Taxi fucking adventures

The next 2 days went by in a blur for Alyx. His days were spent eating breakfast, looking for the girl, eating lunch, looking for the girl, eating dinner, looking for the girl until he couldn't move anymore, sleep and repeat the process. Some nights he would sleep for only an hour, other nights 5 or 6 and with the ship in outer space it was hard to keep track of just how many days have passed.

"I'll find you Laina, I will." Those words repeated themselves in Alyx's head. Like a dying mantra, the only thing keeping him going.


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Laina finally found Alyx's room. Her original room he had given away and it took some clever following him to find his new room. It was simple enough, bribe some kids to follow him while playing a game. When he finally went into a room they were to get her.

Now that she knew where he was she just had to wait for him to leave the freaking room. Once in there she can grab her clothes, grab the money, then hole up somewhere until they land, and be home free. The simple plans were the best plans.

Laina snuggled down into her rags that she had stolen. She was sitting with her legs up, her head resting against her knees, looking just like every other female sitting against the wall that couldn't afford a room. She even smelled and hid her long hair in a wooly cap. Waiting was the worst part.

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Alyx paced his room. He was the best damn bounty hunter and he couldn't find one girl. He knew where she was and he still couldn't find her. How pathetic was he? His subconscious kept asking himself if he was deliberately not finding her. If he was over looking obvious clues.

Alyx plopped down on the bed just to stand back up and continue his pacing. He was NOT over looking clues. She was just so damn elusive.

"I will find you."

And with those words said out loud Alyx exited his room, slammed the door, locked it, and charged up the hallway to continue his search of the ship once more. He glanced at the women, children, and men sitting against the wall and held his breath as he passed them.

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Finally! Laina thought. She waited a few more minutes making sure he didn't come back. Once satisfied she pushed herself to her feet and hurried to his cabin door. Laina pulled a long thin piece of metal from between her robes and inserted it into the door and jam. A little wiggle and the door sprung free.

Laina walked in and shut the door close behind her with a small kick. Immediately Laina went to the green duffel bag. Unzipping it she reached inside only to find the money wasn't there. Just his clothes. The bastard must have hidden the other green duffle bag somewhere along with my clothes. Laina looked everywhere for the second duffle bag or any piece of her clothing.

She looked under the bed, in the lone closet, even in the lights, but there wasn't any sign of green or female clothing anywhere. Laina opened the bathroom door and sighed. It wasn't in there either, but her dagger was. Laina grabbed that and pushed it into the dirty skirt's elastic band.

"Fine." Laina went back to the duffle bag and grabbed one of his shirts pulling it on and taking off the dirty rag she was using. It felt good and clean and smelled faintly of Alyx. Laina tied the excess back into a knot so the shirt looked more feminine.

Laina walked out holding the dirty rags she had stolen earlier on one arm. She forgot to close his door, but she didn't care if anyone stole his stuff. He probably deserved it. Laina dropped the rags at a lady's feet and walked the opposite way Alyx had gone. Going to the stairs Laina climbed all the way to the top and made a left at the Purple Place.

The Purple Place was the only place where anyone can get anything they sexually desire. From a blow job to a human toilet it was all there for the pickings. You just had to find the right girl or guy.

Laina went to her small section that was curtained off and looked over at the girl whose belongings were so close to hers most people thought it was all hers. Which was why Laina didn't mind she took a lot of her personal space; the girl was so loud, so evident that anybody standing next to her paled in comparison.

Laina forgot the girl's name and usually called her girl, but the girl was a looker. With long black hair, a small oval face with exotic features, and a tiny waist that led to long legs it was no wonder how the girl could get away with being so loud and boisterous.

Laina settled back behind the see throughish curtain. She could see out (sorta, she couldn't see features, but shapes and figures), but people couldn't see in. The way she liked it.

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Alyx walked back to his cabin only to find his previously locked door standing slightly ajar. Alyx whipped out his short sword and kicked open his door. A quick survey told him no one was here, but he didn't put away his sword. He walked over to the bathroom to see it empty as well. He almost turned away when he realized the dagger was gone.

Alyx leaned on the doorjam between his cabin and the bathroom and though. She could have came in here, but she would first have to know where I was staying. It could have been some random thief and took the dagger as that was the only thing of value, but why not take the duffle bag of my clothes and try and sell it. Why not try and claim the room as your own? It doesn't make ...what's that smell? I know that smell.

Alyx walked around his room trying to remember where he smelled that strong fleshy smell. It was faint, but if he kept circling he could still catch a whiff. Suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. Alyx rushed out of his room and stared down the hall. He stared at the poor huddled against the wall. He was almost positive there was someone there with their head against their knees.

Alyx grabbed his door handle and pulled the door close. He heard the click and knew his belongings were locked inside. Alyx rushed down the hall to the wall and knelt down in front of one of the women.

"The spot beside you. Was it a woman or a man?"

The woman raised her eyes to Alyx looking him over, but she never made it to his face. Her eyes were locked on his sword. "I dunno."

Alyx sighed and put his sword away, but it didn't matter she started to shake as if him putting away the weapon was more dangerous.

"Please, tell me was it a man or a woman?"

"I dunno, I dunno. I dunno."

Alyx stood up and punched the wall over her head. She gave a little shriek. "Woman. Girl. It was a girl. I remember girl."

Alyx looked down at her. "Are you sure?"

"Aye, she give me rags. You take."

Son of a bitch. She was here watching me and I didn't even know it. "No, you can keep them. Do you know where she went?" The woman shook her head no still offering the filthy rags to him. There is one spot you didn't look. Because she wouldn't be there. Where else would a young woman hide? The Purple Place is the perfect place. Fine!

Alyx walked down the hall and up the steps. He didn't want to think that Laina was selling herself to get by. He would have never thought she would do that, but if she had no money for food or clothes it might be the easiest thing for her to do.

Alyx walked to every female old or young and asked if they saw Laina. He gave a perfect description, but he should have known better. Even if Laina was right behind them they would have said no. They wouldn't rat eachother out. Alyx had to find the most desperate one and then offer her a lot of money.

Alyx had walked the Purple Place three times now before he settled on the perfect girl. She had long black hair and a come hither walk. She was practically begging for attention and he was going to give it to her.

"Hi."

"Hello there," she replied to him.

"I'm Alyx."

"Jazmine, but my friends call me Jaz." She gave a hollow laugh and sauntered closer to him. "Are you looking to party tonight?"

"Yeah, um, if you could come to my cabin..." Alyx trailed off. He was trying to downplay his rough good looks and come off as a rouge guy just begging for a piece of ass.

"You promise not to hurt me?"

"Aye, I promise."

Jaz pouted. "Okay."

Alyx gave her directions to his cabin and asked her to meet him there in 15 minutes. He wanted to do one last survey of the Purple Place before meeting her there.

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I'm Alyx.

Laina bolted up in her chair and stared at the curtains. She's been found. Laina couldn't believe he was talking to the girl and any minute she was going to point in her direction and Laina would be captured again. Laina waited and waited and finally her mind picked up on the words.

...come to my cabin...

"What?!" Laina had to stop herself from going out there and gouging out his eyes. He was going to pick up a hooker. How many times had he come up here to relieve himself? The fucker.

Laina watched him leave and Jaz came over to her and smiled.

"Did you see that hunk of man? I'm going over to his cabin and get me a real piece of meat."

Laina just stared at her. If she said one more thing Laina was going to take her dagger and cut off her lips. How could he?

"I'm going to meet him in a few minutes. I'll see you later. Happy Hunting."

Laina reached between her skirt and pulled out her dagger. The girl had already turned around, but that doesn't mean Laina couldn't still throw it at her back. Just as Laina pulled her arm back the girl was out the makeshift tent and into her own. Laina was seething.

I woke up next morning to the wonderful sensation of Karen’s mouth caressing my cock. I allowed her to continue to the point she received her reward of a mouthful of fresh hot Jism. She raised her smiling face; and joking said “Well I have had my morning cock feast, would you like your tea in bed or shall we adjourn to the shower room where you can refresh me some more with a nice golden shower.

I declined the shower for now and Karen, leapt out of bed and returned 20 minutes later still naked with tea and toast. As she sat on the edge of the bed, I noticed something poking out from her pussy; I reached over to try to pull it out to see what it was but she playfully pulled away from me causing the tray to tip and my tea to tip all over me. Although it was warm it was not as hot as I would have expected, so I figured she had cooled it to deliberately spill it over me.

I used our code word ‘Eyeore’ (pronounced e – or) a donkey character from AA Milne’s Winnie the Pooh. Karen immediately knew that she was in trouble and could expect to receive punishment for her actions. I told her she could expect it to happen before bed tonight; she meekly nodded, I then climbed out of bed and reached forward slipped my hand between her legs; I took hold of the strap and gently pulled, her cunt lips opened as the head of a plastic tube emerged.

When I had fully extracted it, I saw it was a plastic tube with some shiny paper inside; when I opened it, unwrapped the item and it revealed a little ankle bracelet which read ‘RAYS PERSONAL SLUT’; Karen said she had bought it to mark my property and once it was put in place it was designed to be soldered into place and therefore never to come off.

I told her that I would consider her wearing it, but only if she actually earned the right as a reward. I told her that as she ruined my cup of tea; we may as well take our shower together; after which she would have to leave for work. We walked hand in hand downstairs to the wet room. As we started to shower, Karen soaped her hands and ran them over my cock, she started a slow sensuous massage which had my cock erect in seconds.

Then rinsing the soap; she knelt before me and began sucking my cock, I warned her that I needed to pee. She pulled back and said “your toilet is waiting master”

I nodded as the first trickle emerged from my cock head, she quickly engulfed the head in her mouth and allowed me to piss straight down her throat, and she never spilt a drop. She then stood up and I soaped my hands and washed her breasts paying particular attention to her nipples; I pinched them and twisted them before running my hands down to her cunt and arse. I inserted a soapy finger into her arse; I began finger fucking her arse whilst telling Karen “Use the shower head to wash the soap off your cunt”

She did this whilst I was knelt before her; and as I finger fucked her arse, I leaned forward and began licking her cunt. I circled her clit flicking it with my tongue then plunging my tongue into her cunt my nose would rub against her clit, on and on I went noting the increase in pussy juice and her thrusting hips.

I knew she was close to her orgasm, so a doubled the fingers in her arse and took her clit between my teeth and lightly nipped her. She jerked away as he climax crashed over her. Suddenly as I continued my licking she started to pee, it splashed against my tongue and ran in to my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed the amber nectar; for the next few minutes, Karen continued to flood me with her piss.

We then finished our shower and both dressed for work, Karen to go to the supermarket and I to go see a client re filming.

At lunch time, I received a call from Karen saying that she was sorry for this morning and it was unforgivable for a slave slut to piss on her own master. I reminded her that away from playtime she was my equal and I would overlook the incident. She asked “Can you meet me at my finishing time tonight; someone here wants to meet you?”

“Yes, I can be there by 4.30 pm although I may be a little late” I replied. So we arranged to meet in the cafeteria at the supermarket.

When I arrived; Karen was sat talking to a woman in her mid forties; she introduced her as Carol. I noticed that Carol would not look me in the face as we shook hands; Karen then prompted Carol “Go on tell Ray what you told me earlier!”

“Well, it’s like this!” she began shyly. “Tom, my husband and I would like to find out if we are both submissive and I know my son Stuart and daughter Sally are definitely submissive!” she added.

“Well what do you want from me?” I asked.

“Carol wants us to go over to their house Friday night, and see if they are all submissive and to play a little to find their levels!” Karen interrupted.

Carol nodded; I agreed to try out their plan but only on my terms. I instructed Carol to go to the ladies toilet remove her bra and panties and return to place them in my hand. Carol quietly stood and walked off in the direction of the toilets, returning 20 minutes later; she sat down and slipped the items into my hand. I looked at the items and then selected her panties and raised them to my nose, watching Carol as I did so. She scanned the surrounding tables; making sure no one was watching me as I sniffed the gusset of her freshly removed panties.

I slipped her things in to my pocket; stating I would return them to her on Friday night. “You are quite aroused by this! Are you not?” I asked Carol.

“Yes, I am; being honest about it” she replied.

Karen quickly interrupted “Carol, you forgot to show proper respect for my master, you must always call him Master or Sir!”

“Sorry Sir” Carol repeated.

I moved over to Carol’s side of the table and whispered “you will pay a penalty for that on Friday night, slut”

“Yes Master” she replied.

I slipped my hand on to her knee and gave it a slight pull; she reluctantly allowed her legs to part; as my hand worked slowly up her thigh and on to her hairy pubic bush. “That will have to go!” I remarked.

Then my fingers found her clit and stroked it as I found her already open cunt lips; I slipped the finger in to her cunt. Her eyes shot wide open and Karen smiled at her, saying “He has a way with women, don’t you think?”


Carol could only nod.

I then withdrew my finger and held it up to Karen who immediately licked it clean whilst never losing eye contact with Carol.

“Make sure that all concerned are present; when we come over on Friday night!” I instructed Carol.

She replied “Yes Master, I will do my best to make sure all four of us are present!”

“I hold you responsible if they are not!” I informed her.

With that Karen and I left and drove home; during the trip she casually asked “what have you got planned for Friday, Master!”

“Wait and see!” was my reply. “Besides you have a little matter of punishment to face tonight for your escapade this morning!” I reminded her.

She sat quietly; for the rest of the journey. We arrived home and Karen immediately went into the kitchen and began preparing a meal. I walked upstairs and put out a pair of handcuffs, a length of soft silk rope and a medium sized butt plug.

I called Karen to come upstairs, where I instructed her to strip; tie her own tits up using the rope and insert the butt plug before putting on the handcuffs behind her back.

She reminded my that Dinner would be ready in 45 minutes; so I agreed to suspend her punishment till after Dinner but shocked her by telling her that she would have to wear the butt plug and have her tits tied from now. I left her to carry out my wishes; before returning with my long dressing gown; allowing her to wear this whilst cooking dinner.

When she returned to the kitchen, I followed and checked her bindings; her tits swelled beyond the rope binding forcing her nipples to look more exaggerated; and her anal ring gripped tight onto the butt plug.

I deliberately teased her nipples inside the gown she wore; occasionally slipping one or two fingers into her cunt as my thumb stroked her clit. I kept her on edge until she announced dinner was ready; so we ate in the living room and simply put the used plates in the sink to be washed later. Leading her upstairs I handed her the handcuffs and she removed the dressing gown before putting on the cuffs behind her back. I reached over and picked out a large flesh coloured dildo, 12 inches long and at least 3 inches round; I had Karen suck this before inserting it into her cunt. I turned on the dildo; and taking the riding crop, I applied a quick swishing slap with it to each breast.

Her nipples really bounced because of the bindings and two small red marks appeared just above and touching her nipples. I made her lean back on the bed and applied six strokes with the crop on to the clit, each slap caused her to jump slightly and I saw the dildo begin to slip out of her cunt; I reached forward with my foot and pushed it firmly back into place.

A further 5 strokes were applied to each breast and then I released her hands from the cuffs and ordered her to stand in the corner on tiptoe and apply the crop six times to each cheek of her own arse. She had to count each one out saying “Master’s slut needs a well whipped butt”

After she had completed her self punishment, I had her bend over the bed and removed the butt plug before sinking my prick into her arse and fucked her hard, well aware of the dildo still stuffed up her cunt. She began to moan and rising in pitch till the orgasm broke over her body. I then plunged my prick deep into her arse and shot my load up her anal canal.

I then allowed her to release herself and go shower; she insisted on sucking clean my cock before she went to shower.

Friday Night; I met Karen at her work and drove over to Carol’s house. I instructed Karen, that for tonight she would be my assistant and she should be prepared to carry out anything I told her to do with who ever I told here to. She agreed; when we arrived; I had Karen pick up my travel bag and carry it into Carol’s home.

Sammy was 21 years old, a fresh faced woman originally from Western Europe, Now living in London because of her high ranking work as a Lawyers Advocate. Her private life was much less rewarding though. She longed to be the willing slave of a fair but demanding Master. Her Head was full of unfilled fantasies. She stood 5’10” tall her demure figure accentuated by her 38 C prominent breasts. In her office she ruled with an iron hand, oh how she wished for that iron hand to spank her in the privacy of her home.

Whilst trying to ease the pent up tensions she always felt when she arrive home to her empty lifeless private existence, recently she had taken to trawling the adult sites specializing in Dominated women. There at least she was able to identify with the need to be used by a superior man.

Yesterday, her veil had almost slipped as she had been chatting in a chat room with a man who seemed to be the ideal solution to her needs. When the conversation turned to a more private chat in the one to one rooms, she had given him her mobile number. All day today she dreaded the thought this stranger ringing her up at work and demanding she do something dangerous that could lead to her being sacked.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, when she had reached home with out that dreaded but exciting call coming. She turned to make herself a hot cup of coffee, when the mobile phone began to ring. With out thinking she answered, A Voice said “Samantha, that is you, isn’t it Samantha?”

Something about the way he said her name caused electric pulses to rush from every part of her body all heading directly in to her clitoris. Her voiced trembled as she replied “Yes, this is Samantha! To whom am I speaking?”

“You forgot me already, Samantha, I am shocked. Only yesterday you gave me this number to take you to subs paradise!” the sultry voice said.

“OH Ray it's you, I was not expecting a call so soon, besides I have only just heard your voice for the first time. How was I supposed to recognize a voice I have never heard?” she asked.

The voice said “Do you really want me to take you to paradise? Can you honestly tell me that the quiver in your voice and the dampness spreading through your cunt at this very moment are not telling me you want me to take you there?” “I am here in Chelsea right now, all I need is your address and I will transport you beyond your wildest dreams!” he continued. Before she knew what had happened she gave him her address. “See you in fifteen” was the last thing she heard before the phone went dead.

She sat down before her shaking legs collapsed beneath her. Had she really just given this stranger she barely knew her address so willingly. As if in a dream she simply sat there, until the whistling kettle reminded her of her thirst. She quickly made herself a coffee and half hoping she had imagined the phone conversation. But no exactly fifteen minutes after the phone call there was a knock on her front door, should she answer, could she answer and more importantly could she allow herself to be transported to the Promised Land.

As if with a mind of their own, her feet steered her to the front door, her arms belied her worries and reached out opening the door. Ray stepped in and closed the door behind him. He slowly scanned every inch of the female form stood before him. “Come” he said as he turned past her and on into the living room. Silently and as if her will had deserted her she meekly turned and followed him.

He pointed to a door leading off of her living room and without having to say a word, she said “Bathroom”. He pointed to a different door, “kitchen” came her reply. He walked up to the last remaining door and paused, she gulped before answering “Bedroom”.

He opened the door and walked in, then turning to her he called “Here Bitch!” again she meekly followed him into the room. Again looking her over he said “that won’t do, too dowdy. Strip!” Her eyes lowered to the floor as instinctively her hands went to the zip behind her neck. In a trance like state she removed her dress.

“Come on I Said Strip” He commanded. Her hands went to her silk half slip and lowered it to her knees, it freely fell the rest of the way to the floor. His eyes never left her as he stood tapping his fingers on her bedside cabinet. She reached behind her and released the clasp on her bra, dropping her hands the bra slid down her arms and fell away. The tapping increased like a Latin rhythm only it seemed much much louder in her head, her hands went to her panties and slowly lowered them down to her knees. Once they were over her knees they too fell to the floor. She now stood stark naked in front of a man she had met only moments before, yes they had talked for over two hours yesterday but that was with safety of the computer between them.

He stepped forward and immediately placed his hand on her right breast, slowly feeling for the aroused nipple. Which when he located it he squeezed between his finger and thumb. She winced but said nothing, so he sharply twisted her nipple; again she winced but remained silent. This time he tugged her nipple towards himself and a small moan escaped her lips. “Where do you keep your underwear?” he demanded. She pointed to the bottom drawer of a cabinet to the right side of her bed. He walked over to it opened the drawer and with drew a handful of knickers, finally selecting a lacy blue crutch less pair. He threw them over to Sammy. She instinctively caught them. “Put them on!” he ordered.

Whilst she slipped on the panties, he opened a wardrobe door and rifled around inside. He found what he sought a button down the front light summer dress that came to just above her knee. He turned and tossed this to her, she instinctively began to put it on but stopped before fastening the buttons.

He turned to her and said “Well what are you waiting for?”

“My bra!” she murmured.

“You will not be wearing a bra, bitch! So fasten up the dress!” he responded. He returned to searching her bedside cabinet, before turning to her and saying “Well slut where are all your fucking toys” stressing the Fucking. She started to blush and move forward to a drawer unit to the left of the bed, pulling out the bottom drawer she stepped back.

“Fucking useless!” he commented. “I will give you a shopping list of toys you will buy tomorrow!” he added. Next he located six inch high heels and ordered her to put those on. She had not worn this height of heel for quite some considerable time so she was unsteady on her feet as she took her first few paces. He did not seem very tolerant of this as he tried to hurry her towards her front door. She tried to grab a coat as she passed the coat rack but he told her “you won’t need that!”

She almost started to say “But I have only this thin dress, and no bra, on!” but his stare made her think better of it.

Soon she was downstairs and bundled into a car. She was forced into the back seat with Ray sliding in beside her. Another man was on the other side of her and one other was driving. As the car pulled away, Ray reached over to the front seat and pulled back a small black bag. He produced from this a black cloth bag and rolled up the sides. Next he slipped the bag over her head and lowered the sides. The bag smelt odd, but she could not place the odour, neither could she figure out the slimy texture as the bag made contact with her face. The bag was then twisted until a hole lined up in front of her mouth, at least I can breath, she thought.

Next she felt the opening of the bag tighten around her neck; at first she thought they were going to strangle her but why then the hole to allow her to breath. Then she realized they were fastening some sort of collar around her neck, this was obviously to prevent the hood being pulled off.

The cloth bag muffled the sounds around her, but she still made out some of the conversation going on between the three men. One voice said “Hope the bitch likes cum next to her skin and appreciates the trouble we had to go to, to grease her bag with that amount of it” She now knew the cold grease slime was cold spunk, that must then be the aroma of stale cum.

She trembled at what she had got herself into. “What’s her body like?” a different voice offered.

“Not bad!” she recognized as Ray’s voice. Suddenly she felt someone touching her right breast, she tried to jerk away.

“John, Stop that, there will be enough time later!” again it was ray’s voice. Then much closer to her ear, she heard “word of warning, Samantha. My friends expect full obedience and your safety could depend upon them getting it” Ray said.

“Where did you find her, anyway” the other voice asked.

“That’s the beauty of it, she found me!” Ray answered. “Came chatting in a chat room and then agreed to a private one on one chat. Even could not wait to tell me her fantasy was being made to do things against her will” Ray revealed. The three men chuckled at this.

Fear began to well up inside her as she heard “Well at least she should be grateful of her fantasy being for filled tonight then”.

Ray snapped “don’t alarm the poor slut too much, John” She now knew that John and Ray were sat each side of her.

The other voice said “Irrespective, she is here now and here she stays till we have had our fill”

John answered “Or should that be we have filled her. Jack” again all three laughed.

After about twenty minutes, or what she thought was twenty minutes, the car came to a stop. Ray climbed out and helped Samantha out; he kept a firm hand on her arm and guided her through a doorway. It sounded like they were in an empty corridor as she counted seventy clicks of her heels as they walked forward. Her mind whirred, what had they got planned for her, would she survive this night, what if their ultimate turn on was to cut her and leave her to die. “Silly stupid cow” her mind kept calling her, “How could be so stupid as to put yourself at risk like this” it reasoned.

Suddenly she was pulled to halt. Spun round and heard Ray’s voice close to her ear “Listen and listen good, Do everything your told, when told and not only will you survive but you may just love the whole experience!” Unaware as to whether he could see it she nodded her head. What choice did she have but to go along with what ever they demanded, She just wanted to get out of this alive.

She felt her arms being drawn behind her back and a soft rope was tied around each wrist binding them together.

“Samantha, do you hear me?” a voice which seemed slightly distant said.

“Yes” she tried to say although her throat was bone dry from fear.

“Was that a yes, my dear!” the voice asked.

Her throat was so dry that she coughed and replied “Yes”

“Do you know why you are here, Samantha” the voice continued.

“No” she answered. Whack a sharp stinging sensation hit the tops of her legs.

“Sir or Master. When you answer the voice” ray whispered.

“No Master” she repeated.

“You told someone of your inner need to serve a superior man, your desire to be used and abused by him, is that not so?” the voice continued.

“Yes Master, I did tell Ray that was so” she quickly answered.

“Tonight is your lucky night, for you shall not serve one superior man but ten superior men” the voice carried on. Her heart sank, how was she a single inexperienced woman going to service ten masters in one night.

“Prepare the seat!” she heard the voice say. Sounds just off to her right seemed to be moving something heavy. Suddenly she was pushed into sitting position; she assumed she was now sat in the seat what ever the seat was.

“Reposition her arms” was the next order she heard. Her hands were untied and retied fastened to two heavy wooden arms.

“Tell me, Samantha, How big are your tits?” the voice demanded.

“42 C sir”, she replied, grateful that the cloth hood covered her embarrassment.

“Do you shave your worthless cunt?” was the next question.

“Not normally, sir although I have for the last week!” she replied.

“When was the last time you took a cock in your mouth?” the voice asked.

“Years ago, Sir, when I was at law school” came her reply

“Why not since?” the voice asked

“I don’t know Sir” she offered

“Is it that you think your above servicing a cock with your filthy mouth?”

“Oh No Sir, I used to love sucking cock” she said

“When was the last time you had a cock in your cunt, Bitch” the voice asked.

“About the same time as the last cock I sucked Sir” she replied

“So you think you’re above giving your cunt to a man?” the voice continued.

“No, No sir, it’s just I have been concentrating on my career” she offered.

“When was the last Cock up your Arse, Slut” the voice continued

“OH Sir, my parents taught me that anal sex was dirty and wrong, so no one has ever been up my arse” she offered.

“How often do you Masturbate, Bitch?” the questions continued

“Maybe once a week sometimes once a month, Sir” she ventured

“remove her dress” came the command. Samantha tensed herself for someone to begin UN buttoning her dress but froze when she felt the cold steel of a blade, slide along her arm across her shoulders and down the other arm. Then suddenly her dress was pulled downwards from beneath her. Now she was really worried for she knew that she had nothing to go home in, if indeed they intended her to go home at all.

Suddenly her ankles were grabbed and her legs forcibly spread. Again her ankles were secured by what felt like shackles to what appeared to be moveable wooden slats. The supports for her arms were then moved wider apart and in her minds eye she saw herself spread eagled star shaped. Her head dropped back in to a void area. She had the over whelming feeling of being vulnerable and exposed.

Suddenly the hole in the cloth hood was blocked by what turned out to be a cock. It pushed at her lips forcing its way past her teeth and rested against her tongue.

“Lick my prick, bitch” she heard, just as she felt someone’s tongue against her clit, further tongues bathed her nipples in delicious licks. He mind jumped through several hoops as her senses went in to overload. Rapidly her first powerful orgasm began deep in her womb and erupted stronger than any volcano.

Her leg muscles twitched her stomach did somersaults and her mind flooded with wondrous images all based upon the rigid male phallus. Despite a mouthful of cock she moaned deliriously. All her senses were heightened by the lack of visual images. Suddenly her arse exploded in searing pain, but the over riding feelings of sexual released numbed her awareness. It was not until she felt the prick being repeatedly thrust into her anal opening that she concluded she was no longer an anal virgin.

The tongue licking her clit disappeared and a very thick penis began pushing its way past her labia. What with the cock up her arse and the one now trying to lodge in her throat, plus the one forcing its way into her cunt, she felt truly stuffed.

She realized she had reached her promised land and delighted in being the cum receptacle for who ever wanted her, she had never felt so alive. The very core of her nerves tingled. She suddenly felt the first swelling tell tale signs of an impending eruption in the prick in her mouth. As the first spurt of the seed of mankind left its tip, the cock was withdrawn until it was splashing its valuable white seeds just inside the cloth bag that covered her head.

Then the cock was gone completely and the area of the fresh warm deposit was slid around her face, some of the fresh sperm even found its way up her nose. The smell was unbelievably erotic and potent.

The cock in her arse then convulsed as it spread its load deep inside her colon, shortly followed by the cock in her cunt. Over the next three hours she lost count of the number of cocks her three holes accommodated but never lost count of the fact she now felt her true self, a wanton cock crazy cum slut.

By the time all the cocks had been sated, her body was a mass of cum streaks, her nipples red raw where they had been nipped between teeth and tugged, her cunt was wash with who knows how many loads of cum or for that matter who it all belonged to. Her arse literally dripped its still escaping load on to the floor.

Inside the hood, the cum clotted in her eyes, covered and seeped into her nose and mouth, even her ears were blocked with the thick sticky white sperm. All she could taste or smell was stale cum going cold against her skin. Her tired and stretched limbs were gently returned to normal stance, her legs untied, her arms untied and gently massaged. When she was stood up the heady aroma she had been sensing for the last few hours caused her to near collapse.

“You have done well, Samantha!” the unerring voice boomed. “You have passed your initial well. You will be contacted again and offered a place on our training program to become a worthwhile cum slut for your new masters.” It continued “be sure to arrange a short notice two week holiday from work, to attend that course” it continued. As she was helped from the room the words ‘done well cum slut’ repeatedly ran through her mind.

That voice she was to recall much later as she lay exhausted in her bed sounded so familiar, but for the life of her she could not place it.

The puzzle of the familiar voice suddenly was solved next day at work, when a junior lawyer who she had admonished a week earlier passed her in the corridor and said “Hello Samantha!”

Chapter 1

I first met Eleanor, when I was working as a site security guard at a sports complex. She was a volunteer First aider working for the Saint Johns ambulance service. She stood 6’ tall weighed around 150 lbs, had shoulder length blonde hair. Her figure was striking with her trim waist and protruding tits. I later found out they were 38 B.

A film company was filming a TV special, so extra security was needed at the sports centre; you know the kind of thing, over rated stars trying to rescue their careers by getting TV coverage. It was being filmed in front of a live audience, so security was just as important as was the presence of the Saint John’s Ambulance service. At the end of the filming, the TV Company announced they would like to thank the following, The Saint John’s Ambulance service and here to accept a bottle of wine for their efforts is Miss Eleanor Smith. I watched as she walked forward and could not help but think she was much too good for the likes of me. She accepted the wine and left. Next for his excellent management of our security needs this bottle goes to, Mr. Ray Francis. I stepped forward and spoke quietly to the presenter, saying I could not accept the gift because our company rules forbade it. However I would be glad for them to pass it on to the first aiders on my behalf for all their hard work.

Again Eleanor came forward and collected the second bottle of wine. She smiled and mouthed thank you to me as she left. Once the stars had left, I began my usual routine and walk round the building securing outside doors. As I passed the first aid room, Eleanor called me in. “thanks for the wine” she said “have you got a corkscrew?”

my sense of humour kicked in as I replied “Of course I have, I am a male after all”

“No I mean a real one” she quipped.

“Of course its real, I am not made of rubber” I challenged.

“No, No, I want to open this bottle of wine to share with my staff” she retorted.

“Oh ok I will scrounge one from catering and be back soon!” I offered. When I returned, we stood in the First aid room, had a drink of wine and a cigarette.

A lump of ash fell from the end of the cigarette, it landed on my thigh. With out a word, Eleanor got up came round my side of the desk and lightly brushed away the ash, making sure she contacted my soft penis. It jerked as she brushed over it. I said “I will give you six months to stop that”. She smiled and returned to her seat.

As I started to leave to finish my rounds, she asked “Want some company on your rounds?”

“Ok, if you’re finished here.” I replied.

“Well I have to come back here to run my colleagues home, but if anything happens at this late stage they can contact me through your radio” she said. So we walked out of the room and down the corridor. As we approached the back of the building, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into a storage room. Next thing we were kissing, her hand feeling my prick hardening to her touch. I returned the compliment by squeezing her right breast. Suddenly a noise attracted my attention to back out in the corridor. Having checked what caused the noise, I found the cleaner just walking away from us.

I asked Eleanor “What wine do you prefer?”

she replied “Librafraumilch, why?”

“Well next week I will bring you a bottle for you to share with your staff and a separate bottle for you and me!” I answered.

What I did not know was fates conspired against me and because of my experience I was sent to a different site the following week and for the next four weeks was kept busy away from the sports centre. I thought Just my bloody luck.

Eventually someone must have complained about the standard of staff being supplied to the centre because on the Saturday morning I was told the following week I was to be back at the sports centre. That night I phoned the centre security officer and asked him to check out the first aid room. “Ask for Eleanor, and if she is there ask her if she is still on for the bottle of wine she was promised?”

Nervously I waited ten minutes for him to return “Eleanor says you bet!” was his reply.

I pick up during the week, a bottle of Librafraumilch and a bottle of champagne. When Eleanor arrived that Saturday evening, I approached her and said “I have something for you in my security room!”

she replied “all you security guards say that, you just want to get me into your room you. Kinky man” I let the comment go after pinching her arse as she turned to walk away, she looked back smiling.

Later I dropped off the wine for her to share with her staff and whispered to her that I have a separate bottle of stuff for you. Pick it up before you leave.

She asked “What time do you finish here, as I know this is not an all night site?”

“11.30 is my lock up time, I have ten minute window to set the alarms or we would be invaded by local police” was my reply.

“Ok, I will run my staff home and will wait outside in the car park for you afterwards!” she added. I nodded.

At 11.30 pm I went to set the alarm, but because of a cleaner wedging a door, the alarm went of and two minutes later the place was swarming with police officers. I advised them that the alarm had malfunctioned and was just going to reset it now. They waited till the alarm was set and the doors locked before they went away. I walked over to the only car left in the car park and found a not too amused Eleanor.

“What happened?” she asked.

I explained “a bloody cleaner had wedged cardboard in an external door when they had been putting out the rubbish, it triggered the alarm!”

Eleanor explained “I had two randy coppers come snooping around my car” I looked at her and thought well I can understand them being randy, because she sat there in the smallest mini skirt I have ever seen, a white sheer blouse which clearly showed her aroused nipples and told me she had no bra on.

I opened my bag and showed her the champagne, “Where do you want to drink this?” I asked.

“As my flat mates are away, let’s take there to drink, shall we?” she replied. I nodded. As she drove to her flat she deliberately flicked the edge of her skirt up exposing the edge of her white knickers. Then her legs flopped open, or as much as she dare whilst driving. I notice a darker patch at the base of her knickers, obviously she was becoming aroused.

When we arrived at her flat, she collected two glasses as we headed for the living room. She turned to me and wrapped me in her arms, eager I suppose to renew that kiss from a month ago. Her tongue traced the shape of my lips and snaked its way into my mouth, I brought my hands up towards her soft breasts. Locating the already hardening nipples, I gave them a gently twist, which caused Eleanor to softly moan into my open mouth. She quickly pulled away and suggested I open the Champagne. I poured two glasses and offered a ‘Cheers’ as I took a sip, she did likewise.

She then said “Let’s not waste anymore time. I want you in my bed!” she led the way to her bedroom where in 2 seconds flat she was stark naked. Hardly surprising though she only had three items to remove. She walk forward to me and began undoing my trousers.

We climbed into bed, as my arm cradled her neck she took another drink from her glass and said “Ray, I want you to fuck my brains out!”

“I will try my very best” was the only reply I could manage. Climbing into the missionary position, I rubbed my hard cock along her moist slit, before slowly pushing its full seven inches slowly into her.

As I built up the pace of our fucking, she suddenly said “Ray, what would be your ultimate fantasy?”

I stopped and looked at her, saying “I suppose like most men, to have too sexy horny women in the same bed at once!”

“Oh that’s easy to arrange” came her reply.

“What’s your fantasy, then?” I enquired.

Suddenly she went shy, saying “No, I can’t tell you! You’ll think me a pervert or something!” I assured her that nothing she told me would shock me, so with a little persuasion she said “OK, let me out and I will show you!” intrigued I rolled off her and watched as she climbed out of bed, walked over to a wardrobe, opened the door, reached in and the turned. In her hand she held a nine foot leather whip, the kind you see in western films. I must be honest and say at first I panicked, thinking she wanted me to use this on her or even worse she wanted to use it on me.

I think she saw the panic in my eyes, as she smiled and said “No, silly I don’t want to whip you or you me, but I love to have this rubbed over my cunt and tits as a warm up for sex. And I love the feel of it wrapped around my hands in a sort of bondage way, with the handle end having been used on my cunt, being forced into my mouth for me to suck”

I breathe a sigh of relief and said “That’s OK, if it’s what turns you on!” she handed me the whip and for the next 20 minutes, I caressed every inch of her skin with the whip, teasing her nipples with the bulb like end before tracing a path down towards her cunt. By the time I reach her cunt, not only was he soaking but she was giving out little body tremors.

Easing the end between her cunt lips, I slowly inserted about five inches of the handle and began to fuck her with it. Suddenly her orgasm broke and she squirted some much as she came that my arm and hand were drenched in cunt juice. Never had I seen a woman shoot cum, it looked like she was pissing, an arc of fluid almost three feet. I removed the whip handle and starting at the tip end I wound the whip around her wrists, until about two feet of the whip remained.

“Open wide, Bitch. You’re going to suck this clean!” I said. She shook her head in a feigned refusal. I brought the handle down to her lips, but she shied away from it. Almost forcing her head towards the handle I pressed the handle to her lips. Still she refused.

“OK, Slut, it’s your choice! Either open up and suck this fucking sticky cunt juice from this whip or I am going to Spank you till you can’t sit for a week!” I threatened. Her eyes widened as slowly she opened her mouth.

As she sucked the handle, I could see the passion in her eyes rekindle. This really was turning her on again.

“So, you like to be ordered to do things with the threat of punishment, do you?” I asked. She simply nodded. While she continued to suck the handle, I re mounted her and pounded her cunt. Just before I cum up her I pulled out and pressed the whip handle to one side of her mouth forming a little hollow between her lips and her tongue. I quickly wanked my cock into its first eruption and aimed it to deposit my load against the handle and her lips. A pool of spunk formed just inside her lips. Mind you a lot more went over her eyes, nose and even some into her hair. Almost as if stirring a pot I moved the handle around coating it in the white sticky goo.

“Now clean that off the handle, my pretty cum slut!” I ordered. After she had thoroughly cleaned the handle.

she said “I need to go to the toilet, Master, I need to pee and to clean this mess off my face”

I climbed out of bed and said “Come on then bitch!” again she looked wide eyed at me.

“What, you’re going to go with me?” she enquired.

“Yes, why do think you’re above me watching you take a leak?” I demanded.

“Sorry Master, I have never pissed in front of anyone before!” she offered. When we got to the bathroom, I instructed her to stand in the bath facing me,

“now squat down, with your knees as wide apart as you can” I demanded. “Now let’s see you piss!” I added. A slow trickle began to emerge from her pee hole and quickly turned into a torrent as her bladder muscle relaxed.

“See it’s not so hard is it!” I offered.

She smiled weakly and said “yes, Master!” I suddenly had the urge to relieve my bladder also, so I told her to remain there as I release a long jet of golden fluid over her knees, aiming my prick I directed the flow to her cunt and up towards her breasts. As I did so some splashed up towards her face, she instinctively opened her mouth and tasted my piss.

When she saw I had noticed this, she blushed, saying “I have always wanted to try that!” I turned the bath mixer taps over to the shower and rinsed her off. We returned to bed and slept with me spooned around her.

We both must have been really tired, because it was 10 am when we woke. I instantly became aware of other movement in the flat. I nudged Eleanor who said “Oh its ok that will be Teresa or Emma! My other flat mates!”

“Thought you said they were not home!” I enquired.

“That was last night, silly. Maybe one of them came home earlier this morning!” she offered. Suddenly her bedroom door flew open, standing there was a woman about 5’5” tall wearing a dressing gown which was not fastened. I immediately saw that was all she was wearing and her tits and cunt were on full view. She immediately snatched the edges of her gown and held them together.

“Sorry, I thought you were alone, Eleanor!” she said “I heard movement and thought I would offer you a cup of tea” she added.

Eleanor looked at me and said “Tea or coffee?” It was as if nothing had happened, I don’t think I would have been so cool if my flat mate had just exposed himself to my overnight guest.

“Coffee, white with two sugars, please” I stammered.

“I’ll have a coffee to please, Emma” Eleanor calmly said.

With that Emma turned and trotted off leaving the bedroom door wide open, although I did detect a sly over the shoulder glance as she walked away.

“Are you all like this when your home, don’t any of you knock before going to each others rooms?” I asked.

“Why no, what have we got to hide, we all have the same equipment” she replied

“But we could have been making love, or something” I offered.

“You’ll get used to not being embarrassed once you have stayed here a few times.” “Although we do draw the line at making out in the front room in front of each other, after all that’s why we have separate bedrooms” she added.

Not much later, Emma came walking down the hall towards us, her gown wide open again as she had a cup in each hand. Bold as brass she walked to Eleanor’s side of the bed and leaning forward placed the cups on the bedside cabinet. Standing up again she smiled, not attempting to close her gown.

“Hope you like?” she said. Eleanor said

“Slow down, Emma, He’s mine; Put your charms away there’s a good girl”. By the tone of Eleanor’s voice I could tell she was not even annoyed at the play just been made by Emma.

“Spoil sport” was all Emma said as she left, again leaving the door wide open.

Eleanor and I slowly got up and dressed, I noticed that Emma had a clear view from the kitchen into Eleanor’s bedroom. She was stood smiling with her dressing gown wide open slowly fingering her cunt.

I arranged to see her again on my day off in three days time. Eleanor’s parting words to me were “See if you can come up with something really exciting for me to do, MASTER” really stressing the word master.

It began with an evening of separate play in a nightclub west of town and ended with erotic desire. Gina and Leo enjoyed this honky tonk because it was not only active, but had an upstairs and downstairs. Downstairs was C&W music, where Gina danced with younger males, and upstairs is where Leo drank beer and watched her from the stairway. It was late July in the desert, after a day of scorching heat, as Leo and his wife passed thru the wide club doors and bouncers, only to have her wave goodbye and prance thru this dark hallway leading to a loud Rock atmosphere. Gina was wearing a pair of white shorts, sporting a light tan, in a pink crocheted top and wedgy 2" sandal heels.

On this night Leo noticed she was spending too much time with one particular gentleman, a tall, well groomed man, and she appeared to be begging for it, rather than dancing and mixing. It was time to go home, and Leo was noticing she appeared more intoxicated than usual with empty shot glasses sitting in front of her. After informing her it was time to vamose, she threw a small fit, not unusual, but she followed Leo in a huff. On arriving at their car, Leo couldn't locate the keys, and then noticed they were in the ignition. Pulling and tugging at the 2" aperture left in the passenger window, Gina exclained, "you better not break my widow Leo!"

A loud primed stock car pulled alongside with two young men in the front seat. They offered to open the car with a slim jim, but it was at home and said they would return to help us. They then asked if we would like to come along, and while Leo said, "no," Gina was already climbing in the back seat with a view of her tight shorts, panty line and crack of her ass. Once in, the two young men introduced themselves as Nate and Bill. Nate was rather stocky with his t-shirt sleaves rolled up and tatoo of a panther. They seemed genuine enough, but turned the volume up in the speakers in the back to high decibles. Leo figured them for two young guys getting kicks out of their car and music.

Nate and Bill pulled up in the front of an upper middle class home, and Gina asked if this was theirs or a relative, and it seemed to offend Nate but not Bill, as he announced the home was his? Nate grabbed Gina a beer and took her on a tour of the house, returning to the living room and showing her a bookshelf of music albums. He then looked behind her at her ass, ran his tongue out, and smiled at Bill, totally ignoring Leo, her husband. It was time to remind them of the locked keys in the ignition, and as we walked out, Nate placed his arm around her back, while running it down the side of her ass. Bill climbed under the wheel and pointed to the passenger seat.

The drive back was much slower and the music louder. Gina had lost her wedgy sandal heels and I noticed one for her feet between me and Bill in the bucket seats. Her foot was flat while wiggling these toes with a metallic maroon nail polish. I glanced back to find her in Nates clutches, frenching with enthusiasm and now his left hand was under her crocheted top, climbing up her back. Bill was lurking also, with obvious glances in the adjusted rear view mirror. I then noticed her toes curl, and soles become so sweaty it was leaving traces on the gear box.

Nate came up for air and ask Bill to pull over somewhere, so we ended up under some eucalyptus trees along a dark street, one mile from our locked out vehicle. Bill and I walked to a nearby convenience store for coffee, giving Nate and Leos wife some privacy. On return, I couldn't see heads, but the rocking motion from the trunk. I took a sip of black java, and looked thru an open window to see Nates ass, punishing my wifes pussy with those sweaty feet of hers wrapped around the back of Nates thighs. It had been awhile since I witnessed a guy fuck that hard, and chalked it up to youth maybe? Bill joked, "give them some privacy Leo," then he too took a longer look thru the open window.

Leo and I were sitting on the trunk when it stopped moving and Nate sprang from the backseat, holding his levis, "whooooee," it's hot back there. Sweat was dripping from his chin down this apparent shaved chest and I noticed his cock was at half mast, the cut part still layed back from the head as he slipped some boxers on, then worn levis.
Nate said, "I've been after her for months and she wouldn't talk to me. I told you I'd fuck her someday Bill. Nate then drove us to the parking lot and it only took 2 minutes to unlock the door. Gina was standing inside Nates legs along the car, and he was now pampering her ego by squeezing both cheeks of her ass. He wanted her to come to a bbque next weekend, but he what he really wanted, was to introduce her to his Uncle Charlie who owned the home.