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 Rub a Bust Bust

   By Al Hilton

   Chapter 1 - The Beginning

   It was mid-morning when the phone rang.  I answered it, "Hello, David
Perz here."

   "Sir, this is Private Manor at the front gate.  We've just cleared your
delivery."

   "Thank you Private."

   I went outside to wait.  It was the last week in April and the
temperature in this area of Nevada was in the lower 80s.  It wouldn't be
long before we were in the triple digits.

   It wasn't long before a brown UPS truck pulled up and stopped in front
of me.  The man in brown approached, and after glancing at his clipboard,
asked, "Are you Mr.  Perz?"

   "That's me."

   "I've got four for you.  Can you sign?"

   "Can I inspect them for damage first?"

   I could tell he was put off by my answer but he went to the back of the
truck and got the four slaves.  Yes, slaves, human female slaves.  Four of
them.

   Three Caucasian, one Hispanic.  Hair colors: one blond, one black, and
two brunettes.  All four were covered in UPS brown cloth with a zip cord
around their waist.  There were also zip cords around each of their wrists
at tached to the waist zip cord.  This allowed them to move their arms
around their hips.

   The driver shoved the clipboard back in my face, so I signed.  After
that, he quickly got back in his brown truck and drove away.

   Not wanting to stay out in the hot sun any longer, I said, "Ladies,
let's get out of this heat, follow me." I held the door open and let my new
acquisitions enter their new home.  I did give them a once over as each
walked past.

   The first one was the Hispanic.  She looked in her mid-thirties, her
height was about 5' 1", weight looked about 100 lbs, and had short black
hair.  All the ladies had the same short hair.  It must be some sort of
shipping requirement.  The brown UPS covering did a very good job of hiding
their figures but from the movement under the sack her breasts appeared to
be about average, and it did nothing for hiding her big booty.

   Next up was a white brunette.  She appeared to be the oldest of the
group, in her early fortys, height 5' 4", weight about 125 lbs.  Her rack
shook lower, so it looked like in her younger days she had a nice one. 
Probably a C, maybe even a D cup, but nature and maybe a couple of kids had
its toll.  Her ass was average.

   Next up was the blond.  She appeared to be in her late thirty's or early
forty's, height 5' 6", weight about 120 lbs.  Her boobs were the largest
and the firmest of the four, they danced very nicely under her sackcloth.
And her ass looked very nice.

   The final slave was a brunette and the tallest.  Hell she was taller
than me!  She also appeared to be the youngest, in her mid-twenties, height
5' 11", weight about 130 lbs.  Her rack was the smallest, looked like Bs
but firm.  As for her butt, she had none.

   Once everyone was inside I asked, "Who's the doctor?"

   The eldest answered, "I am."

   Using a pair of wire cutters I snipped her restrains.  As I did, I said,
"Free the others.  You're now the medical staff, so do your thing and check
the others.  After that everyone can freshening up and change into whatever
clothing they can find, then get something to eat.  I think that should
take a couple of hours.  It's now 11, so meet back here at 1." Then I left
the building and headed over to my quarters to finish some paperwork.

   **

   When I returned a couple of hours later, all four ladies where waiting.
They looked a bit fresher than earlier.  Opening a door I said, "Take a
seat and we'll chat."

   Once everyone was comfortable I started, "My name is, David Perz.  I'm
23 and your new owner.  Up to two years ago, I had a semi-normal life.  I
had a mother, father, and a younger sister.  I was going to an Ivy League
college working on getting an MBA.  Then came the White Slavery Act.  A
couple months after the President snuffed the First Lady, my dad did the
same to his wife and daughter.  But he didn't count on grandma snuffing him
before taking her own life.  After everything settled I discovered that I
was an orphan that owned a fertilizer factory."

   "For about a year I tried going the normal route: running a business,
dating, looking for a wife, tying to start a family.  But the stench of the
factory and my family tragedy along with the paranoia of the WSA kept the
prospective mates away.  So I tossed everything and came here."

   "That's my brief overview, now it's time to tell me yours.  Doc, you're
up, start off with your name and age."

   The older woman said, "My name is Cynthia Germain.  I'm 48 years old.  I
was married to what I thought was a loving husband, Terry.  We had two
children, a son, Paul, 22, and a daughter, Rebecca, 18.  I had a family
practice and Terry worked at home, so no one in the family was neglected."

   "Well a month ago, when I came home, Terry told me he had converted me
and I was to be nude at all times.  He made me sleep on the floor, eat out
of the dog bowl, and had his friends mount me like a bitch.  Terry never
touched me after that and a week ago he shipped me here." At the end of her
story she was in tears.

   Moving the conversion forward I said, "Lawyer, you're up."

   The Hispanic's head popped up in surprise but she recovered and said,
"My name is Elizabeth Clark, most friends call me Tory.  I'm 34 years old,
single, no children.  I was a partner in a large law firm and dating
another partner.  The bastard enslaved me last week and shipped me here."
The venom pouring out of her dark eyes told me her story was over.  At
least for the moment.

   I said, "Accountant, you're next."

   The blond with a very nice ass and rack spoke out, "My name is Helen
Beaver.  I'm 42.  I was married to a fuck wad called Scott.  We owned our
own accounting firm.  My biggest regret was being too busy to have any
children.  Scott enslaved me right after I caught him in bed with our
secretary.  It was a shock to see my husband with his dick buried in Joe's
scrawny butt.  Joe's dick is even smaller than Scott's five incher.  They
shipped me out after taunting me a couple of weeks with their gross sexual
joinings."

   Looking at the last slave, I said, "Engineer, your turn."

   Tall and scrawny, knew she was on deck, so she immediately started, "My
name is Kristen Stauffer.  I'm 24 years old.  This year, on New Year's Day,
I married Bill, whom I thought would be a loving and caring husband.  Due
to his work load, we decided to delay our official honeymoon until summer.
We did have a quickie honeymoon in Las Vegas before returning to our new
home.  I was looking forward to starting a family with my new husband but a
month ago the asshole converted me.  It seems while I had been planning our
wedding, my future husband had been screwing my 17 year old kid sister,
Bree, and had knocked her up.  Since Bree was now pregnant, she couldn't be
converted, so my father threatened Bill with statutory rape.  The fucker
took the easy way out, converted me and married Bree.  I was forced to
watch my new husband marry my kid sister, while I was naked and gagged. 
They kept me that way during the reception, and even let the groomsmen take
turns screwing me.  To top it off, I was forced to help the newlyweds
consummate the wedding, before they left on a three week Mediterranean
cruise.  The last thing Bill did before he left was tag me for shipping."

   Moving forward I said, "Before I continue with why you are here, let me
say, even though it appears that my open offer for specific slaves may have
caused some of your conversions, did my offer only hasten the enviable?" I
noticed a couple of the ladies seemed to grasp my meaning.  I only hope
that they would convince the others.  It would make their transition
easier.

   Continuing I said, "I have a plan and it starts with the four of you."

   Over the next few minutes I laid out my master plan to make a lot of
money.  First I told them of my unique medical condition.  A condition that
caused my testicles to produced and store sperm in volumes surpassing six
normal men.  During a routine checkup, a doctor had noticed a huge mass on
my testicles.  After a battery of tests it was determined that my
Epididymis, (where the sperm matures and is stored,) was six times bigger
than normal and that was the mass the doctor noticed.  More tests before
they told me I was a freak of nature but everything was fine and in good
working order, the only difference was my testicles stored more sperm.  My
ejaculate still contained the normal amount of sperm but I could shoot more
loads before my sperm count dropped.

   I knew the next part of the plan wouldn't be very palatable to my
slaves, but I believed it was key to my living comfortably to a ripe old
age and have lots of sex getting there.

   First I presented my case using some graphs and projections.  The
numbers showed that if nothing took a drastic change, in about 20 years
there would be a shortage of women.  And not just slaves but women in
general.  The way the WSA was written, the present conversion rate, the
number of slave deaths due to the male lust for blood and not for pussy,
the Homo Sapiens female was an endangered species.  With that said, I told
them it was my duty to prevent the extinction of the human race.

   At that point I dropped my bombshell.  I told them we were going to buy
slaves and I was going to impregnate them.  We were going to create a baby
factory and we were going to pop babies out of slaves.

   That stirred up the bitches, so I sat back and let them stew amongst
themselves.

   After they calmed some I refreshed their memory with the WSA law in
regards to babies of slaves.  The babies, no matter what gender, were free
citizens.  And they stayed free until falling victim to a WSA regulation.
That chilled the slaves some.

   Originally I had planned to leave the slaves guessing on how anyone
could get rich birthing free children but I was dealing with the top
percentile of intelligent women, so I laid it out on the table.  I told
them that unless things and the law changed, on a daughter's 18th birthday,
I was going to convert her.  At that point either she ended up as breeding
stock or she would be sold.

   That stirred up the bitches back up, so I sat back and let them stew
again.

   It took much longer for them to chill some before I could continue.  I
let them know that anything could foil my present plan.  The laws could
change, nature could intervene, I might change my mind and not be able to
convert my blood children.  Hell we might find a better way to get rich
other than me making babies, but until then, we're a baby factory and we
need to start planning as such.

   Moving on to another plan to make some money.  This one I knew should
get a thumbs up from my slaves; preventing the conversions of wives and
daughters.  I told them we were going to charge a hefty fee to impregnate
wives and daughters.  Yep, I was going to fuck pussy for a fee in hopes to
knock them up.  The only tricky part would be to select the right time to
mate.  We would be hashing out the details over the next several days.

   As to how we were going to finance my lofty plans, I informed the group,
that the sale of the family fertilizer plant, along with all the other
family assets, netted me a nest egg of 25 million dollars.  This is the
amount we needed to work with.  Looking at the accountant I said, "You've
got your work cut out for you, don't you." Her eyes registered her
understanding of her predicament.  That's when I noticed that she had blue
eyes.

   That's when it struck me, I hadn't noticed their eye color.  So I
quickly corrected my oversight.  All brown, but the Hispanic's was a very
dark brown, almost black.

   Getting back to business, I said, "I believe you now understand why I
needed a doctor, an accountant, and a lawyer.  As for why an engineer; I
needed someone to keep this place running and to keep everything working.
Besides, I've got a contract with the government to be a caretaker for this
facility, in exchange for use of the buildings and paying them a small
fee."

   I continued, "Now onto pecking order.  Of course my word is the final
word, but I hope to get some input from the rest of you.  The doctor's word
is second, and when it comes to the health of this facility, I will most
likely defer to her.  Third will be the engineer, fourth the accountant,
and then that leaves the lawyer.  I might change that order over time but
for the moment that's the way it's going to be."

   "Any questions?" No one said a thing so I continued, "Lastly, I filed
this document with the county a couple of hours ago.  It's my will." I
tossed a copy to each woman, then I said, "Miss Clark can confirm what this
says, but in a nutshell, if I die before I father a girl, all my assets
will be sold and the proceeds will go to charity.  If I die after a girl is
born, a trust is formed, and all assets are assigned to the trust.  The
four executive members, that means you four, are to run the trust into
perpetuity.  There is some mumble jumble on how slaves can control the
trust, what happens when an executive resigns, and how the trust will be
divided when it is no longer viable."

   After delaying a few seconds I said, "Now until we staff up the kitchen,
we'll need to take turns cooking.  I'll take tonight, the rest of you draw
straws for tomorrow and the next three days.  Meet back here at six for
dinner, until then, relax." I left the ladies to start dinner.

   **

   At six I served a three course meal by starting with a red wine and a
salad.  The main course was a meatloaf with mashed potatoes and brown
gravy. For dessert an apple pie.  The dinner conversation wasn't much until
Cynthia asked, "Master, how are we to address you?  Will it be Master or
something else?"



   After swallowing my mouthful of wine I answered, "Privately or around
our small group, Dave is fine.  Around the other slaves, let's try Sir. 
Out in public let's try Mr.  Perz.  I really don't like the title, Master."

   Elizabeth asked, "Why not?  That's what you are, you're our master, and
we're your slaves."

   "Let's say I don't like the WSA because it killed my family.  Besides,
it's my hope that I can treat you more like peers than slaves." I figured
it was time to drop my next bombshell.  "My only exception is for the next
couple of weeks I need some companionship.  I promised myself, that once I
found a woman, I'd never sleep alone.  So until the next group of slaves
arrives you four are taking turns sleeping with me.  I'm starting with
Cynthia tonight."

   Helen snapped out, "Why her and not me?  Everyone noticed the way you
looked at me!  We've had an inside bet that you'd do me first!" I had tried
being coy but since that had failed it was time to be transparent.

   I took a deep breath before saying, "I'm starting with whom I think has
more experience.  I've only had one lover and I was her first.  Two
virgins, discovering how to love, and make love together.  It was a
wonderful few months until my life was ripped apart by the WSA.  After I
cleaned up that mess, I tried to find her, but she had disappeared.  Gone,
just like my family.  Even the private detectives I hired couldn't find
her. So, tonight, I'm starting with experience, Cynthia will be my next
teacher." Looking at a woman older than my dead mother I asked, "Should we
start with coffee and conversation, say at 9?"

   Cynthia answered, "I think that's a good start."

   As I left I said, "Well, until then, gossip freely."

   **

   At 9 Cynthia was waiting in the hallway.  She looked as calm as a
cucumber, whereas my stomach was doing flips.  For the past two and a half
hours, I had gone crazy on what I was to say and how I was going to do what
I wanted to do.  I still didn't have a clue as I gave her the once over. 
She was wearing a light green dress with a brown belt around her waist and
a pair of green flip flops.  The dress had no form so it hid everything and
I couldn't tell if she was wearing any undergarments.  Cynthia must have
noticed because she asked, "This okay?  There isn't much of a choice in
clothing."

   I was tempted to ask if she was wearing a bra and panties, but instead I
said, "Shall we head over to my bungalow?" And I opened the door for her.
It wasn't too bad of an evening and the stars were out.  We said nothing as
Cynthia followed me across the street to an officers quarters that I was
using for my home.

   Once inside I directed her to the den where I had a carafe of coffee
waiting.  As we were getting comfortable, I asked, "How do you like your
coffee."

   She quickly answered, "Strong and black." I poured her a cup and handed
it to her, then I started doctoring mine up as she sipped hers.  In mine I
added lots of sugar and lots of milk.  Once I was finished, I started
sipping mine as my mind searched for an opening remark.

   The silence was deafening and unnerving as I struggled with my options.
Do I start with the weather?  No, too mundane.  Ask her about her life? 
Hell no, that will kill the mood.  Suddenly the silence was shattered when
Cynthia moaned out, "Damn, I missed this."

   "What?"

   "Drinking coffee.  I haven't had a cup in over a month.  What type is
this?"

   "Some cheap stuff from the grocery."

   "It still tastes good."

   Then the deafening silence came back.  This time my mind was a blank. 
All I could think about was coffee.

   After a couple of nerve racking minutes Cynthia said, "You've struggling
with how to start, right?"

   "Yes."

   "How did you envision that this night would go?"

   "We would talk and that would lead to kissing, then some foreplay,
before we headed to bed."

   "So your lady and you ended up in bed on the first date?"

   "Hell no!  We dated at least a month before ... you know ... we did it."

   "Well I don't think you want to wait a month, so let's go to bed, so you
can get it done."

   "If that's all I wanted, I would've done Helen as soon as you four
arrived.  And the Hispanic would be warming my bed now.  No, I've thought
about this, I really don't think any male could get it up, let alone mate,
with the number of women my plan requires on a daily basis, without having
some sort of relationship with those women.  Do you disagree?"

   She could tell that I was pissed, so she shifted into slave mode,
"Master, the Hispanic's name is Tory, and yes, I can see your point.  How
can I help?"

   "Tell me how I can wake every morning, looking forward to the new day?"

   She gave it some thought before she answered, "You've got want her.  To
be horny for her.  You've got to know she's horny for you, begging to
spread her legs for you.  You both need to want each other."

   "Bingo.  Now teach me."

   Over the next several minutes she shared what turned her on.  Light
fingertip caresses all over her body.  Nibbling on her neck.  Suckling her
nipples.  Butterfly kisses around her navel.  Playing with her pubic hair.
Worshipping her.

   She got me to share what gets me cooking.  Sexy clothing, especially
dresses and tight blouses, but NO pantyhose.  Unwrapping the woman.  A nice
rack.  A firm ass.  A shaved pussy.  Giving a woman pleasure.  Watching a
woman climax.

   We then moved to the actual event.  She likes starting with oral. 
Someone that gives more than receives.  A gentle and caring lover.

   For me, I did not have much, but I did tell her that my blood starts
boiling when I think about how my one and only lover tied me to the bed,
started with a slow knob job and ended with a very slow cowgirl ride until
I was begging to cum.  I still remember that as my strongest cum, ever.

   When we had finished, I was as hot as a firecracker and I believe she
was too.  My dick was a rock and the room smelled of pussy.  I needed her
now!

   Quickly I led her to my bedroom where we got into a tight embrace before
placing our lips together.  Her lips parted and we kissed for the first
time.

   Damn, I forgot how much I loved kissing a woman.  I guess I'll need to
add kissing to the list of my turn-ons.

   As our tongues gently touched, the tips of my fingers gently danced up
and down her back.  I had planned this moment for the past couple months.
Take it slow.  Take it very very slow.  But someone had forgotten to inform
my hands of the master plan.  Abruptly one hand grabbed her ass, while the
other checked out her rack.  Both found their objections hidden under
another layer of clothing.  Suddenly I froze as my mind registered
someone's hands fondling my package.  My mind started freaking at this
unexpected attack of my genitalia, but I soon regained my composure and my
tongue resumed its dance.

   I thought I was moving fast when my hand snaked under her dress and
started fondling her ass, but she was moving just as fast because she
opened my fly and pulled out my dick.  I moaned in her mouth when she
started stroking it.

   It was too much, I wanted her, no I needed her.  NOW!  I had dreamed
about this night for months.  I was going to be the perfect lover.  Take it
slow.  Be gentle.  Give her pleasure first.  But that all went out the
fucking window.

   Growling I started fumbling with her belt.  I think she giggled as she
remove mine.  Quickly I pulled her dress off, and just as quickly my shirt
came off.

   For a brief moment, my curiosity overpowered my lust, as I peeked down
to see what she was wearing: a generic white bra with an even more generic
pair of white granny panties.  Not very pretty, but they're coming off
anyway, so I started fumbling with the bra clasp.  After struggling a bit,
she helped and it dropped to the floor revealing her breasts.

   Okay I seen my fair share of boobies: porn, naked slaves, even sneaked a
peek at my sister's, but until tonight I've only touched one pair, so I
paused to fondle my next pair.  Her pair.  They were sagging because of
nature.  Hell the woman was almost 50 and had breast fed two kids, I would
sag too, but they were in my hands.  They were my new toys.  I played with
them, I fondled them, before I leaned down to kiss them.  I rubbed my face
in them and then I sucked on her nipple.

   It was her turn to groan as I continued worshipping her rack and she
pushed my trousers down.

   We were both down to one article of clothing apiece, but with my stick
pulled though the fly, my undies weren't going anywhere without her letting
go.  And it appeared she wasn't letting go anytime soon.  I took that
opportunity to roll down her panties to revel my final objective.

   With my goal finally uncovered, I was getting ready to a peek, when she
surprised me and let go of my throbbing cock.  She quickly turned her back
to me, removed her panties, and crawled onto my bed.  I must have been in
shock, because I just stood at the foot of the bed, trying to figure out
what to do next.

   Like an idiot, I just stood there and watched as she laid down.  Once
she was comfortable, she gave me a grin and slowly parted her thighs.  I
watched as her wet pussy emerged.  When I saw those bright pink lips
waiting for me, I moved quickly.  My undies disappeared and I buried my
dick into her hot wet cunt.

   I don't remember how I got from the end of the bed to her, or how I got
my dick into her slit.  My guess is I wasn't very gentlemanly about it and
just shoved it in, because one moment I'm at the end of the bed, the next
I'm fucking the shit out of her.

   I think I lasted all of thirty seconds before I felt my balls tingle and
then my cock dumped.

   I grunted and shoved.  Shoved and grunted.  I coaxed out a couple more
after that, then I was done.

   My dick was still twitching in Cynthia's pussy when I collapsed on top
of her.  While I basked in my bliss, she held me.  Her embrace reminded me
of my mother.  Gentle, loving, and caring.  She caressed my back.  My butt.
My ears.  As I recovered from my fuck session.  Yes, I had fucked her.  I
planned on making love but I screwed up and just fucked her.  It was time
to man up.

   I mumbled, "I'm sorry."

   "For what?"

   "Cumming so quick.  A teenager could've done better."

   "Sugar, for not having sex for over a year, you did better than I
expected.  Hell, I expected you to lose it when I got your dick out."

   "Well I'll do much better next time, I promise." Right then my cock
popped free and she squealed.  I asked, "What's wrong?"

   "Nothing, I just wasn't prepared to be slimed.  It's been a few years
since anyone has put this much cum into me." She gave me a hug and a kiss
before she added, "It feels sexy."

   After that we shifted positions.  At first I was going to spoon her, but
in the end she was spooning me.  Her arms were wrapped around me, holding
me tight, cradling me like a child.  That's the last thing I remember
before falling asleep.

   {END Chapter 1}