Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

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Lady Sonia always knew there was something different about her, she was more dedicated to most, couldn’t stand to see those she loved to be unpleased. Many would call her a push over, when really, she just needed those around her to feel cherished and loved. Feelings she so rarely felt herself.

At 38, Lady Sonia was very attractive to most. Standing pettily at 5’ 5”, with dark auburn hair that cascaded down her narrow shoulders, well developed breast to fill a 32C, a narrow waist, full hips, and such soft creamy skin, the package was well appreciated by men. Lady Sonia unfortunately just hadn’t found that right man, most bored her. Her relationships were found unfulfilling and there was just a huge void in her life that she couldn’t figure out.

She had stumbled across some BDSM sites and soon saw so many of her own traits here. So she went to one of those online sites to talk with others like her. It was a great thing, she learned so much, and met such interesting people.

Jon had been in the lifestyle for many years. At 36, he’d been around that block and was becoming burnt out of the scene. He went to the sites out of sheer boredom and because it was something to do. He offered advice to those who asked, but nothing stood out as prospects.

One night he was talking to this girl. She seemed honestly interested and was hitting things on the nose. Coming up with answers that subs twice her age usually struggled with age. He was impressed, not that he’d ever tell her that. Thinking that her description of herself was just too good to be true, he asked for her picture. Although she seemed hesitant at first, she gave it to him. Loading the picture up on his PC he stared in disbelief. He knew first hand she was a knock out, it was his nephew’s prissy little teacher. Right then and there he started to form a plan.

Lady Sonia went to work, just another day, another dollar. It was parent teacher conferences this week and she only had a few that day. She was not looking forward to the drop dead gorgeous guardian of the school bully. There was something about him that made a girl stand up and take notice.

Time quickly went by, and next thing she new she was standing face to chest with the man.

“Good morning, Sir. Please take a seat.” The conference went like most others, but when the subject of his behavior came up, is when he seemed to come alive.

“Look, I do my job and you do yours. I don’t have trouble with his behavior at home, maybe you should come by and see for yourself,” the words took her by surprise.

Hesitantly she tried to reassess the situation. But she could see no down fall, maybe if he saw that this man and her stood together there could be some advantages, worse case scenario a bad meal.

“Fine, what time do you want me over?”

Jon couldn’t believe how well this was working out for him. The boy was out with friends for the weekend, and he knew she thought the boy would be there. Oh the lessons he could teach the teacher.

“Lets make it early, how about 5:00 tonight?”

She blinked at him, as if he suggested to fuck her on the table right now. Not a bad idea, but he had other plans.

“Fine, see you then.” She stood up and stomped away. Oh, Jon thought to himself, he’s going to have fun tonight.

Lady Sonia knocked on the door with trepidation. Her nerves were jumpy tonight and she couldn’t figure out why. It was perfectly acceptable for a teacher to have dinner with the guardian of a student to discuss school related matters, she reminded herself.

The door open and he gestured to come in. He looked down at her with unreadable eyes. She walked in to the house with fear coursing through her body.

“Please, make yourself at home, supper is almost done. If you want you can sit at the table and have a glass of wine.” With that he strode away towards watch she assumed to be the kitchen.

He was being perfectly hospitable, and yet she was scared witless, like life as she knew it was about to change. Get a grip on yourself Krissy, she abolished as she sat down at the table.

Jon didn’t go to the kitchen as she assumed. Taking one more look over the guest/playroom, making sure all was ready, he picked up the ball gag and leather cuffs. And headed back towards the dinning room knowing there’s no escape for her tonight.

He entered the doorway leading to the dinning room quietly. She was pacing the length of the room, maybe she can feel the change coming he mused.

He made his move quickly, before she even noticed his return. Rushing her, pushing her hard against the wall, she resisted, shrieking at the top of her lungs. With her wailing it was easy to slip the gag into her mouth. Then pulling her arms behind her he shoved them into the cuffs. Damn he should of just used regular cuffs, and not worry about marking her. Once arms bound behind her, he spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair, “Easy now, easy” Although shaking, she stilled.

“Tonight, we are going to try out your fantasies.” She snapped her head around to give him a pleading look, one filled with fear, confusion, and no small amount of desire. Then she started to search the room, it took Jon a moment to realize what, or whom, she was looking for. “He’s not here, pet. He won’t be until Sunday night.” It was only Thursday and Friday was an off day. He knew he could keep her here for a while.

When she finally looked calm enough, he pulled her to her feet. Started her for the playroom. Once there he hooked her over the bed’s footboard. Quickly securing her feet to the each side of the twin bed, then freeing the soft material of her skirt from her firm, round ass. She stiffened at the sound of her skirt tearing away from her body. Once the material was gone, he started to slowly massage the firm white globes. Once she relaxed a bit again, he continued his ministering further down, through her split legs, and found her core. Her panties were soaked.

Lady Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. One minute she was standing there, trying to calm down from an unknown fear, the next she was being pushed in to the wall, all the while being bound and gagged. What was worse was her reaction when he finally spoke. How in the world did he know? Is there a sign on my forehead?

Now laying her on (and that’s a very loose term of on) this bed, with his hands roaming, she could feel her wetness. She didn’t know when she started to get aroused, but she was defiantly aroused. When his fingers finally started on her slit she was lost for heaven. He was playing her like a violin and she was almost there, wanting to cum so badly, bucking and panting as much as the gag allowed, oh god, almost there…

“AUGMMMM!!!!” Fire raced through her ass, like she hadn’t felt before.

“Lady Sonia,” came his gentle voice, in such stark contrast to his actions, “You were rude to me today, therefore you must be punished.” What punished, what the hell does he mean punished and when was she rude?! “I know your hard limits, Lady Sonia girl, no blood, no permanent marks, no extreme play…” he went on listing them. Oh God how did he know these? She never discussed them with anyone.. “so I will respected them, have no worry, but your ass is going to hurt, you can yell if you want,” like she could get anything through the gag, “but you must learn that stomping is unacceptable. Do you understand?” She nodded dumbly, what was going on here.

He started to lay them on, slow, strong, and varied. She stayed quiet for first five, but the belt soon brought life to her voice. Her white ass was an angry red, tears and drool were streaming down her little face, her nose running, by twenty he had to have her.

Laying down the belt stepping up to his ass, he started to massage the abused skin. Pulling down the thin material that did little to protect her skin, he felt once more to her dripping cunt. Playing with her clit until she started to respond, then dipping a finger in to her hole, she stiffened.

Jon couldn’t understand why until his finger went farther, shit she was a virgin. Before the questions could surface, he pulled out his fingers and continued on her clit. She wouldn’t be inexperienced for long. Once she was bucking his hand again, he dipped his head to her ass and started kissing it, while taking his fingers away from her cunt.

Kissing slowly around, he soon found himself buried deep in her. She tasted so sweet and musky. He instantly fell in love with the taste of her. He felt her coming close to orgasm once more and eased off, and began rubbing her ass once more. When she began to calm down, he started to lick at her hole, dipping his tongue deep within, using his fingers to tease the opening, he slowly worked his tongue back to the pearl once more and soon had her wild once more. Inserting one finger once again, she continued to ride his face, slowly he added one more, She was withering on his face, he leaned his head back slightly, “Cum to me Kiss girl, Cum now.” He felt her body pulse around his fingers, he felt her tremble as the wave over took her. Soon she was slack on the bed.

Lady Sonia was in heaven, she was in hell. What was happening to her? Why was she acting this way? Isn’t this what she always wanted? Coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, Lady Sonia was confused to say the least. She lay there, spent. Thinking it was done.

Then she felt something at her entrance, it was too big to be his fingers…Oh no. Shaking her head violently, she tried to protest. No, this isn’t right. She was fighting in earnest when the pain came, it wasn’t like she always thought, it hurt, but nothing like the beating she just had. Now she had a very full feeling, the pain receding, and a thought hit her. She wanted this. No, she needed this, for this to be this way. Shame washed through her. What kind of person was she if she needed to be rapped?

As he started to pull out she thought it was over, but then he plunged in again, it hurt again, but not badly. A few more strokes and she was beginning to enjoy it. By the end she was even meeting him stroke for stroke. Then he suddenly stopped.

What did she do wrong? She lie there for a moment, catching her breath trying to figure out why he stopped. When he finally pulled out of her, the realization came, men spilled their seed, he put his in her womb. Oh.

Jon looked down at his cock, blood and seamen mixture coating it. Looking at Lady Sonia and trying to read her. She had such a bewildered gaze on her. What was she thinking, well, at least she wasn’t mad. He made up his mind.

“Krissy, I’m going to take out the gag, when its out, no screaming ok” when she nodded he continued, “Now you must clean the mess you mad, I want you to clean my cock with your mouth, do you understand” Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was going to be sick, “Or I could give your ass another round” Jon warned. She quickly nodded her head.

Undoing the wide straps of the gag, Jon soon had her on his cock. She looked at it wide eyed, but it wasn’t discuss she had on her face, it was bewilderment, and then it hit him, she was a virgin, didn’t see the now softening cock before he fucked her. “Come on girl, there will be plenty of time to touch and get to know it.” With that she quickly started her cleaning job. By the time she was done he was hard again. Slipping it out of her mouth, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good Girl”

“Thank you, Sir.” She answered in a hoarse whisper.

Lady Sonia sat there, on the floor, by his feet, feeling…well she really didn’t know what she was feeling. There was disgust at what she’d just done, there was pride in his reaction to it, there was desire to learn more about what was happening, and affection for this man that stood in front of her. How can one have affection for your rapist? She struggled to understand all the emotions playing through her.

When he started to walk away, she started to panic, was he leaving her like this? The same doubts that had assaulted her for years came crashing around her. He was going to just use and abuse her, then leave her. Just as the panic began to crescendo he walked back in the room carrying a glass of water, and a pasta dish.

“Are you thirsty?” when she nodded, he tipped the glass to her lips. Drinking deeply, quenching a thirst she didn’t know she had to only realize, she felt utterly safe with this man. Why? When she was done drinking, he kissed her forehead and held her. “Are you hunger, pet?” he asked after a moment. Again, unable to find her voice, she nodded. She began to turn around so he could undo her arms, but he stopped her.

“No pet, not yet. I will feed you, then there are questions that need to be answered.”

Jon sat there watching Lady Sonia eat. Doubt started to assail him. He hadn’t known she was a virgin, wasn’t sure if he’d done the right thing. Hell, he hadn’t had a virgin since he was one himself. She didn’t look angry or hysterical, but she was awful quiet. Once she was done, it was time to answer some questions.

“Lady Sonia, why at 24, are you a virgin? I know it isn’t from any lack of willing guys, I’m sure.” He added dryly.

It took her a moment to answer. He noticed her face went to a very nice hue of red. “I’m assuming you know of my interests.” After a quick nod and a little bit rolled eyes she continued feeling a little foolish, “I’m not a slut, I always have believed to wait until it feels right, not necessarily marriage, but something that held interest. Boys then men that I came to know…just didn’t interest me in that way.” She took a breath and then continued, “but that’s only part of it,” her color kicked up a few notches, “I think another part was…that you see I…” fighting shame that was building up inside her, she looked down, “I think I’ve always been waiting for this,” the words were so soft he almost didn’t hear them.

Jon looked at her, eyes down cast, humiliation stained cheeks, arms bound behind her, she was such a lovely sight.

“Ok, I think I understand what you’re saying. Have you ever done anything like this, or related? Nonsexual obviously. What have you discovered that you want to try or learn more about/”

Still whispering she asks, “How do you know this, me? How do you know I’ve been researching?”

Not surprised by the questions…honestly who would be…he answered in a slow voice void of emotion, “That is something we’ll discuss at a later date. For now, you are mine. You please me, you make me happy, so far you’ve done well, pet. Don’t disappoint me.”

“I haven’t researched the activities as much as the relationships, as for the activities, I wish only to please you.”

No one was more surprised by her words than Lady Sonia herself. What surprised her most was how much she meant them.

Lady Sonia was beyond confused. How in the world could she have revealed this much of herself to a practical stranger? What would he do next? Would she disappoint him? There was little straight in her mind except one thing; she really didn’t want to disappoint him. Maybe this is what she’d been looking for all these years?

“Turn around.” His soft but stern voice broke her revelry. She struggled to complete his command, her arms beyond aching were beginning to numb, and legs were cramping from kneeling for so long. After a few struggling moments she completed the task. “Good girl.” His voice laced with pleasure that made her brighten.

He began to remove the cuffs, then gently pulled her to her feet. “Stretch, get the circulation going again, then stand, feet shoulder width apart, hands locked behind your head, shoulders back, on that rug right there,” pointing to the rug that dominated the floor. After instructions given, he walked out of the room.

While rolling her shoulders, and stretching out Lady Sonia came to the hundredth realization of the evening, she wasn’t fearful, she was excited. As she stood there on his rug, feeling his drying cum run down her abused thighs, her heart pounding, her soft pink nipples fully erect, and she was practically panting, she was certain she had never been this aroused before in her life.

Thoughts filled her head of what might come next. What would he do to her? What would he expect her to do to him? Would she be able to please him? She knew she’d have to, the same way she knew there will never be another opportunity like this.

Now she was having trouble standing still, she needed something to rub her pussy, she needed to cum, she wished he’d come back now. No matter her needs, she knew she had to stand there, so she went off in her mind, feeling what it’d be like with his fingers where she needed them the most. Putting his cock back in her abused cunt and fucking her hard, with pure raw lust, hearing in her mind her screams of pain and carnal desire.

Jon walked back to the kitchen putting the dishes in the sink. Knowing this next phase would either make or break her. Stalling for time, he walked around the house, going through the scene in his head. He was impressed with her willingness, and was surprised by her complete lack of resistance.

Jon was going through these thoughts when he heard sounds that shouldn’t becoming from his guest room. He stealthy walked to the door, fully expecting to see her hands between those firm legs, or rubbing that dripping cunt on something…what he saw astounded him.

There stood his would be slave, in full position that he instructed, his cum dripping down her legs, reminisce of her spanking peaking around her thighs, eyes closed, looking about to cum.

Well, he couldn’t allow that could he?

He walked quietly, although he was sure a bulldozer couldn’t have disturbed her, standing behind her, he raised his hand…

SSLLAAAPPP smartly across her already tortured ass.

“Ahhhgggrrm,” she moaned and opened her eyes. She was such a cute little treasure, he could read her like a book. The fear, humiliation, desire, and pain all flitting across her face.

“Now little pet,” he began in the steely soft voice of his, “what were you day dreaming about? I have to commend you on keeping position, but that will not save you from punishment.” Looking directly into her eyes he asked, “Did I tell you to make yourself cum?”

That cute little face paled slightly, as she shook her head. “Sir” she started in a whisper.

“If you wish to speak to me, do so with pride. Speak up. Or are you ashamed of me?” he taunted.

“No Sir…” then cleared her throat and began again, “Sir, I didn’t cum.”

Oh this was fun, Jon thought but said, “But you would have, wouldn’t you of? Which, I must congratulate you of…even if I have to punish you…I’ve never seen a woman who could cum without so much as touching herself. Now answer me, girl, what were you dreaming of, to make you want to cum so bad and defy me?”

Oh hell, Lady Sonia thought. How was she supposed to answer this one? With the truth she knew…but it was just so embarrassing. She took a comforting breath and then another.

“Sir, I was thinking about you, about what you might want to…to do to me.” Hoping futilely that would be enough. She knew it wasn’t, but a girl could hope right?

“What would that be Lady Sonia?”

Gulping for air that seemed to have disserted the room, she closed her eyes.

“No, pet, look at me when you speak to me, and remember, loud and clear.”

Damn. “I was imagining…that your hands were on my breasts, teasing and pinching my nipples…your fingers running up and down my sides…pulling my hair…fucking me…making me hurt some…but it felt so good to…you were biting me…then restraining my arms again…but above me…taking a…ummm…well I don’t know what it’s called. A whippy thing with lots of whips on it.”

Walking over to the armoire he pulled out a “whippy thing,” it was beautiful, soft black leather, with throngs about 18” long, the handle braided together to make a strong grip. A magnificent piece.

“Lady Sonia, this is a flogger. Here, hold it.”

She did, marveling at the weight, and the feel. Thinking of what it would feel for him to use it on her. Hoping he wouldn’t, praying he would.

“Lady Sonia, do you want to feel this on your skin, the bite of it on those delectable breasts, the burn of it on your flat tummy? Do you want this?”

Lady Sonia stared at him. How could he make her choose to give herself pain? That, well that’s…so wrong, she thought. Did she want to go on knowing she wanted different things, but not taking the chances to find out what those things were? Would it hurt? Then her mind was made up, she had to find out.

“Sir, I would very much like for you to flog me, however, may I have a safe word or action?”

“Of course sweet girl,” he kissed her forehead, “it shall be elephant.” With that he kissed her for the first time on the lips. It wasn’t brutal like she’d expected, but gentle, coaxing, and promising. She felt her arms start to drop and caught them before they fully left her head, but he saw it. The gleam that came in his eyes could scare the devil out of hell. Well, as they say, if you’re going through hell, keep on going.

Jon stepped back for a minute. Playing the scene out in his mind, he finalized his plans. He wouldn’t go overly rough on her, but enough to give her a good taste.

“Lay on the bed and remove the shirt and bra. Make sure your ass is down and those tits are up.” Lining his aim up mentally, he decided to start near the navel with the softer blows. Slowly working his way up, varying his technique as he went. He began slow and steady and strong. Stroke after stroke, listening to her moans become cries, easing up a bit when he was hitting her breasts, only to lay them harder again. There was no patterned as he worked her body over and slowly worked his way back down again. When the tears stopped, so did he. She never used her safe word.

Laying the flogger next to her, he scooped her up in his arms and held her as she worked her way through the pain. He began kissing her tenderly, she responded immediately.

Lying down on that bed had been the scariest moment of her life. Trusting him to not kill her and not hurt her. It didn’t hurt badly at all, it was the fear that made her cry out. It wasn’t a massage by any means, and eventually she felt the arousal, but her fear was what made it almost impossible. The fear of what could be. So when the pain came, she was lost to it.

Now, here in his arms, she could think of no other place she would want to be. Kissing him was intoxicating. When his hands lifted her ass, the pain of before mixed in with the pain of now was exhilarating.

“Fuck me, please Jon,” she began to pant and plead. When his response came, she didn’t hear the words but for the meaning, yes.

“I’ll only fuck you my way, lil one. Do you want me to take you my way?” He knew she was too lost to comprehend, and it was probably a little evil to do this to her, but he’d have done it eventually. Maybe passion lost, it’ll be easier on her.

So when he moved her back over the bed, face down, ass up, he began massaging her still colorful bum. Then reached through her parted legs and began teasing her slit. As her panting grew louder, he dipped his head back down for another taste of heaven. He felt her close, her body started to tremble with it, so he stopped. While she lay there whimpering and trying to cope with the lost of his magical fingers and tongue, he picked up the tube of lube.

He applied a generously to himself and started molesting her clit once more. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked her wickedly. She never even heard the words. As she was about to topple, he added lube to her brown hole, and when she couldn’t get any higher he whispered, “cum Lady Sonia girl,” and plunged into her virgin ass.

Even Lady Sonia couldn’t tell if her screams were from ecstasy or pain. What she did know was she kept flying, and when she reached earth once more, she was meeting his thrusts with wild abandon, and soon was soaring once more, this time taking him with her.

When he rolled off of her, she felt the loss of him. When he pulled her into his embrace, she realized how safe she felt with him. How amazingly it seemed that he knew her better than she knew herself. It was then that she decided she didn’t care what miracle brought him to her, she was glad it did.

Aaron Proudo looked nervously around at the departure lounge. Of course he really knew that the armed police, in their flack jackets, carrying their disturbing array of weaponry, were only there to provide security, but he couldn’t help feeling that they were also keeping a close eye on him, personally.

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In Aaron’s mind the question was which of the forces of law and order would be first through the door of the departure lounge ready to snatch away his ticket and boarding card before he could get to his flight. There was the bank’s inspection department, their auditors, the financial services regulator, the head of consumer finance watch, and of course the police themselves. And that didn’t include the irate parents of his recently pregnant P.A. Lately things just seemed to have piled up and now he was just glad to be getting out. Some bankers might be getting bailed out but it certainly didn’t seem to extend to him.

“Air Kush is pleased to announce the departure of flight 009 to Liga, Stangosho, Tashpent and Kolon. Passengers should please board now through gate 17.”

Aaron felt relieved by the announcement. He picked up the small bag that carried the few things that would sustain him on board and scurried towards the gate. It had been awfully good of Uncle Freddie to arrange this for him, he thought, and at such short notice. He’d certainly needed the chance of a new job somewhere far away from where he had been working. Somewhere far removed from structured funding arrangements linked to the American sub-prime market, the fall out from his deal with Lehman Brothers, from his negotiations with a certain savings bank in the North East of England or indeed the exit strategy for his finances that he had arranged with Landsbanki, Glitnir, and Kaupthing in Iceland.

With his current set of problems, the Kushtian capital of Kolin had sounded attractive at the instant that Freddie had mentioned it; if only because he’d never heard of it before and he could readily imagine that none of the people who were hoping to find him would have heard of it either. At the very least it would allow him to keep his head down for a few months. That way he could wait until the more acrimonious scalp hunting had finished and then he could work out what his options were.

The boarding gate was curiously quiet. Looking around, as far as Aaron could tell, he was the only passenger. Airline staff walking back along the pier to the terminal building looked at him with what seemed to Aaron like a mixture of astonishment and sympathy. Aaron got his first inkling of why when the stewardess came forward to open the gate. He wasn’t sure what sort of ‘plane the flight was using but with her bulk he hoped it was a large one. He’d been used to the idea of wide bodied aircraft, he was surprised to see it applied to cabin crew too. She peered at him through thick lensed, heavy black framed spectacles and beckoned him forward. Aaron looked around to make sure it was him she wanted but to his disappointment there was no one else.

As he handed the woman his boarding card, his eyes were drawn to the thick dark moustache that adorned her top lip. She misinterpreted his startled curiosity for some form of flirtatious interest and handed him his boarding card back with a disturbing smile. As Aaron got back to his seat he noticed her adjusting her dark brown uniform jacket in some sort of vain attempt to pretend that it had anything to do with the figure of the woman underneath it. When she straightened her jacket, her body appeared to move off in another direction entirely. As far as Aaron could tell the uniform had been created by dyeing a khaki Soviet army jacket with cold tea and replacing the badges with the insignia of Air Kushtia. You could still see darker patches where the military badges that had been there before had stopped the fabric from fading.

When the fight attendant pulled back the curtain that closed off the boarding ramp he was only too pleased to slide past her and on towards the plane.

As he walked down the ramp he peered out of the window into the gathering gloom of the evening. The aircraft that was waiting for him was no sleek jet but one of the largest propeller driven aircraft that Aaron had ever seen. With its thin fuselage, steeply swept back wings and four large engines each carrying two sets of propellers, the thing looked more like a bomber from the cold war than any sort of airliner that Aaron had travelled on. He would have to ask his uncle about it, Aaron thought, Freddie knew a lot about aircraft. He emerged from the ramp close to tail of the aircraft. Its fin and rudder stretched up high above him. Aaron could see the insignia of Air Kushtia on the fin; it appeared to have been painted over a Soviet red star. Maybe his theories about cold war bombers weren’t so far off the mark.

The bulky, moustachioed, flight attendant was waiting at the head of the stairway as he climbed up to the rear passenger door. Aaron was a bit puzzled as to how she might have got there given that she hadn’t passed him on the ramp but he managed to squeeze by her. As he did so he realised that it was not, after all, the same woman as had checked his ticket at the gate. He was depressed by the idea that, in Kushtia, maybe all women looked like this.

He stepped into the cabin and looked around, wondering at how an interior designer could find a use for so many shades of brown. He found his seat and stowed his flight bag in the overhead locker.

The engines coughed into life. He was evidently going to be alone for the first leg of the flight at least. He heard the flight attendant slam the rear door of the aircraft and then, obviously not happy that it had shut properly, slam it again. He was beginning to wonder if Freddie had done him such a favour after all.

The aircraft seemed to lope across the tarmac towards the runway before lurching upward with a whine of engines and staggering into the air. Aaron thought the best thing to do would be to get some sleep.

“Aaron George Arthur Proudo,” the judge was saying. “You have been responsible for defrauding your employer and the customers of your bank. You have caused distress and hardship. You have been found guilty of fraud and it is the sentence of this court that you will be taken from here to a place of confinement and then to a place of execution where you shall be hanged by the neck until you are dead in twenty minutes.”

“In twenty minutes,” thought Proudo, “what sort of sentence was that? Where’s the time for appeals? That can’t be right.”

“In twenty minutes. Sir, we will be landing in Riga in twenty minutes. Please you must fasten your belt seat.”

Aaron looked up with relief, waking up with a jump to find the flight attendant tugging at his arm. He nodded to show understanding, fiddled with the controls of his seat to slide it upright and strapped himself in, ready for what he feared would be a bumpy landing.

At Riga the flight was joined by more passengers, a small group of men in dark suits, dark shirts, dark ties and dark glasses that sat together and spoke not a word for the entire 4 hours of the next leg of the fight to Strigino. They left the fight there and Aaron had the opportunity to stretch his legs while the plane refuelled.

The flight took off again heading to Tashkent. An hour out from Strigino, one of the engines coughed and failed, its propellers shuddering to a halt. Proudo waved the stewardess over to show her but she seemed neither surprised nor even very interested. At least that was reassuring, thought Proudo. Certainly it didn’t seem to interfere with the aircraft continuing its flight.

At Tashkent there was much shouting and excitement on the tarmac beneath his window as mechanics debated what if anything could or should be done about the faulty engine. A ladder was brought. Anch argument ensued. There was much banging and thumping from the engine nacelle as shouts of encouragement were offered from the ground. Proudo dozed off again, not anxious to witness exactly how they managed to get the plane airborne again.

By the time he woke again the plane was well into the final leg of the flight. Keen for a drink he decided to risk the attentions of the hirsute cabin staff and reached up for the stewardess call button. It came away as he tugged at it.

Aaron, embarrassed, was trying to push it back into place when he realised that a stewardess was beside his seat. “What can I do to help, Sir?” a soft voice asked.

Aaron turned to see a vision of loveliness staring down at him. The flight attendant was evidently no relative of the one that had crewed on the earlier parts of the flight. This girl was, Aaron judged, barely twenty. She had almond shaped, dark brown eyes and a dark complexion. Her face was modestly veiled but her belly was naked, a jewel sparkling in her navel. Her uniform looked more like something that belonged in a middle eastern harem. Aaron thought it a great improvement over the one earlier that had appeared to have been acquired from a T34 tank regiment. She reached across him to push the call button back into the panel. Her breasts were only inches from his face.

“Ah, a, ah, err yes, ah, a scotch please,” Aaron stuttered.

“Of course.” The girl disappeared and returned moments later pushing a trolley with a tray carrying three bottles of different malts, a small ice bucket, a small jug of water and a cut glass tumbler. She knelt in the aisle beside his seat holding the tray towards him. “Which would you like sir?” she said.

Aaron happy at the improvement in cabin service grinned. “The Laphroaig,” he said, “please.”

The girl smiled again, poured a stiff measure of the drink, offered him ice and water both of which he refused and then handed him the glass before kneeling again beside him to ask if there was anything else he needed.

It was only later, when Aaron had learned much more of the compliant and obliging nature of Kushtian women, that he realised that he had missed an opportunity. As it was he settled for a bag of nuts.

The arrival formalities in Kolin seemed no more or less tedious than at any airport. That was one of the sad things about the development of air travel, Aaron thought. After leaving Heathrow he felt there was nothing to choose between a run down, fly-blown, derelict airport with third world catering and the capital of Kushtia. Aaron allowed himself a grin. Freddie would be furious if he heard him say that. One thing about his uncle – Freddie could be fiercely patriotic.

He emerged from the baggage claim, surprised that his bag seemed to have had no worse a flight than he had, and headed for customs. As Freddie had suggested, the informal entry visa of a $10 bill left carelessly in his passport speeded his admission to the People’s Democratic Republic of Kushtia.

In the arrivals hall, a short dark man was waiting carrying a cardboard sign with the words “Henly Cregg” scrawled on it. Aaron thought that was close enough and presented himself to the man. He pointed to the exit and headed off towards it, barely giving Aaron enough time to collect his bags and stagger after him. Aaron found him outside sitting in a battered Zil limousine. He tossed his bag into the back and climbed in alongside the driver. As the car pulled away, Aaron grasped at once the reason why so many Russian leaders used to be seen scowling so frequently.

It was dark. The complete lack of street lighting meant that Aaron’s first impressions of Kushtia would be delayed until the morning. It was probably just as well. The airport road ran into town past a series of factories, cement plants, steel works and chemical refineries. It wasn’t the most attractive of routes.

When Freddie had set things up he’d asked Aaron if he’d prefer the Kolin Holiday Inn or the Kolin Centrallum Hotel. Aaron had opted for the latter, not wanting to check into yet another impersonal international chain hotel. As Aaron climbed out of the Zil in front of the hotel he now realised why Freddie had said, “Well, if you’re sure….”

The hotel front was in complete darkness apart from a feeble bulb glowing over the front door. Aaron pushed his way inside, dragging his bag behind him.

The lobby of the hotel was, however, much more welcoming than its exterior. There was light, there were comfortable looking chairs, there was a bar and, most intriguing of all, there was a woman naked apart from a veil that covered the lower half of her face, dancing on a table for the amusement of the guests. Aaron though that Kushtia or at least the hotel had something going for it after all.

A loud cough from behind him drew his attention away from the spectacle in the bar. His driver was waiting. Evidently the opportunity to leer at naked flesh wasn’t sufficient recompense for his trip. Aaron nodded towards the naked woman, “Not your sort of thing?”

“Ah, maybe. Without the veil, that would be something. With it – well you westerners may find it a novelty, perhaps.” He shrugged. Aaron found him another $10 bill. The man flashed Aaron a toothy grin and left.

By the time that Aaron had registered and been given his room key the almost naked woman had, to his disappointment, gone. In spite of the absence of entertainment Aaron made his way back to the bar. He ordered a beer. The barman insisted that he could only serve alcohol to foreign nationals and was then disappointed when Aaron showed him his passport, the extra tips for this illegal service obviously making up part of what he considered his rightful payment entitlement. Aaron sat down. There had been a message waiting for him at the check in desk. He opened the envelop to read it.

“Good greeting and most welcome to Kolin,” it said in neat handwriting on headed notepaper that proclaimed itself as coming from the People’s Bank of Kushtia. “It is my great pleasure that a brother son of the most excellent Freddie should be here in our country. My many distraughts that I can be not wit you tonight but will join in the morning feed time. Your most extraordinary correspondent. Karen Kourtney. General Manager and Chief Cashier”

He re-read it and felt he had managed to take from it all the meaning that might be held within. Aaron sank another beer and then a third before retiring to bed in anticipation of his meeting the following morning.

Karen Kourtney arrived the following morning in time to interrupt Aaron’s breakfast as he sat alone in the hotel restaurant. Aaron saw him arrive at the doorway. He wasn’t sure that the man would actually get through it. Kourtney was man with a bushy white beard and a substantial girth. If his complexion had been lighter he might have made some store an ideal festive Santa Claus. “What delights, Mr Proudo, what delights,” he boomed as he stepped across to Aaron’s table.

Proudo got to his feet. “Mr Kourtney,” he said, “good morning. It’s very good to see you.”

“Indeed. Indeed. And for me it is very good to see you. The bank needs your expertise. I understand from Mr Freddie Proudo that you have held a very responsible position in your British banking system. It is most good of you to bring those skills to Kushtia.”

Aaron was quite happy to accept Mr Kourtney’s plaudits even though he wasn’t sure that his career in banking to date warranted them. It sounded as though Freddie had done a more than effective job in selling his capabilities to the Kushtians. He went on with his breakfast. Karen Kourtney was offered coffee by Aaron’s waiter and gladly took a cup.

“So. We have for you a nice office. We are very advanced here, with computers and everything. You will see. Just like your old lady of needle threading street.” Aaron looked puzzled until he realised that Karen was talking about the Bank of England. He wasn’t sure that he believed Karen any more than he did his uncle. Karen Kourtney finished his coffee. “We go to the bank now. You find we work for mornings just. From 10 o’clock to one o’clock. That is enough for work. Then after for pleasure and rest. Better that way than work all times. So we go to the bank now.”

Aaron nodded. He could see that the hardest part of the job was likely to be understanding just what his boss was talking about, but then, he thought, that’s hardly the first time.

The head office of the People’s Bank of Kushtia turned out to be a short stroll across the square from the hotel. Karen Kourtney was bulky but surprisingly agile as he bobbed through the crowds, avoiding the clouds of diesel fumes belching from the buses that seemed to take little notice of pedestrians whether they were in the road or on the pavement. Aaron followed him, narrowly avoiding being run down on several occasions.

A doorman waved them into the bank with an expansive gesture and a deep bow to Kourtney. Inside, the banking hall was suitably impressive with heavy wooden counters, brass rails and grills for the staff; deep leather chairs and polished tables for the customers. Karen Kourtney swept through the hall, staff bowing as he passed them, Aaron hurrying along behind him. Kourtney led the way into an enormous office with a desk the size of a billiards table. “Head of Business Banking and Credit Services” it said on the door. Aaron wondered what the owner of the office was like; it looked like this was going to be his new boss.

“Take a seat,” said Kourtney, gesturing to the chair behind the desk. “You should get used to your new office.” Aaron was beginning to worry that Freddie might have oversold his capabilities. “I will have your chief clerk acquaint you with the bank’s procedures. He will be able to take care of most things for you. Trust your staff, Mr Aaron, they are capable men. Now you will need a secretary.”

“I suppose so,” Aaron was still somewhat bemused by the turn of events that had him disappearing from one bank pursued by the authorities on one day and marching into this enormous office on the next. He wished he knew a bit more about Kushtia than he did. All he had to go on was that it was along way from London, Freddie’s assurance that “they’re a reasonable bunch of chaps” and the fact that Freddie had done business with them for a while

“Do you have a preference?”

Aaron thought for a moment. If he had been honest he’d have expressed a wish for someone more like the stewardess on the Tashkent-Kolin leg of his flight out than the one that had welcomed him on board at London but he felt that would probably be seen as politically incorrect. “I’m sure that any of the bank’s secretaries will be well able to fulfil the role, Mr Kourtney,” he said to Karen. “I will be advised by you.”

Karen looked puzzled for a moment but then said, “Well, I shall send you one. I hope you find her suitable.”

There was a knock on his office door and, once Aaron had realised that whoever was outside was waiting to be invited in, a young woman entered. Karen Kourtney had been as good as his word and based on his first sight of her Aaron thought she would be very suitable indeed.

She was, he supposed, about twenty one or twenty two years old and wore a curious combination of western and what he assumed was traditional Kushtian dress. On her head she wore a pill box hat from which draped a scarf that hung across the lower half of her face veiling all of her features apart from a pair of sparkling, dark brown eyes fringed with long lashes. If her headwear was traditional, Kushtian and modest, the rest of her outfit was anything but. She wore a white blouse that fitted tightly across her breasts and her skirt while straight and tailored was slit so that with each step Aaron was afforded an excellent view of her legs. He waved her into the office. To his delight Aaron realised that the girl was wearing stockings and, from the way she strode across the room, her skirt dividing at each step, she didn’t mind that he knew it.

“Mr Kourtney said I should see to anything at all that you needed,” she said. Aaron thought her tone distinctly flirtatious. She was carrying a set of files. As she leant forward to place the files on his desk, Aaron had an excellent view of her cleavage. He felt it hadn’t been accidental.

“Well, Miss ..” he began.

“Anchari Astana,” the woman said. “I am called Anchari. But my friends call me Anch, please.”

“Well Anch,” Aaron went on. “I hope you will be able to help me. This is all very new to me.”

“I’m sure I can help,” she sat herself on the desk beside him, crossing her nylon sheathed legs. “Mr Kourtney was very keen for me to do all I can. Oh, excuse me.” Aaron realised that the top button of her blouse had given up the unequal battle to keep her blouse closed and had become unfastened. Anch refastened it without embarrassment and then turned her attention back to Aaron. “So what should I do first of all?”

“Well, why don’t you take off that veil,” Aaron said, “I’m sure you don’t need it in here.”

Anch leapt to her feet, startling Aaron and shouting. “What do you take me for? Mr Kourtney said I should be nice to you but you treat me like some common huna! I am no huna!” She stormed out of the room, practically knocking over Karen Kourtney as she pushed passed him in the doorway.

Aaron was on his feet calling her to come back but she ignored him. Karen Kourtney looked at Aaron. “What ever has upset Miss Astana? She is one of our most experienced staff. She seemed very distressed.”

“I don’t understand,” Aaron said. “She seemed – well – very friendly.”

Kourtney smiled. “Kushtian girls are all very friendly,” he said, “you will have no difficulty finding companionship for your relaxations in the afternoons. Miss Astana would be very suitable. Yes?”

“Well I hadn’t thought of that but yes.” Aaron was surprised by Kourtney’s casual suggestion that his secretary would be happy to provide sexual favours. “But I have obviously upset her.”

“I am surprised, good friend. Of course the appetites of the Proudos are legendary but even so I cannot imagine what you could have said that would have scandalised Miss Astana so.”

“But I made no improper suggestion, I simply suggested that she take off her veil and ….”

“Ah!” Kourtney threw up his hands. “Ah! I understanding. Such a thing is not nice here in Kushtia. For a girl to show her face before her marriage. No! Only the poorest of women in Kushtia would dream of going without a veil. You will find that Kushtian girls are most accommodating in every other respect but they would find such a thing deeply insulting.”

“She said I was treating her like a common – what was the word – huna?”

“Oh yes. A girl dog.”

“Bitch?”

“Yes, bitch. It is an insult to call a woman so in English? Even though you love your dogs?”

“Yes. Look can I apologise to her?”

“No. No. That is not the way.” Karen’s face had a look of astonished disbelief. “No man can apologise to a Kushtian girl. That would bring great loss of face. Please let me explain to her your misunderstanding. She may forgive you. I will do what I can. This is what friends are for. Leave this to your friend. See.” Karen excused himself and left the office.

A few minutes later the girl reappeared, knocking politely at the door to the office. Aaron beckoned her in. Before he could say anything she spoke. “Mr Kourtney has explained that you do not know our ways and traditions. I should have explained how things are here. Please forgive me.” She lowered her eyes to the floor.

Aaron was grateful for the opportunity to repair things. “That is quite all right,” he said. “I have much to learn. I am sure you will be able to help me.”

“So, you would like me to stay?”

“Yes, yes indeed.”

“Oh, thank you. Thank you,” Anch said. “I was afraid that you did not like me and that your words were intended to make me go.”

“Not in the least. Now perhaps you could explain these files. I suppose that I should try to understand them.”

“First some coffee though? You would like?”

“I would like very much. Thank you, Anch. What is ‘thank you’ in Kushtian?”

“Thaknarish.”

“Thaknarish,” Aaron imitated.

“Very good,” Anch clapped her hands delightedly. “I will get coffee.”

She returned moments later with a large brass jug and two tiny porcelain cups and poured them each some of the thick, black liquid. Aaron took a sip. The coffee was warm rather than hot and extremely sweet and strong. “Thaknarish,” said Aaron, raising his cup to Anch.

She lifted hers in response, “You say ‘cheers’ in English?”

“That’s right. You speak very good English.”

“Thank you,” said Anch. “We learn at school. It is a difficult language. Much harder than Kushtian. So many words.”

Aaron was enjoying the discussion. Anch was an attractive girl. Even if her face was veiled, the rest of her physical attributes more than made up for that. His eyes were drawn to the swell of her breasts and then, as he looked up, he saw that she had noticed his stare and her eyes told him that she was smiling behind her veil. “Ah, err, yes,” Aaron stuttered.

“Do not be embarrassed Mr Proudo,” Anch said. “All Kushtian men admire the woman. They all like the breasts. Do you think mine are nice? Sometimes I think they are too small. Perhaps one day I will go to America or London and get new, big breasts.”

“They are lovely, Anch. I don’t think they need to be any bigger.”

“I’m not sure,” she started to unbutton her blouse, obviously anxious for some further reassurance.

Aaron was more concerned not to get thrown out of his job on his first morning and was anxious to encourage her to put them away without offending her again. “Err, your medallion,” he said pointing to the disk that hung from a cord around her neck. “That’s very attractive. Is that gold?”

His question distracted Anch from inspecting her breasts although she did nothing to fasten her blouse. She lifted up the bright disk and nodded. “Yes,” she said. “It is my properta. All Kushtian women wear them. I am lucky to have this in gold.”

“Properta? Like the English word ‘property’?”

“Yes that is right. It shows the household that I belong to. Luckily my household is wealthy so my properta is made of gold. With the properta anyone can tell from which household a woman is belonging to. The household is very important in Kushtia. It is the centre of our lives. To wear the properta of a wealthy household is to have high status. I am very lucky. Now please come and tell me what you think of my breasts.”

“Ah, well, surely not here in the office.”

“Of course. This is why we have cubicon.”

“Cubicon?”

Anch gestured to a curtain against one wall. She took Aaron by the hand and led him towards it. Pulling back the curtain, she revealed a small recess with a couch littered with large cushions. “Here,” she said leading him to the couch and encouraging him to lie down. “Cubicon is very important for senior managers. Too much stress is very bad for you. Here you can have your stress relieved. Part of my job is to ensure that your stress is least. I feel you are tense and need to have less stress.” Aaron gulped. He had to admit feeling stressed but he wasn’t prepared to tell Ann that she was the cause rather than the cure. “All Kushtian men like breasts. Are English men the same?” she said, kneeling astride him, pulling off her blouse and reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her full, dark breasts spilled forward towards him.

“Ah,” said Aaron appreciatively. “Yes, ah, yes, English men do like breasts, generally. And these are very nice indeed, err, very nice.”

“But they should be bigger? Yes?”

“No, not at all Anch,” Aaron was thinking that if these were any bigger he would be in serious danger if one or other of them hit him. “I don’t think they need to be any bigger. No, not at all.”

“You English men are so polite. It is very nice. I shall play your piscalo.”

“Piscalo?”

“Oh, in Kushtian, it is a musical instrument. Like a – what? – flute. But it also means…” She pointed down to his crotch and in response to his “Oh!” dived for the zip of his trousers and, pushing her veil aside, quickly had her tongue around his prick. Aaron decided that he was in no position to argue with Kushtian traditions and leant back to enjoy it.

Anch didn’t pause when Karen Kourtney put his head around the cubicon curtain. “Ah! Good! You are falling into our ways. That is excellent. Miss Astana is very capable as a secretary is she not?”

“Indeed. Ah!” Aaron gasped in between Anch’s enthusiastic sucking and licking. He found it difficult to hold up his part of the conversation while his other end was being kept up so effectively by his secretary.

“Well. Shortly in my office please join me. No needing to hurry. Just when Miss Astana has finished her present tasks.”

Aaron nodded and Kourtney left. Anch continued. She was apparently undisturbed by Karen’s arrival but skilfully and swiftly brought Aaron to orgasm, licking him clean of his jism with enthusiasm. She reached down beside the couch and pulled out a small silken cloth with which she wiped and dried Aaron’s member. The gentle touch of the cloth, so carefully used, seemed to encourage Aaron’s prick back into life. “There,” she said. “Now you will feel much more relaxed. Ready for your meeting with Mr Karen.”

Aaron had to admit that he was feeling significantly improved by his encounter with Anch. He got up from the couch, zipped his fly and headed off towards the office of Karen Kourtney.

Karen Kourtney’s office was even larger than Aaron’s. It was hardly surprising, Aaron thought, but it did mean you ought to be able to get a taxi from the door to the desk. As he arrived, Kourtney emerged from what Aaron took to be his own cubicon, followed a moment later by a leggy dark haired women in her late thirties, Aaron guessed. She gathered her wrap around dress about her with a flourish that left Aaron uncertain what if anything he had seen of her body and left the pair of them to their discussions.

At Karen’s suggestion,. Aaron took a seat. “I have small project for you,” he said. “No doubt simple after your many triumphs for Bank of England” Aaron thought for a moment – he didn’t remember claiming that but maybe Freddie had polished Aaron’s CV a little. “One of our best customers has a chance for new business making. An opportunity but – as is always – it needs funding.”

“I guess that’s good news for us,” said Aaron.

“Indeed, indeed. With no need for money where would a bank be? But, of course, not all opportunities are as splendid as they seem. Some have greater risk than others, some require more security than others, some will generate a greater return than others. I would like you to talk to our customer, assess the opportunity, advise me on the risk, determine what interest you think we should charge.”

“Fine. I can do that.” Aaron wasn’t at all sure that he was qualified. Back in London whenever anyone wanted a loan they just fired up the computer and filled in the forms and the system said yes or no. Nevertheless, Aaron thought, how hard could it be? It was probably some farmer looking for a loan to build a barn or something.

“You need to talk to Kushnati Samantha, he is one of our Council Elders. He is not too able to speak English but his wife is American. He has asked for her to deal with this. It is unusual but I suppose we must move with the times in some things.”

Aaron didn’t see what was so odd about Samantha’s wife discussing a bank loan but he let Karen continue.

“Miss Astana will provide you with the files. She will arrange a car for you. Mr Samantha and his wife will be able to see you tomorrow morning. I am sure you will be able to assess their application. Of course as a Council Member Mr Samantha has a preferred status with the Bank, he will be very happy to meet with you.”

Aaron wasn’t entirely happy. He felt he might be getting out of his depth in political waters. It sounded like his boss didn’t want to hear that this loan wasn’t a good idea and that, if it did go bad, he’d be the one carrying the can for the bank. Oh well, no change there.

Back in his office, Anch was already waiting for him with the Samantha file. “I have asked for your car to collect you from the hotel in the morning,” she said. “It is one o’clock now so you will go back there, I think. For me it is time to go back to my household too.”

Aaron was disappointed, he’d been looking forward to spending some more time with Anch but there would be plenty of other opportunities he thought. “That’s all right, Anch,” he said. “I’ll see you when I get back from talking to Mr Samantha and his wife.”

“His wife? On bank matters? Are you sure?”

“Yes, Mr Kourtney said that she was to be involved in the discussions. Why? Is that odd?”

“Very, Mr Aaron, very,” An responded. “In Kushtia a woman is not able to have a bank account. Such things can only be had by a man.”

“But how do you manage? What do you do with your wages? Surely they don’t pay you in cash.”

“No, of course. But I don’t receive wages. The earnings from my work here go to my household. They provide my food and lodging and my clothes and for my care. That is what the properta means, I contribute to my household and they take care of me.”

“I see,” said Aaron, not really seeing at all. It sounded very odd.

“Now, I must go, if that is all right, Sir. I have to be back at my household for two o’clock. There are domestic duties to take care of.”

“Yes. Yes. Of course. Well, you must tell me more of your household, Anch. I would be interested to learn more about your life.”

Anch nodded her head and walked across to her desk gathering up a few things for her handbag. She took a magazine from her desk and was about to put it into her bag when she said, “Here is another good Kushtian word for you.” She held out the magazine and pointed to the title. “Yassi!” it said.

“Yassi?” Aaron responded, taking the magazine.

“Yes, good,” said Anch. “It means ‘Hello’ or ‘Greetings’.”

Aaron nodded and looked again at the magazine’s cover. “Victoria Beckham is as much a celebrity here then?” he said pointing to the cover.

“Oh no. That is not Mr Beckham’s wife. She does look very like her though, I agree. Also called Victoria. That is the chief wife of the son of our Kaitlin, our president. She is an English girl.”

“The chief wife? I suppose his others are called Gerri, Emma and Melanie.”

“So you know them? It was very odd, first for a son to marry five wives at once and then for them all to be foreign. He was a big fan of the Spice Girls they say. His wives are all very like them.”

Aaron thought the whole thing very odd. “Well, I guess the cult of celebrity extends everywhere these days,” he said. “Well she certainly looks like Posh Spice, or at least the way she looked when last I saw a picture of her. What do people in Kushtia think?”

“She is very scandalous!”

“I see. Because her face is not covered?”

“No, silly. She is a wife, once you are a wife your husband may be happy to display you, if he allows. No, there are rumours about her and other men and that her husband encourages her behaviour. But she has nice breasts, doesn’t she? Should I have my breasts made like those, do you think?”

“Anch, I think your breasts are just fine.”

“Only fine?” In spite of her veil Aaron could sense the sulky pout. “But I must go.” She pulled a heavy shawl around her shoulders and then, finally took out a pair of heavy brass bracelets and fastened them on to her wrists. As she stood up to leave Aaron saw that the bracelets were linked by a short length of heavy brass chain.

“What are those?” Aaron said.

“These?” said Anch turning towards him. “These are manuses.”

“But they’re like handcuffs. Do you walk home wearing those in the street?”

“Yes, of course. Many Kushtian girls wear them. These are very grand. You see how the cuffs are broad and the chain is quite short. That is very much the way they are being worn this year. My household was very good to buy me such fashionable ones. My friend Harana is very jealous. Her’s are not so wide. She tried to hide them under her shawala when she saw mine.” Anch laughed. “I will see you tomorrow Mr Aaron,” she said and left him bewildered.

Aaron shut up the things in his office and made his way back to the hotel along the empty streets of Kolin. The hotel lobby was deserted he grabbed his key from the rack behind the reception desk and made his way upstairs to his room.

He flicked on the TV. Three channels of TV Kushtia all showed a blank screen with words that said the same thing. “Back at 20:00” he looked at his watch. It was 20:15. There wasn’t anything else. He looked out across the square. It was empty. There didn’t seem much else to do except to sit down and go through the Samantha file. Oh, and maybe introduce himself to the contents of the mini-bar.

By the time it came to think about dinner he’d formed a good view of the nature of Mr. Samantha’s finances. The mini bar had been a disappointment. In a country where you had to show your passport to get hold of alcohol it shouldn’t have surprised him that the small fridge contained only fruit juice. He was glad to toss the file aside and go in search of food and a drink to go with it.

Aaron’s car bounced its way across the potholes on the road leading out of Kolin. They crossed the bridge across the almost dry river bed of the Kolin River and headed out through scrubby rocky countryside.

The car stopped outside a large, low, seemingly derelict building. A honk of the car’s horn brought someone to the tall door that filled a high archway halfway along the front wall. Aaron peered out of the car. This didn’t look very impressive for someone that was supposedly a Kushtian Council Elder. He climbed out and headed to the door.

As he entered, his opinion changed. The doorway gave onto a courtyard that, in contrast to the barren land outside, was filled with luxuriant foliage. Water played from fountains in the corners of the courtyard. Two veiled women sat chatting on a bench to one side; two others were carrying large baskets of fruit across the courtyard. Aaron’s bemusement at the extraordinary difference between the courtyard inside and the countryside outside the walls of the building was interrupted by the muscular young Kushtian man that had opened the door. “For Mr Samantha? From the bank?” he said.

Aaron nodded and the young man led the way further into the building. The verdant greens of the courtyard gave way to opulent gold silk and purple velvet wall hangings and finely knotted silk carpets inside. Aaron was astonished by the sheer luxury of the surroundings. His mouth was still hanging open when he was shown into a large room furnished in even greater splendour. At one end of the room an old wizened man sat in a wheel chair, gazing vacantly across the room. To the side, on two large padded leather couches, two women reclined, talking to one another in animated fashion. Aaron recognised one of them immediately as the woman he had seen earlier on the cover of Yassi! Magazine. The other, much younger, he took to be Samantha’s wife. She got up and approached him, her long skirt brushing across the floor.

Aaron offered his hand. “Aaron Proudo,” he said. “from the People’s Bank.”

Samantha’s wife and the woman from Yassi! exchanged puzzled glances but then waved him towards their couch. “Hi,” the woman said in a sharp Brooklyn accent, “I’m Abby – wife of Kushnati Samantha. My friend here is the wife of the eldest son of the Kaitlin. He calls her Victoria.”

“I can see why,” Aaron said, conscious that she was watching him closely. “I understand that your husband wishes to discuss some financial matters.” Aaron looked across to where Kushnati Samantha was sitting in his wheelchair. He didn’t look as if he was up to discussing anything much.

“Of course,” said Abby. “I will bring him over. I shall need to translate for you.” She walked across to where Kushnati sat, unlocked the brake on his chair and wheeled him back to where Aaron was sitting. He stood up and offered his hand. Kushnati Samantha continued to stare straight ahead giving no sign that he had any awareness of Aaron’s presence. “I will explain things,” said Abby. “but first, tell me, Proudo isn’t a very common English name is it? Do you know a Freddie Proudo? A dark haired man with a wiry moustache.”

“Well yes. It’s not a common name. Freddie Proudo is my uncle. That sounds exactly like him. How do you know him?”

“Ah – both Victoria and I had some involvement with one of his companies before we came to Kushtia.”

“I’ll mention it when I talk to him next,” said Aaron sociably.

“Oh, I shouldn’t think he’d remember us,” Victoria said acidly.

Aaron blinked, puzzled by her response. He knew Freddie had some dealings with the Kushtian’s but why these two women should have been involved he couldn’t imagine. Abby interrupted. “Can we get on?” Aaron nodded. “OK, here’s the pitch. Mr Samantha here has very good contacts with the elders of the tribes in the northern hills. For many years they chose their wives from Russian stock. Recently they have found it difficult to find wives. Through my father in the Trade Ministry I have found how I can solve that. What is need is funding to allow us to satisfy that need; finance for the initial expenses until we can recoup them from our fees.”

Aaron was bemused. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m not sure if I’ve got this straight. These elders will pay you to find them wives? Oh, I’m sorry I should be talking to your husband, shouldn’t I?”

“Of course,” said Abby, “everyone knows that a Kushtian woman cannot borrow money.” Even so Kushnati Samantha showed little sign of understanding what was going on. “But yes, you’re right. They’ll pay a premium because of my husband. He is well respected. They will feel his choice guarantees a good wife.”

“A premium brand?”

“Precisely.”

“So you’d be running a sort of marriage brokers.”

“Sort of.”

“And is it easy to persuade Russian girls that there is a good life to be had in Kushtia?”

“Easy enough. But that will be what we’re doing.” She pointed to herself and Victoria. Aaron wasn’t at all sure how Kushnati could contribute anything to the business. He was lolling limply in his chair, dribbling from one corner of his mouth.

Aaron quizzed Abby on the funding required. She made a pretence of consulting her apparently unhearing husband on several occasions but gave Aaron all the data he needed. The costs appeared to have been well thought out with substantial sums allocated to the recruitment of potential brides. The girls were very confident of the level of fees that the business could charge. They explained how they needed cash to support it although there was sufficient collateral with Kushnati’s assets.

Well, it was hardly the Dragon’s Den, thought Aaron, but, apart from the fact that Kushnati Samantha looked to be pretty much a sleeping partner in the enterprise, there seemed to be no reason why the bank shouldn’t advance the money. “If you can have your husband sign the necessary documents, I am sure that the bank will support this,” Aaron said.

Victoria raised an eyebrow at Abby but she simply said, “Leave the forms with me, I’ll get him to sign them when he’s feeling better. Won’t you darling?” This time at least Kushnati managed a flick of an eyelid, though whether of agreement or not Aaron could hardly say.

Aaron got up to leave. Abby rang a bell and a muscular man appeared. He gave Abby a lascivious leer. “Our overseer will take you back to your car,” Abby said. The man looked disappointed but turned to Aaron to indicate the way he should go.

As Aaron began to walk towards the door, the overseer stepped between Abby and her husband and, ignoring the old man in the wheel chair, gripped Abby in a tight embrace, locking his mouth onto hers and pawing at her breasts.

Victoria looked on with an air of amused tolerance. “He’s too eager,” she said. “Abby, you really should tell him to control himself.”

Abby disentangled herself from the overseer’s grasp and shooed him away. With a disappointed air he gestured for Aaron to follow him towards the door. Aaron felt grateful to get back to his car.

In the office, Anch was in shocked disbelief. “You actually met Victoria? The wife of the Kaitlin’s eldest son?” Aaron had hardly got through the door, Anch hadn’t even removed her manuses but she was anxious to hear the slightest bit of gossip and was bombarding him with questions. “There are really shocking rumours about her now. Some say that she has men that she treats as her doenyes – her servants. That she has made her own properta for them to wear in secret. That she makes them wear manuses for her or even the chanoosh! Can you imagine a man doing such a thing?”

Aaron didn’t know what to say. Victoria had just seemed like one of many pushy women entrepreneurs he had come across. He wouldn’t have been surprised by anything that she got up to in the bedroom if she felt it would help whatever scheme she was involved it.

Anch was still chattering on. “Is she as beautiful as she looks in the magazine? What was she wearing? Are her breasts really like they look in the photographs?”

“You shouldn’t worry about your breasts so much,” Aaron chided, enjoying the fact that Anch was wearing an exceptionally tight sweater that provided him with all the information he needed to reassure her.

“We shall have to go in the cubicon later,” she flirted, “so you can be sure.”

“Well, Miss Astana” Aaron responded playfully. “I am most anxious to be certain. We shall most definitely find some time to review the matter. For now though I would like some coffee.”

Anch nodded her head and got up to go in search of the brass pot and tiny cups. They had only time for a single cup before Karen Kourtney summoned Aaron to his office.

“So, Mr English Banker, your assessment of this project, please. Should we advance money?” Karen was in expansive mood.

Aaron was keen to tread carefully. “Well, Mr Kourtney, the business proposal seems sound and the sums involved are not large. Of course the credentials of Mr Samantha are beyond reproach and in any case there is sufficient security.”

“I am hearing an unspoken ‘But’ in your assessment, I fear.”

“It is only my concern regarding his wife, Mr Kourtney. It seemed to me that this was more her scheme than his, if you understand me.”

“Indeed I do, Indeed I do. Many of those who take westerners as wives or concubines discover that their women find it hard to give up their traditions of independence. Fortunately we need not worry. In Kushtian law no woman can make a contract. So the husband is always responsible for the actions of his wife.”

“But in this case – with Mr Samantha so unwell – I suspect he is much less able than his wife pretends.”

“You are right to be concerned. I think we should proceed as you suggest but we should also protect our interests. I think you should keep a close eye on this business enterprise. It would be most unfortunate if anything were to embarrass a council member or, worse still, the Kaitlin.”

“Oh good,” thought Aaron. “No pressure.” What he said was, “Absolutely, Mr Kourtney, you can rely on me. I will arrange review meetings with Mr Samantha’s wife, so that she can keep me up to date with progress.”

“Very good. I will inform Mr Samantha that the bank will approve the loan.”

When Aaron returned to his office, Anch was waiting for him. “Your ten o’clock appointment is here, Mr Aaron,” she said. “Mrs Hallanan wishes to discuss with you a loan application.”

“Anch, I’m puzzled,” Aaron replied “I did not think that the bank could lend to a woman. This is not more of the Samantha business is it?”

“No, not at all. The loan is for her husband but she has come here to plead his case.”

Aaron was beginning to wonder if any Kushtian man handled his own financial affairs. “Well,” he said, “I suppose that I had better see her.”

Aaron’s reluctance was immediately overcome by the appearance of the woman. Although veiled, of course, she was dressed for the rest in the most elegant of western fashions, with a conspicuous display of expensive finery. Aaron wondered how much of a loan her husband was looking for. It had to be substantial, otherwise he could just pawn his wife’s designer clothes. ”

The woman spoke out in a stream of a guttural dialect of Kushtian. Aaron had to apologise. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I don’t understand. Do you speak English?”

His question brought forth a similarly unintelligible response. Aaron called Anch across. “This is no good,” he said, “you’ll have to translate for us.”

Anch looked slightly embarrassed. “She says she has been sent by her husband to do anything that you need in order that the loan is approved.”

“Well,” said Aaron, misunderstanding comprehensively, “I’d better look at the file, make sure that all the forms are here and so on.”

Anch blushed. “No, Mr Aaron,” she said.” She says she must go to the cubicon with you for discussions. Her husband insists. This is how things are done.”

Aaron looked at the dark almond eyes of the woman as she stared intently at him over her veil. He took in the way that her well cut suit fitted what was evidently a trim figure and how the shortness of her skirt showed off the shapeliest of thighs. It would, he decided, be rude to refuse to discuss matters further and gestured to the cubicon. The woman took him by the hand and led him to the curtained couch.

Almost as soon as he had spread himself out on the couch the woman was kneeling beside him, gabbling away. “Anch,” Aaron called, “You must come and translate. And bring your pad, there may be things we need to keep a note of.”

Anch looked embarrassed but joined Aaron behind the cubicon’s curtain as the woman started to fumble with Aaron’s fly zip. She chattered on, apparently unconcerned by the presence of Anch who was translating as best she could to keep up with the woman’s constant stream of talk. “The loan details should be all that the bank requires,” Anch translated, “”There is quite sufficient security to meet the bank’s requirements and there should be every reason to grant the loan. Of course it is recognised that first families get priority in these matters but surely the bank recognises the importance of the stimulus to the economy… “ by this stage the woman had pushed Aaron’s trousers and underpants down and had knelt astride him, pushing her skirt, with some difficulty, up over her hips.

Aaron, somewhat nonplussed by the turn of events still managed to turn to Anch and ask “What is this about first families?”

Anch explained the way in which Kushtian society was divided into two well defined ranks. There was the upper rank that made up the Council and the Kushtian elite with people like Kushnati Samantha.Then there was the next rank, people like Anch’s own family. The policy of the bank was very clear. There needed to be a much more convincing case made for loans to those of the lower rank. “And,” said Anch, “that is why Mrs Hallanan is here to plead her case…”

Mrs Hallanan had by now taken Aaron’s cock between her hands and was drawing her long scarlet finger nails up it in a way that Aaron found both arousing and disconcerting. A short statement was translated by Anch, “Mr Banker, I am sure that you will see the benefits of advancing to my husband his requested sum he has asked me to make sure there is no amusement in your desires that is left unsatisfied, Perhaps I could. .. Oh!” Anch stopped evidently embarrassed by Mrs Hallanan’s offer. Mrs Hallanan however continued her monologue, ignoring the fact that the translation had ceased, and instead, taking her cue from the Aaron’s steadily increasing tumescence. Then, without further remark and with seemingly practised ease, she pulled aside the crotch of her knickers and slid her cunt down over Aaron’s erect prick.

“Ah, haha, ahhh, Mrs Hallanan,” Aaron tried to remain calm as the woman sat perched astride his member, “I will – - ahhh – of course – mmm – give appropriate consideration to your husband’s request. But the bank’s conditions on security are quite stringent. I need to know – ahh – against what we would be advancing the loa – oh -oh – n.” Anch still evidently embarrassed by having to stand by while Mrs Hallanan sought to ply her influence, translated Aaron’s words. Mrs Hallanan nodded and muttered some more remarks leaving Anch looking scandalised as she scribbled in her notebook and Aaron abandoned himself to the attentions of Mrs Hallanan’s virtuoso flexing of her vaginal muscles.

Mrs Hallanan stopped, evidently waiting for Anch to complete her translation. Anch evidently distressed stuttered a few words for Aaron. “She will give you her daughter … as security… to hold in the bank’s employ or in your own household as a doenya or if you so please a concubine. She has learned well from her mother and has all the energy of an eighteen year old girl.”

It was hard to tell who was the more horrified, Aaron for whom such a thing was barely believable, or Anch who had never even imagined that such a thing could be considered by a parent. Aaron, in spite of Mrs Hallaman’s attentions, was the first to recover. “Please,” he said to Anch, “tell Mrs Hallanan that I will give her request due consideration and that she has been eloquent indeed in putting forward her case.” Aaron gasped again as another flexing of the woman’s muscles gripped at his engorged prick. He was almost kicking himself as he spoke his next words. “But Mrs Hallanan must go now.” I have another appointment. Perhaps we can discuss this again when I have taken some time to examine her husband’s application further.” Anch translated. Mrs Hallanan looked disappointed but then disentangled herself from Aaron, stood up from the couch, smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her veil and muttered some more words of Kushtian before bowing towards Aaron and respectfully backing out of the cubicon. Aaron felt relieved as the woman left; frustrated, certainly, but relieved.

Anch felt able to vent her anger. “How could she do that? Offer her own daughter! For a mother to do such a thing! It is the thing a man may do; often such arrangements are made by a father to make a good alliance or to help further his daughter in society. But a mother? Never! Unthinkable!”

“I’m sure she didn’t really mean that, Anch,” Aaron replied, trying to calm Anch.

“What do you know?” Anch responded angrily. “You know what she said last of all? ‘I will come back when you have had the chance to examine the application’….”

“That’s not unreasonable, Anch,” Aaron interrupted.

“I didn’t finish the translation,” Anch said, still outraged. “…’I will come back,’ she said, ‘and I bring my daughter too so you can be sure of the good will we extend to the bank.’ Of course she meant it!”

Aaron was nonplussed. He tried to comfort Anch, telling her that he thought the woman’s behaviour was, indeed, outrageous. There could be no question, he said, of his decision being influenced by such a thing. And besides, the woman’s promiscuous behaviour compared badly with the open hearted and delightful way that she, Anch, had always treated him.

Anch looked more cheerful immediately. “That is a nice thing to say, Mr Aaron. For that I give you a treat right now in the cubicon. You need to relax after that unpleasant woman….” Anch began to peel off her sweater, revealing her ample breasts.

Aaron lay back on the couch resignedly. Oh well, he thought, when in Rome… And besides, the woman hadn’t been that unpleasant.

Natalya Uranova sat quietly in a small room at the one hotel in Pestrovya waiting to be called. She was looking forward to the interview. Everything she had heard about the job made her think that it would offer her the chance she longed for to leave this provincial town for a more exciting life.

It wasn’t clear what the job was really about; she was hoping to find out more at the interview. All she knew was that it would involve travel. As far as Natalya was concerned that was what she was really interested in. When she was shown into the interview room the exotic appearance of the women interviewing her was enough to make her think, “Yes!” straight away.

The two women introduced themselves. “Victoria,” the small dark girl said, offered a gloved hand to Natalya. She was dressed entirely in black, wearing the tightest of high necked tops and leggings. The severe, sleek look was only relieved by a silver neck band from which hung a large jet plaque set in a silver surround. If her appearance was daunting, her demeanour was welcoming. “Take a seat,” she said. “Please don’t be nervous.”

“I’m Abby,” the other woman said as Natalya sat down. Even from those two words she was obviously American, but although her accent said USA, her clothes were those of a high ranking Kushtian woman. Her outfit was as loud and colourful as the other woman’s was sober, a brightly striped wrap over a deep turquoise coloured robe. Natalya felt very drab in comparison. Her pale green blouse and the straight, dark green, skirt had seemed like sensible dress for an interview but now she was not so sure.

Natalya smiled in response. It was even exciting to be talking in English. She had studied it at school, of course, and there was always plenty of American television to practice her understanding but she hardly ever had the chance to speak it. “Thank you,” she said.

The interview got under way. Natalaya was pleased with how it seemed to be going. Abby asked most of the questions. “How did you enjoy your studies? What were your favourite subjects? What do you enjoy in your free time? How does your boyfriend feel about you taking a year away from here?”

The last one was the easiest to answer. Her boyfriend had been pretty cross when she’d told him she was thinking of doing this. He seemed to think she was there just for his amusement. Well, Natalya had told him she wasn’t going to build her life around him. Natalya hadn’t minded. It wasn’t as though it was any sort of life-time commitment.

Abby nodded with an understanding smile. Both she and Victoria seemed to be happy with Natalaya’s replies, she thought. Victoria nodded to Abby and Abby asked if Natalaya would like some tea.

Natalya nodded. “Yes, please,” she said. Victoria disappeared for a few moments and returned with a glass of pungent black tea. It was stronger than Natalya liked as a rule but she didn’t complain, sipping it happily as the questions continued.

Suddenly she felt a little odd. She reached forward and put the glass of tea down, worried about spilling it on the carpet. As she sat back she felt even more peculiar; as though her arms had become like logs; as though every joint had become frozen. She tried to speak but even her mouth would not do as she wished. Victoria was the one now smiling as she stepped forward. “Good,” she said, “that’s the last one.”

“No!” Natalaya was thinking. “You don’t understand, I can’t move. Please help me.”

Victoria stepped forward towards her. Far from coming to her aid, Victoria reached for Natalya’s blouse, unfastening the buttons and pulling it open to expose her. “There,” she said, “I told you this one would be all right.”

“What does she mean?” Natalya was thinking. “All right for what? And why can’t I move?”

Natalya was helpless to resist as Victoria and Abby went to work on her. First they laid her on the floor and then began fitting straps around her arms and legs, fastening them so tightly that even if Natalya had been able to overcome her paralysis she would still not have been able to move. With the straps in place Abby disappeared for a moment and then returned with a small trolley. Together she and Victoria lifted Natalya onto the trolley and wheeled her out into an adjacent room. Four large cases, each of them black with chrome plated strapping and corner reinforcements stood along the far side of the room. Another case stood open in the middle of the room. Inside Natalya could see heavy padding and more straps. Victoria pushed the trolley across to it and together she and Abby began fitting the unresisting Natalya into the case.

Abby and Victoria went to work with the straps, fixing Natalya in a sitting position within the padded case. It was as they fastened the last of the straps that Natalya began to feel some feeling returning to her muscles.

“Uh oh,” said Abby, “she’s coming out of it more quickly than the others. Let me have the mouangf.”

Natalya didn’t recognise the Kushtian word but she knew what it was as soon as Victoria responded, passing Abby a leather plug gag. Abby pulled Natalaya’s mouth open and pushed the plug of the gag in. The plug held her teeth apart and filled her mouth. As Abby fastened the strap around her head, Natalaya felt the muffling effect as the heavily padded face piece pressed down over her mouth. The slight groan she managed as the effects of the paralysis subsided died in her throat. Abby smiled, evidently pleased at the effect of the moaungf. Natalya, feeling movement returning to her arms, tried to struggle against the straps but to no effect. Abby smiled again and fitted two more straps, one around Natalya’s forehead and one more over the moaungf locking Natalya’s head solidly in place. As Abby began to close the case, shutting her into inky blackness, Natalaya caught sight of the other cases again. She wasn’t alone, she thought. There must be four other girls like her in those other cases. What on earth was happening to them all?

She had no chance to do any more than think. As the case closed all light was extinguished and she felt the padding of the lid press all around her. Only immediately in front of her face was there any gap between her and the padding of the case. At least I can breath, she thought. There was a clunking noise; locks fastening on the case, Natalya guessed. Then there was nothing. No sound. Nothing. Just the blackness of the inside of the case and nothing.

Natalya had no idea how long the nothing went on for. She tried to push against the straps a few times but with no result. In time she resigned herself to whatever was to happen.

Then there was noise and movement. Words barked in Kushtian heard faintly through the padding of the case. Scraping sounds. And then the sensation of the case she was in being moved, lifted she thought; onto some trolley she guessed. Then she was taken on to a truck, if the next few hours of throbbing vehicle vibration and sound were any guide. What ever was happening to Natalaya, she knew that she wasn’t staying in the hotel and that she was leaving Pestrovya behind.

Chapter 8 : Anatoly’s Call

“Come on Freddie, this is not like you,” the voice of Anatoly Kustenky was quiet; a sign that always worried Freddie. “We have an agreement I think. I don’t piss on your patch, you don’t piss on mine.”

“Anatoly,” Freddie Proudo responded in similar tone. “Please be assured there is no pissing on your patch from my side. We have plenty to do here without trying to take on Mother Russia.”

“You say that Freddie but I know you. You see a chance, you take a chance. This has your finger prints on it Freddie, it’s just your style.”

“I don’t have a patent on any of this, Anatoly. I just make it up as I go along.”

“Listen, Freddie, this is just like you and it’s right across the border from Kushtia. We agreed you could play there. We even thought you might come to us for some product to ship there. Now we find you’re sourcing your own in our back garden. That’s pissing on my patch, Freddie. Pissing on my patch.”

“Anatoly, I give you my word. This is not a Proudo operation. There are no Proudo Enterprises people in Russia. Hell, there aren’t any Proudo Enterprises people in Kushtia right now. This is nothing to do with me.”

“So if it’s not Proudo Enteprises picking up nice girls from Pestrovja, taking the bread out of my mouth, who is it?”

“I don’t know but I’ll talk to the Kushtian’s and see what I can find out. All right? And if it’s anything they are up to I’ll see what I can do. If they are freelancing I’m not sure I can do anything about it. Sure they are supposed to take product from me but I can’t stop them doing their own thing. I’ll do what I can, Anatoly.”

“OK Freddie, just be sure you’re not pissing on my patch.”

Proudo put down the phone, annoyed that Kustenky hadn’t seem ready to believe him. It was, however, odd, he thought as he looked up the location of Pestrovja. The Kushtian’s hadn’t shown any signs of wanting to get into the business themselves but Pestrovja was just over the border. It was only a little later that he thought he had only been technically accurate when he said there weren’t any Proudo Enterprises people in Kushtia right now. After all Aaron didn’t work for Proudo Enterprises. The only problem, Proudo thought, was Anatoly might think that was a bit too much of a technicality. Freddie looked at his watch. It would be early evening in Kolin. He tried to call Aaron.

The line was terrible. It crackled. Aaron’s voice faded in and out.

“Hello… hello… yes, Fred? Fred?”

“Hi, Aaron .. Aaron? Yes. How’s it going?”

“Good. Yes. Good. The bank’s fine. Very friendly people, if you know what I mean.”

“Uh huh…” Freddie knew exactly. “Listen. Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure Fred, sure … Fred?.. Fred? Yes, sure.”

“Can you find out if any of the bank’s customers have an interest in Russia. Could be around the borders of Kushtia. Possibly in a place called Pestrovya.”

“Can do Freddie, I owe you one at least. Can do. This could be an easy one though. One of the customers I’m working with has a marriage broking scheme for Russian women. I think they’ve been doing something in Pestrovya. It’s Kushnati Samantha. Well his wife really. And one of the wives of the Kaitlin son. I’m sure you know them. Abby and Victoria.”

Freddie’s heart sank. He remembered Abby and Victoria all right. Victoria had been one of Larry’s first acquisitions and Abby had nearly caused a lot of problems when the Kushtians had been trying to set up shop in the UK. He could quite believe that they might be involved in something. And “marriage broking”? Good grief!

“Aaron, can you let me…? Aaron? Aaron? … Are you there?” The line had finally given up. He cursed the inadequacies of Kushtian Telecoms. It was only when he picked up the phone to talk to Harry his operations manager, that he realised the phone line had been dug up outside their office.

It took them four hours to reconnect the line. Freddie, fuming, disappeared off to his club. In the interests of international harmony and avoiding the more excitable sort of responses that Anatoly could be capable of, Freddie called him back.

“So, Freddie,” Anatoly sounded abrupt. “You find something with these Kushtians or you want to tell me that you are pissing on my patch?”

“No pissing, Anatoly, I told you,” Freddie responded. “Here’s what I’ve found. There are two clients of the People’s Bank of Kushtia involved in some enterprise in Kushtia. Those clients have taken product from me in the past. It’s possible there is some free-lancing going on.”

“Not nice, Freddie, when customers start doing that. Still as long as it’s not your boys. I can clean things up without problem.”

Freddie was afraid that he was going to say that. It wasn’t what he wanted. “Well, it might help if you’d hold off for a bit. I’d like to see if I can sort it out from the Kushtian side of the border.”

“Freddie, that’s a big favour. Why shouldn’t my boys go in and close this down?”

“No reason at all, Anatoly. If I were you I’d want to as well. But, it will be untidy. It will upset people. I think maybe I can sort things out more easily. Isn’t that what friends are for?” Anatoly listens without responding. “Look, Anatoly, give me a couple of weeks. If any more girls go missing in Pestrovja, give me a call.”

“So two weeks? I can live with that. Nobody from Moscow wants to go to that backwater, anyway.”

No, thought Freddie, and no one from his London operation would want to go either but it was better that he sorted things out. If Anatoly’s boys went storming in there would be blood on the carpets and plenty of other places as well.

Ellie was less than enthusiastic when Proudo broached the idea with her. She adopted the pensive, quiet look that Proudo always found worrying.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Freddie?” she said. “Why not just let Anatoly clean things up from his side.”

“Because it’s our customers that are involved and a confrontation with Anatoly could seriously affect their ability to business with us in the future. That and the fact that I don’t trust Aaron not to get caught up in it.”

“But, Freddie, you know what the Kuhtian’s think of women. If it’s Council Members or the like that are involved, I won’t have a chance to get close to anything that’s going on.” Ellie folded her arms, convinced that she’d produced a winning point.

“True,” said Proudo. “But, from what Aaron said, I don’t think that’s what is happening. This sounds like a little private enterprise from Abby and sweet little Victoria. If it is, you’ll be ideally placed to sort it out. As a woman. Besides if Aaron has got his sticky paws on this then I want it to be kept in the family. You’re the only real answer, Ellie.”

Ellie shook her head. “I don’t think I am but I can’t think of a better one right now,” she said.

Proudo sat back looking pleased. Ellie looked at him in exasperation. He was impossible when he was right, she thought.

While Ellie was getting ready for her departure, Abby was helping Natalya become acclimatised to her new home. When the case she had been strapped into was opened, Natalya was astonished by the sight of Abby and Victoria confronting her.

Abby and Victoria had evidently determined that the best way to start the induction of their captives was with process of intimidation and that the most intimidating thing for the girls would be to be greeted by a site as bizarre as anything that they would ever have seen.

The two girls had taken full advantage of the extensive fetish wardrobe that Victoria had acquired as a result of the indulgences of her husband and the various men that had placed themselves in her thrall in the hope of gaining influence with the Kaitlin’s son or the Kaitlin himself.

The four girls had been forced to their knees. Abby and Victoria stood before them; Victoria in a black rubber cat suit that she had topped off with a sinister gas mask, and Abby in leather trousers and jacket. Both were wielding vicious looking whips.

“Welcome, ladies,” Victoria began before she went on to explain how they were now to be trained as concubines for Kushtian men that would pay well to have reluctant Russian girls in their beds.

It was only after Abby and Victoria had left that Husna Hannish, the Overseer, felt able to express his distaste. As the door to the room shut behind Abby he spat a plug of chewing tobacco in its direction.

“Hunes,” he muttered under his breath. “Bitches.” His colleague nodded in agreement. It was all very well for the two of them to flounce in here, parading up and down in their high heels and acting like they owned the place but now something needed to be done with the women they had brought back. Husna had thought he had an opportunity to better himself with Samantha’s wife, but then she had seemed only interested in sex. Now there was this other game.

“A secure place, Hannish,” Abby had said to Husna, when they arrived. “Until we can arrange for the girls to be seen by their prospective husbands. And they should learn to be docile and compliant. Like good Kusthian girls.”

Husna looked down at the four helpless women. Good Kushtian girls! It took a lifetime to make a good Kushtian girl. You couldn’t expect to turn these Russians into anything much without time. They didn’t even know how to dress respectably. When did you last see a Russian in a veil? Even when they ran the country they didn’t respect the traditions!

He called Hakshim, the young man he was schooling to as apprentice overseer. “Do you think these girls are going to be any use?” Husna said to his colleague as they pulled each of the girls in turn to their feet.

Hakshim didn’t seem impressed. “Too thin,” he said. “Like western girls. Look at this.” He put his arm around Natalya’s trim waist. “You shouldn’t be able to get that far around. You should need both arms. And these,” he prodded Natalya’s breasts. “How can you rest your head on these.”

“She may give other comforts. Here,” he said, unbuckling the strap of the plug gag that filled her mouth. “Let’s try this.”

“Won’t the lady of the household object? She seems to see these as her own property.”

“A woman with property? Absurd. She takes advantage of the master’s sickness. He has always said that his overseer should have such use of the girls of the household as they see fit. Not his wives, of course, but the doenyes; that is all right. These are the rights of the Overseer and must be exercised or they will be forfeit through lack of use.”

Hakshim smiled. He was happy to take the advice of his mentor. Natalya looked back and forth at the two men, not understanding a word of their exchange, barely able to make out the individual words from their guttural dialect. ‘Doenyes’ was one word she understood. ‘Servant’ it meant. Perhaps that was what they were intended as, servants in this household. A moment later she came to realise that there was more to it than that. The older man – the one that was called Husna – grabbed her by the hair and twisting brought her to her knees. The younger one stepped up to stand legs astride in front of her. Unfastening his belt, her dropped his breeches, confronting Natalya with a dark, thick and steadily lengthening cock.

Husna twisted again at Natalya’s hair. As she cried out in pain, Husna pushed her forward and Hakshim buried his cock in her mouth. Natalya, choking as Hakshim pushed against her, tried to struggle but could not break free of Husna’s grip. The two men were laughing, exchanging remarks that, even without understanding their Kushtian, Natalaya knew to be coarse encouragement of each other. There was more laughter and more jokes as Husna and Hakshim changed places. Husna’s shorter, stubbier, cock was less of a choking mouthful than Husna’s but the younger man had now found a strap to thrash across Natalya’s buttocks, encouraging her to try harder to please the Overseer. Natalya caught sight of the other girls, still gagged, their eyes wide in terror as they each began to realise what was to be their fate too.

Aaron had become rather annoyed. Abby had agreed that she would provide a report on their progress before his regular weekly meeting. She hadn’t and, as a result, he had had to suffer the embarrassment of trying to explain to Mr. Kourtney why he still didn’t have the details on their plans for repayment of the loan.

He’d called her several times. Mostly he’d got her voice mail and, on the few occasions that he had actually managed to speak to her, she’d promised to call him back and then hadn’t.

The only way to resolve it, thought Aaron was to go out and see Abby, whether she was ready to have a discussion or not. Anch was not at all happy with the thought. “I’m not sure that you should be planning to visit a Kuhtian woman without the permission of her husband,” she said.

“I’m sure you are right Anch, normally,” said Aaron. “The difficulty is that he doesn’t seem to be in any condition to give his consent. He’s very unwell, I feel. The only time I met him, I wasn’t even certain that he was conscious.”

“It makes no difference,” said Anch emphatically. “For a Kushtian man, his wish is his wish. Would you visit his wife when he was sleeping because he could not give his yes or no?”

“I think it’s different Anch. And I’m worried that his wife may be taking advantage of the situation.”

“No, that cannot be possible. A Kushtian wife can only respect the wishes of her husband.”

“I think you are forgetting that Mr Samantha’s wife is not of Kushtian upbringing. I feel I must go and see what is going on.”

Aaron arrived at Samantha’s estate late in the afternoon. He was welcomed, if that was the right word, at the door by Samantha’s overseer.

“Mr Samantha not seeing any one,” he said, helpfully. Husna Hannish was tired by the comings and goings. The women brought by his master’s young American wife and the English wife of the Kaitlin’s son would cause nothing but trouble, he was sure.

“That’s all right I wish to see Mrs Samantha.”

“I have no permission to admit you.”

“I really think you should tell Mrs Samantha that I am here.”

“I cannot do that.”

“Of course you can. I will wait here.”

“No I cannot do that. Mrs Samantha, not here.”

Aaron and Husna Hannish were debating whether or not he should be admitted when a veiled Victoria appeared over Husna’s shoulder.

“What is it, Hannish” she asked.

“This bank gentleman. He seeks Mrs Samantha but I tell him, she is not here.”

“Quite right, Hannish, quite right. However, I will see if I can help him. Let us extend the hospitality of the Samantha to him.”

With ill grace, Husna gestured for Aaron to enter. Victoria led the way to one of the comfortable formal rooms off the entrance hall. She sprawled on a pile of cushions and waved to Husna to leave them. Husna, scowling, did so.

“He is a loyal servant but not very able to adapt to western ways.”

“I hadn’t thought that much of western morality or custom had penetrated here.”

“You would be surprised what goes on behind close doors, Mr Proudo.”

Aaron noticed that as she stretched out on the cushions one of the slits in the long panelled skirt that she was wearing had fallen open affording him an excellent view of her legs. She reached out for the silver mouthpiece of a large hookah that stood beside the couch, slipped it between her lips and inhaled deeply. Almost at once a beatific smile came over her. She picked up a second smoking tube and offered it to Aaron. “Won’t you join me,” she said, stretching sinuously towards him, her eyes wide and looking straight at him.

Even with Aaron’s usual slowness to react he realised that what was on offer might be more than a puff on her hookah. But, as he told himself, it would be rude to refuse her hospitality and besides he really needed to get to the bottom of what was going on with Abby’s business. “Thank you,” he said, sitting down beside her on the couch and taking the second mouthpiece from her and inhaling himself.

The cool smoke had a curiously calming effect. He found himself smiling as easily as Victoria was. He looked at her as she smiled back at him. “This isn’t tobacco is it?” he said.

“Partly,” Victoria grinned mischievously. “and partly hunashif. It is a traditional herb, burnt in the halls of the seragla, the harems, to sooth and relax the man’s wives and concubines.”

“Who needs relaxing, you or me?” said Aaron as Victoria lay back on the cushions.

“Let’s just say we believe in a more, ah, intimate relationship between a bank and its customers than might be the custom in Europe.”

“Hmmm,” said Aaron thoughtfully, the expression of doubt and curiosity dragged out by the intoxicating effect of the hunashif.

“Mmmm,” responded Victoria, stretching out a hand to Aaron’s thigh.

Aaron looked down at it, taking another drag on the hookah that left him wondering if the hand had suddenly appeared there or had been there all along. He looked back at Victoria, somehow her shoulders were now bare, the deep green velvet of the top of her costume contrasting with the soft cream skin of her bosom and the dark shady chasm of her cleavage.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Mrs Kaitlin?” he asked.

“Would you like me to?”

“I can’t help but feel that might make our business dealings more difficult, Mrs Kaitlin.”

“It’s Mrs Kalanis, Kaitlin is the title of my father in law.”

“Oh,” Aaron found himself laying back on the cushions. He took another puff from the hookah. The hunashif certainly seemed to have a calming effect. “Well, Mrs Kalanis, I most certainly apologise. The bank is at all times concerned with …” His voice trailed off. He couldn’t think what the bank could possibly be concerned with. What interest could they have in the fact that one of their senior officers was sprawled, half intoxicated, in the company of the wife of the country’s ruler while her hand slid sinuously across towards him and unfastened the belt of his trousers?

While Aaron was enjoying Victoria’s company, he didn’t notice his mobile phone being slipped out of his jacket pocket. Some time later Anch responded to the bleeping of her own phone and read the text message she had received. “Most important meet you. Spice Market. Old Fountain. 14:00 Please bring Samantha file. Aaron.”

Anch wasn’t sure what to think about the text. She was intrigued by puzzle it presented. Why did her boss suddenly want a meeting away from the office? And why in the Spice Market? Then there was the reputation of the Spice Market itself. Once upon a time the Spice Market had been notorious as the venue for secret assignations between lovers, between errant husbands and their lovers or adulterous wives and theirs. The old tenements of the spice merchants had been the scene of many an illicit tryst and the old fountain was at the heart of the maze of alleys between them. It would have been nice if Aaron had discovered a romantic streak during their sessions in the cubicon. However, the fact that he’d asked her to bring the Samantha file rather implied that he hadn’t.

She tossed the file into a shoulder bag and headed off towards the east of the old town.

The closer Anch got to their meeting place, the more out of place she felt. She had almost forgotten how different the old parts of Kushtia were. Compared to the modern centre of Kolin, the area around the Spice Market seemed to belong to a different century. Of course as a good Kushtian girl Anch was veiled but she wore her head and face covering with a smart skirt and blouse in the season’s fashionable colours for the office. Here though the women all dressed alike in the all enveloping dark chanoosh. They bustled by her carrying wicker tubs containing their day’s purchases. She couldn’t tell whether they noticed her or not as she made her way through the alleyways of the old town but she felt conspicuous anyway. There were few men on the street, but occasionally as she passed a coffee house one or other would look up from a game of tavla and give her an appraising silent stare as she walked by. She was careful to keep her properta on view; that way she was seen to belong to a prominent family and should as a result be safe from molestation. Even so she didn’t feel entirely safe here, she clutched the strap of her shoulder bag tightly.

Anch turned a corner into the square of the fountain. She looked at her watch. She was a few minutes early. There was no sign of Aaron and the tiny square, surrounded by Merchants houses that seemed to crowd in on every side and overlooked by the houses’ overhanging balconies, was deserted. She sat down on the wall surrounding the fountain.

There was a noise from one of the houses, an argument from one of the balconies. Anch stood up and looked to the source of the noise. As she did so there was a movement behind her and a hand grabbed at her bag. A sharp knife sliced through the shoulder strap and the bag was snatched away from her. Anch turned to see a woman clad in a dark brown chanoosh, running as best she could in the long robe, towards one of the alleyways. Anch gave chase.

In her shorter, albeit tighter, skirt, she began to narrow the distance between herself and the thief as they ran through the maze of alley ways. Then Anch had a stroke of luck, the thief turned a corner and found herself in a dead end. With high walls surrounding her and no doors leading from the street the thief turned to face her pursuer.

“Give it back to me,” Anch demanded in Kushtian. “It’s only papers, of no value. Give it back to me and I’ll let you go.”

The thief shook her head, clutching the bag closer to her.

“Come on,” said Anch advancing towards her as the thief backed up against the back wall of the cul de sac. “Give it to mmmmm!”

Anch’s demands were cut off by a hand clamped tightly over her mouth. Another reached around her waist and pulled her back. She was held tightly by an attacker from behind.

“You should have turned left not right,” Anch’s attacker said to the woman that had been running from her. “It’s the other side of the alley. Come on.” Anch felt herself being pulled backwards. Unable to cry out she was dragged across the alley and through a door, into, she presumed, one of the Spice Merchant’s houses.

“What are we going to do with her? I only wanted to grab the bag.”

“Why don’t we keep hold of her for the time being. She might be useful.”

“All right, I’ve got some rope here, turn her around.”

Anch tried to struggle as she was first spun around and then as her arms were dragged behind her back and rope knotted around her wrists and then around her ankles.

“Put her down in the store room.”

“OK. There’s a moaungf here too.” Anch knew what was coming next. Although she had never had a moaungf used on her they were common in Kushtian households. A servant that spoke out of turn or a concubine that was found guilty of gossiping might well have to wear one. Anch tried to wriggle free of her captor as the woman that she had been chasing pulled up her veil, prised open her mouth and pushed in the heavy leather covered wad of the silencing moaungf. The strap was fastened behind her head and Anch knew that there was no point in trying to cry our with her mouth so well stuffed. Her two captors picked her up and carried her across the room. On the far side was a wooden chute that led to the store room below. Anch was lowered on to the chute and let go. She slid down the chute squealing helplessly into her gag as she fell to the bottom. She slammed against a pile of spice filled sacks and sending a cloud of aromatic dust up into the air leaving her gasping for breath as a result of the impact and the stifling scent of the spices. She looked up to the top of the chute. Her assailants were staring down at her.

“She will be all right there for now,” the thief said.

“I guess so,” said the other and then the two of them were gone, leaving Anch wondering why they had attacked her, why one of her two assailants spoke Kushtian with a pronounced American accent and why Aaron had lured her into their clutches.

Aaron on the other hand was greatly enjoying his afternoon with the wife of the son of the hereditary ruler of Kushtia. She had explained to him a great deal about the constitution of Kushtia, about the way in which the Kaitlin was appointed and the access that this gave her to some of the most powerful men in the land. While she was doing this and servant girls were bringing cool drinks or sweet meats as Victoria asked, he had managed to lose more of his clothes. At the same time she had been able to demonstrate some most acrobatic poses learned, she said, from the great practitioners of the art of love in the Kaitlin’s seragla, his harem. Aaron, bemused by the circumstances as much as the hunashif, had found it easy to while the afternoon away in her company, persuading himself that he was, indeed, getting to grips with a deeper understanding of his clients.

While Aaron was being entertained by Victoria, Natalya Uranova was being subject to yet more humiliations as her captors insisted that she progress with her training. “You learn to be good slave girl,” Husna had said to her. “You fetch and carry for your Master and Mistress. You practice that now.” And so he had taken her from her cell, put manacles around her wrists and ankles and taught her how she should serve drink or offer a hunashif pipe; kneeling beside her Master and offering up the item in question with her head bowed submissively. The slightest failure to conform to her teacher’s exact instruction had earned her blows from a cane. She had been beaten so many times over the past few days that she had no desire to earn more cuts and so she was trying very hard to carry out each task to the letter.

She was following her teacher along some corridors, as they passed one open door she looked through. Within, a veiled woman – another slave like herself, she guessed – was sprawled on a couch with a man, a westerner. “You money has already bought you all of this,” she heard the woman say as she leant back on her cushions. Natalya recognised Victoria’s voice. Victoria’s remark had been in response to Aaron’s expression of concern about the bank’s finance for her project but Natalya interpreted it as Victoria accepting her status as the man’s slave. So, Natalya thought, she is as much his captive as I. As Natalya watched the man’s lascivious reaction she was in no doubt that he was the ring leader of this gang of white slavers. A moment later her trainer realised that she had stopped and returned to drag her away from the doorway.

Suddenly Victoria announced to Aaron that he would have to leave, declaring herself delighted to have enjoyed his company but explaining that she needed to be ready for a dinner for some ambassador or other that evening. She swept out of the room, leaving Aaron to pull up his trousers, button his shirt, refasten his belt and to try to quell his unsatisfied erection.

As he stumbled out of the Samantha’s house he looked at his watch and thought that he had better phone the office. It took him some time to find his phone. It wasn’t in his left hand jacket pocket where he always kept it. Somehow it had found its way into an inside pocket. “Odd,” thought Aaron, “I can’t imagine how that happened.”

Anch struggled helplessly, sprawled on the sacks in the spice store. Each attempt to dislodge the ropes that held her wrists and ankles sent a cloud of dust into the air leaving her choking, unable to catch her breath because of the mouth filling maoungf that had been strapped around her head.

The scent of turmeric, cumin and coriander filled the air. Anch wriggled herself around until she was sitting up. In her efforts to free herself she had torn her skirt and stained her blouse with the deep yellow of turmeric. Her head covering and veil lay beside her on the floor where her attackers had tossed it down the chute after her.

As she wriggled her arms once more she became aware that she could feel a little give in the ropes. She looked around. On the far side of the cellar, a hook held ropes from the cellar’s hoist. Anch felt sure that if she could get to it, the combination of her struggles and the sharp hook could free her. Slowly she started to move herself across the floor of the cellar. Eventually she managed to shuffle herself close to the foot of the wall beneath the hook. Turning around, she levered herself up against the wall and finally managed to snare the loops of the ropes around her wrists onto the hook. Tugging against the hook and flexing her wrists she slowly felt the ropes begin to give.

Her efforts were interrupted by the sound of voices in the room above. She threw herself back onto the floor just as the trap door at the top of the ramp was pulled up. The veiled faces of two women stared down at her.

“She’s moved,” one of the women said.

“Not far,” said the other, her American accent revealing her as one of Anch’s assailants. “And she won’t get out of there for a while.”

“How is the banker?”

“Oh fine. He’s busy with Victoria.”

Anch was furious. It seemed that Aaron was in league with these women; that he had staged the whole thing so that the Samantha file could be stolen. She had to escape and try to discover what he was planning. Perhaps he intended some fraud on the bank? He had seemed like a reasonable man but you could never tell with these westerners. And the text message that had brought her to the Spice Market had come from Aaron’s phone.

The cellar hatch cover was dropped back into place by the women. Anch listened quietly as slamming doors in the rooms above announced the departure of her attackers again. She worked her way back to the hook and started once more to try to free herself.

It seemed to take forever but eventually she managed to work a loop of rope free. With the freedom that gave her, she wrenched at the ropes with renewed vigour. From that moment she soon worked the remainder of the rope loose and with effort she got her wrists free.

Wasting no time she freed the ropes from around her ankles and unbuckled the strap of the mouth filling moaungf, pulling the plug free with a gasp of relief. She stood up, brushed as much of the mess from her clothes as she could and looked around hoping to find a way out.

The door into the cellar was locked but eventually she managed to pile up spice sacks into a sort of pyramid that let her climb out of the cellar and up into the room above. Listening all the while in case her attackers returned she pulled on her veil and slipped out into the street. One thing was certain, if Mr Aaron was involved in trying to defraud the bank she would have to try to talk to Mr Kourtney but for now the best thing would be to go back to her own household.

Much to Anch’s concern, Karen Kourtney was not in the office the following day, having gone up to the north of the country with Aaron to meet some of the bank’s clients there. Aaron had been keen to go, Anch remembered. Perhaps the trip had something to do with his plans. Anch decided to stay put until Aaron and Mr Kourtney returned.

It was while Kourtney and Aaron were visiting one of their Northern clients that they encountered Dana Harris. “Hi,” she had said with a breezy tone and an American accent. “Guess that you’re a foreigner here too.”

She scrounged a lift with the two men back towards Kolin and spent most of the journey telling them about herself. How she’d been in Kushtia for almost a month now, how it was so different from her home in Ohio, how she really didn’t understand why the women put up with the way they were treated and so on. Karen Kourtney affected an air of quiet interest. Aaron made the mistake of asking the occasional question which had the effect of her embellishing her views with even greater detail.

“But that’s not the main reason that I’m here,” Dana said as the car staggered gratefully onto tarmac roads as they got into the outskirts of Kolin. “I’m really hoping to get to the bottom of this United Nations Cultural Heritage Programme. I mean, OK, it’s understandable for Kushtian women to be happy with the way they’re treated – they’ve been brought up to it, I guess. But what is it with Brits and Americans coming here to live the same way? Seems crazy to me and nothing I’ve seen so far is going to seem any different to my readers.”

Dana’s words sent a chill up Aaron’s neck. “Readers?” he said.

“Yes, sure. I write for a number of magazines back home. Women’s issues, current affairs, that sort of thing. Maybe I should interview you about the UN Programme – it would be good to get the view of a British man living out here.”

“I’m not sure,” Aaron responded. Actually, he was, the last thing he wanted to do was to attract attention to himself by talking to a reporter. “I don’t really know anything about the programme.”

“That’s OK, I can give you some details.”

The car stopped at Aaron’s hotel. He climbed out, hoping that Dana would forget about their conversation.

Dana wound the window down of the car and called towards him as he went inside. “And come to think of it, I could get your views on some of the things going on with the credit crunch in the west. Get a slant on how Kushtian banking compares. That could go down well. Especially for some of the UK titles – there’s a real fuss on back there at the moment about some banker that disappeared leaving a trail of chaos. Could you see something like that happening here?”

Aaron shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know,” he said. He was horrified. It could only be a matter of time until Dana figured out his connection with that affair.

“Well, I’ll buy you dinner. We can talk then. See you at eight.”

Aaron nodded. Normally an invitation to dinner from an attractive, leggy, twenty five year old, American girl would have been a welcome proposition but that wasn’t the case. There didn’t seem to be much point in trying to argue about it now. What he would have to do was to make himself scarce for a while. He started to think about his options. As the car pulled off he was certain of one thing though. Dana was going to be stood up for dinner that evening.

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1. Chapter 12: Funeral Games

In the palace of Kushnati Samantha, Victoria and Abby were taking the opportunity to provide their captives with a little further “encouragement”, as Victoria called it, in preparation for their new homes. Both Victoria and Abby appeared in the cellar where the girls were being held. The two of them were fully robed in white silk versions of the traditional Kushtian chanoosh, appearing like malicious ghosts in the gloom of the cellar.

The overseer of the household of Kushnati Samantha, was unimpressed. These two women were causing trouble in the house with their schemes. Samantha seemed unwilling or unable to do anything about them but the last that had been said to Husna Hannish was that he should indulge Abby and, as overseer, he would see that his masters bidding was done. That didn’t mean that he liked it though. Russians in the Palace of a member of the Council! He thought he’d seen the last of that when the Russian troops had left. He watched as the helpless girls struggled against their chains. Two or three of them looked sullenly at the ghostly figures of Victoria and Abby. The others seemed to ignore them completely. Hannish understood, they were still trying to deny their circumstances.

“So, are our little friends ready?” Abby turned towards Husna Hannish

“They make some progress, Ma’am,” he responded, with as much respect as he could pretend, “but they still have to accept their fate. These Russians do not make good wives. Doenyes, perhaps even concubines but not wives.”

“Absurd,” responded Abby. “They are all good looking girls, they will become well accustomed to the ways of Kushtian men. Or have they not been raped enough yet?” Abby’s taunt prodded both at Husna’s abilities and at the reputation that all Kushtian men had for aggressive sex. Husna glowered at the woman. What did these western incomers understand of Kushtian men? It was all very well for her, he thought. There was only him and Hakshim. And eight girls! He had no doubts about his virility and Hakshim had all the energy of an eighteen year old but there was only so much that two men could do.

“They are little better than whores, m. For them there is no shame in rape.” The dismayed looks from the girls seemed to give the lie to what Husna was saying but gagged as they were they could give no voice to their protests.

“Then perhaps they need more beatings,” Victoria contributed. “Or is your arm weak as well, Hannish?”

Hannish scowled at the woman. He reached forward and grasped one of the girls by the wooden yoke that was locked around her neck. Twisting it, he span her around showing how her naked back was crossed with the wheals of the beating that he had given her less than an hour before. The deep scores left by his whip showed that he had lacked no enthusiasm for administering punishment to the girl. Husna Hannish took satisfaction from the sharp intake of breath from behind Victoria’s veil as she saw the girl’s bloody scars.

The others knelt quietly, terrified of either the rape or beating that Victoria and Abby’s taunting of the Overseer would lead to. Natalya, who had been forced to fellate Hannish that morning, cowered behind one of the others, trying to avoid being noticed.

Suddenly two of the household doenyes, burst into the room. Agitated and obviously upset they were calling out in Kushtian, distressed and concerned. “What are they saying?” demanded Abby. “What’s the matter?”

Hannish looked seriously at Abby. “It’s your husband,” he said. “You must go with them.” The two doenyes led Abby out from the cellar. Hannish and Victoria watched them go. As they left the cellar, Hannish said, “Her husband is dying. He may be dead before she reaches him.”

Victoria said nothing, thinking that, with Abby in control of Samantha’s estate, they would no longer have to worry about keeping the bank happy in order to fund their enterprise.

“Things will change,” said Hannish.

“You bet,” thought Victoria smiling behind her veil.

Two days later, after the funeral, Abby was at her husband’s solicitors. The scene in the offices of Kushansis, Kushansis and Fredrick was a sombre one. As became a widow, Abby sat quietly, clad from head to foot in the heavy black chanoosh that left not an inch of her exposed, her gloved hands folded together in her lap. Behind the veil that covered her face was an expectant look of anticipated triumph as she contemplated the new freedom that access to her husband’s fortune would bring. Everything seemed to be going well. The letter from Mr Fredrick had made it clear that there was no reason for her to be concerned following the death of her husband; that she had been well provided for and need have now worries about the future. That suited Abby just fine she thought as Mr Fredrick came in, extended a hand and offered his condolences. “It must have come as a great shock” he said.

“Indeed,” said Abby, although the only shock from her perspective was that he had survived so long.

“Well, I expect you wish to be informed about the last wishes of Mr Samantha.”

“Dear Kushnati,” Abby said with a sniff that might have accompanied a tear. “Yes, I suppose so.”

“Well, I have the will here.” Mr Fredrick took out a thick envelope and emptied the contents onto the desk between them. From the pile of documents he selected one and unfolded it. “I shall not bother you with all the legal jargon, Mrs Samantha,” he said, “the main point of the will is that Mr Samantha leaves his entire estate to his excellency the Kaitlin of Kushtia to be held in trust for his son until he attains the age of thirty.”

“What!” Abby’s reaction was explosive. “What sort of deal is that? I’m his wife for fuck’s sake!” Fredrick blushed, unused to such language from behind a chanoosh.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t understand. What is the problem? I thought you would be pleased there could be no better outcome.”

“You said the will looked after my interests, that I was – to use your words – ‘well provided for’. You said that his will left his estate to his living heir. What sort of jerking around are you giving me?”

Fredrick looked puzzled, not understanding either Abby’s expressions or her tone. “Mrs Samantha, of course you are well provided for. As part of your husband’s estate, you are looked after too. You become now part of the Kaitlin’s household. That alone gives you great rank. And ‘to be held in trust for his son’; that could give you the chance to re-marry if his son and the Kaitlin so please.”

“But shouldn’t his property come to me as his only living heir? I thought it only went to the Kaitlin in the event of his having no heir.”

“Heir? Oh, I see. Of course! Mrs Samantha, I can see that you don’t understand. In Kushtia a woman does not own property, so it is not possible for a women to be an “heir” as you say. There’s really nothing that can be done. I’m sure that the Kaitlin and his son will arrange things satisfactorily there is no question of your wanting for anything, I am sure. Things are already organised. The Kaitlin’s overseer is here to take you to the palace.”

Fredrick pressed a button on his desk and the tall muscular form of the Kaitlin’s overseer appeared. Without speaking he gestured for Abby to get to her feet. As she did so, he gripped her arm and span her around clamping her wrists together in a pair of heavy manuses that her hands were locked in place behind her back. As Abby was about to protest indignantly the overseer, with practised ease, slipped his hand under Abby’s veil and pushed the soft leather plug of a moaugnf into her mouth. In spite of her struggles and muffled objections he managed to fasten the strap that held the plug in place. The overseer nodded to the lawyer.

Fredrick stood up and reached into his desk taking out a heavy, inscribed, gold disk. He stepped forward and took a similar but smaller disk from Abby’s neck and replaced it with the heavier one. “There,” he said, “now you wear the properta of the Kaitlin’s household in accordance with the wishes of your late husband. I am sure that as a ranking member of the Kaitlin’s seragla you will find your life even more comfortable than before. I am also told that the Kaitlin is anxious to see that you are well integrated into your new household and his son’s chief wife has agreed to take you under her wing.”

“You know Victoria, I believe. She is most concerned for your well being and that you should fit into the household’s traditions and customs. Indeed, it was she that reminded me that it was traditional for a newcomer to the Kaitlin’s seragla to arrive wearing manuses and moaungf. You see how concerned she is for you?”

Abby’s less than lady-like response was fortunately stifled. The overseer led her away.

Amber leaned forward again and pushed me back. I begged her to put it in my ass but she wouldnt listen, she told me to “shut up, young slut!” I closed my eyes and obeyed…

Amber buried her face between my breasts, kissing the area between them. She moved her mouth to my left nipple which was hard and just begging to be licked. She gently bit it through the thin material of my bra. I gasped as I felt indescribable pleasure move through my entire body. Amber moaned in appreciation of my pleasure as she sat up to remove her own shirt revealing a sexy, black bra. She reached around and undid the clasp. Her beautiful breasts fell free and I immediately reached up to feel their fullness.

As I rolled and squeezed her nipples between my fingers, she was busy undoing the front clasp of my bra until it was open and my tits were exposed. Her gorgeous breasts were almost too much to bear. I sat up and stuck my face into them enjoying the smell of her and the feel of her tits against my face. I sucked hard on her right nipple while she moaned above me. She arched her back and leaned back toward her feet. Her tits were pushed out so far and they looked so delicious. I kept sucking at her nipples while my hands were roughly fondling each breast.

Amber leaned forward again and pushed me back. She reached down with her left hand to begin unbuttoning my pants while her right hand moved up to my left nipple. She squeezed it tight between her thumb and forefinger until I moaned from a mix of pleasure and pain. She moved the palm of her hand over my chest until she reached my other nipple. She was much gentler with this one. She softly flicked at it and rolled it between her fingers. It felt so good having her play with my nipples that I almost didn’t notice that she had my pants completely undone.

She stood in the tiny cabin, looking out the windows, towards the horizon, towards the smoking, sinking wreck of a ship. Then she moved her head, looking about the tiny cabin, noticing his bed hanging from ropes, swinging slowly back and forth. She noticed his desk, the single chair. She noticed a carpet, frayed and worn, upon the deck. She looked again out of the windows at the smoking sinking wreck of the ship. Once she sat at the captains’ table. Once she strolled on his quarterdeck. Now she stood in a strange cabin, her hands tied tightly behind her back.

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She knew her fate. Every woman knew her fate when captured by pirates. Lady Sonia fought against the fear gripping her throat, like the hand of a pirate, choking her.

She wondered about him, what he looked like, how he might behave. She saw his men, smelled his men. They were ugly men, dressed in ragged clothes, holding smoking pistols and bloody cutlasses. They captured her, bound her.

She saw the smoke of the ship as a smudge against the horizon.

Someone opened the cabin door behind her. She turned her head, looked at him.

He stood about six feet in height, his hair just brushing the beams above his head. His blue eyes burned with passionate intensity. His eyes did not look at her, but deeply inside of her. She felt his eyes as a tangible force through her dress, her silken garments. She felt his eyes touch her flesh, and her flesh shied from his touch.

She felt her breathing stop.

He closed the door behind himself, took two steps to his desk, sat. He continued to study her.

“Sir, I am a woman of title. I assure you my uncle will pay greatly for my return.”

A thin smile formed on his face.

She noticed a scar running from his ear, down his cheek.

She turned to face him. “Provided I am returned to him intact.”

He opened a drawer of his desk, without looking, keeping his blue eyes steadily upon her. He pulled out a parchment, held it up.

“Your Uncle, Duncan? Duncan, fifth Lord of Shrewsberry?”

She stared at him, confused at how he managed to know her uncles name.

“The same Uncle who sent you to Jamaica, to wed a popinjay named Edward something.”

“The same,” she stammered, confused, suddenly more afraid than before.

“Edward the popinjay doesn’t exist, and your Uncle Duncan commissioned me to capture and destroy your ship, insuring your complete disappearance. He paid me well, two hundred pounds. He will pay me another eight hundred when proof of your ships loss is received. I would say, Lady Sonia, I am being paid very well for you indeed.”

Lady Sonia stood quite still, her breath coming in rapid pants, her breasts heaving beneath her tight whalebone corset.

“Intact somehow failed to get mentioned in the contract.” He glanced at the paper in his hand, smiled again. “Indeed, Lord Shrewsberry suggested I might even earn an extra sum selling you to a brothel in Barbados.

“This, this is a lie, a damnable lie. My Uncle would never consider such an action. It, it . .” She found herself incapable of words.

“Your father left you with a sizable estate, some eight hundred hectares, and a manor. When you wed, your uncle will have no further control over those revenues. And he has amassed some sizable gambling debts. When you no longer exist, the estate passes naturally into his hands. It adds considerably to his wealth. I’m afraid you stood in the way of doubling his estates, and paying his debts.”

“This can not be true. I will not believe you.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not. It only matters if I believe it. And I assure you, Lady Sonia, I believe it completely.”

“What, what are your intentions with me?”

“Barbados sounds attractive.” He stood, placing the parchment on his desk. Lady Sonia saw a dagger tucked in his belt. He reached for the dagger, drawing it out. Lady Sonia closed her eyes. She heard his boots on the hard wooden deck and frayed carpet beneath her feet.

She felt his hand against her cheek.

Lady Sonia tried to pray. Her rising feelings of terror confused her thoughts. His touch crowded her thoughts, chasing prayers away.

His hand wandered from her cheek to her neck. She tried twisting away from his touch.

He grabbed her hair, yanked back her head.

She felt his lips pressing hard against her own. She never felt a kiss before. No man was ever allowed so close to her person. Her Uncle kept her too carefully watched. He denied her any suitor.

She felt something, something more than the terror, vibrating in her soul. She felt a feeling she had no means to describe. She felt as though through his lips, her breath, her reason abandoned her. Her head swam, spun, felt light. Her legs felt weak beneath her.

His hand strayed down her neck, to the soft flesh at the top of her bodice.

His lips released her own. He backed away from her. She stood quite still, breathing quickly, deeply.

“You are quite untouched.”

“Yes.” She managed to stammer in reply.

“By even so much as a kiss.”

“Yes.” She whispered.

“How great a waste.”

She stood quite still, clenching her tiny hands behind her back, feeling the terror rising in her breast, delighting in the terror rising in her breast, for it was a strange feeling, an unknown feeling. All her life she enjoyed control, control over the servants, control over her life. Certainly she enjoyed more control over her life than most other women her age of sixteen years. Now she had nothing. All the control over her life vanished when the cannons of his ship thundered. All control left when a rope tied her hands behind her back.

He was a pirate. He held no sense of honor, no sense of moral justice. Not law, convention, morality, family, station in life, protected her. Nothing whatever stood between his intentions and her virtue. She felt her terror sap her strength. She felt as though she might collapse upon the deck.

She opened her eyes, to look at him again.

She saw the dagger in his hand. He stood looking at her, tapping the dagger lightly against his leg.

He took a step towards her, walked around her. She felt the dagger against the lacing of her dress. She felt her lacings give way against the sharp blade. Her dress hung loosely on her shoulders. His hand came to her neck again, lightly. His finger tips traced lines against her flesh. Lightning bolts passes from the tips of his fingers, through her flesh, into her soul. His fingertips slid across her naked shoulders, to the top of her dress, pushing her dress from her shoulders, baring her shoulders.

His fingers left her shoulders. She felt his dagger tug at her dress, cutting through the heavy silk. She felt her dress fall from her body. She felt the dagger slice the threads of her corset. She felt it loosen on her body. Her lungs expanded in a sudden intake of breath. She looked down at her breasts, suddenly exposed. She saw her nipples, hard, pointed.

His hand reached around her, cupped her breasts.

Lady Sonia cried out. A sudden cry escaped her lips. Her head fell backwards, against his shoulder. Her shoulder blades pressed themselves together. His fingers took her nipple, pinched it, rubbed it. Lady Sonia found her eyes clouding with tears.

Finally his hands left her breast. They rubbed her body downwards, to her waist, to her hips. They pushed against her few remaining garments, her petticoats. Her petticoats slid down her hips, down her legs, to the deck atop the blue of her dress.

Her clenched fists pressed against something hard beneath the fabric of his pants.

Her body stood exposed to his gaze. He walked around her, holding his dagger, tapping his dagger against his leg. She felt his eyes study her body.

“I beg you sir.” She paused, gasping for air. “I beg you sir, I am a virgin.”

His eyes continued to study her body. She saw his eyes, saw them looking at her breasts, looking at the black triangle between her legs. Her cheeks flushed hotly.

“Please sir, I will comply with your desires, but do not hurt me.”

“And if I treat you gently, what bounty have you left to offer?”

“My willing consent. I trade my consent for your consideration of my condition.”

“You strike easy bargains with the devil.”

“I have nothing remaining with which to bargain.”

“Indeed. You have not even that. Do you think it matters to me if you are willing or not? There is still Barbados. If you are an unwilling wench, I’ll sell you for sixpence. If you show some measure of, of delight, then perhaps I might spare you that particular disgrace.”

Lady Sonia felt panic surge through her body. Indeed, she had nothing remaining with which to bargain. All control vanished suddenly from her grasp.

“I am at your mercy.”

“You always have been.”

He stepped to her, taking her in his arms, pressing his body tightly against her own. She felt again the hardness beneath his trousers.

He picked her up, placed her on his bed, naked, bound, upon his bed.

Then he undressed.

Lady Sonia never saw a man undress his body before. She lay upon her side, looking at him, her mouth open her eyes wide. She looked at his naked chest. She did not know men had hair upon their chest. She did not know men had nipples upon their chests as did women.

Then he untied the sash around his trousers. Her mind could not believe he would bare his body completely before her. She wanted to close her eyes. She wanted to take her eyes from his body. She could not. She could not.

He sat in the chair, removed his boots. Lady Sonia took a moments comfort watching him remove his boots. Then he stood again. His hands came to the waist of his paints. He pulled them down, reveling the most intimate secrets of his body.

The room became smaller. Her vision narrowed. She looked at him, and saw one thing only.

A new fear captured her soul.

She knew what men possessed, through conversations with her nurse. She knew men possessed a weapon, a sword, between their legs, as women possessed a scabbard for them to sheath it in. Never had she thought the weapon of a man to be so large. It appeared as a lance, bluntly tipped, raised in salute to her nakedness.

He came to his bed. With expert grace he placed his body in the bed, pushing his flesh against her flesh, his lance against her body. His hand came to her cheek, turning her face to his. Then he kissed her, gently, upon the lips.

Lady Sonia lost all sense of time, of space, of self.

His touch inflamed her.

His fingertips burned through her flesh.

She rolled on the bed, offering more of her body to his touch, to his lips. He kissed her lips, her cheek, her neck. His hand gently cupped her breasts. She pulled back her head, exposing her neck, and felt his kisses travel down her neck, to her breasts, to her pointed nipples. She let out a tiny whisper of fear, of delight, as his lips closed about her nipple, as his tongue played with her nipple. His hand traveled down her body, to the black curls guarding her most intimate place. His hand gently pressed against the flesh of her leg, and without her willing it, her legs parted easily to his touch.

And he touched her.

Cannons thundered in her brain.

Broadsides of feeling overtook her defenses.

Her bulwarks gave way to his touch. The fires of his passion invaded her. She announced her complete surrender with a whimper of pleasure, a sudden cry of pain, a tear announcing the incredible feelings overtaking her body, her person, her very soul. Her hands clutched the sheets of the bed beneath her back, tightly clutched the sheets, as though if she let go, she might fall to some unknown and dangerous place, might lose herself entirely in the feelings of his touch, in the pleasure she found in his body. . .

Lady Sonia stood on the quarterdeck of his ship, gazing at islands drifting past upon the horizon. She stood dressed in a loose shirt, opened widely at the top. A cool breeze lifted the hem of the shirt, exposing her legs. She looked over her shoulder, at him, standing against the helm of the ship. His eyes strayed to her, a smile crept across his face. She turned back to looking at the islands on the horizon. Perhaps, if he wanted, he might demand that she again return to his cabin. A thin contented smile pressed the corners of her lips.

Her mind drifted as the clouds above her. She thought of the things he might do. He might demand of her the shirt she wore, exposing her body to the crew of his ship. Or he might come up behind her and take her violently, there, upon the quarterdeck of his ship. Or he might take her by the hair and drag her to his cabin, and roughly, demandingly, force his will upon her.

She smiled again. Perhaps, in time, with only a little training, he might learn to do all of these things. “Yes.” She thought to herself as she looked at the islands drifting past upon the horizon, “Yes. He might be trained. He might learn how to excite me even more, use me even more completely.”

She smiled broadly. She felt a song surface to her lips. Control of her life seemed not so far distant, not so far as the islands upon the horizon. With but a little teaching, he would learn. There, there hid her control.

She heard herself laugh. She looked down at her breasts easily seen through the lose top of her shirt. She laughed that now, captured by a pirate, it seemed so simple to capture him.

Poor little Young Sonia couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She didn’t believe such pain existed as that which she was now suffering. Josh the nineteen year old camp counselor was slowing shoving his huge cock into her tiny little bald pussy. Naked Cory sat there playing with his tiny dick and watching as he had been instructed to do. His mouth hung open in awe. He was sure the big fat fucker that Josh sported would rip Young Sonia’s pussy to pieces. He looked closer to see if the skin would tear, but the little girl’s cunt continued to stretch and stretch as Josh forced more and more cock into her.

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“That a girl, Young Sonia. Oh Fuck, what a fucking hot bitch you are! Such a good little cunt! Take my big fat leaking dick! Take my big fat cock up your tiny baby cunt!” Four inches of nineteen year old dick were now imbedded in the little girl. She felt like a pig on a spit, she felt en brochette! she felt skewered! The dick was so large that her entire little body felt impaled on it, and indeed she was. He had her naked lttle body on the bed on her back with her legs pulled up to her flat chest. He leaned over her and shoved more and more dick into her scared body.

“That’s it you sweet little bitch, take my big dick. I’ve got almost half of it in you now. Only a little over five inches to go! Can you feel it bumping against your cervix? Does that hurt, angel? I swear to you, after you have been fucked fifteen or twenty times, this won’t bother you at all any more.”

“She’s bleeding!” Cory said with alarm, his small hand working his stiff little dick.

Avery laughed. “That’s cause I popped her cherry. Cunt’s have a thin membrane of skin in there, and I just broke through it. It’s great! When you get a bit older, Cory, you and your buddies will have contests to see how many cherries you can pop. It’s a thing guys do. Of course here at camp, I get to bust a whole lot of virgin membrane. It’s one of the perks.

“Doesn’t it hurt her? Look, she has her eyes closed and is breathing real funny and crying.”

“Of course it hurts her, Dickface! That’s part of the fun. When a guy fucks a girl, he tries to fuck her as hard as he can, so that she never forgets his particular dick! Girls never ever forget me. Believe me! Okay, bitch, here comes another inch!” His muscular ass globes tightened a bit and moved down as he forced another inch of cock into the wailing girl.

“Get behind me, Cory and lick and suck my balls while I fuck her!”

Little Cory made a face. He had already sucked Avery’s ass. ” Do I gotta?”

“God damned right, you gotta. I like to have my balls licked while I fuck a bitch. Sometimes I’ll have a cunt’s boyfriend or husband lick my balls while I fuck her. If grown men are afraid to say no, you better Goddamned well get on a job when I tell you to. Now lick them real nice. They’ll be swinging alot once I start to actually fuck, so don’t hurt them by catching them in your mouth. Just lick and suck gently on the nuts in the sack!”

“What do you mean, once you start to fuck? Aren’t you fucking her now?”

Avery laughed a deep throaty laugh. “Fuck no. Now I am just introducing her to my dick! Once I am in all the way, then I will start to fuck her little brains out. Not that bitches got any brains to begin with. Not real brains. Not for things that matter. RIGHT, BITCH? YOU ARE JUST A BRAINLESS LITTLE CUNT, AND WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU, YOU WILL BE A BRAINLESS LITTLE GIRL WITH A HUGE OPEN CUNT THAT CAN TAKE ANY FUCKING THING AT ALL!”

Little Young Sonia howled in pain and tried to twist away. Avery grabbed her two little nipples and tugged. “You just lay real still, Fuckhole! I am doing this for your education. Lay still and take this fuckmeat. do know how many high school freshman, girls older than you, would gladly change places with you? At school, the freshmen bitches hang on me all day. “Please fuck me, Avery,” they beg. “I’ll do anything you want!” I string them along. First thing I tell them is, “If you want to taste my dick, you got to come to school with no bra or panties on! And no pants, only short skirts!” Shit, I got fifteen or more freshman twats walking around school with their bare cunts showing! I make them lift their skirts to show me and my buddies their virgin pussies! I make them stand there in the school hall, against a locker and finger their cunts while we guys watch. That’s how I am able to decide which cunt I want to fuck next. I make them open their blouses and show us their naked tits. I tell them to pull on their nipples to get them hard. How else can a guy judge if he wants to date a bitch or not? Sometimes, I’ll have them compete. I’ll take two bitches into an empty classroom and have them strip and tell them to play with their pussies and tits. The girl who fingerfucks herself best gets a date with me. You little bitches are really lucky. You are getting a head start on the other girls. You are getting introduced to dick early in life. Of course most of the dicks you encounter in junior and senior high will not be as big as mine or the other counselors here at Fuck Camp. You will be a bit disappointed because you won’t feel stuffed full of cock in your cunt and asshole. But if you are an enterprising young twat, you will hit the streets looking for massive dick to satisfy you. Hang on, here come another inch!”

Avery was pounding the little bitch now. He knew he would not get it all in her, she was just too tiny, but he could still try. Cory half in fear, half in little boy lust and curiosity had crawled down between Avery’s muscular thighs and was lapping at the large nuts hanging in their fleshy hairy sack. Cory was a bit to young to even understand about gay and straight sex. He knew about fags and something about what they supposedly did, but he didn’t understand the technicalities of being a queer or being straight. He and his little buddies had upon occasion stripped naked in his room and bounced on the bed and rubbed their bare little bodies against each other, but that was just little boy fun. They had compared dicklets and fingered each others little peckers, wondering when they would grow large like the older guys they had seen at the swimming pool. But Cory had no idea if licking a grown boy’s balls was queer or not. He just knew he didn’t want the shit kicked out of him, and that he had better do whatever Avery ordered. He had not enjoyed sucking on Avery’s ass, even though the counselor’s hole had been quite clean.

Avery had announced that he loved nothing more in life than to get his ass licked and sucked and that he would appoint one of the little campers each night to be his personal “ass sucker.” Cory hoped that since he had been initiated early, he might be left out of that chore for some time to come. It felt to freaky to have to lick up and down the ass crack between to smooth muscular ass cheeks, and then to have to swipe your tongue over the asshole. The skin there felt funny and the hair around the asshole got caught in the little boy’s teeth. Avery had been real patient. He was a good teacher, Cory had to say that for him. He taught Cory how to make his little boy tongue real pointy and then stick it into the rosebud of rectum flesh. He taught the kid how to actually fuck the asshole with his tongue while his lips sucked at the asslips. He told Cory to make lots of sloppy piggy noises as he sucked asses as the jocks really enjoyed that.

Young Sonia grunted as Avery bottomed out in her. No way he was going to get balls deep in this bitch. He was butting up against her womb as it was. Might as well start fucking! He raised his hips so the cock withdrew almost to the swollen plumb sized head, then he slammed his hips down so the dick forced itself roughly back in as deep as it would go. Young Sonia’s pretty little mouth opened but no sound came out! Here eyes opened wide too and rolled up until only the whites were showing. Young Sonia was sure she was going to die.

Avery looked down into her beautiful little face and could not resist spitting a huge gob into it. Spittle ran over her cheeks and nose as the nineteen year old counselor fucked her as hard as he could. His big balls bounced and swung and Cory had a devil of a time licking them.

The most interesting time of the evening so far for Cory had been when he had been taught how to put his dick into a girl. He had been instructed how to fuck Young Sonia. Of course his dick was still so small that even the little girl hardly felt anything, but it had been fun. Avery had sat there masturbating his huge leaking dick while he watched the two little kids fucking on the bed. He taught Cory how to hump his ass and hips more so that the dick would get deeper into the cunt. Cory’s dick was so tiny he had not even busted Young Sonia’s cherry. But it was damned cute watching them fuck. Cory had also sucked Young Sonia’s pussy and she had licked and sucked his tiny dick.

Somewhere along the line, Avery had decided to call Young Sonia, Piggy. He knew the summer camp would turn her into a little cock pig, so why not call her Piggy? By the time the summer was over, the fucking bitch would need cock every single day. She would be cock addicted. Dick addicted! Or just A Dick-ted. Although she would be fucked by boys in the camp every day most of the day, she would yearn for the massive pricks of the counselors. To get serviced by the really big dicks, she would have to perform degrading, disgusting, perverted, fun activities. For example, once a cunt craved Avery’s huge fuckmeat, he would make them suck and fuck with dogs before he gave them some of his precious cock. He might make them drink piss or eat shit or puke. He loved to see how low a girl would go, just to get his dick. It amazed him some of the things girls would do to get some of his fuckmeat.

There had been this one thirteen year old, Avery had been fucking who really needed his dick two or three times a week. Well, he had other cunts to fuck, so she was lucky if she got it once every two weeks. She began to go a bit nutty. She would stalk him. she sobbed that she needed his big dick. Finally he told her, he would fuck her, if she did a little something for him. He wanted her to fuck her own father and bring him photos as proof! She freaked out of course. How could she accomplish that? Not Avery’s problem. He thought it would get the bitch off his back. But lo and behold, about a month later, the cunt brings him photos of her own dad fucking her brains out! Avery had to relent and give the pussy some of his beautiful cock. Then she sobbed, she couldn’t live without his dick. Now this was an extreme case. He didn’t care if she committed suicide, but stringing her along suddenly became a kind of challenge for him. He told her he would give her his dick on a regular basis, if she got pregnant by her father! She resisted as any normal red blooded thirteen year old would do. He withheld his dick. She would come to him at the high school and say would he just take it out of his jeans so she could look at it for a few minutes. Being a nice guy he usually obliged, but that only made things worse. She would take one look at his cuntbuster, and go nuts. She needed it so badly. Well, she eventually relented and got her own father to fuck her pregnant. They told Mom it was some boy from school. When the girl showed Avery the pregnancy test results, he had a really good laugh. He gave her some good dick that night. She was in Heaven. Then he told her she could not get an abortion, but had to carry the child. He would continue to fuck her and give her dick to suck as long as she carried the baby. He would enjoy fucking a pregnant girl. Avery even visited the distraught father and told him he knew he had been fucking his own daughter. He showed the dad the photos the thirteen year old bitch had taken. The father was mortified. Avery forced the father to strip bare assed right there in his high tech expensive office, crawl on his hands and knees across the carpet and suck on Avery’s dick. Then he brought in the man’s daughter and he and the man fucked the girl in the cunt and ass at the same time.

That was only one of many adventures in sex that Avery had had. He was a real piece of work that nineteen year old jock was. He had even fucked his own mother, but that is another story. Now he was fucking little Young Sonia as hard as he could. The little thing was wailing again, throwing her head from side to side in pain as the huge dick plunged into her.

“Oh yeah, I am going to shoot! Beautiful!” Avery kicked out with one big bare foot and sent Cory tumbling onto the floor. He wondered for one nano-second if Cory’s ass would be as tight a fuck. Well, he had plenty of time to find out. As far as Avery was concerned, fucking children was the greatest thrill in the world.

Just as Avery arched his smooth well toned back and pushed his ass globes down so his dick would fuck into the little girl as much as possible as he shot his load, the door to the cabin opened and the two other camp counselors entered.

“Jesus, Avery, we can hear the bitch screaming all over camp. You are going to scare the other children.”

“Holy Christ, she is a good tight fuck! I’m just finishing up for the moment, why don’t one of you dudes stuff her cunt while the other one can fuck her in the ass. I’ll have her clean off my dick with her mouth! This little bitch needs some serious fucking!”

While the other two counselors stripped bare assed and played with their quickly swelling dicks, poor little Young Sonia, or Piggy as she would not be called curled up into a tiny ball on the bed and sobbed. Jizz ran from her ruptured pussy and puddled on the bed. Avery was having a great time. The muscular nineteen year old stud wiped his half hard dick in the puddle of cum and then crawled up to Piggy’s pretty little tear stained face. He rubbed the cock slop all over her nose and cheeks and mouth. Her eyes looked wild and out of focus as if she were in shock. Little Cory stared in awe at the huge hunks of fuckmeat on the other two counselors. Huge slabs of leaking fuckmeat bobbed and swayed as the counselors climbed onto the bed.

“Yeah, dudes. One of you fuck her in the ass while the other one gets sloppy seconds in her pussy. Look how tiny her asshole looks. You guys are gonna feel each others dicks through the membrane separating cunt from asshole.”

“Oh Please, please no, you’ll kill me…” Little Piggy squealed. Avery laughed and rubbed her flat chest, yanking on the budding nipples.

“Honey, we are just getting you ready for what you will be facing for the rest of your life. This is what bitches are for! Cory, get your little boy face over here and lick my balls some more.”

Cory was terrified to refuse the older counselors anything. After all, he was just a little kid. Piggy was screaming now as two dicks impaled her at the same time, a black one and a white one. both were really thick as well as long. The counselors knew they could only get half their pricks into the little cunt, but the asshole was a different matter. You could acutally adjust the intestines to take a whole nine or ten inch dick, even in tots as young as Cory and Young Sonia.

Cory was lapping at Avery’s huge sweaty swinging scrotum. The big dick grew thick and hard again. “Oh yeah, I feel like some little boy cunt, now!”

Cory almost fell off the bed. He tried to crawl away, but he was too tiny. Avery grabbed the little boy with one hand and dragged him back.

“No, please don’t do that to me. Please. I’m a good boy. I do whatever you say. I licked your balls and ass. Please don’t do that to me!”

“Baby, your asshole is so sweet, I just got to feel my dick up it. Besides, I couldn’t fuck Piggy balls deep in the cunt, so I just got to feel a balls deep fuck someplace.”

He flipped the little boy over on the bed. Now both children were squealing in terror. Piggy was double fucked. Her cunt was so stretched it looked grotesque and her asshole was torn a bit and bleeding. Avery spread the little boy’s ass with his large hands. His hands were as large as the ass globes. The tiny pink asshole looked wildly erotic to the nineteen year old counselor. He leaned in and spit a gob onto the rosebud for lube. Then he placed his huge cock knob onto the pucker and pushed. Little Cory had never felt anything so painful in his entire life. He grunted and then wheezed and then screamed a tiny high pitched scream, that got the three counselors laughing. Avery shoved as hard as he could, sending his massive fucker into the little boy’s rectum balls deep. The pulsing veins along the side of the jock’s prick added extra pain to the already stretched to the limit boy asshole. Little Cory saw white and heard buzzing and didn’t know what was happening to him. He felt numb down below, but inside a burning like he was on fire. Avery started to fuck in and out of the boy. On the other end of the bed, the two other muscular

counselors decided to change holes, so one pulled out of the asshole and went into the cunt, while the other took his place. Piggy’s teeth chattered together like she was freezing as tiny rips in her cuntal and anal flesh reacted to the rough fucking.

“Nothing like the first day of camp. And just think, we get to do this all summer, anytime we want to, day or night.” Avery yelled, his sweat dripping off of his chest onto the little boy’s back. He reached down and circled the boys slender waist with one large hand. He hauled the boy up onto his thin knees, so that he could fuck him harder and deeper.

“Holy, shit, you got to try this hole. It is so sweet! Totally awesome. I knew when I saw him standing bare assed in line today, that he would have a perfectly fuckable ass. We are going to turn this little boy in to a first class cunt!” The fucking was too sweet, he couldn’t even form words any more. So he just grunted and fucked the boy harder and harder. Then mid fuck, just for fun, he placed little Cory on top of Piggy.

“You two little sluts tongue kiss while we fuck you!” He screamed at the children. Out of sheer terror, they began to kiss, slopping spit from mouth to mouth.

“Hey, dude,” the counselor in Piggy’s ass said, “How about I shove my shitty dick in her mouth, so she can taste her own shit?”

“Great Idea. And then Cory can kiss her some more.”

The muscular counselor pulled his dick out of the little girl ass. She had been stuffed so thoroughly that her inner ass lining partly pulled out along with the dick. It was obscene.

The dick popped free, bouncing and throbbing, wet and glistening, covered with cuntslime, pre-cum and some streaks of little girl shit.

Avery grabbed the little girl’s head and lifted it. “Here, Piggy, gobble your own shit of the nice fat dick!” The shit streaked prick was forced into the little girl’s mouth.

Avery just loved to make girls eat his shit, so he laughed watching his buddy do the same.

When he dated some sweet young thirteen or fourteen year old cunt, after he got the little slut addicted to his cock, he told her she could not suck on it any more unless she ate his shit. At first the girls would refuse of course. What sweet normal little middle school sweetheart would agree to eat shit, even the shit of a handsome stud like Avery. But soon their need for the taste of his dick would weaken them. It amazed Avery how cock hungry the little sluts became. In order to get his dick, he made the twats eat his shit. He would squat over their faces and drop a nice thick turd right into the little sluts’ mouths. He made them chew the turd and open their mouths and show him. Sometimes he took a shit on a plate and served it to a twat as a meal. There was this one freshman girl in high school, and Avery had made shit sandwiches for her and made her eat them in the cafeteria and all the kids knew and laughed. It was the price she had to pay to get his dick!

I know you are wondering , do little girls need dick that badly. The answer is, yes! Once they get their first taste of cock, they are hooked for life. As soon as the horrible pain of her first fucks wore off, little Piggy would feel the need to suck dick daily. She would hunt out the largest dicks. She would suck the boys at her school, but little boy cock would not satisfy her. She would need huge black and white and latino dicks. Avery and his friends would make sure of that. They would train her to be a perfect little cock slut. She would go through life staring only at the lumps in men’s pants. She would crave dick night and day. She would willingly suck any man of any age who would even smile at her. Her pussy would drip constantly. And all of this while she was still in middle school! Her need would get worse as she got older. By high school, she would be a fucking nympho slut! She would let the entire football team fuck her several times a week.

Avery would also make sure before the summer was out that little Piggy was fucked by dogs and goats and pigs. That way, she would learn to love all dick!!! Avery would teach her that the more she degraded and humiliated herself, the more the boys would like her. She would never wear panties or bra to school. She would remove them as soon as she was out of her parents’ sight. And some of the parents who sent their kids to this camp wanted their daughters and sons turned into sex sluts. Many of them wanted to fuck their own children.

When a dad couldn’t handle the sight of his little son’s sweet little ass cheeks bouncing around the house any more, he sent him to this camp to turn to the boy into a fuckslut.

Whent he boy returned home after camp, he would be home schooled, so that he could be fucked all day every day. Mom might play with her son’s tiny little prick while Dad shoved his fat fucker up the kid’s asshole. Then the little boy would suck his mother’s pussy. He might be kept chained to his bed night and day, just a fuck hole for his parents and their friends.

These were people who loved nothing more than to totally ruin innocence. They hired Avery and his buddies because of their large fuckers and also because they were sadistic jocks who lived to ruin innocent virgin boys and girls.

Avery slammed his hips against the boy’s ass cheeks, his thick dick deep inside the boy’s bowels. Little Cory was sure he could feel the cock bumping against his heart.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, yeah, beautiful…beautiful fucking fuck!” Avery yelled. He grabbed Cory’s hair and yanked the kid’s head up and back. His buddy had just shot his load into Piggy’s ditch and had pulled his leaking dripping dick out. Now the stud wiped the cock slop and ass slop and cunt juice all over Cory’s sweet young face.

“How’s that, you fucking little faggot?” The counselor bellowed. And then unable to control himself, he started to piss all over Cory’s pretty little face. The little boy was in shock. This huge stinking dick was pissing all over his face. Piss stung his eyes, ran into his nose and mouth, dripped from his chin.

“I think we should turn this little fuckhole in to the permanent counselor toilet!”

The counselors often kept a boy or girl chained in the main cabin so that during the day, instead of taking a break, they could just piss in the kid’s mouth. The things kids learn at camp. They would make the children serve as shit holes for them. They would take shit’s into the mouths of the boys and girls. Before summer was over, they would have boys and girls lying in a sixty-nine position, sucking shit from each others’ assholes. No act would be too perverse for them to make these children try. The kids would play games where they would pass a counselor’s thick brown turd from mouth to mouth. The girls would have counselor turds shoved up their stretched out pussies, and then the boys would eat them out.

The children would be fist fucked and double fist fucked. The little girls would have fists up their cunts and assholes at the same time. Avery and his pals played rough.

None of these children would ever be the same again. They would be damaged for life. They would know how to service cock!

IT was the second week of Fuck Camp and the little children were quickly learning all they would ever need to know about sex and then some. All of the little girls had been fucked by the counselors and the little boys in the camp. The little boys has also been taught extensive homosexual activity. Many of their tiny penises could not yet shoot or were too small to make any impression on a pussy, but they were still taught how to complete diverse and wondrous sexual acts. Of course the massive pricks of the counselors, not one less than eight and half inches and some as long as a foot or so had truly opened the holes of the little girls and the asses of the little boys. Boys and girls alike were taught the fine art of cocksucking. They were taught how to tongue balls and lick assholes. Avery the head counselor and his mates had the time of their lives teaching the kids the facts of life, first hand.

Today, Avery was working with four little girls. They were pretty little things, with as yet undeveloped breasts and beautiful bald little pussies. They sat naked on a bench facing Avery who was also naked. The girls could not take their sparkling eyes off the massive hunk of fuckmeat that hung between Avery’s legs. His dick was not only long even when flaccid, but as thick as a coke can. The girls were fascinated and a bit frightened because they knew that that dick could really hurt. It could stretch them beyond belief, it could churn up their guts until they could not walk for two or three days after a fucking. Avery was not the best hung counselor, but he was certainly the roughest and most dominant. He sat across from the girls with his strong muscular jock legs spread and his dick hanging down over his massive balls. His balls hung low in the sack and swung with each movement. The girls had all tasted Avery’s balls. They had licked his ball sweat and tongued the nuts in the sack. At nineteen, Avery enjoyed very few things as much as teaching sweet innocent little girls how to lick balls and eat out jock asshole! And he was so fucking handsome, that very few little bitches could resist him. Most fell under his sexual spell and willingly did whatever he wanted. Cunts are like that.

The little girls sat on the long bench facing Avery. they too kept their legs spread so he could stare at their bald little baby cunt slits. Avery knew that before the summer was over, those baby cunts would be so stretched out that the tiny clits would hang like dicks and the pussy lips would be pulled out and hanging like a flower turned inside out. These little twats would know what is was like to take the thick end of a baseball bat up the pussy. They would know what it was like to get fucked by dog dick and goat dick, and pig dick. By the time these little bitches reached middle school, they would be totally fucked up cock sluts, who lived for nothing except dick!

The four little sweethearts sat there naked, legs spread, staring at Avery’s humongous prick. With one hand they toyed with their still totally undeveloped breasts, tugging and twisting their tiny nipples. With the other hand, they played with their pussies. Avery loved to watch very young girls play with their pussies. He loved to watch tiny girls corrupt their own cunts. When he was in high school and would baby sit, he often taught the little girls for whom he sat, how to finger and play with their cunts. He taught them how to rub their clits and shove fingers in and out of their cunts, how to stretch the cunt lips, and how to stimulate their assholes. Now he had a full time job teaching these things. He smiled.

“All right baby bitches, it’s quiz time. Let’s see how much you learned this week. While I quiz you, I want you to keep shoving your fingers in and out of your cunts and keep pulling on your nipples. Janice, you are not pulling hard enough. Stretch that fucking nipple way out! Imagine some guy is chewing on it. Come on you fucking whores, work those fingers in your cunts and get some juice flowing. I want to see cunt juice! ” The little girls were far to young to understand why boys like Avery loved to talk so dirty all the time, but Avery had informed them that guys got off on it, and it was a cunt’s job to help guys get off whenever they wanted. That was a cunt’s main job in life.

“Cunt’s can’t start serving dick too soon. You girls may think you are still young, but you are all cunts! Your mother is a cunt! Your two year old sister is a cunt! You are cunts. Cunts were put on this earth for one thing. To make guys dicks feel good. So I want to see you ramming your fingers in your fuckholes until you get a good juice flowing, while I quiz you.”

The four little girls dutifully finger fucked their tender bald little pussies even harder. The little sweethearts look a bit worse for wear on this second week, because the truth was, they were being fucked all the time. Each girl was fucked five to ten times a day. They also sucked dick almost every hour. And there there were the continual, degrading, perverse sex games. Game like having one little girl kneel with her mouth open and then having five or six boys see who could piss into her mouth from the farthest distance. The girls were taught that these were typical games that boys loved to play with girls from about the seventh or eighth grade on. The were taught never to object, or to refuse a boy in any way.

“Janice, what is the first thing a bitch does after a boy has been nice enough to fuck her cunt or her ass?”

Janice has glassy eyes from finger herself with such fervor. For such a young girl, she was staring at Avery’s massive nineteen year old dick in a rather hungry way.

“After a boy fucks you in the cunt or ass, you must immediately lick his dick clean! It is your first job. You cannot expect a boy to go away with a dirty dick!”

“That’s right, Janice. Everybody knows that bitches are dirty little creatures, and they must try their hardest to keep a boy’s beautiful big cock clean. I’ll bet you bitches didn’t know that that was the main job of cheerleaders in high school. It’s not to cheer. That’s stupid. No, after a really down and dirty football game, the jocks love to have the cheerleaders lick their sweaty dicks and balls and assholes clean. And their stinking armpits. Then after they, they take a shower. All right girls, I want you to team up now. Throw one leg over the bench and face your partner. Now instead of fingering your own cunts, I want you to finger each others’ cunts. I want to see each girl with two fingers up her partner’s cunt! With your other hand pull on your partner’s nipples.” Can you imagine how much young handsome Avery loved watching the baby bitches do this? He was teaching little girls to finger fuck each other! And two fingers up those baby holes! Well, the cunts could take it, after all they had already been fucked by ten to twelve inch dicks numerous times.

‘Piggy, when you are sucking a guys balls, what do you need to be careful of?”

Little Young Sonia, who was probably the most fucked girl in the whole camp was already a fucking mess. She smiled at Avery as she felt her friend’s fingers exploring her cunt and she pumped her own fingers into her friend’s pussy.

“When you suck a guy’s balls, you have to be very careful of the nuts themselves. It’s fun to stuff a nut in each cheek and gently suck, but you must be very careful because the nuts hurt easily.”

“That is right Bitchface, and you other little bitches can learn from Piggy. She is becoming a first class ball sucker. All the counselors agree!

Little Young Sonia beamed. She felt so proud.

“Now come on, girls. i want to see three fingers up those cunts. And don’t let me see you holding back. Really fuck those fingers in hard. And pull on those nipples. We want to see those nipples sticking out two to three inches in a few weeks. Your tits haven’t started to develop yet, so we want to at least see some nice nipple action! COME ON YOU FUCKING HOLES, WORK AT IT!” The little girls worked harder to please their teenage counselor.

“Alice, after you finish sucking off a guy and cleaning his dick, what is it always polite to do?”

“Thank him for the wonderful face fuck and ask him if he would like to take a piss in your mouth!”

“Very good Alice, my my your girls are learning fast. Very good. Remember, after his cum, a guys piss is the absolute most delicious thing in the entire world for a girl to drink. When you girls get a little older and go steady with a guy, you girls should beg him to let you drink all of his piss. Just like a bride drinks all of her husband’s piss, and if he wants, she even eats his shit. They won’t teach you that in regular school, but it’s true. It should be part of your wedding vows, that you not only love and cherish and serve your husband, but willingly drink his piss and eat his shit if he wants. A husband will want to fuck other cunt anyway, and it’s foolish to try to stop him, but he might shit and piss only in your mouth if you are a good wife.

Now girls, I want to see all four fingers in those cunts. Fuck each other’s cunts with your whole hand. really stretch those ball little fuckholes. I want to see your hands going in and out. I know it hurts, just put up with the pain. It hurts when our big dicks fuck you too. That’s part of the fun for us. COME ON YOU FUCKING USELESS TWATS, FUCK EACH OTHER. HARDER! I WANT TO SEE SOME CUNT ACTION HERE!”

The four little girls grunted and moaned as they fucked each others pussies with their hands. Avery had to laugh, they looked so fucking demented, hunched over almost on top of each other, forcing their hands in and out of each others’ vaginas. Their eyes were glazed, and spittle was forming at the corners of their mouths.

Avery the hunky teenage stud, felt his huge dick thump against his thigh. It was erect and pulsing, and from the wide piss hole, pre-fuck dripped. He loved nothing more than corrupting little girls and boys. As he spoke, there was a little boy from the camp tied up naked in Avery’s bunk. The innocent, beautiful, angelic young boy had a three battery flashlight shoved up his asshole. He had one of Avery’s filthy jockstraps shoved in his mouth. He has clothespins clamped on his nipples and tiny dicklet. And when Avery was finished with his lessons with the girls, he intended to whip the boy’s smooth grapefruit sized ass globes bloody with his wide leather belt. As he thought of the boy in bondage, Avery’s dick gave a lurch and pre-fuck sprayed the hand fucking little girls.

“All right Fuckdumps, listen to me. Keep your fingers rammed up those cunts. I don’t want to see them slip out even an inch. Now take your other hand and start to work your fingers up each other’s assholes!” There was some confusion as the girls tried to get their four hands down there at the same time.

“Come on you useless fucking sluts, you can do it. Spread your legs more, accommodate each other. I want to see you fucking each other in the cunts and assholes with your hands!

Twist your bodies around if you have to. Lift your legs. One hand stays in the cunt, the other goes in the asshole. Get all your fingers up those rectums! Open them up for our big fat college boy dicks! You want our big fat college boy dicks, don’t you, you baby slutbags! You dream about our big dicks at night! You drool over our big dicks all day. You would rather suck on our big fat college boy dicks than eat! Well don’t worry. You are going to suck so much college boy dick this summer, your teeth are going to become malformed! You mouths will be changed to be in permanent suck shape! You are going to leave here champion dick suckers! You are going to go back to school and suck the dicks of every fucking boy in your school, but those tiny grade school dicks won’t satisfy you, no, you will need to suck high school and college dick! You will suck your big brothers’ dicks and your fathers’ dicks! You will suck your teachers’ dicks and your ministers’ dicks! Come on, get more fingers up those assholes. Those assholes should be stretched enough by now. Or do you need to sleep with bigger dildos up your assholes at night? FOR SHIT-SAKE ALICE, STOP CRYING AND FINGER FUCK THAT CUNT AND ASSHOLE! IGNORE YOUR OWN PAIN AND CHANNEL ALL YOUR ENERGY INTO FUCKING YOUR PARTNER EVEN HARDER!”

Two other counselors wandered over, naked with erect dicks throbbing and leaking. They started to slap the girls in the face with their dripping dicks. The poor little bitches turned their heads to try to catch the cock heads in their open mouths.

“No, no, you only get dick if you hand fuck each other really hard. I want to see your whole hand up inside your partner’s cunt and asshole!”

Imagine seeing little girls shoving their entire hands up each others’ baby cunts and assholes! It was a beautiful sight. It made Avery so horny, he could stand it no longer. He turned the class over to the other counselors who Immediately started to jerk off over the girls’ faces, and he made his way stiff dicked up to his cabin to fuck the ass of the pale thin little boy who lay tied up on his bed.

Lady Sonia was one of the sweetest of the campers, perhaps because she was so small and her body was as yet totally undeveloped. She just reeked of innocence. Her face was angelic and trusting. She had big blue eyes and a tiny pug nose and full lush lips. She sometimes tied her long beautiful hair back in a pony-tail or even braids. The braids would be good for guys to hold on to when they were fucking her little face. She stood there nervously in her tiny gym shorts and tee shirt. He had no breasts yet so did not need a bra, but her nipple buds did push the front of the tee shirt out. They had been working her nipples for an hour or so every day. She had never known they could be come so sensitive. The counselors pulled and twisted and sucked on and even chewed a bit on her tender tit buds. They told her they were helping to develop them. They even had the little boys in the camp take turns sucking and chewing on them. When Lady Sonia cried that it hurt and she wanted it to stop, they called her a baby and told her she just had to get used to it.

As she stood in the doorway to the cabin, she felt weak in the knees. There seated totally naked in front of her were four camp counselors. The counselors were all muscular jock boys in their late teens or early twenties. The head counselor Avery Flannigan beckoned her closer. The counselors each sat on the edge of their beds with their legs spread wide. Their huge hunks of male fuckmeat hung swinging between their legs. All four counselors had dicks that hung over six inches when flaccid and huge loose hanging nuts. These boys prided themselves in their hunky bodies,hard abs, full pecs, tight dimpled asses, and huge dicks. They sat there leering at little Lady Sonia, with their muscular legs spread wide. Avery had that shit-eating grin he used so often.

“Hi, Lady Sonia. Do you know why you are here?”

“For some special help,” the little girl stammered.

“That’s right, honey. You are such a pretty little bitch, that you are going to have a devil of a time with the boys when you go back to school at the end of the summer. So we want to get you ready…to prepare you. You are going to be so fucking popular with the older boys, you won’t know what to do unless we help you. Now first things first. Take off your clothes.”

Little Lady Sonia tried to will her legs to stop shaking, but she just could not. She was both scared and excited. She stripped off her camp uniform of shorts and tee shirt and stood there in her tiny pink panties. As I said, her chest was still not budding, but the nipples themselves looked puffy and red from all the attention they had been getting. Really sweet!

“Come on, baby, panties too. Starting in fall, you won’t be allowed to wear panties to school anymore. They would get in the way of the boys playing with your pussy. And the boys are going to be playing with you all day. Boys in the sixth and seventh and eighth grade. And then high school boys too, and maybe even some college boys. We’re gong to make sure you are one popular little bitch. Now take down the panties and show us your pretty baby cunt.”

Lady Sonia peeled down her pink panties and the four teenage boys leaned in. They had seen her naked before of course. They kept most of the campers naked half the day. But it was still always a thrill to see a little girl take her panties down and show her bald little pussy. And bald it was. Not a hair yet. If she had been an early bloomer and had some twat hair, the counselors would have made her shave it off anyway. Well, they would have shaved it off for her. Avery felt his thick prick start to swell a bit. He liked to keep it flaccid as long as possible to impress the little cunts even more when it stiffened to it’s over nine inch length and it’s soda can thickness. The cunts were always both terrified and fascinated by his dick. He chuckled as Little Lady Sonia covered her tiny twat with her hands. Old habits are hard to break.

“Now Lady Sonia, what did we teach you yesterday? We taught you that girls must never cover their cunts if boys want to look at them or touch them. They must keep their cunts available to all boys at all times. Hands away, sweetheart, and show us your baby puss!”

Lady Sonia blushed but took her hands away, putting her cunt on display for the four older guys. All four teen jocks smiled. Perfect. Perfect pussy. Perfect young cunt!

“Good girl. Now just reach down for us and with your fingers spread your cunt lips, will you? Let us look up inside your cunt.”

Lady Sonia stood still, petrified with shame and fear.

“Honey, you don’t want to disobey us. Then we have to punish you, and we don’t want to do that. We want to be your special friends. You know your parents told you to obey us in everything. Now be a good little girl and spread your cunt lips for us.” The four jocks were breathing heavily, and there was the distinct smell of male fuck lust in the room. Luch reached down and with her tiny fingers tugged open her puffy pussy lips showing the bright pink inside.

“That a girl. Good girl. But you can open them wider than that. Really pull those cunt lips apart so we can see inside.” She did the best she could.

Lars the blond Nordic counselor spoke up. ” We know you are trying, baby, but you’re just not doing a good enough job. But I’ve got something to help.” He produced a steel object that looked like something a doctor would use. It in fact was.

Avery roared with laughter. “A speculum! Where the fuck did you get that?”

Lars chuckled. ” I got connections, dude. Well, it’s not a real one, like the gyno docs use. I got this from an SM website. But it’s virtually the same. You put these clamps into the cunt and turn the screw and it stretches the twat!

Ten Cent, the negro counselor with the huge muscular body and the freakishly large dick beamed. “Let’s get to it, man!”

They instructed a very scared Lady Sonia to lie down on on Avery’s bed. The sheets were not very clean and parts of them were stiff from cock leak.

“Spread your sweet little legs as wide as you can, baby.” They instructed her.

“Please don’t hurt me…” She whimpered. Were those tears in her eyes? Avery’s dick gave a lurch.

“Baby, sometimes growing up hurts a bit. That’s just the was it is. It’s just like exercising muscles. Sometimes they hurt for a while.” Avery stroked her hair away from her forehead, then reached down and pinched one of her nipples.

Lars placed the cold steel tip of the speculum at her puffy bald pussy slit.

“Jesus, her cunt is still so small. She has been fucked by every boy in the camp, and her twat lips are still not turned out.

“Most of the boys in the camp have pencil dicks and their balls have not fallen yet. You are forgetting how young these shits are.”

“Well, why the fuck haven’t we fucked this bitch yet? That would open her up! What are we saving her for? We fucked every other twat in camp.”

Avery smiled. “Christmas!”

“Christmas? It’s fucking July for Christ’s sake!”

“No, dumbshit, it’s like Christmas. Lady Sonia here is like a Christmas present. She is special. We want to take things slowly. Enjoy them. We want to try different kinds of sexual experiences. Do we just want to slam our dicks into every girl and boy here day in and day out?”

“Sounds pretty good to me…” Ten Cent chuckled.

“Let’s be creative. Now you brought the cunt spreader, and that’s good creative thinking. Let’s get that little cunt opened up so we can get on to her other lessons.”

“Ouch..that hurts…” Lady Sonia squealed as the cold metal object was inserted between her tender pussy lips.

“Honey, I am going to have to push it in five or six inches, so it’s going to be a bit uncomfortable.”

“Only five or six inches? How the fuck will she ever get ready for my fuckmeat?” Ten Cent was distressed.

“Take it easy Bro, she’ll soon be taking all the dick we’ve got.” Avery reached down to hold the little girl who had begun to squirm out of discomfort.

“Here we go, little slut. That is going to feel so good. Little girls love things shoved up their cunts. It’s their favorite game in the whole world.”

“OHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD……….” the child wailed as the metal object was shoved up her baby pussy. “Take it out please. it is too big. You’re killing me.”

Avery leaned over and started to spit in the little girl’s face. Sweat from his armpit dripped onto her twisting body. She lay there with the speculum sticking obscenely out of her bald baby pussy. She threw her pretty head from side to side and Avery’s spit ran into her eyes, nose and mouth.

“Jesus, Fuck, I love being a camp counselor!” Avery yelled for everyone to hear. He could not contain his joy.

“Oh, please. please, I can’t take it. It hurts. It’s too big.”

Avery leaned his face real close to Lady Sonia’s. “Too big, you stupid little dipshit slut? We haven’t even started to open it yet! We’re going to stretch your cunt until we can get a baseball bat up there!”

Lars turned the screw and the cunt spreader went to work. Not only the lips but the inner cunt was stretched open. First the sice of a dime, then a quarter, then a fifty cent piece, and then the size of a silver dollar. The screams of the little girl filled the cabin. Jeff. the fourth counselor in the cabin got out a flashlight. He shone the light on the stretched cunt.

“That’s better. Now we can see way up into her cunt. Jesus, it’s all pink and juicy in there.” The four teenage boys leaned in to get a good look up the little girl’s cunt.

Lady Sonia was in total agony. She feared she would pass out. Twice when she began to lose consciousness from pain, Avery slapped her face and spit into it to keep her alert.

“Give it one more twist!”

“I’m afraid the whole fucking cunt will tear! Those cunt lips look ready to rip as it is.”

“Come on Wuss, one more turn!” Jeff goaded Lars.

“Who you calling a wuss?”

“You, if you don’t give it another turn!”

“I’ll show you, Mutherfucker. I’ll give it two!”

“NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, please. oh God. oh God, please. It hurts so bad!”

Avery played with the little girl’s nipples. “Just a little more, baby. That’s it. We’re almost done here. Just a little more. You can take it. Show us what a big girl you are.”

Avery had other plans for the speculum as well.

“Lars I need to borrow that thing, tomorrow. I am working on little Bobby Slattery, you know that cute blond boy, and I want to see how wide I can stretch his asshole. I’d love to get him horse fucked by the end of the summer.”

Lars smiled, “I’ll have to charge you a rental fee.”

“Fuck you, man!”

“Jesus, look up into that cunt. It looks like a fucking cave! Hey’ let’s go splunking!”

“No, we have other lessons to teach little Lady Sonia today. We can’t neglect her lessons. Lady Sonia can you please crawl off the bed and kneel on the floor in front of us.”

“Can you take it out? It hurts so bad. Please. I can’t move with it in me.”

“Sure you can. I prefer to keep it in in you. Your cunt needs a good stretching before we fuck you. But today I want to concentrate on your cocksucking technique. So just crawl on off the bed and kneel in front of us. Here, we’ll help you.”

With the speculum stretching her tiny cunt lips obscenely wide, the little girl was forced to awkwardly kneel in front of the four naked jocks. The boys’ dicks were up and hard now from all the cunt stretching fun, and what impressive dicks they were too. Not a one was under nine inches.

If Lady Sonia even turned wrong the pain in her cunt almost caused her to pass out. She screamed out again and again. The guys thought it was really funny.

“Here’s the thing, Lady Sonia. Your cock sucking really stinks. When you get back to school in Fall you are going to be sucking dick every day. You are no longer a baby. The boys in sixth, seventh and eighth grade are going to want their dicks sucked. And it is a bitch’s job to do it! You’ll get a good head start on the other cunts if you are a good cocksucker. You will be the most popular girl in your school, and that is what we want for you. You want to be popular don’t you? Now some stupid cunts think that they should only suck the dicks of one boy…like a steady boyfriend. That is fucking stupid. A cunt should suck any dick from any guy. She should learn to respect and need all cock! She must never ever turn any dude down! that is the biggest sin in the whole fucking world, for a chick to refuse to suck a guys dick or get fucked! A cunt must NEVER EVER SAY NO! Now we want to improve your cocksucking. So, the boys and I are going to sit here in a semi-circle, and we want you to go from dick to dick, licking, kissing and sucking on us. And we will give you constructive criticism.”

Little Lady Sonia knelt there as the boys adjusted their beds so as to sit closer to the cunt’s pretty little face. the fucking dicks hung inches from her lips. They were swollen and dripping with pre-fuck.

“Now the first thing you will notice, Lady Sonia is that our pricks are leaking pretty badly. That is a good sign. It means you turn us on! So that’s a point in your favor. But we are making quite a mess here, so your fist job is to lick all the string of pre-cum from our pissholes. Scoop up all that fucksnot and swallow it.”

Lady Sonia leaned in and caught the long string of Avery’s fuck slime on her little pink tongue. She scooped it up into her mouth and swallowed. It tasted gunky and slimy. She crawled painfully from dick to dick, licking up all the pre-cum.

“Good girl, but smack your lips more to show us how much you love our fucksnot! Make nice cock pig noises. Dudes like that. Guys want their girlfriends to be complete fucking cock pigs! The more dirty and slutty and piggish you act and sound, the more the guy will get tuned on.”

“Look at our big beautiful dicks, Lady Sonia bitch. That is what ever cunt dreams about! Big dicks to suck on and serve. And you, lucky cunt, have got four of them! Remember, Bitch, what hangs between a guy’s legs is the only thing that matters in the whole fucking world.”

Avery laughed. “Lars is right, Lady Sonia. What they teach you in school is bullshit. Girls aren’t supposed to have careers or go to college. Girls are supposed to suck dick! Suck dick and get fucked. That is the only career a cunt needs. That’s why God gave us dicks and you holes! Your job in life is to service Cock! Now give each dick a nice big kiss right on the wet piss hole!”

The little girl kissed the gaping leaking pissholes of the four gigantic lust bloated hunks of fuckmeat. She was learning what life was all about.

“Now go from dick to dick and lick each of them all over, from the root to the tip. Get them all nice and wet and covered with your baby girl spit.”

While the little angel licked Avery’s fat fucker, Ten Cent moved in and started to slap her cheek with his big black prick, leaving pecker tracks on her delicate white skin.

“Please Avery, I can’t think straight. The pain in my pussy is too much. Please….”

“Just shut the fuck up and concentrate on your cock licking, or we will give the cunt stretcher another twist! That’s it, baby. Lick all over that dick. Dick licking little grade school Cunt! Oh yah, now go to the next dick. Gobble that dick. Show us how hungry you are for cock! Fucking cunts your age are always hungry for cock! Can’t get enough of it, can you? The little pricks of the underdeveloped boys in your school can’t satisfy you hungry twats anymore, can they? You need thick fat high school and college dick! Well, don’t you worry. We are going to take some nice pics of you sucking our dicks, and then we are going to make little cards with your photo on and the words, “I am a slut, please let me suck your dick and fuck my cunt and asshole!” And we are going to make sure every single boy in your school in grades six, seven and eight gets one. And we are also going to pass them out in the high school next to your school. You are going to be one popular baby slut!”

While she licked Ten Cent’s big black dick, Lars and Jeff held their leaking pricks over her face, so their pre-cum ran down over her forehead, eyes, nose and mouth. It dripped from her chin.

After she had licked all four dicks, she was told to start again and this time suck the dicks.

“Now, here is where you have been slacking off, Bitch. While your lips suck the dick, your tongue should be massaging the underside of the prick. Remember your job is to make us feel good! To make our dicks feel good! Work that dick in your mouth. make sure you get cock slop in every corner of your mouth, up in your gums, under your tongue… get some prick hair in between your teeth. You FUCKING BICH, SUCK OUR DICKS! By the end of today, we want to be able to get two dick heads in your mouth at the same time. Suck our dicks way down. Let our dicks fuck down into your fucking useless throat.Oh fuck, fellas, this bitch has a tight fucking throat! It’s like a fucking velvet glove. Holy fucking shit! Suck me you Twat. You fucking Cum Dump! Suck my dick. Suck my dick! At school, you will be sucking ten to twenty dicks a day, every fucking day! We’re going to make sure the boys know what you are for. We follow up on our camp kids to make sure they apply what they learned at camp!

“Hey, isn’t this the bitch who always carries that fucking barbie doll around with her? I’ll bet we could shove that Barbie Doll right up her cunt and make her walk around like that!”

“And we’ll shove another one up her asshole! Maybe a Ken Doll!”

“I don’t think, Barbie is fucking Ken any more. I think there is some new doll! Get with it, man!”

The four muscular jocks were not rubbing their leaking dicks all over the face of the hysterical little girl. She went from dick to dick, sucking and licking. Her face was covered with cock leak.

“The balls, don’t forget to lick our balls, Bitch!” The little girl transferred her mouth and tongue to the hairy swinging fuck sacks of the jocks. The guys stood around her now, jerking on their own dicks, cock slop pouring onto her face as she licked the sweaty scrotums and tongue the nuts in the fleshy bags.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it Hole? That is what you fucking want. Oh yeah, she loves to lick nuts! She loves to suck a guy’s eggs! I’ll bet she is a first class ass sucker too!”

“Well, we’re going to find out. We got the whole fucking day to play! Are you happy, Lady Sonia?”

Avery and Lars sat on the steps of the cabin watching little blond Bobby Slattery in the dirt in front of them. Both Avery and Lars were bare assed naked. Their huge flaccid dicks hung over low loose balls between their strong muscular teenage thighs. It was difficult to understand how jocks like Avery and Lars were able to function with dicks that big and thick. They must be aware of the hunks of fuckmeat hanging between their legs all the time. Most guys are not constantly aware of their pricks, but guys like Avery and Lars must always feel those fleshy clubs swinging down there. No wonder they were in a constant state of fucklust. The cockheads alone were the thickness of the bottom of a beer bottle. And by this time, Mid-Summer, most of the little girls and boys had been fucked by those humongous tools. Avery and Lars and the other counselors at what they called “Fuck Camp” loved to abuse children. They love to make them hurt and to turn them from innocent little kids into mindless fuck sluts. Bobby Slattery had resisted. Sure he had done what he had to, but he showed no real enthusiasm for getting ass fucked or for fucking the little girls. He never joined in the piss games or any of the other activities that the counselors had arranged for the kids. Bobby Slatter resisted being a pre-teen fuck pig.

Avery had tried. He had talk endlessly to Bobby about the fact that grown up boys fuck all the time. He pointed out to the kid that the most important thing in life was sex and fuck games. He showed the boy how much fun it was to stick your dick into the pussy and asshole of some screaming little girl. He had tried his damnedest to get Bobby to respect his magnificent eleven inch hunk of counselor cock. While other little girls and boys were licking Avery’s dick and fucksack, hungrily lapping at his sweaty bag and throbbing fucker, Bobby would hang around the sidelines and just watch.

That is why Bobby was currently bare assed naked and writhing in the dirt. It was a cute site. The little blond boy squirmed in agony. His thin little undeveloped body twisted in pain as he threw himself first on to his belly and then onto his back, trying to relieve the torment. His pretty little face was screwed up in pain, and snot ran from his nose as tears poured from his eyes.

“It’s you own fault, Bobby, you just don’t know how to respect a guy’s dick! We are adults, counselors here to help you, and you should show us the proper respect.”

Lars stretched, so one hairy armpit showed. God, those teenage counselors were handsome hunks. Avery spread his strong legs wider, curled his big toes and reached down to scratch one lemon sized nut.

“All the other kids show us respect, Bobby. Why are you holding out?”

Poor little Bobby could hardly hear them. All he could focus on was the burning, tearing pain in his tiny asshole. Well not so tiny any more. There was a metal cunt spreader, a speculum shoved up his baby ass and forcing the rectum open to an alarming degree. If one looked closely, one cold see the pink pure inside of Bobby’s inner ass canal. His tiny boy asshole was stretched open like a whore’s cunt! The pain was so great that he had passed out twice. Avery had casually strolled over and stood over the unconscious boy and let his big teenage counselor dick twitch, and a shower of piss had cascaded down on the kid to wake him up. Twice Bobby had been roused from blissful unconsciousness by being splattered with stinking piss, much of it hitting his pretty little face and full lipped little boy mouth. This was not a good day for Bobby Slattery.

“You just don’t join in. The other day when all the boys were told to gang fuck little Lady Sonia. They all plowed her balls deep and really had a good time. You hardly participated at all. I know your little dic hasn’t developed yet and your balls have not fallen, but that is no reason to not join in. You do want to reach puberty soon, don’t you. Fucking little girl cunt is going to help you. The other day Ten Cent (who was the black counselor) very nicely asked you to lick and suck his asshole while he was fucking one of the little girls. And you refused. Are you racially prejudiced, Bobby? Why would you refuse to suck his asshole after all he has done for you?”

Bobby had resisted. It wasn’t just that he was shy. He felt that what was taught them at this strange perverted camp was somehow evil. He didn’t want to be a part of it. But now he had no choice. He lay in the dirt, wet with piss, screaming until his little boy birdlike voice was hoarse, his asshole stretched to unbelievable proportions by the speculum.

“All you have to do, Bobby, is crawl over here and show us some respect, and we will remove the cunt stretcher from your hole. This hurts us as much as it hurts you. We don’t like to see our little friends in pain.” This was not strictly true. They loved to see the little kids tortured. They loved to see them brutally fucked and sodomized and turned into sex animals before they reached sixth or seventh grade.

“My dad will… my dad will….” Bobby screamed as he rolled in the dust.

“Your dad will do nothing. Stupid Asshole. Your Dad is the one who sent you here. He want’s you trained. He has been wanting to get his dick up your little ass since you were six! How fucking stupid are you anyway?” Sometimes Avery lost patience with the kids. He knew he had to work on those skills.

“Now crawl on over here and show us some respect.”

Finally, the little boy struggled to his hands and knees. His sweet face was covered with dust and dirt. His beautiful mouth hung open in a slack way, his darling pink tongue licking at his dry lips. With each move, waves of pain shot through his little body. His tiny toes curled, his slender hairless legs twitched, his baby ass rode high with the ugly metal tool sticking up like some kind of tail. Between his legs, his tiny pricklet bobbed and quivered, all pink and pert.

“That a boy. The sooner you do this, the sooner this horrible experience will be over and we can get back to the fun.”

“Hey, Avery, what’s on the schedule this afternoon?”

“We are taking some of the little girls and boys over to the barn to teach them how to suck horse dick.”

lars lit up. “Fuck! Today? No way man. How could I have forgotten. It’s just about my favorite day all Summer. I love to watch the mouths of those sweet little sluts stretched to tearing around huge hunks of horse cock! I love watching them screaming and crying that they can’t take it. And when the horses unload and fill them with cum, shit it’s like a fucking fire hose has been turned on.”

Bobby was at the bottom of the cabin steps now, looking up at the two teenage counselors. His face was so angelic and so innocent, that Avery’s fat dick gave a lurch.

“All right, Bobby, start with me. You know what to do.”

Slowly Bobby nodded. He understood. He opened his little boy mouth and stuck out his tongue. He leaned up and let his baby tongue swipe along the soft skin of Avery’s huge dickhead. He bathed the fat fuckhead in his little boy spit. He licked the wide pisshole. It was an awesome dick indeed. Most of the kids had never seen an adult dick before this summer, and many of them would never see a dick this large and beautiful again.

Avery knew his dick was special. He knew it from the way the high school sluts fought over it. And with the little kids…well shit, it was easy to turn them into dick sluts.

Bobby licked the dick so it swung back and forth with each swipe of his tongue.

“There you go, Bobby. That’s my man! doesn’t that taste good. Doesn’t that cuntfucker taste delicious? Your daddy wants you trained as a dicksucker, Bobby. Even though his dick is not as big and fat as mine, he has a nice hunk of meat on him, and he wants you to be able to suck it with expertise! so you are gong to have to practice real hard all the rest of the time you are here. Your daddy wants you turned into a faggot dick slut! Lick up and down my whole cock, Bobby. Get all the flavor from those tasty folds of dick skin. Your whole life is going to be filled with dick Bobby, from now on. Your dad intends to turn you into a cocksucking whore for a private sex club he belongs to. You are going to be sucking cock and getting ass fucked all day and night. He is pulling you from school, so that you will do nothing but suck dick and get your baby boy cunt stuffed, all the time. After Summer Camp is over, a friend of your dad’s, dale10, is going to train you to be a perfect little slave. How many boys are that lucky? Lick that dick Bobby. Make the big fat dick swing with your tongue. Look it’s leaking. Scoop up that cockleak, Bobby. Isn’t that delicious? That a boy! see, you can be a good boy. Now scoot down and lap my balls like a little animal, will you. Lift those sweaty salty nuts on your tongue and suck on the scrotum sack. Very gently. Always be very gentle with a dude’s nuts! Oh yeah. What a sweet fucking little whore you are gong to make. Lick my nuts, Bobby. Lick my big stinking balls!”

“Look at that little Asswipe lick. He is getting the hang of it now.” Lars said, playing with his own fat dick which was growing longer and thicker.

“Puh-ease. Please take it out of my ass, now!” Bobby moaned.

“Get your mouth back on my nuts. We take the speculum out, after you finish showing respect to our dicks!”

Bobby went back to his ball licking. The fat heavy scrotum was soon covered with little boy spit.

“Okay, Bobby, now suck dick!”

Avery could think of very few things in life he enjoyed more than getting his dick sucked by a little boy or girl. Their mouths were so fucking soft. bobby got the still growing pecker head in his mouth and sucked.

“Use your tongue on the bottom of the dick as you suck the head. Now slowly slide more and more dick into your mouth. You have such a cute little face. Your face looks so damned cute stuffed with cock! Oh man, Bobby. That-a-wayl Apply sucking, boy! Come on, you can get more dick than that in your mouth. Use your little hands to hold and fondle my balls while you suck. Roll my nuts in your hands while you suck. Now shove as much dick as you can in your mouth, then pull back until just the head is in your mouth. Then go up and down that way. Bob your cute little blond head onto my big fucking leaking prick! Jesus Christ, you see Lars what a little persuasion can do. He is getting good. Wait until you feel his face cunt on your dick!”

To teenage thugs like Avery, little boys and girls didn’t have faces. They had “FACECUNTS.” Just more places to stick their needy dicks. Avery often felt that he was some kind of sex freak. A male nympho or something. He wanted to fuck all the time. When he told some proud mom at the mall what cute kids she had, inside he was thinking how sweet it would be to fuck the shit out of the kids. To hear them squeal as they were stuffed with eleven inches of fucker! “Oh what a cute baby, you have, Mrs. Johnson!” And in his mind, thinking he would love to replace the baby bottle with his swollen leaking cockhead. Avery fucked them all. Teenagers, adults, kids, anyone one and everyone was a potential hole for his prick.

Bobby was slightly choking now. His mouth was filled with counselor dick and he barely had half the cock in. He was trying his hardest to get more cock into his mouth, but the damned thing kept growing longer and thicker. And it was leaking so badly the boys throat was getting clogged with pre-fuck.

“Bobby, you can do better than that. Do you want me to give the speculum another twist? Do you want your asscunt stretched even more? Come on now, relax your throat and take me balls deep! If little Marcy and Lady Sonia can do it, so can you.”

The boy grunted and pushed. Avery held the back of the boy’s blond head as he shoved more and more dick into the kid. The boy was impaled on dick!

“The entire purpose of this to to make my dick feel good. To show it respect. So come on, use your throat muscles and tongue to massage my fuckmeat.”

“Jesus, hurry up, will you. I gotta blow a load. I’m going to grab one of the other kids pretty soon.” Lars complained, a long string of fuckslime drooling from his fat dickhead down into the dust.

“You hear Lars, Bobby? He needs some respect too. He needs a good dick suck. Suck my dick, Bobby. Suck my dick as hard as you can. Drain my fat nuts of their baby batter. Come on, you fucking little cockslut. Show me what you can do.”

Avery was not very patient. He needed to work on those skills. He grabbed the little boy by the ears and began to brutally fuck his face. Bobby’s nose was pressed into the jock’s public hair, and he could feel the fat low slung balls slapping against his chin and neck.

“Oh yeah, Bobby. That a way. Your face feels just like a cunt. Like a warm wet baby’s cunt! Suck, you mutherfucking piece of shit! Suck the batter from my bags. Respect my fucking Dick!”

The little boy was choking on cock. His face was turning purple. His eyes rolled up in his head. But Avery was unloading now…dumping his fuckslop down the little boy’s throat. Rope after rope of fucking cum coated the kid’s gullet.

“OH FUCK! SHIT. THAT IS IS. THAT IS IT. FUCKING SHIT, SWALLOW MY CUM. SWALLOW MY FUCKING JIZZ YOU LITTLE FAGGOT HOMO COCKSUCKER. OHFUCKING JESUS, HAS THIS BOYTWAT GOT A TIGHT THROAT. IT’S LIKE THE ASSHOLE OF A SIX YEAR OLD. OH FUCK THAT FEELS GOOD.”

At last the sound of balls slapping little boy skin ceased. The dick in Bobby’s mouth grew slightly smaller as it folded back into it’s wrinkles. The big dickhead dripped a few last bubbles of cum, coating the boy’s lips as Avery pulled out. At last Bobby could breath again. He came back around to his senses. The fat hunk of jock fuckmeat swing in front of his face, strings of fuckslime hanging from the pisslips.

“Clean it!” Avery said, leaning back on his elbows.

The little boy licked the dick again, this time to clean it of fuck residue. He knew he mustn’t ever waste any precious dick fluids. He knew that from when the counselors jerked off into their food, telling them their spooge contained important vitamins.

Bobby’s breathing returned to normal. He once again felt the terrible pain in his stretched out asshole. He looked up at Avery with pleading little boy eyes.

“All right. Crawl on over and show Lars some respect. Show his big fat leaking dick some respect!”

I responded to a call from my temp agency to be at Madison and 63rd, at 9:00 am on Monday morning, for an undetermined length assignment.  Short on money I really wanted to make a good impression, hoping that they would keep me on for a while, so I showed up a half-hour early.  Walking into the lobby of the brown stone building, I was immediately met by a doorman.  He asked if he could help me and I told him I was looking for the company name printed on the paper I handed him.  He looked at the paper.  I blushed as he looked at me over from head to toe and pointed to the curved marble staircase that rose to the second floor.

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“Pardon me, young lady”, the elderly gentlemen said soberly.  “It’s just that you look pretty enough to be one of their catalog models.  Sorry again, mam, first door on the left.”  I turned away and walked quickly up the royal maroon strip of carpet that covered the center part of the ornate stairway.  The door at the top of the stairs was wooden framed with a frosted glass inset, which bore the legend Leather and Lace, Co. in gold script.  I blushed again thinking that the guard thought me to be a model for this company.  I screwed up my courage and knocked on the door.  I had to knock a second time before a handsome mid-thirtish man opened the door.

“Hello”, he said quietly.  “How may I help you?”

“I’m Sharon, the temporary administrative assistant you requested from
Ad Temps”, I replied quickly.  His face breaks into a grin.  “Excellent”, he
exclaims.  “I’m Mike Thatcher, one of the three partners for our company.  We
lost our secretary sooner than expected to maternity leave last Tuesday and the
office has been a disaster since.  Come on into my office and we’ll get through
the personal BS ASAP and then get you right to work.”  He had an engaging and
warm manner about him that made me feel like I was walking into his family home
and was being greeted as an old friend.  He helped me off with my coat and hung
it in a nearby closet that he said I should use in the future.  He then lead me
to the coffee machine and asked if I wanted any.  We each made our own and then
walked into his office.  It mirrored the man before me.

The room was paneled in a golden mahogany.  Plants lined the large picture
window.  A large wooden desk filled one corner of the office.  He ushered me
over to the plush leather couch and sat down himself in a chair across from me.
He set his cup and saucer down on the table between us and I quickly mimicked
him.  Sitting back his face lost some of his charm as he asked in a sober voice,
“You do understand what type of company you will be working for Sharon?”  I
looked at him intently, I felt as if there was some test I had to pass here.
“If you mean do I know that your company markets and sells lingerie and other
sexually related items”, I replied directly. “Then, yes I do realize what type
of company I will be working for.  But I don’t understand how that relates to
anything, I am just a temp doing her job, what could be the problem?”  He looked
away for a moment as if contemplating his answer, “Our Company makes quite a bit
more than just lingerie, and in fact what you referred to as ‘other sexually
related items’ covers quite a bit of ground.  We serve a very large clientele,
who have a wide variety of needs. We do our best to provide the products that
will let them achieve these desires.  These items include body oils, custom
condoms, vibrators, dildo’s, leather and latex fetish clothing, leather and
Velcro bondage equipment, How to books and videos…. the list goes on.”  He
looked deep into my eyes and said softly, “Sharon, the fact is that many women
are just uncomfortable typing memos and handling invoices which will include all
or at least some of these items, are you OK with this?”  I felt myself smiling
nervously, “I’m not totally comfortable about it, but yes I think I can handle
it.” He leaned forward and spoke in that warm fatherly voice of his, “Good, you
see if you work out, we will need your services for at least two to three months
and I need to know that I can count on you.”

“That won’t be a problem, sir”, I replied confidently.  “I am sure that you can
count on me.”

He looks me over closely and then nods his head as if accepting my answer; “All
right then let me show you to your desk.”  We spent the next couple of hours
going over the tasks I would need to undertake on a daily basis; learning the
filing system and logging in to the computer network and reviewing the
computerized systems.  Basically, the job entailed looking after the three
partners appointments and correspondence.  I also had to understand the database
to research things, such as pricing that maybe included in their memos and
letters.  When Mr. Thatcher left I got down to the real work of cleaning up the
mess that had occurred in the relatively short time period that they were left
without a secretary.  By the end of the day I had all of their calendars
straightened out, there appointments for the remainder of the week set up and
most of their correspondence sorted and prioritized.

“This is wonderful”, Mr. Thatcher beamed.  “I am going to talk to your
employment agency immediately, but I can tell you right now that we will want
you for the remainder of our secretaries maternity leave.”  He shifted to his
right and opened up one of the filing cabinets.  Pulling out a glossy finished
magazine he handed it to me with a warm smile.  “This is our catalog, not the
small abridged one that we send to our first time customers, but our complete
version that we ship to our more serious customers.  Please, take it home and
leaf through it so you can get a feeling for our company and its products.”  I
held the catalog in my hands with a little bit of trepidation, as if it would
bite me or something.  The cover was nearly pornographic with the company name
in gold script over the outline of a heart, which was made of a golden rope that
was knotted at the top.  Inside the heart were two pictures.  One of a sexy
blond in a lacy crimson bustier and panties outfit, complete with matching
stockings, frilly finger gloves and high-heeled red satin slippers tufted with
puffy malibu feathers.  The other was of a gorgeous brunette, wearing a black
leather corset that made her waist appear minuscule.  Besides a seductive
come-hither smile she also wore a d-ring studded black leather collar, numerous
garters that attached to fishnet stockings and what looked to be six inch spiked
heels on black patent leather pumps.  I looked into his warm eyes and managed to
say, “Thank you, sir, that’s very nice… of you.”  Making a shooing motion with
his hands he responded, “Nonsense, my dear, now off with you, its after five
already.”

I put the magazine in my handbag and went home.  I made a quick solitary dinner
for myself and ate it while watching a rather funny, yet mindless sitcom.  I
always liked the way that that slight dark haired Jewish woman wore all of those
extremely exciting clothes and yet never seemed to get a rise out of her lordly
British boss.  Turning off the TV, I rinsed the dishes and put them into the
dishwasher.  The place seemed incredibly quiet.  It had been only three weeks
since I had told my live-in boyfriend to move out and I still wasn’t used to
being so alone.  Three short weeks and everything in my life had gone
topsy-turvy.  Leaving him had also meant leaving my job as we both worked for
the same law firm.  I thought of maybe calling him, but decided firmly against
it.

A nice relaxing shower was what I needed, so I headed in that direction picking
up my soft fuzzy pink robe as I went.  The shower was warm and delicious.  I
felt wonderful as I stepped out and dried myself off.  Slipping on my robe I
headed for my bedroom and a good book.  I snapped on the stereo to a soft rock
station to put a little sound in the place.  As I went to grab my book, I saw my
handbag lying on the dresser.  I thought of the catalog and groaned at the
thought of work interfering with my leisure.  But, then another thought popped
into my mind.  That catalog was pretty damn risque; I bet I can get a few
chuckles looking through it.  God knows I haven’t had many of those lately.

I retrieved the magazine and sat down cross-legged on the bed.  I felt the
smooth glossy surface with the tips of my fingers and looked closely at the
brunette in the corset.  Her facial features, her breasts, waist, legs….
everything.  I looked at her with the truly critical eye of a woman and I was
astounded that I couldn’t find anything wrong with her.  Then I laughed to
myself and thought that’s because she looks so much like me!  Yeah right, I said
to myself.  I looked at her again, seeing the outfit this time and imagining
what it would be like to wear it.  How tight did it need to be to make her waist
that small and push her breast forward that much?  I felt myself being drawn
into the picture, as if it were hypnotizing me.  Shaking my head, I quickly
turned to the first page.

The two opened pages contained some pretty lace teddies and various types of
nightgowns.  I turned through the next pages that held your basic fair of
lingerie, including stay up stockings and matching slippers.  I paused upon one
page to see the blonde from the cover staring up at me with a wide inviting
smile.  What actually had caught my attention was that she was wearing a short
baby blue silk nightgown that I owned!  I looked at the picture closely, which
showed two views of the short nightie; front and back.  Yes, I was 90% sure that
I was right.  I went to my dresser and opened my lingerie draw.  The sweet scent
of potpourri greeted me.  I found the little gown and looked for the label.
Sure enough, Leather and Lace, Co. was stamped on it.  I had brought this in a
local lingerie store so I guessed that not all of their business was done
through catalog.

I looked back at the brunette in the magazine and then at the slight silk slip
in my hands.  What could be more appropriate than looking through the companies
catalog with one of there own creations on?  I shrugged out of my bathrobe and
raised my arms, letting the baby blue silk slide down over my still warm
breasts.  The material clumped just above my firm mounds and I then remembered
the band of elastic that was worked into the soft material and supposed to be
placed right below my chest.  Using both hands I gently pulled the bottom of the
material downward until my breasts slid properly into place.  Ohhhh, I murmured
to myself, as the soft silk rubbed against the tips of my nipples, giving me an
exciting little shock.  I arranged the dress properly; putting the spaghetti
straps parallel to each other, reseating my firm breasts in the barely
concealing silken triangles and smoothing out the remainder of the material that
barely covered me to my crotch.  I looked in the mirror over the dresser and
posed like the woman in the catalog.  I worked until I really got the
come-hither look in my eye and the appropriate thrust forward of my breasts and
tilt to my hips.  Damn, I do look like that brunette on the cover!

I hopped back onto the bed and continued to look through the catalog.  Next came
the more provocative lingerie; bustier’s, corsets, push up bras, crotch-less
panties and some really wild costumes.  There was the standard French maid and
Playboy Bunny outfits, but there was also Arabian Belly dancer costumes, genie
outfits and some strappy spandex creations that I wasn’t totally sure could be
put on without help.  Next were some extremely far out creations, made
exclusively of either leather or latex.  All of these were very form fitting and
extremely provocative.  Fetish Wear was the label used at the top of the page.
The women all looked like they were poured into these outfits.  It couldn’t be
comfortable I thought, until I spotted the brunette again and sure enough she
was sporting a wide smile.  Now, I know models are supposed to smile, but hers
seemed really genuine.  So I revised my estimate on the clothing’s comfort level
and moved on.

Shoes were represented in many shapes and colors.  Almost all of which could not
be found in your standard shoe store.  There were boots, pumps, sandals and
slippers, most of which sported heel heights of four inches or more.  It was
easy to see where the high heels from the cover had come from.  Following this
were the normal range of dildo, vibrators and body oils.  I didn’t look to
closely at these items as I continued to flip the pages.

Bondage Equipment labeled the following pages and I was actually amazed at how
much there was of it.  Leather and Velcro wrist and ankle restraints and collars
in many different sizes and colors.  I was further astounded at the variety of
different ways they had found to make a gag!  Balls, plugs, rings and even
penises were used to fill the poor young ladies mouths and throats.  One of the
pictorial sales pitches showed a series of pictures representing the proper
application of a large red ball gag, and there she was again.  The brunette held
the ball against her coffee painted lips; her eyes seemed to twinkle with
anticipation.  She opened her mouth to its full extent, but the ball refused to
go past her pearly whites.  Using the tips of the fingers on both hands she
pushed the ball behind her teeth in the next panel and then buckled it behind
her head.  Finally in the last panel she faced the camera full on, the red ball
distended her coffee covered lips obscenely wide.  The leather of the strap bit
into each cheek tightly, but through all this you could see the excitement in
her eyes.  Her excitement seemed to flow into me and I could feel myself
beginning to respond to the erotic image… whoa, I said to myself and returned
to flipping pages.

Toward the rear of the catalog were magazines, books and videos dealing with the
entire gamut of sexual desires and fetishes.  I really wasn’t looking closely
when all of a sudden something caught my eye.  It was a picture of Mr. Thatcher
dressed in a classy dark jacket, shirt and slacks outfit.  This was not the
remarkable part of the picture though.  His picture was on the cover of a VHS
tape entitled ‘Bondage 101′.  In his hands he held a leash that was attached to
the collar surrounding the neck of the beautiful brunette from the cover, who
was kneeling at his feet!   Her hands were bound tightly behind her, yet she
looked up at his face with what I can only describe as…. adoration!  I began
to meld with the picture once again, imagining myself in the brunette’s skimpy
custom, kneeling at this strong man’s feet.  I began to get hot and my hands,
moved to my vagina without me thinking about it.  I had not put any panties on
and the nightdress had ridden up my thighs, so there was nothing to slow me from
reaching the ever-increasing warmth between my lower lips.  I felt the heavy
leather collar as it rested upon my shoulders. The tight bodice of the corset
that thrust my breasts upward and whittled, down my already slender waist.  The
heavy manacles on my wrists, which kept them from reaching out to touch the
incredibly sexy man before me.  Finally, I felt my feet arched to the amazingly
high heel of my black leather pumps.  “Ohhhhhh, Ohhhhh”, I moaned as I closed my
eyes and lay back against the bed.  My fingers rubbed briskly against my clit,
sliding into the folds of skin to find the true tender spot.  Those wonderful
digits of mine moved even faster setting me on fire and building me up to an
incredible climax.  I found myself arching my hips against my fingers, pushing
my pulsating pussy against them even harder.  Oh, and then I came and I came and
I came…  My body jerked and my hips rotated upon their own over excited
volition.  Hmmmmm, yes, it was glorious.  I felt warm and as happy as a sated
cat.  I lay there in my golden glow, thinking that it had never been this good
with old what his name… and then my body stiffened and my eyes popped open.

I finally realized what had just happened.  I had fantasized about being the
women in the picture bound at my boss’s feet and this was the result!  Oh, God
what am I doing.  I quickly calmed down and rationalized the situation.  Men cum
to pictures of naked women in suggestive poses all of the time, why shouldn’t I
be able to do the same?  No it wasn’t your standard fantasy, but surely it was
just an aberration.  With that thought in mind, I cleaned up the room, putting
the catalog back in my bag and went to sleep.

The next day went quietly and mainly uneventfully.  My duties kept me busy
enough so that I did not need to reflect to often over what had occurred the
previous evening.  Answering phones, sorting memos and arranging calendars were
simple yet exacting tasks, especially when handling three different superiors.
Almost all of my communication with them seemed to be through are computerized
E-Mail system.  I saw Mr. Thatcher in passing, moving from meeting to meeting.

The other two partners were out of the office again today, but I was amazed at
the amount of work that they would have me handle via E-mail and fax.  The law
firm that I had worked for previously barely used their E-mail system and
everything was still done the old way, face to face.  I was also surprised at
how cordial they both were in their requests and their hopes that I was enjoying
working for the company.

That evening, alone in my apartment, I couldn’t hold off thinking about the
night before.  What had I been thinking of?  I did my normal evening workout and
than ate my dinner, while I watched jeopardy.  My thoughts strayed to the
catalog, and I said to myself, ‘You don’t want to go their girl friend’.  I
tried hard to put the whole thing out of my mind.

That proved to be impossible.  The catalog was like a magnet to my thoughts.  I
knew that I had to look at it again and find out what and how it was having this
effect on me.  Finally I broke down and retrieve it from my bag.  Turning off
the TV I turned on the stereo, pushing the pre-set button that turned me to a
local classical music station.  I was hoping that the soothing music would allow
me to examine the magazine-like catalog in a library like environment.

Rather than adjourning to the site of the previous evenings uncertainties, I sat
down on the couch in the living room.  My hair was still wet from my shower so I
smoothed at back against my head so that no loose drops of water would fall on
the magazine.  I left my fuzzy bright pink bathrobe on this time and tucked my
pink Isotoner slippers under my rear end as I settled myself.

Opening the magazine I looked at each of the catalogs offering more closely than
I had the night before.  Trying to be as clinical as possible, I read through
each products attributes.  I read the small articles that they included to
inform for their readers concerning the differences, between different fabrics.
Cotton, nylon, satin, silk all had their differences in feelings they conveyed
to the wearer’s body.  They seemed to be subtly pushing women buyers toward
choosing the more expensive fabrics.  The closing of the article stated that no
matter which fabric was chosen, that any of these creations would ‘warm their
partner’s heart’.  I didn’t think that that was the part of the person’s partner
that would be warmed, but I did agree that satin and silk had a move exciting
feel than nylon.

The lingerie section was rather lengthy and it took me quite awhile to read
through it all.  In a way it was the most comfortable part of the magazine for
me to read, because I already had experience in the area.  Even the fetish
clothing and heels didn’t faze me.  No I had never worn clothes exactly like
that or heels that high, but their basic task was still to turn on the person’s
lover and this I did understand.  I had numerous times purchased dresses, skirts
and blouses cut more provocatively than modesty dictated simply to please my
male suitors.  Just last New Years I wore a strapless satin mini dress that
showed off a good portion of my breasts and had a hem the extended barely four
inches past my crotch.  The black strappy sandals that went with the dress
sported a very high heel, so yes these products I could relate to.

The ‘toys’ section of oils, creams, condoms, didlo’s, vibrators, etc., I decided
to skip through.  I had never used any of them and since I had basically always
had a boy friend I had never seen the need for the more female oriented items.

I slowed at the ‘bondage’ section and worked through the extensive array of
leather goods.  There were many items that without the aid of the pictured model
wearing them, that I would not have been able to tell you what they were or what
the purpose was.  There were sets of straps that immobilized the torso, legs or
entire body.  Leather sleeves and straight jackets.  My head began to spin with
the multitude of bondage permutations that all of these different types of
bindings would allow.  How many people were using these items that necessitated
such a large selection?  I had previously thought that only the biker and gay
crowd got into this type of scene.  But, the articles that accompanied this
section were aimed at seemingly normal people.  There was even a few letters of
glowing endorsements, all of them from what I would refer to as ‘normal’ people.

One from Jenny R. in Scottsdale, AZ., stated that she was the mother of two and
that bondage and particularly Leather and Lace’s fine products had saved her
marriage.  The free catalog and a few purchases had led her and her hubby into
an exciting fantasy world that they both could share and enjoy.

There was also the pretty brunette to consider.  Her image graced many of the
publications, pages and in every one of these pictures she looked happy,
serene… content.  Yes, that would be how I would describe her!  Even in the
picture on the video cover where she was kneeling at Mr. Thatcher’s feet, she
looked content and satisfied with her situation.

These thoughts began to shake me from my clinical reviewing techniques and make
it much too personal.  I decided that was enough for now and went to bed.  I
tossed and turned for a bit, while my mind roiled with questions, but I finally
fell into a fitful sleep.

On Wednesday I met the one of the two remaining partners and was surprised to
find that she was a woman.  Every bit of correspondence that I had handled for
her was addressed to L. Grant.  I had always assumed that the ‘L’ stood for
Larry or Lou (as in Lou Grant of Mary Tyler Moore fame).  Lady Sonia was a very
good-looking lady in her late thirties who always dressed perfectly.  Custom fit
suits, long form fitting skirts with boots or high heels.  She seemed a bit
brusque when we were introduced, but later seemed to soften towards me. She even
took time to show me the “product closet” which was really better classified as
a small storeroom.

“I don’t know your inclinations my dear”, she said pleasantly, but this room
should be able to satisfy any that you may have I blushed fiercely, but said
nothing.  “You really should spend some more time with our products, so that you
know what we are talking about when we refer to a certain item.”  Lady Sonia had a
pointer like rod that she seemed to always be carrying.  Using it she sorted
through some plastic looking bikini briefs.  With a flick of her stick it flew
from the table and into my quickly responding hands.  “Edible underwear”, she
informed me.  “Go ahead take a bite, it won’t hurt you.”  Tentatively, I did
take a little nibble.  “That’s actually pretty good”, I said in surprise.
“Apple cinnamon, but it’s really not the “in” thing this year.”  She pointed out
some other items, like the sexy French maid costume and the sky-high heeled
pumps and sandals that were consistently in demand.  I had seen all of these
items in the catalog, but somehow being near them was making me terribly
anxious…. exited.

Next she pointed out some top-half mannequin bodies that were encased in
extremely tight-laced corsets.  “These are custom made to each individual and
you would be surprised at how many of them are ordered each year.  Literally
thousands, my dear.   You see there isn’t a body in the world that one of these
custom fitted wonders can’t help to look better.  The stomach is tightened, the
back straightened and the breast thrust forward and upward.”  As she spoke her
wand followed the path of her words up my hips and into my narrow waist, then up
and over the top of my firm breasts.  It suddenly became very difficult for me
to breathe.  I could feel my nipples harden beneath my purple silk blouse and
the heat build between my legs, as I looked down at the tip of her baton which
still rested on the top of my breasts.  She continued frankly staring at my
body, then suddenly and somehow non-chalantly the stick was lifted and she
turned away.  “Actually”, she said over her shoulder.  “It would be difficult to
enhance your figure my dear, but…” Lady Sonia looked back at me with a devilish
smile, “there is always room for improvement.”  I started to breathe again as
she continued about the room.  I wasn’t sure what she had done to me, but the
sexual tension in the air had been as thick and sweet as honey.  I could almost
see my body through her eyes flowing into one of these tightly laced satin or
leather corsets…

I was lost in my musings when a box was thrust lightly into my mid-section.
“Now this is the hottest seller of the year”, she informed me.  I looked down at
the box and saw that it was a complete ‘beginners’ set of Velcro bondage
restraints and straps.  “Yes, this is really a wonderful item.  In fact it is
the perfect gift to add spice to an existing relationship or excitement to a new
one.   The really wonderful thing about these Velcro restraints is that one or
the other of the partners in the relationship can put themselves into
self-bondage before their lover arrives.  Think about it…” It was again
becoming impossible to breathe.  Lady Sonia opened the box in my nerveless hands
and sorted through the enclosed items.  “You strip down naked”, she continues,
“or my personal favorite dress up in some really sexy lingerie, like a form
fitting bustier, hose and heels.  Then you lay down on your bed and use the
ankle restraints to spread your legs toward the respective corners.” She holds
up one of the restraints to show it to you more closely.  “It’s really simple to
use, just close the Velcro fasteners around the leg of the bed and then shorten
the strap to the proper length, lastly you slip the smooth nylon cuff around
your ankle.  Ankles are a cinch, no pun intended”, she informed me, “but the
wrists are a little more difficult.”  Her eyes are intent upon the contents of
the box, but I can’t help but feel that she has some spell over me.  I literally
can’t move and the growing fire between my legs must be making my panties wet.
“The first wrist is easy, but the second requires a little more coordination.”
My breathing is coming in short breaths and I am sure that at any minute Lady Sonia
will notice my distress.  God, what would she think of me.   Fortunately, she
continued non-pulsed, “You shouldn’t put on the wrist restraints just yet
though, or you would not be able to use some of the best parts of the kit.
First you should pop in the ball gag, as it needs both hands to apply properly.”
She dangled the ball gag up before my eyes with the buckle perched on the end of
her baton.  She studied the large yellow ball and the thick black strap.
“Sometimes you have to push a little bit to get the ball behind your teeth.”  I
nodded my head knowingly remembering the pictures in the catalog.  As she
returned the ball to the box it brushed my cheek and I almost involuntarily
opened my mouth to except the huge foreign object.  “Next, you should bind your
first wrist.  But, before you bind your last you should slide on the Pe Est Ta
La Resistance… the satin blindfold.  Ahh….” she said softly.  “Imagine your
boy friend coming home and finding you, his beautiful present, neatly wrapped
and bound upon your bed. Let me tell you, my dear, you will not be going to
sleep early on that night.”  She laughed and closed the lid of the box.  I went
to place it back on a shelf and she laughed again.  “No, no, my dear, you keep
it”, she said with a warm smile.  “You do like I said with your boy friend, it’s
my little gift to you.”  I still hadn’t gotten my breathing back to normal and
as I started stammering out an unintelligible uttering.  My mind raced I
couldn’t possibly take this…. I don’t even have a boy friend anymore…
Lady Sonia pooh-poohed my meaningless refusals and reached below a counter to
retrieve a large plain brown shopping bag.  She deftly took the box form my
hands and put it in.  She plopped the handles of the bag around one of my still
out stretched hands and said, “That’s all right, you don’t have to thank me, my
dear.  In fact we encourage our employees to use and experiment with our
products.  What better advertising can we get than a glowing recommendation from
one of our workers to their friends?”  My soundless mouth finally closed as I
thought over the veracity of this last statement.  “To that end we make this
room available to everyone in our employ.  You can generally keep anything in
the room, with the limitation that you may only take up to two hundred dollars
of product per month.  For the some of the more expensive items, like the
corsets and boots, we do allow for a certain amount of borrowing.  It really
very easy, just log in to the computer at the door and recorded your purchase.
The price, at cost, will be credited against your balance and that’s it!”  As
fast as she could speak she completed the transaction, proving exactly how easy
it was.

Lady Sonia took me by the arm and led me back to my desk.  “Well, that was
enjoyable”, she smiled.  “Sometimes I get so involved in the business aspects of
it all, that I forget the more personal side of our trade.”  She smiled and then
returned back to business, “Opps, I almost forgot.  Don’t forget to get that
letter to Emerson out before the end of the day.” Consulting her watch, she
continued, “You had better hurry, it’s already half past four.”  Turning on her
heel she strode back purposefully to her office.

I was still basically numb, from what had happened in the storeroom.  Beneath
the desk I flapped my short black skirt up and down a couple of times trying to
cool off the heat that had built between my thighs.  Every time I thought that I
had myself back in control, my leg would rub up against the shopping bag that I
had placed there.  Black nylon rubbing against brown paper somehow created quite
a strong electrical shock in my hungry sex.

Groaning inwardly, I took some deep breaths and got down to work.  I had to
correct the letter for Lady Sonia.  She had dictated it into her voice recorder and
I had put it down on paper exactly as she had said it, but when she looked at it
on paper she decided that she wanted to move things around and re-word some of
the sentences.  I was extremely used to this after working in a law office for
almost two years, so it was easy to immerse myself in my work.

At the dot of five Lady Sonia was there, fortunately the printout was emerging from
the laser printer just at the same time.  She quickly read through it.
“Perfect, my dear”, she stated.  “Just get it into the last mail and your
finished for the day.”  She looked me in the eye and winked.  “Then go home and
have a pleasant evening.”  I blushed profusely, lowering my eyes to avoid her
gaze, but ostensibly to fold the letter and seal it into its waiting envelope. I
dropped the letter into the mailbox outside the office and hurried home.

I didn’t know what to do with myself when I got there.  The box in the shopping
bag taunted me.  It was like it was calling to me.  Come… come play with me.
I took it off the kitchen table and put it in my bedroom closet.  Needing to get
sex out of my head I slipped into one of my workout outfits, put a sweatband
about my forehead and started one of my more demanding aerobic videotapes.  By
the time the tape ended I was breathing heavily and sweating hard.

Stripping tiredly from my soiled clothing I dropped them into the hamper and
took a warm shower.  The warm water was wonderfully refreshing.  My relaxing
mind started to think about the box in my bedroom closet.  What good is it I
thought dejectedly to myself; I don’t have anyone to share it with.  I knew I
would have to do something though.  Every time I thought about the beginner’s
bondage set a knot would form in my stomach and an impossible level of
excitement would well up within me. Each time it became difficult to breathe…
I had to do something!  While I was blow drying my hair an idea hit me like a
physical blow.  It was what Lady Sonia had said; a person could put herself into
bondage using this kit, ostensibly to wait for her lover.  Well, there wouldn’t
be any lover coming tonight, but that didn’t mean that I couldn’t try out the
restraints and other stuff on myself!  I finished drying myself off quickly and
raced naked into the bedroom.

I grabbed the box and opened it, swiftly spilling the contents onto the neatly
made bed.  The bed was a full sized four-poster so it was easy to find places to
attach the wrists and ankle restraints.  As described, by Lady Sonia and in the
instructions, I shortened the straps so that they would hold me spread to the
four corners of the bed.  Looking down upon my completed work, I began to get a
little scared.  What was I leading myself into?

Deciding that I had to take some time and really think through what I was doing,
I thought back to Lady Sonia’s impassioned description of earlier in the day.  She
had said something about strapping yourself down naked, or her personal favorite
in a bustier and panty outfit.  I had one of those I thought to myself.  I had
brought it looking to bring some excitement into my previous relationship.
Unfortunately I purchased it during the basketball playoffs and he never even
turned from the set to see me in it standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
Before he had come to bed for the evening, I had wrapped it back up and slid it
into the back of my lingerie draw.

I removed the wrappings and lay the baby blue bustier which black lace trim down
on the dresser.  The matching panties, stockings and even the frilly finger
gloves followed.  By taking my time in dressing and pampering myself, I felt
that I would have plenty of time to think through what I was doing.

I slipped on the lacy G-string like panties.  My dark bush showed plainly
through the thin nearly transparent material.  I brushed my wavy auburn hair out
so that it shinned with red highlights and wrapped itself around my eager face.
Remembering the brunette in the catalog, I used a coffee colored lipstick and
brown toned eye shadows to compliment it.  I put just the faintest hint of rouge
on to highlight my cheekbones and then sprayed on a little White Shoulders.  I
was doing everything that I would do as I prepared myself for a lover.  These
simple motions, things that I had not done in quite along time, were making me
hot.

I snapped myself into the tight confines of the soft blue bustier.  Except for
the black lace trim I could see right through the transparent lacy material.  I
stared at the flat of my stomach which displayed my “inny” belly button, then at
my firm pointed breasts which showed off there dark circles around the nipples.
I rearranged my chest in their strapless cups, showing off more of my cleavage
to my imaginary lover.  Unrolling the powder blue stockings I pulled it expertly
up my calf, over my knee and up to mid thigh I clipped the lace trimmed top to
the bustier’s attached garters.  Finishing the second leg, I stood and looked
into the mirror.

I posed a little and made eyes at my own reflection, but then I decided
something was missing.  I went to my closet and returned with a pair of black
leather pumps.  My party pumps I called them as their heel was almost four
inches and therefore the only thing they were useful for was party.  I slid into
them and now felt that the picture was complete.  Now I looked just like the
models in the catalog and I was perfectly ready and prepared to try out my new
‘toys’.

Walking over to the bed I sat down in the middle of it.  The white goose down
comforter which gave way to my weight, puffed up around my sitting form.  I went
to move my feet towards the corners of the bed and caught a heel in the
comforter.  From the noise it had made I was afraid that I had ripped it, but
close examination revealed that my fears were unjustified.  One to each hand I
pulled off my pumps and tossed them towards the closet.  I wasn’t ripping my
favorite bed spread for anything.  Looking down at my stocking clad feet I had
the unreasonable feeling that my outfit was incomplete and I just couldn’t shake
it.  It was also beginning to ruin the whole event.  My eyes looked imploring
towards the closet, at my shoe rack and the cubbies compartments that held
slippers and such… “Yessssss, I said to aloud in a happy voice.

I jumped from the bed and ran to one of the cubbies, pulling out my soft black
leather ballet-like slippers.  They had a padded insole and a little bow that
made them ultra feminine.  I slid them on and smiled, wiggling my toes in the
soft leather as they melded themselves to my feet.  I set myself back down in
the center of the bed feeling perfectly ready to start my little fantasy.

From my sitting position I stretched both legs towards the bottom corners of the
bed.  As I worked my ankles towards each of the ankle restraints I began to
realize that I had placed them a little further apart then I had anticipated.
Sliding down toward the foot of the bed I took the first nylon cuff in my hands.
A shiver of anticipation flowed through me.  I opened and closed the Velcro
clasp a couple of times to see how it worked.  That distinctive scratchy sound
as Velcro clasps were opened and closed began to take on a whole new and erotic
meaning for me. I pulled against the strap and found that it would hold against
all of the strength that I could muster.  Satisfied I wrapped the first cuff
around my right ankle closing the Velcro pads solidly against each other.  The
black nylon cuff hardly moved as I pulled and twisted my leg against it and its
very secure attendant strap.

The left ankle was more difficult.  I had to slide my rear end back towards the
middle of the bed and then spread my legs almost as wide as I could stand in
order to reach it.  Next I had to bend over at the middle like a runner doing
stretching exercises to grab the far cuff and place it about my ankle.  I sat
there for a moment looking down at the restraints that separated my ankles.  I
had made the straps shortest for each of the ankle restraints, thinking that I
wanted to be sure to make the bindings tight.  This left less than a foot of
nylon strap tethering each ankle to the bed’s respective posts.  I could feel
the muscles in my inner thighs protesting the abuse caused by the wide open
letter V that my bound legs formed.  I shrugged off the slight discomfort,
writing it off as part of the whole experience.

With my hands supporting me behind my back, I started to play with my new
‘toys’.  I rotated my feet from right to left, watching the interplay of colors
and feeling the sensual touch of each of the different fabrics.  The black nylon
cuffs were wound ever so tightly around my powder blue nylon stockings.  Their
was very little give in the cuffs, but each move sent the feeling of the harder
nylon rubbing against softer nylon stocking rocketing up my spine like a mild
electric shock.  I shivered and flexed my feet in the cozy interior of the soft
black slippers, revealing in the feel of the warm pliable leather that
surrounded them.

This type of slipper had always been my favorite.  From time to time I had found
them in satin, but this latest pair were made of soft kidskin.  They best
resembled warm up ballet slippers, minus the strap across the top of the foot.
The throat was a little deeper however showing off the joining of my toes to my
feet through the light blue stockings.  A little lace-string bow was formed at
the tip of the throat.  The strings used to form this bow actually encircled my
feet, holding them firmly into the slipper without the obtrusiveness of the over
the foot strap.  I loved the look of the black leather as it flexed over and
around the contrasting baby blue nylons.

I was too anxious to take any more time appreciating this beginning of what I
now realized was my first bondage experience.  Reaching to my left I picked up
the ball gag included in the set.  The instructions, showed those unimaginative
pencil-like drawn outlines of how to properly to apply the gag.  Holding each of
the gags straps close to the ball, as shown in the instructions, I lifted it up
in front of my lips.  Opening my mouth to except the cold rubber, I… chickened
out.  Did I really need to gag myself to fulfill my fantasy?  That ball seemed
awful big, I thought.  I remembered that the only time I had ever opened my
mouth up that widely was at the dentist office and that had undeniably bad
connotations.

The brunette in the magazine didn’t seem to have any problem with the gag, I
recalled.  Still needing a little moral support, I reached for the catalog that
I had earlier placed conveniently on the bedside table.  In my current position
though I could no longer reach it.  Bending and twisting my body I finally
managed to snag the magazine and flipped it open to the appropriate page.  The
brunette smiled invitingly at me, seeming to say ‘the waters fine, come on in
and join me’.

Sighing, I mimicked her movements in the pictorial.  Opening my mouth as wide as
I could, I pressed the ball up against my teeth.  Just like in the picture the
ball refused to go easily beyond my pearly gate, but I was able to hold the ball
with my teeth freeing up the use of my hands.  I applied increasing pressure to
the thick ball, pushing it into my mouth and spreading my jaws ever wider.  Pop,
all of a sudden the ball was past my teeth and into the interior of my mouth.
Using my tongue and fingers I maneuvered it into the most comfortable position
possible.  Grasping the slack straps, suspended from either side of my mouth, I
tightly buckled them behind my neck.  Straightening up, from looking at the
magazine, I realized that the gag wasn’t as uncomfortable as I had feared.

In the mirror above the dresser, I could see my reflection.  My coffee colored
lips were tautly stretched about the large yellow ball.  The black leather
straps pulled the distended corners of my mouth even further.  Yes, now I looked
just like the brunette in the magazine.

I tried to talk through the mouth-filling gag and was rewarded, by a garbled and
mainly unintelligible nasal whining sound.  Screaming into the gag produced a
small increase in the volume, but I was certain that I would be unable to be
heard at any great distance.

Lady Sonia’s instructions told me to secure one of my wrists at this point and that
is exactly what I did.  I had to lie flat on the bed to reach the left wrist
restraint, while twisting my body sideways to be able to use my right hand to
secure the cuff.  I pulled at the black nylon and found that it was as well
attached as my ankle bindings.  Rolling back, I reached out my right hand to
make sure that I could find the final strap.  I looked at it as closely as I
could from my fettered position, memorizing its placing upon the pillow and
where the Velcro pad was located.

Finding the black sleep mask at my side, I used my remaining free hand to slide
blindfold over my head and put it into the proper position before my eyes.  I
pulled the elastic strap down behind my head and released it, allowing it to
bury itself in my thick locks.  Reaching upwards I felt for the pillow and found
it.  My hand slithered upwards until it found what it was looking for.
Stretching I grasped the strap just beyond the cuff and held onto it tightly.  I
didn’t try to attach the final cuff, as I knew that my imaginary lover would not
be there to rescue me from my self imposed bondage.

I lay back soaking up all of the sensations that were filling me and exciting
thoughts that ran through my mind. My body was tightly stretched across the bed.
Even my well-toned muscles protested this unusual treatment.  Realizing that I
had made the binding just a shade to tight made me feel good, rather than bad.
Certainly my imaginary lover would not have let me get away with making my
bindings so loose that they didn’t convey at least a tinge of discomfort.  This
was called bondage wasn’t it?  Therefore, I reasoned, I should feel bound.

I pulled tentatively against my bonds feeling their unrelenting pressure.  I
could flex my legs at the knees and bend my elbows, but that was about all.
Twisting from side to side was possible, but offered me no way out of my
situation. The total darkness that surrounded me added immeasurably to the
experience.  I could no longer see my movements, so now my ears listened
intently for each and every sound that came forth from my struggles.  I screamed
into my gag, just because I could and the realization that no one could hear me.
The nasally whine sounded like a far away siren, even to my hyper active
hearing.

I thought of my imaginary lover looking down upon me.  His steely gaze would see
the supine from of a lovely young women bound spread upon his bed.  Her shapely
form enhanced by the see-through baby blue bustier, the lacy g-string panties
and the smooth nylon hose.  Each ankle and wrist tightly graced with restraining
black nylon cuffs.  Warm, inviting lips widely encircling the ball gag in her
mouth would remind him of other things that they could be stretched about.  The
black satin blindfold which would proclaimed to him, ‘I am yours…  All of
me… Do with me what you will”.  And finally the soft and thick white down
comforter that would seem to suck his waiting damsel into to its warm inviting
depths, while providing brilliant contrast to all of the other colors involved.

I was getting so hot immersing myself in the fantasy, but one unpleasant feeling
kept intruding.  My right hand that I was using to grasp the strap was bothering
me.  Partly because it was cramping a little, but mostly because without the
cuff at least loosely secured, the scene was just not complete.

Working with my fingers, I moved to remedy this situation by spreading cuff open
and wrapping it about my wrist.  The key was to make sure that it was secure
enough to hold my wrist, but still be accessible to my fingers to be opened.
Holding the cuff with my fingertips I rolled my wrist against the firm pillow,
stopping as soon as I heard the first touching of the Velcro fastening.  I slid
my fingers between the two fasteners and pushed the cuff back open, making sure
that I could get myself out of what I was about to get myself into.  Confident
that I could do so, I re-rolled the cuffs fasteners gently together.

Finished with my task and feeling content that I had followed the scene
described by Lady Sonia to the letter, I lay back and returned to my fantasy.

My imaginary lover moved to sit by my side.  Slowly and with deft fingers he
started to slowly massage my slipper covered feet.  He did not remove the soft
kidskin, but rather used it to enhance the wonderful feel of his fingers
kneading my soft peds.  His hands move up my leg to my right ankle caressing and
rubbing the taut muscles in my calf.  Firm fingers pushed into the soft skin and
stretched muscles about my knee.  His strong hands moved slowly and inexorably
upwards.  Together he uses both hands to knead my inner thighs, working out the
kinks in these most highly abused muscles.  His fingers continue to work upon my
sensitive inner thighs even after his massage had finished.  His touch lightly
caresses the satiny smooth nylons around the insides of my knees and moves
upward, till they almost touched the lacy strip of cloth that covers my
quivering sex.  I groan loudly through the gag, trying to impart to him that I
need him… NOW!  But he ignores my plea; removing his hands completely form my
thighs.  Oh, please God, let him be opening his fly!  I listen intently, but
heard nothing.  Soon his hands return, sliding up my firm belly until they have
cupped both breasts.  He expertly kneads my firm mounds sending shivers of
excitement coursing through my fettered form.  Helpless, I twist and moan
constantly under the spell of his ohh so sensual ministrations.

My hips are beginning to gyrate wildly upon their own accord.  I am hotter than
I ever imagined that I could be, I need to fulfill my sexual needs and I need it
now!  I slide my fingers beneath the right cuff and push upwards and was
rewarded by the sound of opening Velcro.  Pulling against the binding cuff, I
expected it to part, but it didn’t.  I pulled harder and still the cuff held.
Scared, but working to remain calm, I tried again to slide my fingers between
the fasteners.  Again the sound of opening Velcro, but still the cuff refused to
release me.  In all of my rolling and gyrating I must have attached more of the
Velcro than when I had started out.

Now I began to really get frightened.  What was I going to do?  I was thankful
to know that I would not be stuck here forever, because I knew that the cleaning
lady would be in on Friday and would surely find and release me.  But that was a
full day away and I was totally sure that I didn’t want to be found bound to the
bed like this, by my cleaning lady.  Frantic I really began to struggle against
my nylon bindings.  I used all of my muscle power straining against each of the
tight cuffs one at a time.  Finally I just began to thrash upon the bed hoping
that one of the fasteners would work itself loose.

Totally spent I gave up on my useless struggles and layback to except my fate.
I laughed to myself as I realized that I was now getting the full experience of
actually being bound and not being in control of the situation.  Rather than
feel sorry for myself, I decided to escape back into my fantasy.

My lover had left me this way purposefully.  He wanted me hot, raving hot, but
unfulfilled… until such time as he desired.  He kissed me about my aching jaw
caressing the sore muscles, so softly and gently that I actually became glad
that the gag was there.  His hands moved to my breasts as his kisses continued
to rain on my cheeks and neck.  My breast surged against the lacy fabric rubbing
gently against my nipples and causing them to snap to attention.  Pushing the
offending material out of the way, his thumbs and forefingers closed about the
firm bullets, which topped my tits.  He began to twirl them between his fingers,
making the sensitive tip longer and harder.  Giving them a little pinch an
electric shock flowed directly from tips of my nipples to the fire burning
between my legs.

Turning my wrist desperately in the right wrist cuff, I pushed my fingers as far
forward under the nylon material as I could and then lifted upwards.  The Velcro
opening sound followed and with only a slight tug my arm escaped from its
imprisonment as my hand slid through the half open cuff.

Not bothering to remove any of my other fetters, I sent my fingers down to my
aching cunny.  Cumming was all that I could think about.  Pushing the annoying
little lace triangle out of the way I tried to stimulate myself the way my
imaginary lovers organ would have.  Two and three fingers dived into my lower
mouth at a time.  In and out I pushed my hand until my muscles started to ache,
but for all my efforts, I couldn’t get that satisfying depth of penetration so I
changed tactics.  Moving my hand to the top of my vagina I slid my fingers
between my soft wet fore skin and began rubbing my G-spot.  Faster and faster I
rubbed and flicked that tender mound of flesh. I felt the seductive pull of my
remaining bonds as my legs and arms pulled desperately against them.  My hips
were gyrating wildly to the beat of the rumbling orgasm that was building up
within me.  A fiery path swept itself through my body as I began to orgasm.

“Aaaaaaagggggghhhhhh”, I moaned in ecstasy through the mouth-filling gag.  Yes,
yes, yes, YES, I thought to myself as my fingers continued their dance and my
second orgasm burst upon me.  More, more I whispered to myself.  I was biting
down so hard on the rubber ball in my mouth that I was sure that I would either
bite right through it or break my teeth before this was over.  Oh, God, yes…
again I came in a thundering climax.

I slowed down the pace of my swirling fingers, thoroughly enjoying the post
orgasmic warmth.  Unlike last night, this time I knew what I was getting into.
There was no self-recriminations only the pleasant thought filling my head, that
my wildest fantasy had turned out to be every bit as good as I thought it would
be.  I lay there totally spent, resting contentedly.  To tired to even remove my
bindings.

Leather & Lace
Chapter 2 – Learning the Ropes with a Twist
By the White Knight

An annoying buzzing noise brought me back to reality.  As the cobwebs of my rest
began to fade, I kept wondering what the damn buzzing was.  With a monumental
effort, I lifted my arm and removed the satin night mask.  Slowly my eyes
focused in the direction from which the sound was coming.

“Shit”, I mumbled through the gag as my eyes popped open.  The noise was my new
alarm clock and it was 7:00am in the morning!  I lunged for the noisome clock,
but couldn’t reach it.  Twisting to my left I freed my wrist and then quickly
removed my ankle restraints.  Finally I was able to silence the racket caused by
the alarm.

Unbuckling the gag, I found that I had a hard time removing it.  My jaw really
didn’t want to open far enough to let loose the ball.  Only by using my thumb
and forefinger to encircle the ball behind the strap, was I able to gain the
necessary purchase to pry it loose.  Working quickly I stripped the bed of its
nylon attachments and put all of the equipment back into its box.  The closed
box went into the shopping bag and was placed in the back of my walk-in closet.
Carefully, I peeled off my worse for wear bustier costume.

I looked at the battered outfit and felt that it had served me well last night
and it should really get a chance to be seen by my real fantasy lover.  Whenever
I find him, at least.  I took the hose and the rest of the outfit to the
bathroom sink.  Filling the basin I put in a dash of Wool Lite.  Then I quickly,
but carefully hand washed the fragile garments.  Finishing, I left them to soak
while I jumped into the shower.

As the hot steamy water revived my aching muscles, I thought of what had
occurred the night before.  I couldn’t believe it, but the facts spoke for
themselves.  Not only had I very much enjoyed myself during my first bondage
fantasy, but I had fallen asleep afterwards bound and gagged in my bed!  This
was absolutely amazing.  I had barely even heard of bondage prior to the
beginning of this week.  I hadn’t even done anything sexually that was outside
of the usual norms.  Yet, here I was undergoing absolutely incredible orgasms
while I was helplessly bound.  What the heck, was going on with me?

I didn’t have time to mull over all these thoughts as I had so much to do before
I could be on my way to work.   I rinsed out my garments, gently draining all of
the excess water and then placing them all side by side along the shower curtain
bar.

I went into the bedroom and quickly threw on a bra and panties. My make up came
next.  I decided to stay with the same colors from the prior night, as not all
of it had come off in the shower.  This way I knew that I could make it all
blend in and no one would be the wiser.  Pearl stud earnings were applied in
haste.   Grabbing my white short sleeve cashmere sweater shirt I slid it on.  I
chose black panty hose and pulled a pleated black wool skirt from the draw
below.  Quickly pulling on these items I raced to my closet for shoes.  I almost
stumbled over my party shoes and then I looked down at them and thought why not.

Despite the ache in my jaw, which had not yet dissipated, I truly felt like
celebrating.  I slid each of my arched soles into the black patent leather
heels. The pointy heels were a little difficult to walk in, but they made me
feel sexy.  And just now, that was exactly how I wanted to feel.

Taking a couple of Multigrain bars and a small bottle of orange juice, I drove
off to the office.  It was very important that I get to the office on time
because I really didn’t want to loose this job.  Kicking my boyfriend out had
been the right thing to do, but the financial reality was that he was paying a
goodly portion of our expenses.  With my job also terminated, my meager savings
had dwindled rapidly.  I had no intention of going back to my parents or giving
up my apartment and lifestyle.  Therefore, I had better get my cute little tail
to work.

Walking in I sat down and surveyed my desk.  Even though I was coming in a
half-hour early every morning, there were always new assignments on my desk when
I arrived.  I saw Lady Sonia, talking to one of the people in the art department.
She smiled and nodded towards me in recognition.  With a jaunty little tune from
Snow White running through my mind, I set to work.

Deeply immersed in correcting a memo, I didn’t notice that Lady Sonia had come up
to my desk and was looking down at me.  I flinched in surprise when she spoke.
“Good morning, my dear”, she said silkily.  “I trust you had a rewarding
evening”.  I blushed like a schoolgirl, looking down, not even able to meet her
gaze.  “It… it… was fine”, I stammered lamely.  “Yes, I suppose that it must
have been, my dear”, she continued knowingly.  “Oh, and by the way I think your
outfit this morning is particularly smashing.  I would however, button just one
more button as the black lace of your bra stands out so much against the
background of your white sweater.”  I looked down at my chest and realized that
she was exactly right.  I didn’t even remember putting the sexy bra on, nor
noticing that the cashmere shirt had been opened so low.  My fingers nervously
fastened the button.  “Perfect”, she said as I finished.  “Now just relax, my
dear.  There is no need to be nervous, believe me you are among friends.”  I
gathered my nerve and looked up at her with a shy smile.  She smiled back and
with a wave of her hand she was gone.

The Club is full. People are crammed into every corner. The music is loud. To be heard you must shout above the din, and if you get a reply you can only catch every second word – guessing the rest and simply nodding when you can’t guess. The entire place seems to be a swirling mass of humanity; some happy and shouting, some drunk or high, some just sitting by the walls watching, some lost in their own worlds. A nightclub, but a nightclub with a difference. Full Picture Set HERE

Sonias Slave 13

You are wearing a polished black latex outfit. It darkly reflects all that is around you. The hour spent polishing it was worthwhile. The latex clings tightly to every curve of your figure, not so much clothing you as presenting you – little can be seen of your skin, but nothing is hidden. It is a cat suit, hugging your body in its tight restrictive embrace. The long legs of the suit reach down to your ankles where they are meet by black shiny boots with four-inch stiletto heels. The arms reach down to your wrists where they meet more latex, black gloves go back over the suit to your elbow. The suit finishes with a tall collar that is fastened snuggly around your neck. The collar is stiff and keeps your neck long and straight. A single steel ring is embedded into the collar at your throat. At the back of the suit, stretching from beneath the collar, down your back, and between your legs is a black steel zipper. Only two zippers placed over the tight bulges of your breasts break the smooth curves of the front of the suit. Your hands are loosely cuffed behind your back. A leash is attached to the steel ring of your collar; it leads from you to me. Full Picture Set HERE or read the rest of the story

As we walk through the crowded rooms space is made for you, people step back slightly to get a better view of you. The effect is to leave you walking down a corridor of people. Men and women smile at you as you pass, a few yell sounds of appreciation. You walk tall, swinging your hips, enjoying the eyes on you, and absorbing their looks of desire. The voices filling the room are a wild international mix; English, French, German, Japanese, Italian, and Spanish. The accents are varied and uncountable. But moving through the room, the volume drops a fraction as you pass. People pause their loud conversations to spend a moment looking at you.

All around you others are also dressed for the night; some in latex, some in leather, some in lace, some in little but skin. The smell of people fills your senses, the smell of sweat and excitement. The latex that hugs your body keeps you warm and you can feel your sweat against your skin, you are sure that you smell of the same things as the room; sweat, excitement, latex, rubber, leather, sex.

A particularly attentive person would note that the swing of your step is somewhat different from normal, and given the place where you are, and the clothes that you wear, they might make a guess as to the reason. The suit hides virtually nothing of your form. It clings tightly to every curve, to every muscle. As you walk the movement of muscles and flesh beneath the suit can easily be seen, but the latex does hide some things from the casual glance. An anal plug is pushed deep inside you and held in place by the compressed muscles of your buttocks beneath the suit. A large phallus fills your vagina, also firmly held in by the strength of the latex. As you walk they move inside you, are pushed up and down, back and forth, keeping you constantly aware of your sex and how it is being used. But it is only the very attentive person that would notice, a few people seem to be aware as you pass of the reason for your unusual gait, but only very few. The vast majority of people never get past looking at your breasts, where your two nipple rings are clearly defined beneath the tight latex.

We walk through the entire club, checking each room, this is partially so that we can discover all that is happening, but also so that I may savour the pleasure of seeing the different reactions in people’s faces as they see you led past. Some people display outright envy of me, wishing that they could be the holder of the lead. Others simply appear to want to take you on the floor. Some of the women seem jealous of you, wanting also to have such an impression on a crowd. I notice that a few people are in fact following us as we move through the club, their eyes never wavering from your black shiny form.

Eventually we find a place on one of the dance floors and spend a while moving to the heavy beat of the music. I can see in your movements the way the two objects embedded in you are effecting you. I increase the vigor of our dancing to increase the sensations you are feeling. I could happily spend hours doing just this, watching your reactions. I notice that once again a space has cleared around you, a circle of people surrounds you just standing, watching you as I do.

Moving closer to you I let my hands slide down your sides, over your hips, round the smooth globes of your ass, then forward to cup them between your legs. Looking up into your eyes I press upwards and watch the expression on your face change as the objects are driven deeper into you. I know the look, but I will never cease to be excited by it – pleasure, fullness, some amount of discomfort – everything shows in your eyes. The people around us do not miss the signs and they now also share the poorly kept secret of what is beneath the latex. They to now focus on your emotions as you accept that you are now even more on show than before – previously they could see your outfit and your body beneath it, but now they have been given a window to your mind. They watch as I continue to play with you, and slowly you drop what remains of your guard – letting your feelings flow freely across your face; open mouth when the objects are forced high; glazed eyes when your clitoris comes into contact with my hand through the latex

A bolder member of the crowd steps up to me, and yelling to be heard over the music says

‘Hallo meinem freund. Ich finde keine worte. Ich mochte einen tanz mit ihrer Freundin haben? Ich verspreched, mit ihr achtzugeben. Wenn ich das leash fur einen tanz gerade habe konnte? Bitten?’

It is hard to understand him in the noise of the club, but I understand enough to know what he wants. He is a tall blond man, probably about twenty-five, typically Arian in looks. He is dressed in a tight latex top, which exposes well-muscled arms and covers a strong chest, and latex shorts that come down to just over the knee. Heavy black leather boots complete his outfit. I spend a few moments looking at him, trying to gauge him. I nod my head, then pass him the leash. I take a step back, but not far, I need to be able to step in quickly if the occasion arises. Your gaze has been on us both as the exchange took place, but now it drifts to him as he steps up to you and placing his arm around your waist pulls you to him. Your eyes widen as the force of his movement forces your two embedded objects deeper into you.

Sonias Slave 14

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For a while the two of you dance alone but soon other adventurous people step up. As each comes forward they look at me, and I slowly nod my approval. The extra people make it harder to judge, but I keep my eyes on your face watching for anything that would tell me you are no longer comfortable. Finally there are six men dancing around you, each with his hands on you, sliding them over the slick latex. One of them slides his hand down between your legs, and feels something hard where it should be only soft. He knows what is inside you and he passes the information on to the others. Now their dancing is modified, they move you and touch you in such a way as to assure that the phallus inside you is pushed deeper and harder into you. As their play becomes more physical and their hands more daring you close your eyes to them, allowing the sensations of their rough touch to fill your mind. The sight of so many men touching you, playing with you, is exciting but now I want you back, so I move back to the first man and take back the leash. As I walk away leading you, I can see the disappointment in the eyes of all the men.

We move to a slightly quieter corner of the club. I kiss you hard, the sight of the men all touching you, wanting you, has aroused me incredibly. I contemplate just taking you then and there amongst all the people. Possibly in a place like this it would not a first, but then the fun would be diminished for the night. I want to hold on to my arousal. I want you to stay in a state of excitement for hours, I want your sex to be saturated with your excitement when I finally enter you. I discard the idea. To make up for the loss of not having you immediately I place my hands between your legs and force the two phallus’ as deep into you as they will go. All the time watching your eyes, absorbing the look that flashes across your face as you feel the objects being rammed into you.

After a while we move again through the crowded club looking in at all the smaller rooms. In one a man is tied to a cross while his mistress whips his back. In another an elderly man dressed in leathers is whipping the breasts of a younger woman. A crowd has gathered and is yelling for him to strike harder with each blow. He wants to please the crowd so he obliges and the woman’s cries rise another notch. Unusually though she is not bound, she holds her hands behind her back and thrusts her breasts out to meet the whip. She could step away at any time, but does not. I think to myself that this is the most erotic part of the show, her willing and active submission. I turn to you and pull on your lead till your ear is close to my mouth.

‘Would you do this for me? Would you stand unbound in front of a crowd and have your breasts whipped?’

You look at me but do not reply. I open one of the zips at your breasts, take hold of a nipple ring and twist it. You close your eyes and open your mouth to groan, but do not complain. Pleased I released your nipple and close the zip again. When I turn back to the show it has stopped. The man is now kissing the lady who now is proudly displaying two very red and stripped breasts.

The activity in this room seems to have died down for the moment so we move on. As the night has progressed the crowd seems to have lost what little inhibitions they had in the beginning. The atmosphere seems to be half way between that of a wild party, and a B&D orgy. The air is hot. I am unsure of the time, it was just after midnight when we arrived, so it is probably somewhere about 2:00 in the morning now. The crowd does not seem like they are ready to retire.

We move back to the dance floor. Your face is flushed, I assume it is a combination of excitement and heat, I am sure that you are sweating inside the strict confines of the latex. A lady walks past carrying a whip, casually swiping at people she passes. She pauses to let a few strokes land on your latex covered ass, then smiling a devilish grin moves on. I take some time to look around the room admiring the outfits, and the lack of outfits. I decide it is time to play.

Pulling you over to me I reach out and undo the two zips at your breasts. Without the strong latex and zips to hold you in, your breasts push out from the suit. They make a fantastic image; large white breasts contrasting against the shiny black of the suit, silver nipple rings glinting under the lights. You look at me, mouth slightly open, chest pushed out. I allow my hands to reach for your breasts, sliding a finger through each ring and then lifting. Your nipples stretch as they take the weight of your breasts, I pull slightly higher and your breasts are lifted from your chest. You close your eyes, let your head fall back, and push your chest out towards me, offering your breasts. I slowly lower my hands again and slide my fingers free, then pull you to me.

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I want to watch you being fucked, having your breasts tormented, your body used for pleasure. But this once, I do not want to be the one doing it, I want simply to look into your eyes as it happens. To watch your eyes as your sex is rammed full, as your breasts are handled, caressed, slapped, tugged. To watch as your body receives pleasure and pain, as it is given an overload of sensations. I want to watch and listen as you cry out in the height of explosive Orgasm, as you cry out in torment.

We leave the dance floor, and move to one of the smaller rooms. As you move once again the crowd opens, this time all openly staring at your exposed pierced nipples.

The room is fairly quiet, and directing you to open your legs I reach down and open the zip between your legs wide enough to expose your sex. With the zip open the juice of your excitement flows out from your sex and slides in thick drops down your leg. I run my finger through it and lift it to my lips. Sweet. I slowly pull the phallus from your sex, ignoring the people who now watch. It seems to slide from you forever, but finally its huge length and girth fall free, leaving your sex open and empty. I guide you down to the floor, and when you lie spread in front of me I place my hand at your hot wet sex and slowly begin the act of driving it into you. A small crowd of people now gathers as they watch your sex absorb my hand, first my fingers, then my fist, my wrist. Once inside you I use my hand as a phallus, thrusting into you, filling you. For a while I enjoy the pleasure of the feel of you, and the sound of you as I thrust my fist deep inside you. I can feel the hardness of the phallus that is still deep in your anus through the thin wall of your vagina, it adds an extra dimension to my pleasure.

I am absorbed in my task when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Standing next to me is the man who previously asked for a dance with you. He does not speak, but just raises his eyebrows at me and inclines his head in your direction. I pause for a moment, thinking, then nod my head. He moves over and stands astride your chest and looks down at you on the floor.

‘Sagen hallo zu ihrer neuen Meister, Erklaren sie mir ihren namen mein schones wenig sklave’.

You look up at him above you. The music is still loud in the room and it is difficult to hear, but even without the noise his speech would have been to fast for you to translate. Your mind is distracted as I continue to thrust my forearm into your stretched sex, and you do not answer him.

‘Ich sagte erklare mir ihr namens !!’ he pauses and waits for a response but again you can not understand his speech. ‘Erklaren sie mir ihren namen oder ich verdrke ihren nippel !!!’ Again he stands and waits for your response, but again you cannot understand him.

He frowns and reaching down to your breasts he takes a ring in each hand and whilst lifting them high twists them. You cry out and arch your back as he lifts your breasts high by your cruelly stretched nipples. While still holding your tormented breasts he lowers his head and yells ‘I said what is your name slave !’ Finally you understand his question and gasp out. ‘D, my name is D!!’. He looks into your eyes ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben’ again you look blankly at him, not knowing what he wants ‘Bitten sie mich gnade zu haben !!!’ You do not understand him. Ha scowls down at you for a moment then jerks up wards on you nipples. For a while he pulls and twists on you, before finally releasing your nipple rings and standing up straight again, now with a smile on his face.

At twenty-something, before she met John, she was engaged to be married, but he disappeared one day. Much as she tried, she didn’t think she would ever find her Prince Charming. All of the good men were married. She was easily attracted to men. She was horny almost all the time and she rather enjoyed illicit sex with other women’s husbands. She was single and a government employee at a military installation which gave her a wide assortment of available, and unavailable men. That’s where she met John, an Air Force sergeant, who divorced his wife for her… (More Story Below Pic)

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She attracted men easily because she was quite direct in her approach…she hit on them in a shy and coy sort of way. Not romantically inclined, she loved men and just wanted something strange occasionally. She was no beauty, quite plain even, but she had a wonderful body perfected with rigorous daily exercise. She was light-skinned and purposely avoided sunlight to keep it that way. Her features were gypsy-like, dark-haired and light-eyes, taller than average.

UK Sonia was no bimbo, but she was a cunt. She would become acquainted with her lover’s wives then reveal their husband’s indiscretion. This might have given her some dark secret pleasure but it also caused a stinking uproar every time. This effectively shed one adulterous liaison in order to pursue the next. Still, while intelligent and deep, she had conflicted feelings about her sexuality and her religious beliefs. She would retreat to her pious self when unattached. She considered herself a good Christian, but when it came to sex, her weakness as she called it, she could not help herself. Often times, she said, “I’m so horny I could fuck a tree.” UK Sonia had been involved in numerous affairs by the time she found John. They married in their mid thirties.

She looked forward to joining her husband John overseas. He was in the military and by necessity left her behind until he was settled and had adequate quarters assigned. Sometimes this took months. This was not the first time she had traveled to Europe. In her younger days she studied in Spain and eagerly sought out several brief but passionate affairs. They were both mature enough to understand each other’s sexual needs and found common ground concerning their expected separations.

After months of waiting, she joined John and quickly met his military friends and their wives. They were a friendly, close knit group of people. They worked hard and they played hard, together. John seemed to gravitate to a younger group of special friends in their twenties. His best friend was a young man named Ted. His wife Stephanie was a beautiful local girl, outgoing and a lot of fun to be around . She was blonde, slim and tall, green-eyed, and long-legged. Although Stephanie was somewhat bohemian, UK Sonia found it easy to like her.

After catching up on a lot of overdue sex, John and UK Sonia’s free time was spent sight-seeing and shopping. John showed her all the places he had been to before she got there. Weekend evenings were spent mostly gathering with friends, dining and dancing. One of John’s favorite places was a small gasthaus, a pub, near their housing area. It was run by an American ex-serviceman. Gene’s Place was very popular with young Americans.

UK Sonia never smoked cigarettes, drank caffeine or alcoholic beverages. Her body was the temple of her soul. Secretly, she kept a bottle of Morgan David blackberry wine in the kitchen cabinet, to settle her nerves, she said. At Gene’s Place she would occasionally sip wine from her husband’s glass. This led to many refills for John. It was a source of humor with their friends. UK Sonia and John drank wine from the same glass.

She looked forward to their evenings out. They would dine out, bar hop and dance with his friends till the wee hours. The wine curbed her inhibitions and she enjoyed herself immensely. She knew that European women did not wait to be asked to dance by the men and took to the dance floor with each other without hesitation. She noticed Ted’s wife Stephanie danced with many women, but especially with Rod’s girlfriend, Goody.

UK Sonia learned that Goody was Stephanie’s maid of honor and best friend. Rod, one of the young servicemen in the their unit, was a big, good looking farm boy. He was shy, soft spoken and well mannered. One evening UK Sonia had just come off the dance floor sweaty and very tipsy, she sat on her husband’s lap. John mostly ignored her while he talked with others at the table. With one arm draped around John’s neck and with a wine glass at her lips she watched Stephanie and Goody on the dance floor. Then it dawned on her. Why didn’t Stephanie ask her to dance? Seems Stephanie had danced with everyone in the place but her. UK Sonia had not danced with any of the other women, since there were plenty of willing male partners, mostly John, Ted and Rod. But Stephanie had never pulled her to the dance floor like she did Goody.

When the music stopped, UK Sonia watched Stephanie and Goody make their way to the loo. She was feeling giddy and decided to join them. They were having so much fun. She walked into the lady’s room as several other women were going out. She could hear Stephanie and Goody laughing and talking with each other in the stalls. She glanced in the mirror and unsteadily poked at her hair and make-up in the mirror. She was about to say something to the girls when she realized that they were in the same stall together. She froze at the mention of her name. They didn’t know she was there.

“I haven’t seen you dance with UK Sonia yet.” She heard Goody say to Stephanie.

“No, but I’d like to get her out there and give her gorgeous ass a good squeeze. Do you think she would like it if I did this to her?” UK Sonia heard Goody catch her breath.

“No…..I mean, yes, that. Do that, yes! Hurry Stephanie…a quickie!” UK Sonia heard Goody panting; the sounds of lust were unmistakable. She held her breath fearing that she’d be discovered. What are these two women doing? Then it dawned on her. They’re lesbians! No, how could they be lesbians? Stephanie is married to Ted, and Rod is Goody’s boyfriend. But they certainly were engaged in sexual misbehavior, she thought. She could hear them moaning softly. And UK Sonia’s breasts were swelling like they do when she’s horny. Oh, my god, this is turning me on! UK Sonia’s hands grasped at her hardening nipples. When they got like that they required attention. She thought of her breasts as the keys to the kingdom. Get these and the rest comes with it. She felt the wetness coming. She had never been confronted with a situation such as this and certainly never expected to react like this.

UK Sonia heard Stephanie, “Um! Um! Oh, Goody!” UK Sonia never dwelled upon sex with another woman. She liked cock too much. And, size did indeed matter. Her sexual preferences dwelled on cock. There had been a couple of times when she set aside her preference for well endowed men so she could indulge herself in another of her secret passions. One of her previous lovers had introduced her to the pleasures of anal sex. She decided she had made the right decision with John, size-wise. He was large, so she had resigned herself. No anal sex in her marriage. Not since one of her brief affairs with an older and understanding married man. He was average size, but the intense anal pleasures he gave her were unforgettable.

Listening to the girls for what seemed like hours, she had unconsciously slipped one hand under her dress to her slit, pulling the panty crotch aside. She was on her way to an orgasm when she heard the door open. She quickly regained her composure and hurriedly left the lady’s room. She had just sat down at the table when Stephanie and Goody came out. She couldn’t keep her eyes off them the rest of the evening. She watched them dance closely, their hips undulating and pressing close. Their summer dresses hiding legs slipping between and into each other. UK Sonia was horny.

At closing time, Goody suggested they all head back to her apartment. John made excuses to his understanding friends. Outside the establishment, Stephanie and Goody gave John friendly kisses, really friendly thought UK Sonia, but she had other things on her mind and she was pleased John wanted to go straight home.

On the way, she was highly aroused. She was anxious to get into bed with her husband. She cuddled up close to him in the front seat to unzip his fly. John was surprised at her enthusiasm and was instantly hard.

“What’s up sweetheart,” John asked surprised at her groping hands.

“Your cock, I hope,” UK Sonia replied with her lilting laugh. She normally avoided vulgar language, but he knew she was drunk. He hadn’t seen her drunk too often back in the States, but he liked her when she was uninhibited. She rested her head on John’s lap and pulled his hard-on out of his pants. She greedily stuffed it in her mouth. She pulled her dress up, stretched her legs as much as she could in the cramped quarters of John’s Corvair and slipped her fingers into her panties once more.

Once they got home she wanted to do it on the living room couch without undressing. She climbed on top of John. After tossing her panties she sat on his lap and fucked him furiously. John had never seen her this horny. In her passion she flipped over and presented her upturned buttocks to him. She loved it from behind. he grasped his erection and rubbed the head against her asshole.

“You know we can’t do that, baby, much as I’d like to.” He rubbed his large head around her asshole and she became even more aroused.

Please Johnny! Just rub it around in there for a little bit!” UK Sonia Lee longed for a good butt-fuck like she remembered from times before
John.

Then, “No, no. Stop. It won’t go in. Just fuck me…hard!” She was at last satisfied with several good orgasms and passed out. John sat next to her smoking a cigarette and wondering what had put her in such a great mood. He was glad she was enjoying herself lately. Then he imagined what was going on at Goody’s apartment. He remembered the last time he was there and he got hard again. UK Sonia lay sprawled and out cold next to him. He fondled his penis and reached over to his wife and massaged her buttocks. She did have a great body. So did Goody, and Stephanie. UK Sonia, Goody, and Stephanie, he thought, and it gave him pleasure to think about the three. Nope, never happen. But he fantasized and stroked his cock.

Sunday morning at breakfast she was happy and eager to talk about the good time they’d had the night before. She asked, “Johnny, what do you know about Stephanie and Goody?” He thought for a moment before he responded. He couldn’t tell her everything of course.

“Well,” he began, “Stephanie and Goody are long time good friends. Goody struck up a conversation with Rod on the streetcar one day. He introduced them to Ted. Stephanie and Ted married a couple of years ago. He was assigned as my sponsor when I arrived. Stephanie and Ted showed me around town and I’ve been to their apartment for dinner a few times.” John waited for her response.

“And Goody?”

“Oh, she has her own very nice apartment on the Wilhelmstrasse. Her parents left her an apartment building. She’s been dating Rod for a while. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.” She paused. John did not press the issue and continued reading his newspaper. He remembered he still had a key to Goody’s apartment.

“Johnny, do you think Stephanie and Goody are more than just good friends?”

“What do you mean, UK Sonia?” She’s on to something here thought John.

“Last night they were fooling around with each other in the lady’s room.”

“Fooling around with each other?” He knew exactly what she meant. They liked to fool around with each other in the loo when they went out. They liked to fool around with him too, but that came to a halt after UK Sonia got there. He remembered being teasingly fondled off under the table or outdoors on the veranda at Gene’s Place by one or both of them.

“It’s unlikely that they’re lesbians, but I definitely think they’re bisexual, Johnny. Have you ever seen them together like that?”

John thought, boy have I! I wonder if that’s what got UK Sonia all worked up last night. She suspects something. For their own reasons, he knew the girls wanted her to find out sooner or later. He thought, Oh what the hell!

“Yeah, they’re lovers. They were doing it before Stephanie and Ted married, honey, you know how European women are. They’re very liberal about their relationships with each other.”

“I would hate for Ted to find out, it would devastate him,” UK Sonia said to him just before she saw the light. “Wait a minute, if you know about it, Ted must know about it, right?” The cogs were turning furiously in John’s head .

“Yes, he knows of course.”

“And he doesn’t care?” UK Sonia asked.

It’s not that he doesn’t care, UK Sonia. They like to party. They’re young. They have a good time, they’re swingers.”

“Group sex? How awful, Johnny! How can they do that? It’s sinful and I’ve never done anything like that. I don’t know if I can associate with people like that!” There were visions of flesh in her mind.

The conversation was beginning to irritate John. “Come on, UK Sonia Lee! How many guys have you had sex with? And, the married guys? Neither of us were virgins when we married. As far as I know they haven’t had sex with as many people as you have. Just together. Both girls, and Rod were virgins till they met and the girls insisted on fucking him together.”

After a minute of silence, he continued, “Ted was the most worldly of the three having spent a tour in the far east before he came here. And…” he emphasized, “you haven’t told me what you did to cope for the past five months either. I know you can’t go that long without sex.” She was speechless. John added, “Hate the sin, love the sinner, remember?” She kept quiet. He went back to his paper thinking, Oh shit, what must she be thinking?

She intended to tell him about getting laid while he was gone. Just a one night stand. Then she called the guy back for an encore. Then the other one, someone she worked with. That affair lasted all winter. Then an encore the following summer in a college parking lot. She loved fucking in public. She hated to admit it, but she needed it. Her mind was grinding away trying to absorb this new information. She had to think about this. They probably went to Goody’s apartment to fuck last night, and she wondered if John had every joined them. She had her flings because she had tired of her dildo during their separation and she wouldn’t blame him. It was so good to have John’s impressive cock again. And he was, after all, very understanding. It was Ok, just be careful, was his attitude. She appreciated that in him but losing her freedom weighed heavily when she agreed to marry him and become a military wife.

UK Sonia thought about this all week. The thought crossed her mind that she could fuck a married man without all the hostility it caused. It could happen on much friendlier terms. Much friendlier. It was all she could think about. It made her very horny thinking about sex with an audience. She masturbated every day that week, sometimes several times a day. She and John had sex every night that week like when they first met.

John wondered if there was a connection between their conversation about Stephanie and Goody and the sudden increase in her sexual appetite. She was still unaware of his involvement. The next time she brought up the subject was as she lay panting after an orgasm with John’s cock still twitching inside her.

“J-johnny, last weekend, when t-they left us at Gene’s Place, what do you think they did at Goody’s apartment?”

He remembered. Leaning forward he held her shoulders as probed her pussy from behind. He whispered in her ear, “They probably opened another bottle of wine and sucked and fucked each other till breakfast.” He remembered Goody coming out of the shower with Ted one Sunday morning after such an evening. He and Stephanie were on the bed fucking.

“W-what do you think they d-do, Johnny?” She humped back on his cock again and fingered her juicy labia. “Tell me m-more, honey. I want t-to know how they do it.”

“Rod told me,” he whispered hoarsely, “that Goody and Stephanie sixty-nine and while they’re eating each other he and Ted fuck them from behind.” He remembered again, slowly fucking his wife with renewed vigor. Long strokes, like he did to Stephanie and Goody, as he whispered his recollections.

“Oh, g-god! That’s s-so hot, Johnny! What else?” She gasped and fucked back.

John answered, “Goody likes to sit on Stephanie’s face while she sucks on Ted’s cock and Rod fucks Stephanie.” She’s getting off on this, he thought. So was he.

Rapidly and breathlessly she asked, “Rod f-fucks Stephanie? In front of Ted? And Ted fucks Goody too?” She had already figured that out, she just wanted to hear it. “Do they butt-fuck too, Johnny?” But, before John could answer, “Ohhhh m-my god, Johnny! I’m cumming!” Then, still panting, “Why weren’t w-we invited, Johnny?”

John’s eyes popped wide open. His mind raced. Maybe? “We were, sweetheart, I just didn’t think you would want to get involved in something like that with those kind of people,” he said dryly. UK Sonia heard her words fed back to her. She was exhausted and drowsy. John thought she was asleep after several minutes.

“I do now,” she whispered to herself as she fell asleep. John heard her.

What a nice young man that Rod is, and what a nice long cock he has. Cock? Why am I seeing his cock? The question was set aside as she further admired the long, slender penis with such a large bulbous helmet. In her entire life she had never been in such a pleasurable state. She felt wonderfully warm pressed by flesh like this. And a soft tongue was licking her pussy. She woke from her dream the next morning fingering her clit.

John woke to find his wife sucking his cock. When she had swallowed his cum, she wiped her mouth on the bed-sheet and crawled on top of him. She kissed him and asked, “What’s the plan for the weekend, Johnny?”

John cautiously replied, “Oh, I don’t know, would you like to ride down the Rhine River and take in a couple of castles? We could spend the night at one of those hotels along the river.” He knew she wasn’t interested in castles.

UK Sonia was trying not to sound too anxious, but suggested, “Why don’t we just take in an early movie this afternoon then have dinner at Gene’s Place? We can ask Stephanie and Ted to join us if they don’t have any plans.”

What could he say? “Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart.”

UK Sonia was thinking, I can’t stand it another day. The morning went by altogether too slowly. Before they left their quarters, UK Sonia went to the kitchen cabinet and poured herself a glass of blackberry wine. Then another then another quick one.

They met Stephanie and Ted at the base exchange theater. UK Sonia greeted them excitedly and for the first time gave them both a very friendly hello kiss. Stephanie was pleasantly surprised when UK Sonia took her hand and led her into the darkened theater. John and Ted went to fetch refreshments. They sat together in one of the back rows and waited for their men.

After a few pleasantry, asked, “Have you known Goody a long time, Stephanie?”

“Since I was eighteen. I met her when I got my first job. We worked together at a champagne factory in Mainz.” UK Sonia was still holding Stephanie’s hand in hers.

“She’s really a sweet person. Do you like her, UK Sonia?”

“I think she’s a very sexy lady. Her waist is so tiny and she has beautiful hips. And such breasts!.” UK Sonia paused, thinking how she had prepared herself for this conversation. “You’re athletic like me, aren’t you, Stephanie? I exercise regularly.”

“I try to be. And yes, Goody is very sexy.” I wonder where she’s going with this, thought Stephanie. Stephanie could smell the red wine on UK Sonia’s breath. “You’re pretty sexy yourself, UK Sonia.”

“Do you think so, Stephanie? I value your opinion. Do you think I have a gorgeous ass? Uh, I mean, do you think I have a nice figure?” UK Sonia had intended to let that slip into the conversation to give Stephanie a hint, but the wine and her excitement made it difficult to concentrate. She wanted it to happen tonight and suspecting John’s involvement in this might make it easier.

Where have I heard those words before, thought Stephanie. She was slightly embarrassed when she remembered last Saturday night in the stall with Goody.

“Ok, UK Sonia. I said that to Goody last weekend. Were you there?”

“I didn’t really want to let on, Stephanie, and I’m sorry I was eavesdropping. It’s just that I want to be friends with you, just like Goody.”

“Like Goody? Really? Just like Goody? “ Stephanie smiled at UK Sonia. “Did Johnny tell you about me and Goody, is that it?” Stephanie’s right elbow was on the arm rest. UK Sonia took Stephanie’s hand and placed it on her own knee. Stephanie wondered how much she knew.

Leaning to her left, “Yes, just like Goody,” she whispered into Stephanie’s ear.

Stephanie slid her hand inside UK Sonia’s knee. She pulled it toward her own and squeezed her thigh. UK Sonia caught her breath. Feeling UK Sonia’s lips still at her right ear, Stephanie turned her head and kissed UK Sonia on the lips while reaching further between the woman’s legs.

“Have you ever had sex with another woman, UK Sonia?” She spread her legs further as Stephanie’s fingers grazed her clit.

“I-I’ve never thought about it t-too much till I h-heard you and Goody in the toilet stall.” UK Sonia thought about what John had told her. “I’m excited about going to Goody’s apartment with you tonight!” Before Stephanie could respond, “Stephanie, I want to know if my husband has ever been there with you. But I’m Ok with that because we had an agreement about sex before he left the States. Really, it’s Ok. It excites me to think about you and John and Goody together.”

Stephanie slipped her index finger between UK Sonia’s wet labia and whispered, “He has a nice cock, UK Sonia.”

UK Sonia nestled her mouth behind Stephanie’s ear, “Oh g-god, Stephanie. I’m s-so horny!”

As the men came up the aisle with the popcorn they looked for the girls and saw them sitting in the back row. The seats rose steeply up to the back projection wall so they could only see head and shoulders, heads close together whispering. UK Sonia sat to Stephanie’s right and as they approached Ted saw Stephanie’s right hand between UK Sonia’s knees. UK Sonia sat with downcast eyes and did not look up as Ted side-stepped by to sit on Stephanie’s left. John sat next to the his wife’s left. Stephanie and Ted smiled at each other but made no comment.

Their attention soon turned to the screen and the women had joined hands. A few minutes later, UK Sonia and Stephanie had slipped their hands to each other’s knees, their arms crossing in the middle and their legs slightly parted. They were both wearing short skirts so that the men had a clear view of their wives legs and thighs. Stephanie softly caressed UK Sonia’s inner thigh and UK Sonia wasted no time in doing the same for Stephanie although their eyes were still on the screen. Stephanie’s fingers ventured further up UK Sonia’s thigh till her fingers found UK Sonia’s pussy again. When Stephanie’s middle finger found the wetness, it delved between UK Sonia’s labia and stroked the cleft, easily finding UK Sonia’s clitoris. UK Sonia’s heart was pounding and her breathing rapidly but her eyes never left the screen. She became aware of John’s hand on her right knee. She moved her right hand to fondle John’s hard-on through his pants. Her eyes then left the screen to look down to her husband’s crotch. John slouched forward and unzipped his fly whereupon UK Sonia reached inside to find his cock wet with precum. She tugged on it slowly and at the same time felt Stephanie’s bare pussy with her left hand.

UK Sonia whispered to Stephanie, “Do you always go without panties?”

“I never wear them when we go out,” Stephanie replied. “And I never, ever wear a bra. Look, feel.” UK Sonia pulled her right hand out of her husband’s fly to feel Stephanie’s breasts. Through the flimsy material she could feel small but firm breasts. She pinched the hardened nipples. It was then that she saw Stephanie’s left hand firmly grasping Ted’s exposed penis.

“You may feel that too if you want,” Stephanie whispered. UK Sonia’s hand left Stephanie’s breasts and she shifted in her seat requiring her to remove her left hand from between Stephanie’s legs. Leaning over Stephanie her fingers wrapped around Ted’s cock joining Stephanie’s hand. She leaned her over Stephanie as far as she could but could not quite get her mouth over it. Stephanie looked over at a smiling John who had exposed his cock and was pointing it at her as he stroked it. It had been a while since she’d enjoyed that handsome appendage and was looking forward to it again…tonight. Momentarily disappointed, UK Sonia released Ted’s cock and reached between Stephanie’s legs with her right hand. Stephanie turned toward her and with her left hand did the same to UK Sonia, their chins resting on each other’s shoulders. Ted and John slouched down in their seats stroking their rampant cocks. They were very pleased about how things were turning out. UK Sonia and Stephanie continued fingering each other, enjoying their first devouring kisses. It wasn’t but a few minutes when UK Sonia’s legs began to jerk and her hips hump in the seat.

Panting into Stephanie’s mouth, “Stephanie! Oh, Stephanie! I’m coming! Don’t stop!” They gave each other their first orgasms of the weekend when Stephanie followed with her own series of mini-orgasms.

When they settled down, Stephanie saw UK Sonia was still looking at Ted’s cock and whispered, “Do you want them to switch seats?.” UK Sonia’s pussy was still throbbing from her cum and was beyond the reach of her quickly eroding inhibitions. She wanted to fully enjoy the lusty moment.

“Johnny,” she whispered to her husband, “Would you like to swap?”

“Huh?” John, taken aback, wasn’t quite sure of her meaning.

“Seats, John, would you like to swap seats with Ted?” Hesitantly, she added, “Come on, Johnny, let’s enjoy ourselves. Stephanie and I have talked.”

The smiling men stood up and, facing their wives, sidestepped past them, to swap seats. UK Sonia then sat sideways, leaned down and sucked Ted’s cock into her mouth thinking, it’s not as big as John’s cock, but it will do very nicely. Ted fondled her long dark hair in both his hands till she swallowed his load.

“I want to watch John fuck Stephanie tonight, Ted. I know it’s Ok with you. You’ve watched them fuck. I want to see it while you and I fuck too.”

She looked to her left at Stephanie who’s head was still buried in John’s lap, her exposed asscheeks pointing toward UK Sonia. She could not resist putting her hand into Stephanie’s crack to feel that wonderfully bare-blond pussy. The thought of burying her tongue in Stephanie’s swollen labia occurred to her. She had never thought about licking a woman’s cunt. This was a special occasion though, and she knew she would do it before the night was over. It would have to wait till later. UK Sonia was looking forward to later.

Stephanie was thinking, this lady is hot tonight! She obviously wants to get fucked properly. She came on to Stephanie and it didn’t bother her at all giving head to each other’s husbands. Stephanie was going to make sure UK Sonia got what she wanted and have fun breaking her in to some new fun. She couldn’t wait to tell Goody. They left the darkened theater before the movie ended.

At Gene’s place, they ordered dinner and wine. UK Sonia had her own glass tonight. From the moment they left the theater, John and Ted amused themselves teasing the girls about their performance and UK Sonia’s attempt to keep her orgasm quiet. They were all feeling randy and enjoying the new found friendship.

Making sure Stephanie and Ted overheard him, John hugged his wife to him, ‘Did you
enjoy Stephanie’s fingers, UK Sonia?”

“Ummmm, yes Johnny, I did. Did you enjoy the blow-job she gave you?”

“Yes, sweetheart, she’s very good. I know Ted enjoyed your mouth too since I
know how good you are too.” Ted and John both knew Stephanie for a far better cocksucker than UK Sonia. But there was always room for improvement.

“Thank you dear, you’re so understanding,” she mockingly responded to her
husband. “But I hope the fun’s not over yet,” she laughed back.

Stephanie and Ted looked at each other at UK Sonia’s comment. Ted spoke softly to Stephanie,
“I want to watch you make her cum again; with your mouth.”

Stephanie kissed him, and replied, “I want you fucking her while I make her
cum. baby.”

UK Sonia, listening intently heard them talking about her and fucking. Under table, she placed one leg over her husband’s. John promptly ran his fingers up to her wet panties. She was breathing rapidly from dancing, but he knew his wife was aroused and drunk and that in this condition he knew she was not going to disappoint him. He was having visions of Stephanie, UK Sonia, and Goody together. He was fully erect and his wife, in her drunken stupor, repeatedly asked, “Are you going to fuck Stephanie again tonight”. He was relieved that she knew and wanted to participate.

And every time he whispered back into her hair, “Are you going to fuck Ted?”

Goody arrived. As they came in the door, she and Rod shouted and waved to the four already at their favorite table in the corner. UK Sonia watched and waved as they approached the table. She remembered her dream of Rod. She then focused her attention on Goody. God, she’s gorgeous, thought UK Sonia. She watched as Goody gave John, Ted and Stephanie the same full-mouth kisses. Young Rod kissed Stephanie eagerly and fun-like but was hesitant when he looked at UK Sonia. John knew he was shy and gave UK Sonia Lee a gentle push toward Rod. UK Sonia wanted him to like her so she drew close and pressed herself to him. He was taller so she had to stand on her toes, threw both arms around his neck to kiss him full on the lips. She could feel the bulge in his pants at her navel. They were all laughing at Rod’s discomfort and surprise at UK Sonia. When Goody was within reach UK Sonia wrapped her arms around Goody’s small waist and hugged her tightly feeling her friend’s breasts and hips against her. The image of Goody and Stephanie together crossed her mind. Goody looked over UK Sonia’s shoulder at Stephanie with a questioning smile. Stephanie and Goody could read each other’s minds. Stephanie pursed her lips and tilted her head toward UK Sonia. Goody understood.

The next thing UK Sonia knew, she was flicking her tongue back into Goody’s mouth. Goody caught her off guard, but she was so horny that she returned the kiss almost unconsciously. Goody, looking at Stephanie again reached around and placed her hand on UK Sonia’s buttock and playfully squeezed. They both screeched uproariously.

All the laughs and hugs confirmed UK Sonia had cum into the fold, so-to-speak. Almost embarrassed and eyes typically down-cast, she turned to her husband, then looked at Stephanie who was smiling at her. It then dawned on her how much John had been involved with these women. She focused her eyes on Rod and felt a need to touch herself. Before she could dwell on the subject Stephanie reached out to take UK Sonia’s hand in hers and squeezed enthusiastically. “We’re going to have fun to-night, baby! Come, dance with me.”

The floor was crowded. UK Sonia was overwhelmed with pleasure as she danced close with
this beautiful blond girl. Their hips and legs touched repeatedly. UK Sonia felt their breasts press into each other. Stephanie pulled her tight at times and slipped her leg between UK Sonia’s thighs to her mound.

The frivolity continued with wine, music, dance and most of all, anticipation. She danced with Rod and Ted and brazenly toyed with their cocks. Dancing with Goody was just about the most sensual experience she ever had. They pressed into each other in a slow grind holding each other’s ass cheeks as they swayed to the music and kissed. The others stared in awe of their wanton behavior.

During the last slow dance with her husband, UK Sonia nibbled on John’s ear and whispered, “Are you all right with this Johnny? I mean are we going to be Ok with this.?”

“UK Sonia, I wanted to tell you about Goody and…” She put her fingers to his lips.

“Johnny, I’ve wanted to confess to you too, but not now. Let’s enjoy this and go with the flow. Do you want to Johnny?”John agreed saying, “Sweetheart, I want you to enjoy yourself as much as you want. I want to see you and the girls together like I’ve seen them together.”

“Was it good, Johnny? Did they make you cum good?”

“Yes,” he replied, “and they will do the same for you, baby.” UK Sonia pressed her mons into her husband’s hardness as they danced and whispered hoarsely into his ear.

“What about Ted and Rod? C-can I fuck them too Johnny?” She was close to an orgasm on the dance floor. “Ask them if they’re ready to go, Johnny. I want to fuck. I’m so horny, Johnny.” John was thinking, I knew she wanted this. It’s gonna be good! Just about that time, Stephanie appeared behind UK Sonia and put her arms around both of them pressing her pelvis tightly to UK Sonia’s behind. UK Sonia pressed back and leaned her head backwards towards Stephanie’s face.

“Let’s go, Stephanie, I’m ready.”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Stephanie replied then kissed UK Sonia’s mouth again, tongue probing.

“Let’s go John. Let’s take care of your wife.” Stephanie kissed John and went off to find Ted.

I walked into the candle lit living room & stood still for a moment to adjust my vision. Just then she moved out of the shadows & quickly wrapped a blindfold around my head & eyes. She whispered to me as she bound the blindfold, “You are my prisoner now & you will follow my commands to the letter or else.” As she spoke I felt the heat rising in my loins, I got very excited when she grabbed my hands behind my back & handcuffed them together. I spoke in a low taunting voice, “Or else what?” Mistress Sonia walked in front of me & stood for a few moments, then without warning, she slapped my left breast so hard that I cried out. She responded in a firm voice, “Or else, you will be severely punished….” With the tone in her voice being new to my ears, I felt more heat rushing through my body. Mistress Sonia then put her hands on my shoulders & guided me down to a rather low chair. As I was fidgeting to get comfy in the chair, when I felt a breast brush against my cheek “Suck my tit you nasty little slut!” I was dumbstruck. I felt the electric jolt spread through my erotic zones at her words.

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I was loving this, I eagerly suckled as much of her breast as I could fit in my mouth. I suckled the sensitive flesh surrounding the areola & drew the nipples deep into my throat. I gobbled at her chest with such a ferocity that she had to literally rip her breast away from the seal my lips had formed on her breast. “Oh yes…..that’s a very good start you bad……bad girl.” Mistress Sonia panted, as her head slumped against my shoulder. We both took a few moments to catch our breath, then abruptly Mistress Sonia lunged at me, kissing me deeply, roughly, feverishly. Her hands ran imploringly across my chest, my neck, my hair & finally my tits & already hard nipples. I began to resist the bonds now,
yearning to run my hands across her body. She pulled her head back & laughed at me, “I know it’s killing you to not be able to grab back. But this night is all about my pleasure & you are my little whore toy. Nod if you understand this.” She paused as I nodded. “Now stand up.” I stood as Mistress Sonia began caressing my neck, then starting to undress me as much as she could around my handcuffs. Mistress Sonia pressed her naked body firmly against mine, rubbing her breasts across my own.

I was still blindfolded, but could see this sight in my mind of her round bullet like dark nipples, pressing into my flesh. A sound issued from my
lips as I felt her furry mound pressing hard against mine in a slow deliberate
motion. We begin to grind, arch, press, smash & push our increasingly swelling pussies across one another. Just as we get into a rhythm for this frontal dry humping, Mistress Sonia pulls back swiftly & orders me to my knees. I comply awkwardly, trying not to fall forward with the handcuffs still securing my hands behind me. As soon as I have my balance on my knees, I hear & felt her leg lifting on to the chair I had just vacated.

I felt the heat from her pussy at the same instant I smelled her
excitement approaching my awaiting mouth. Mistress Sonia roughly grabbed a handful of
my hair & hissed down to me, “Suck my cunt like a good little whore. This is
your one chance to get me really hot & wet. If you give my clit the attention it
deserves, I may let you stick your filthy tongue up my tight puckered little
ass. You’d love that wouldn’t you? You just can’t wait to lick my ass can you
slut? I bet your getting sloppy wet just smelling my sexy bud, aren’t you?”  I
was in agony, she was so close to my mouth, but I couldn’t reach her.

My head was straining forward, my tongue stuck out in front as a probe.
I wanted to suck her alright, I NEEDED this Bitch’s pussy in my mouth, at my
mercy. Mistress Sonia taunted me again by sticking her own finger in her pussy &
wiping my lips with her cream. Mistress Sonia gently rubbed my lips & inside my mouth
she drug the finger over my moist tongue. I sucked gently on her finger at
first, until I felt her balance sway a bit. When I knew Mistress Sonia was swooning a
bit, I sucked her finger hard & deep, she let out a long sigh & pulled her
finger slowly from my mouth. “All right Wench, open your mouth so I can fuck
your pretty little face.” And with that, Mistress Sonia mashed my face into her pouty
pussy lips & I began to suckle her clit obsessively. I sucked her clit deep into
my mouth, taking the thin skin in ever so slowly so as to not hurt her, but
enough to stretch that clit just a little bit further. I ran my tongue
repeatedly & lavishly over the top over her pearl as it engorged against my
cheeks.

She moaned audibly & her hand began to run through my hair, grabbing
handfuls & then releasing them in short jerky motions.

I continued to suckle her clit until I felt the size of it grow between
my lips & her hips had begun to sway against my face. Once I felt her hips
smashing harder into my eager face, I began to run my wet lips up & down the
short clit shaft, sucking dramatically at the base. Mistress Sonia was moaning nearly
in a song by now. She is using my hair as a steering wheel to guide my mouth on
her as she smashes her pussy on my face to please her pulsating crotch. I felt
Mistress Sonia’s thighs tighten on my cheeks & neck area, her muscles flexing as she
rode her hips up & down. This went on for several more minutes until the sweat
was adding so much lubricant that I could feel my teeth pushing hard against my
lips, threatening to lash out at her precious flesh. Mistress Sonia pulled her pussy
away & yanked the blindfold off of my head all in an amazing display of self
control.

She was wearing a little white lacey top, it was a sheer one, that
stopped just about half way down her beautiful round ass cheeks. She was a
stunningly erotic vision, her face was crimson & radiant from all the activity,
her breasts were red & heaving, poking through the sheer. Her dark hair tousled
& gorgeous in the candlelight. She looked at me coyly, as I followed her hands
running down her chest & sides. As my eyes continued to fall, I could see the
hooded clit peaking out from between her swollen pussy lips. She came to me
looking me straight in the eye. With only a smirk she wordlessly turned around &
bent over in front of me. She looked over her shoulder as she took tiny steps
backwards until I could reach the offering of her luscious ass to my approving
face. I gazed adoringly upon these globes, as her hands came around & spread the
cheeks wide open. I felt a swooning of my own at the full view of her puckered
little anus, contrasting the swollen, bright red, covered in sexy wetness,
constantly moving, pussy. Her scent was strong & intoxicating, I blew air on the
moisture of her exposed sex, she made a sound & wiggled her ass slightly.

I knew what I was there to do & my tongue began slow flat motions around
the edge of the sensitive skin & Mistress Sonia began to move beneath me. My circles
began to get tighter & tighter until I was slowly rubbing my wet tongue over all
of her ass. She was writhing against me, up on her tip toes, desperate to drive
my face between her ass cheeks. As I let my tongue make another long pass across
her tightening anus, I let my tongue drop down to the edge of Mistress Sonia’s hole.
She gasped & began to roll her hips to better accommodate my actions in this
capacity.

I circled my tongue all the way around her soaking wet opening.
Mistress Sonia pressed her sticky cunt solidly around my chin & pushed down. I knew
she wanted me to open my jaws & give her yearning hot little box a bit of
pressure, but I simply slid my tongue quickly across the opening & pulled my
head up. She grunted, waited a second & tried to smash her opening bud against
my mouth, this time I slid up in a faster motion & slammed my now pussy juice
coated tongue into her tight little ass!

She cried out in surprise & frozen trying to adjust to it. I gave her no
time, I immediately began to rock my head in & out of her plump cheeks. I made
my tongue as long & hard as I could & pounded my tongue so far into her my nose
hurt from the assault. Mistress Sonia yelled “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! OH…OH..OH
GOD…Yes Slut, that’s it, pump my asshole you dirty Bitch! OHHHH……….” I
slammed my face deep into her ass, my tongue was buried inside her dark hole
when I felt her fingers rubbing vigorously against her harden nub. I picked up
the pace then, I bob my head as fast as her fingers could stroke her clit. It
didn’t take too long. “Yes Cunt, fuck my butt. Fuck my ass with your tongue! I
knew you loved it, you are nothing but an ass slave. FUCK YEAH!!…….FUCK ME
HARDER YOU FILTHY WHORE!!! AAGGHHHH…………..” Mistress Sonia crumpled to the
floor in front of me once her amazingly violent orgasm had subsided. I climbed
back up to the chair & breathed through my mouth for several minutes.

Mistress Sonia rolled over on the rug & looked up at me mischievously “You
have two infractions that you must be punished for before we can move on to the
next level. First, was earlier when you looked at me, yes dear one I did see you
do it. And the second is for attempting to regain control during my pleasuring
sessions. You see, I love the discipline almost as much as I love having my
slaves for my sessions. Mistress Sonia came over & motioned for me to stand, which I
did. She then unlocks one handcuff, then relocked them together in front of me.
“Now bend over the chair & get your ass completely into the air.” Mistress Sonia began
with her hand, she swatted my bare ass for several long, painful moments, send
hand sized waves of erotic heat through my ass & straight into my pussy.

When Mistress Sonia grew tired of swatting me, she moved her slender fingers down to my
throbbing clit. I moved my aching crotch against her hand & she responded by
grabbing my swollen clit between her pointer finger & thumb. My breath caught in
my throat as she began to roll her fingers in up & down motions. I was
whimpering as she began to literally ‘milk’ my essence from my now pearl sized
sex. Her timing increased, I began to gasp in time with her strokes, the erotic
pleasure of it was truly sinful. She pulled her fingers away ruthlessly, I
groaned loudly in true sorrow, “Ohh.. no please…please….please Mistress Sonia..”

Once Mistress Sonia had put the blindfold back on me & reset the handcuffs to
be in the back once again, she explained the next level to me. She was going
upstairs in our suburban home to spread herself across something & I was to now
find her by using only my nose. Mistress Sonia said as she left the room turning up
the stereo to cover her movements, “Count to a hundred, then use your noses most
recent memories & sniff out sloppy cunt. Then maybe you can help me Fuck it.” I
must have reacted visibly because Mistress Sonia giggled as she left the room & my
desire had reached a frenzy at the thought of fucking her. Hell, Mistress Sonia had me
so hot by then, even just watching her fuck herself was enough to get me off
now. Count, shit I should be counting. As I top the stairs, I immediately begin
to sniff, all I can smell is the candle on the kitchen table. I move to the
living room, I move across all bits of furniture, slowly so I don’t jam my toes.
Nothing. I move to the bedrooms, the junk room first, nothing there, I am
trembling with anticipation when I enter the spare room & near the bed, I
actually catch the scent. I stopped & sniffed the air, causing a giggle in
response & verification that I was smelling her sweet fruit. Mistress Sonia then came
to me & undid one handcuff, all the while she was rubbing her hot sheer covered
body against my weak flesh. I was now resorting to internal chanting to maintain
self control from simply ravaging this cold blooded Bitch!

“Put this on.” Mistress Sonia said as she slides the blindfold off & handed me
a large dildo set into a leather strap on. I quickly attached it to my hips &
through my thighs, as I was doing this Mistress Sonia had climbed back onto the large
bed & lifted her ass to the edge. “Come here slut!” Mistress Sonia commanded. I was
standing so close to her that the head of the silicon cock was lined up
perfectly with her now gaping slit. I inched forward so that the head of the
extension was less then 3 inches from her delicious box. “I will instruct your
timing by squeezing your hands, do you understand?” I looked at her puzzled, she
then took my hands & weaved them through her own & at the same time Mistress Sonia put
her heels against my ass cheeks. She whispered as her eyes began to blur, “Like
this,” she said & squeezed my hands, pulling them forward slightly & pressed her
heels hard into my ass, forcing my phallic extension to enter her. “OOOHHhhhh
Yyyyeessss….” She hissed. We stayed in this position for several sensual
minutes, her heels pressing my hips into her open crotch, with a mere 3 inches
of the strap on’s head inside her. I was struggling to hold still, my pussy had
blood rushing through it with such velocity I thought I might go blind. Finally,
Mistress Sonia’s grip lessened & I pulled my hips backward slowly. She squeezed my
hands again & once again her heels dug into my ass, a little farther in this
time, but still holding on to it for long moments.

Was she testing me? Taunting me? Can I keep this up? Will I go to jail
for rape if she already consented to penetration? My mind is swimming with the
endorphins & becoming more insistent each stroke of the silicon cock. Her timing
has picked up slightly, she is not holding as long now, I can feel the leather
pulling & pushing against my swollen clit head. The sensations the strap on was
causing me led to my body acting on it’s own. Before I could even think of it, I
reared my hips backwards & looked Mistress Sonia squarely in the eye as I rammed that
cock all the way into her with one forceful thrust! “OOOHhhh…” We both cried
out as it slammed deep inside of her. I could feel her pussy contracting over &
over again trying accommodate the large cock. Mistress Sonia laid still for a minute,
then she stealthily wrapped her foot through my handcuffed arm & pushed me off
of her.

I staggered in surprise, then Mistress Sonia sat up & slapped my tits with
both hands over & over again, until my breasts were bright crimson red. “I
warned you that this was my show & that you would be punished. Tsk..tsk..Are you
ready to try again?” Mistress Sonia asked with her disapproving look.

“Oh yes Mistress Sonia, please don’t stop, I’m sorry, I promise I’ll be a
better slave. I’ll do only what pleases you Mistress Sonia.” Mistress Sonia laughed at me,
“Only what pleases me huh? The fact that by fucking me, your rock hard clit gets
the polishing of a life time, has nothing to do with why you are so eager to
please me does it?”

I couldn’t respond for she was absolutely correct, the act of sticking
myself into her in any way, awakens dangerous arousals within me. Mistress Sonia then
reached down & began to gruffly jerk & pull on the silicon phallus attached to
my live sex. ” Can you even feel that, Whore?!” I could feel my own wetness
sliding down my inner thigh as Mistress Sonia wiggled & yanked on the strap on,
stimulating my clitoris underneath, to the very brink. “Yes Mistress Sonia”, I
breathed, “I can feel you, very well.” Mistress Sonia then stood up & climbed back on
the bed, “Climb up here & lay on your back.” She commanded.

I obeyed quickly, she wasted no time in straddling the cock between her
cunt lips. She remained poised over me with her lips & the beautiful delicate
inner folds, clearly irresistible visible to my mesmerized eyes. “Do you like
what you see?” I nod without looking up while she began to lower herself onto
the dildo, the vision was stunning. Mistress Sonia glided her muscles up & down the
thick, slick shaft, the sounds of friction & moisture adding to the overall
senses overload. I was torn between her alluring bouncing breasts & the enticing
sights & sounds of my clit extension being enveloped by her mysterious flower.
Mistress Sonia slowly slide herself up & down on top of me, until she had the whole
thing buried inside of her. I made my hips rise ever so slightly to meet her
hips. She closed her eyes & sucked air through her teeth as she settled on my
lap. “Now hold still.” Mistress Sonia said sharply. Then we held the position for
several long pleasurable minutes. Soon Mistress Sonia’s hips began a slow grinding,
that pressed the flesh into my now enraged clit. I didn’t think I could hold out
much longer, the waves of impulses flowing from my sensitive nerve endings were
overwhelming. Her smooth hands began to play with her nipples, as I watched in
silent enrapture. Then my eyes followed her right hand as it dipped low &
slipped across her clit. She jerked slightly once she made contact & that jerk
caused a deep twitch inside of my crotch. Soon her fingers were playing across
her swollen clit like she was strumming an instrument.

Before I could take it all in, she began to raise her hips slightly,
then she dropped back down on me viciously! “Ugh!” I groaned as the first few
blows hit my vulnerable clit. “Is your poor abused clit having a hard time?”
Mistress Sonia taunted me. Suddenly she raised herself all the way to the top of the
clit. The sudden pulling of the strap on caused my clit to reach out in
desperation. I knew she would do it, even before the Mistress Sonia slammed her cunt
down quickly on my clit. “Yeah Baby! That’s it Fuck it! FUCK MEEE!” Mistress Sonia
cried out loudly as she savagely fucked my engorged clit. She fucked me fast &
furiously, without pause & without regard for me. As I watched her fingers move
so quickly across her clit, that they were simply a blur, I knew we would both
climax soon. As wave after wave, began to crash through my now aching body, my
hips rose even further upwards. Our bodies were mashing against one another in
trembling grunts & thrashing with no regard for anything! The orgasm was a
fantastic block of time, chiseled out by the Gods themselves.

We came into, on top of & completely through one another, time & time
again. She wrapped her hands in my hair, she wrapped her arms around me, she
scratched her nails across my skin, she bit into my flesh, she smothered me with
her chest, she smashed as deep into me as she could, until eventually the orgasm
began to subside & the Mistress Sonia collapsed on top of me in sheer exhaustion. The
Mistress Sonia laid across my chest for so long, I began to fear she had fallen
asleep, “You were a very good fuck, even if you do need some work as a
prisoner.” She smiled as she kissed me.

The End

This is one of Lady Sonia’s favorite stories, it goes like this. The sun came through the tall windows, flittering down between the book shelves and books softly, dancing with the dust motes that lingered in the air. It was pleasant here, at least for her; she readjusted her glasses and focused again on the text open before her. She could feel the headache growing inside her, it happened sometimes, she still wasn’t use to the glasses and the affect they had or didn’t have. She couldn’t read without them, not without asking for a headache and the current one was building because she had attempted just that. Bad idea apparently.

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Her lips parted in a yawn as she stretched in her chair, her plain white button up blouse straining over her generous bosom as her legs uncoiled from beneath the chair her sweetly curved bottom rested in. Spencer’s Fairy Queen was interesting, truly it was but today it was just not holding her mind, and the small text was blurring before her eyes, even with the glasses. She shook her head, her curls moving around her shoulders easily before resettling as she rested her chin in the cup of her palm and glanced around her at the bookshelves.

She was all alone here too, just studying for something that wasn’t happening for two more weeks and everyone else had obliviously found better things to do. Perhaps she was too much of an over achiever. Suddenly the female felt hands on her shoulders, teasing her skin through the curtain of her hair, the heat of the hands going through her white linen blouse and plain gray vest. Her head turned, eyes widening before they took in the sight of him. “Oh..sir..” she turned in her seat, her hands reaching up towards him only to have his hands close around hers and pull her upward, out of her chair. She went, her gray skirt sliding around her long legs even as her kitten heels hit softly against the floor in clacks, she stumbled into his taller frame and blushed, smiling shyly up at him.

“How is my good girl?” She shivered slightly at the low chuckle in his voice, at the memory of when those words had last been spoken. Her lips parted, her tongue darting out to moisten them as she tried to find the words to speak. “Bored.” The truth came from her lips as she stood before him, her hands still imprisoned in his grasp. He tsked.

“We can’t have that now can we?” She shook her head slowly, curious about why he was here. And how, oh how could her greatest wish have suddenly come true and he was here in the flesh before her, holding her against him. He had been so busy, so distant of late, and she had fallen back into her studies to try and ignore the fact that she seemed only a bother to him. His hands exerted a gentle pressure on her arms and she inhaled, her eyes looking up at him as memories entered her mind, her legs clenching together as she found herself suddenly weak limbed, her knees melting and her whole body betraying her by voicing a very vocal wish for him to touch her.

He grinned, noting the difference in her bearing and turned the two of them so that her back was against the bookshelves, one hand remained on hers, keeping them together while the other ran down her body, a teasing caress that earned a soft whimper from her. She was wet and she knew it now, her body wanted him so badly, he had made certain it was so. His hand slipped under the hem of her short skirt and trailed upward toward the juncture between her legs, her lips parted this time in a moan as his fingers caressed her through the scanty material of her lace underwear.

“Oh, what a good girl you are…” he murmured and she nodded wordlessly, backing with his steps so that her butt was up hard against the bookshelves, he urged her hands higher, resting them on the rails that ran on either side of the metal bookshelf. The cool metal against her heated flesh sent a shiver down her spine. “Keep your hands there babydoll…” His voice chuckled as she nodded shakily, her eyes half closed and yet fixed on him as his hands shaped her figure through her clothing, undoing the buttons of her gray vest. Her breathing strained the buttons of her white shirt though, her lips parted in the soft pants that was now her air. She felt her whole body tremble as he stood there, just looking at her, hardly touching her body, a whimper sounding from deeper within her throat, her body pulsated with her need, she needed him so badly she ached.

“Please sir..” she begged softly, earning a gleam of heat from his eyes and another low chuckle, one of those special ones, deeper then normal that sent a rush of dampness through her body. She could feel her desire on her legs now, and she knew her panties were completely ruined. Her vest hung off her arms, his hands reached toward her and she almost sobbed in relief, only to have him hardly touch her, his fingers barely gazing her skin as he undid the tiny pearl buttons of her shirt. her clothing felt like too much, she wanted it gone, off her flushed skin. She began to lower her arms only to have him tsk, disapproving. “No, don’t. Do as your told babydoll, now what is it?”

“Too much clothing…” she murmured, her cheeks coloring with a blush as she spoke. He smirked and came closer to her, his hands reaching up, bringing her arms down to slip off the vest, yet when it came to her white shirt he lifted her arms back up, folding her fingers around the railings. His hands went down, trailing along her limbs, then fisting the fabric of her shirt in his hands, pulling it taunt against her back.

She stilled, watching him with eyes dark and slumberous heated. They both were silent, frozen there, eyes locked with heat arching between the two although now that her shirt hung open it revealed the creamy skin of her breasts covered only by a simple white bra. Then the sound of ripping fabric rent the air as his hands yanked the cloth apart. Her lips parted in a earthy gasp as she grasped tighter onto the metal beneath her hands, her body quivering slightly in response. Now he leaned close, his lips parting as he laid a kiss onto the pale column of her neck, brushing her curls out of the way, his nose inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. The kiss turned into a soft suction against her skin, then teeth scraped, grazed ever so slightly, she shivered against him, moaning softly, her eyes shut and skin flushed pink. Still he did not touch her with anything other then his mouth, and that a slow, languid, wandering touch, one minute sucking hard enough at some part of her smooth skin to color it a rosy red, the next just a simple chaste kiss pressed against her flesh. “Please please, oh sir….please” she whimpered the words, her need making her voice a earthy sound. His hands finally came to touch her sides, where her figure began to curve outward, steadying her as he chuckled.

“Very well little one.” And with that his hands began their exploration of her skin. It was like he had no knowledge of anything about her, shaping each inch of her skin, touching everywhere, seeking out the places that made her wither against him in surprise reaction. His fingers came to her back, he pressed up closer to her front and she arched her body into him, trying to press herself into him, searching blindly for release. He undid the clips to her bra, then moving to the little clips in the front that would change the article into a strapless bra if need be. He made short work of those, and the bra dropped away, discarded on the floor to reveal the full pertness of her large breasts. The skin was translucent, so pale that her veins showed easily, except for the softly pink nipples, and the richer color of the hardened buds that jutted outward in her arousal.

“So pretty…” his voice took on a tone of possessiveness, one that tightened her body further even though he stepped further away to examine her, his eyes running over all that he could see, taking in the trembling of her arms as she clenched the railings tight for support. He stepped forward, softly guiding her hands down, letting the ruins of her shirt fall to the ground to join her bra and vest, his body turned her again, guiding her back toward her desk, although his hands pushed her books out of the way, clearing the surface. She went as he directed, although she stumbled a time or two, unsteady in her kitten heels. His hands somehow made her skirt vanish, it snaked down her legs to pool around her feet. “Step out of it pet.” He murmured and she did, his hands reached around her to cup her butt in his hands before he lifted her slightly, placing her sitting on the desk. She sat there, the sunlight falling over her pale figure, her curls a mused halo around her flushed cheeks, her eyes depths of molten green and bronze.

Her lips parted and she softly licked her lips, wetting them as she started remembering herself, and reached to cover her nudity. He reached out and stopped her. “No.” was all he said, and she surrendered to his order, nodding slowly.

His hands went to his own shirt next, watching her with those brilliant eyes of his, slowly undoing the buttons, baring his skin to her eyes, which were fixed on him, she was now shameless as she sprawled on the table top near nude and watched him. Finally the shirt was open and with a casual shrug it was gone, on the floor, her eyes watched it descend only to travel back up his body. His hands moved down, touching on the top of his pants but then he chuckled. “Not yet.“ She watched his actions with riveted eyes. She wanted him nude as she was, she craved to see his form but he had said not yet and so it would not happen yet.

He came closer, his hands coming up now, reaching out to devour her skin with his burning touch. His fingers stroked along her skin, the softness of it pleasing to him. Her spine bowed when his hands cupped the fullness of her breasts, the sensitive skin sending a hoarse cry flying from her lips. “..mas..ter….” she moaned for him, her legs parting as his legs angled to move between them. She whimpered in protest when his hands left her breasts, to dance down the rest of her skin, fondling her butt as well, urging her up, partly off the table so that her whole body was his plaything. She trembled against him, a thing gone aflame with desire. “Oh..sir, master please, please…”

“Please what sweet? Tell me what you want, tell me how much you want me, how badly your little body needs me.” he ended his statement with his hands slipping inside her panties, playing softly in the wetness of her juices. “Master…please, I need you, oh…I…I need you, inside me. My body needs you please, please please…” she nearly cried the last. He chuckled again, both hands going to her lace panties, ripping them swiftly just like he had her shirt. She cried out, the violent tearing of fabric so close to her sensitive flesh sending shudders down her spine.

“Good girl, good pet.” Her eyes were large and excited as they fixed on him, as his hands went to his own pants, undoing the buttons, the material falling away to reveal the obvious tent of his arousal in his boxers. She licked her lips, her throat working as she stared at him, flushed and wet with excitement. He stepped into her legs again, and she tugged down his boxers without him even having to say a word, freeing his jutting length, and her eyes worshipped it.

His hands kneaded her buttocks again, lifting her slightly off the table and then, in one sweet, perfect moment, he rammed into her, hard, commanding, his body possessing hers as she cried out for him, withering as the sweet fire infected her veins. His thrusts earned a litany of moans and whimpers from her, her body shivering, trembling as he impaled her again and again, until finally she broke, screaming, convulsing violently around his shaft as he buried himself and they came together.