----
Ralph fought the urge to push her head down and have her suck his
cock. He was responding to her tickling nipple massage but it was
frustratingly slow progress.
He wanted to push her down and ram his unrevived cock into her and
take her. She had revived his desire before she had revived his ability.
He sternly told himself to relax and enjoy her eagerness to please him.
That in itself should be reason enough for him to lay back and let her
arouse him in her own way, he told himself.
She was excited by arousing him or she pretended well. Either way,
it was a treat Ralph had only dreamed about. He should enjoy every moment
she took as she was willing to take her time to please him in a special
way.
As his cock twitched up to lay pointing straight up on his belly,
she lowered herself to let the weight of her rest on his cock.
She still allowed only a light touch, but it was fuller, a more earthy
feeling as she teased him with her tits.
-----
Sally realized quickly that she was no longer bent into the painful
pretzel. She was laying on her side and her face was in a puddle of
drool. She was bent enough her fingers were trapped between her thighs
and her ankles were crossed.
She noted all this in turn as she discovered that she couldn't
move. She was again a sentient lump of flesh, aware but unable to change
anything. At least now she knew it was a drug that made her that way.
She tried to investigate her surroundings from where she lay. She
was in a differet room. She was not on a cot, yet she rested on fabric
of some sort. She was not alone. Across the way saw the arch of another
set of feminine buttocks laying as motionless as she.
She had roused with a start because her mind had been struggling
to break the drug's hold. Now that she understood the situation, Sally
gave in willingly to the drowsieness that still pulled at her. There was
nothing to do but lie here and obsess. She might as well sleep.
-----
She's come this far, let her do the rest, too, Ralph thought as his
cock raised up over his belly.
He didn't so much pull her up by the ear as use it to guide her.
She came up already understanding what he wanted. At least she
automatically moved into position straddling his hips and seated herself
on his cock.
She seemed stuck at that point, but Ralph found he only had to start
her. He eased his hips up and she started to move. Ralph understood after
a while of her slow rocking that she set the energy of her motion to how
hard or fast he responded under her.
He jabbed at her with a medium pace and she settled into a wonderful
ride on his cock that he felt could last forever. The nipples that had
brought him back from the dead were swinging just above him and he reached
up to use them as his controls.
He pinched and she slammed down hard on his cock. He swung them and
she moved her hips 'round and 'round in a pattern that mimicked their
motion. It was like having a remote control for fucking.
And like any remote control he overused them. She didn't complain.
The payment came as her directed gyrations on his cock made it impossible
to stay passive beneath her. He lunged up into her and she responded with
a bounce equal to his energy.
It was far from forever when Ralph arched up beneath the active
girl and spray-painted her womb with his seed. She was very good on top,
knowing just the way to grind on him as she held his whole cock tight
inside her and let him pump all the in his balls into her cunt.
Ralph wanted to lick her after that and pulled her down to him.
-----
Sally woke when she heard sounds very near her. This time her head
came up and she noted that she was past the drug's influence at the same
time the significance of that was wiped away by the scene before her.
There were five, no six, of them laying shaven, naked and just
regaining consciousness on the floor around her. There was only one reason
Sally could think of for collecting women this way. She had been kidnapped
to be made a sex slave.
"Does anyone know how we got here?" Sally asked the girls.
"I was going for a fitness program," one of the replied.
As the words were leaving her lips, the doors burst open and two
hooded came in. They went directly to Sally and the other girl.
"Good, I like that use their mouths," said the one holding
Sally by the collar. "And if you open it, we know you mean you want to
use it."
His cock was ready behind a flap that was part of his costume and
he pushed it against Sally's mouth.
"Come on, you know by now that there's no saying no to anyone's
commands," he said and jerked on her collar.
It was true. She was at their mercy, one way or the other. The
collapse of her will made it easy to give in and let this push his
cock into her mouth. She tried not to think. She by reflex and let
this fuck his cock into her face.
The other watched as these two were given their treatment for
talking. They had learned one rule in this seraglio chamber.
-----
Ralph's cock may never have felt quite so fufilled as it did when
it finally dropped out of the girl's cunt. He had gloried in her
hard nipples as his cock basked inside her. He had squeezed her tight
against himself to try and keep his penetration as long as he could
manage.
Now that the limp organ lay sticky on his thigh, Ralph fell back
as sated as he had ever been. For once his cock felt like it had had
enough. It seemed to him that his prick was humming as it lay at rest.
He realized that the had slid down his body only when her
tougue made the first long pass over his recumbent cock.
"I'm not going to get it up any more," he laughed at her.
Her answer was to suck his cock up like a worm and pump it with
sucking motions in her mouth. She let it pull slowly out of her lips and
fall on his thigh before she resumed her long laps un and down his
length.
Now Ralph knew he had had the best experience of his life. When she
was satisfied, including a tongue-washing of his balls, she sat up on her
heels for instructions.
"I feel like I should scratch you behind the ears for a toungue-bath
like that," Ralph told her.
All that was left was to ring Chomondly and have him bring his
clothes.
-----
The stink of sperm still wafted from Sally's throat every time she
took a breath when the same opened a slot in the door and stuck in
the muzzle of an air pistol.
These unsophisticates stirred in a panic as they saw the gun. He had
to be quick to hit his target. The dart hit Sally in the tit, but that was
the only realization she had time for before the dark of unconsciousness
rolled over her.
The learned lesson number two: get awy from the fallen, as the
man swung wide with his cattle prod on his way to Sally's limp form.
-----
"We have a feature in the show room you might enjoy," Chomondly
said as Ralph dressed in the shower room.
"I can watch, but I'm afraid I'm fucked out. That did a fine
job," Ralph answered.
"That is no more than we require," Chomondly said, "But I think you
will enjoy seeing the feature performer today."
Private booths lined the walls of the show room, which was bigger
by half than the chamber Ralph had just come from. Perhaps he would avail
himself of a partner to watch these festivities on another day.
Chomondly led him to the choicest box in the middle of the one-way
glass. There was room for five to comfortably fuck in this booth.
Ralph lay back and watched a dark, hairy pick a woman up by the
hips and ram into her from behind. Now Ralph knew one other member, as
only members performed in the show room. Perhaps some day Ralph might
even decide to be the exhibtionist and fuck a knowing the eyes of
others would be on him.
He had not known, but it wasn't a shock when the woman reared and
he saw Sally's face. There had been something familiar about the butt
the hairy was pounding against.
She was still wild, Ralph saw, as she protested the man's
attentions. And then a closer look revealed that he had pulled his cock
from her and was fitting it to the narrower way.
His mind sent a memo to his cock, which was ignored. In any less
depleted a state, his cock would have revived at the chance to even
watch as his prissy bitch got boned up the butt. Even now his cock wanted,
but was not able, to rise.
She reared at the first stab as this ignored her struggles to
plant his cock in her anus. There was no mercy for her as he pushed hard
and buried more cock in her ass. He was enjoying the process, Ralph could
tell. Perhaps he had his own withholding partner, already a member of
the pool from which members could choose.
Ralph felt his own joy as he watched Sally impaled on the goodly
prick. It was satisfying to watch her ass stuffed full, in some ways
even better than boning her himself. That was much easier to say after he
had fucked his own partner in the ass just for the joy of the tight hole.
Sated with the hot grip, Ralph could concentrate solely on Sally's
reaction of pain and repugnance and enjoy her humiliation at his leisure.
Chomondly had been right. Ralph was enjoying the feature very much.
It was the icing on the cake of his good decision to turn Sally over to
the club. It was well worth the price of membership.
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