As we write these words, the first explosion of astonishment and debate over the unauthorized publication of the "Pentagon Papers" has died away and the public has turned its attention to such other crucial matters as the 1971 World Series, the future of wage-price controls, George Wallace's chances in the coming presidential race, etc. Perhaps we are prejudiced because we are publishers, but we think the Pentagon Papers affair is more important than any of these, and probably one of the most important historical events of the year.
What the entire question boils down to is whether we as citizens of a democracy are really masters of our own fates or whether we are being manipulated like puppets by some sort of evil coalition of selfish interests-and thus headed toward a totalitarian state like that described by George Orwell in 1984. If our democratically elected rulers are taking so much power into their own hands that they are afraid or unwilling to give us all the facts about what they are doing, the latter alternative becomes a real and frightening possibility. In that case, we should all be seriously worried about whether or hot we are in danger of being controlled by "secret masters"-potential Big Brother-type dictators-or not.
It is important, of course, not to try to leap to quick and simple conclusions. Hannah Arendt, author of The Origins of Totalitarianism and The Human Condition, discussing the entire matter in The New York Review of Books, is careful to establish this clearly: "The Pentagon Papers, like so much else in history, tell different stories, teach different lessons to different readers. Some claim they have only now understood that the Vietnam war was the 'logical' outcome of the cold war or the anticommunist ideology, others that this is a unique opportunity to learn about decision making processes in government. But most readers have by now agreed that the basic issue raised by the Papers is deception. At any rate, it is obvious that this issue was uppermost in the minds of those who compiled the Pentagon Papers for The New York Times, and it is at least probable that this was also an issue for the team of writers who prepared the forty-seven volumes of the original study.
"The famous credibility gap, which has been with us for six long years, has suddenly opened up into an abyss. The quicksand of lying statements of all sorts, deceptions as well as self-deceptions, is apt to engulf any reader who wishes to probe this material, which, unhappily, he must recognize as the infrastructure of United States foreign and domestic policy."
Superficially, it may seem like a very large jump indeed from a discussion of United States foreign and domestic policy to the novel you are about to read, Captive of the Lust Master by Peggy Swenson. The story will at first appear to be a pure fantasy. On closer examination, however, the discerning reader will notice many resemblances to such novels of prophecy and extrapolation as Orwell's 1984. We feel it would also not be inaccurate to compare this work to the best of Kafka: what seems at first to be a simple horror story is actually much more, and very close in the final analysis to the most ultimate reality of all.
Tammy Jenkins, Miss Swenson's young heroine, is certainly subjected to horror almost beyond human conception. In the opening pages, she is kidnapped and drugged-and awakens as a captive of one of the "Secret Masters," a group of strange, power-mad, almost inhuman beings whose headquarters occupy a hidden island in the Caribbean. It takes Tammy a long time to discover exactly what the motives of the Secret Masters are, and in the meantime she undergoes many strange and shocking adventures. The world she has been abducted into is a weird and unreal one-but beneath the unreality is a terribly tangible threat to the future of human civilization as we know it.
CHAPTER ONE
Tammy's father sat tall in his thronelike recliner chair. He frowned. His big, callused hands worked sweatily on the chair's green plastic arms. "You have to be punished!" Karl Jenkins' voice was an eager growl.
Tammy stood defiantly in the middle of the living room rose-colored shag carpet. She said, "But I didn't do anything really wrong!"
Her mother sat mouselike on the brocade sofa. "Dear, you skipped school and wore Barbara's bikini to the beach."
"But she never wears it."
Her father added, "And lied!" His blue eyes narrowed.
Barbara, her older sister by two years, sat cross-legged on a thick, tasseled TV pillow on the floor. "My only bikini and you didn't even wash it out afterwards-it's all full of sand and salt water."
"Well ... I was going to wash it, but-"
"I'll have to spank you! Take off your clothes!"
"Daddy, not here! Not in front of everybody!" Tammy glanced around, her big green eyes wide with alarm. Her small hands unconsciously rose to the top of her white blouse, to protect that top pearllike button.
"You heard me! I told you I didn't want you parading around on the beach in a revealing swim-suit. You're only thirteen, in spite of your overdeveloped body."
"But it was so hot ... and all the girls-"
"STRIP! Or I'll hold you and we'll let Barbara take your clothes off!" His eyes glittered. "Like last time."
Tammy's sister shifted on the pillow as if to get up. "Let me slap her bare ass, too, Daddy! She probably ruined my bikini."
Barbara was fifteen, but not nearly as well-developed as Tammy. Her breasts poked out loosely against her zip-front t-shirt. She wore tight jeans and canvas boat shoes. Her dark brown hair was cut short.
The girls' mother was cowed by her authoritarian husband. She said meekly, "Harvey, do you have to go that far?"
"Shut up, Mary! She has to remember her punishment. A little humiliation and a little pain do wonders." He pointed menacingly at Tammy. "Strip, girl!" He leaned forward heavily in the recliner. The footrest dipped in response to the weight shift.
Tammy pouted. Slowly, her hands unfastened the top button of her blouse. She knew her father got a kick out of being dictator and in seeing his daughters naked, and in spanking them. But she didn't get any kick from being spanked or made to embarrass herself. Tammy appealed to her mother with her eyes.
Mary Jenkins avoided her daughter's eyes. Her folded hands twined nervous fingers. She smoothed her dress. She said submissively, "Better do as your father says, dear."
Tammy stuck her full lower lip out further. She shook her head and her long, wavy dark-red hair rippled on her neck and shoulders. "No! I don't care what you do!"
Karl Jenkins heaved forward to the edge of his recliner chair cushion. He lunged forward suddenly with an arm and clamped his hand around her left wrist. "You are disobedient and defiant! Oh, yes, now you have to be severely punished! You'll remember this evening!" He gestured for Barbara to get up and come help him. He twisted Tammy around and held her wrists behind her back in the grip of one big, powerful hand. He smiled with thin lips. "Get her bare-assed naked, Barbara! Then you can help me swat some respect and sense into her!"
Barbara came forward. She walked mannishly. She imitated small gestures of her father. Karl was the strong one in the family and she had focused on him as her model, some years before. Tammy tried to pull away, but her father was immensely strong from his work as a furniture mover. Barbara swaggered to face Tammy. She roughly unbuttoned her sister's blouse and pulled it free of the red wool miniskirt. She pushed the opened blouse down Tammy's arms.
Tammy's luscious, bra-clad breasts surged with resentment. She hissed at Barbara, "I'll get you!"
Barbara smiled and stuck out her tongue. "This is what you get for showing off."
Karl adroitly shifted his grip twice, from hand to hand, and got Tammy's blouse free of her arms. He watched eagerly as Barbara reached around and unsnapped Tammy's tight bra. Tammy's breasts did not sag with their freedom. Instead they surged outward, lifting and pushing out the now loose bra cups.
Mary Jenkins saw this. She said, "Karl, she needs a larger bra."
"She's wearing a 36-C now! They're so blatant as it is ... " He pulled Tammy halfway around so he could see her jutting, young, exuberant flesh. He grunted meaningfully at Barbara.
Tammy's sister obediently lifted the bra cups away from Tammy's rounded, pink and white pear-shaped breasts. Tammy flushed and averted her face. She again tried to twist away. The thrusting, fat cones of resilient flesh seemed too large for her thirteen-year-old chest. They wobbled enticingly with her movement. She was only four-foot ten-inches in height, and weighed only ninety pounds.
Karl licked his lips as he examined his young daughter's amazing, lush growth. The contours were so nicely rounded, the skin so taut and silky and perfect, unblemished. And her nipples! He swallowed. His fingers gripped tighter around her thin, imprisoned wrists. Her richly pink nipples poked out from dusky pink knoblike areolas. Wonder upon wonder, delight upon delight. He closed his eyes tight to fight natural urges to fondle his daughter's utterly inviting flesh. He gasped, "You're lucky you're not raped three times a day in school! And the idea of flaunting tits like these on a beach! And a shape like yours ... "
Karl's gaze slid away from her breasts and followed the line of her flat tummy and thighs. She had a breathtakingly narrow waistline and slim hips, as if her lower development had had to wait until her breasts were fully developed and only now might be beginning to curve into full womanhood. Karl roughly pulled the bra straps down her arms, shifted his grips again, and let the bra fall to the floor atop her blouse. He said unevenly, chest tight, "Now her skirt."
"Oh, no, Daddy!"
"Oh, yes, my girl!"
Barbara grinned at Tammy's embarrassment and unzipped the side of the red skirt. It slipped easily down off the gently curved, girlish hips. It lay around her ankles. Tammy wore black lace bikini panties. Sexy, seductive, revealing. The pink of her firm little buttocks showed through the sheer garment.
"Where did you get those things?"
"I can't tell you."
"Like hell you can't!" Karl twisted her around even further so he could see her front-the sweet little V between her thighs, now so lasciviously half hidden by the lace. The white-pink of her plump little mound showed tantalizingly through. She still had no red fuzz there. Karl curled his blunt fingers under the delicate fabric and brutally tore it from her hips. It shredded easily, almost like wet paper.
"Oh, Daddy-no! They're not mine!"
Barbara said, "I'll bet they're Vickie's."
"That sexy tramp who lives two houses down?" Karl glared into Tammy's frightened green eyes. "You been hanging around with her?"
"I only borrowed them yesterday."
"You can pay her back from your allowance! Girl her age-how old is she?-got no right to lend lacy things like that to a thirteen-year-old!"
Barbara said, "Vickie's nineteen."
Earl's gaze had been captured by the sight of Tammy's naked pussy. The bare, smooth, rounded V that led the eye down to the juncture of her lovely, ideally joined thighs ... and the vividly pink cleft there that seemed to beg for a finger to enter it, or a tongue, or a big, hard prick.
Tammy's father dragged his eyes away. He was caught by his wife's humble, yet accusing gaze. He was breathing raggedly. He growled, "Keep away from Vickie Meyer, you hear me? I'll pay her for these things. You are not to see her again! Understand?"
Tammy hung her head. She nodded miserably. She was naked and her father was leering at her and she hated it. If he wasn't still holding her wrists she would bolt from the room. She gasped as suddenly he pulled her off balance, his free hand guiding her fall across his lap. She whuffed and was hanging face down, her naked belly on his strong, thick thighs, her own thighs not reaching the carpet, her legs angling backward, her toes in the rose-colored shag. Her smooth, rounded, firm little white buttocks were primed for his hand. Tammy heard her mother say, "Don't hit too hard, Karl."
"Got to teach her a lesson, Mary. Okay, Barbs, you lay it on first; it was your bikini." He still held Tammy's wrists.
Tammy squirmed helplessly as her sister's hand slapped down on her buttocks. The sound was loud-a sharp series of slaps-and they hurt! Tammy whimpered with pain and humiliation. Barbara had never had to be like this. She was Daddy's favorite ... always taking sides against Tammy. Against her mother, too.
"That's enough, Barbs. Now ... " His big, work-hardened hand smacked down on Tammy's smarting bottom.
"OW! Oh, Daddy-"
Crack! Crack! Crack! Tammy writhed and jerked with each blow. Her rear end was on fire! She gasped and howled. Her father whapped her ass fifteen times, hard, until his hand was stinging almost as much as was her buttocks. Her skin was as rosy as the carpet. Then he rested his arm. "You going to behave and be a nice girl after this?"
"Yes!" She sobbed and wept. Then she felt it-the prodding, nudging thing between his legs that always rose in his pants when he spanked her like this. His prick! It poked up at her naked belly. It was big! She could tell. He always got hot when he was hitting her, or her mother. Tammy squirmed on it, rubbed her belly on it. Sometimes it got all jumpy if she did that and got soft and he didn't hit her anymore.
He cupped his hand and cracked her bottom twice more. The sound was like a pistol shot. Tammy wailed and writhed on his prick, faster. She was like a desperate worm. She heard him panting.
"Karl, I think-"
"SHUT UP, MARY!" He cracked a palm down on Tammy's flaming butt to keep her moving.
At last she felt the telltale leaping of that big thing against her stomach. And his pants got wet. He went all tight and stiff and then he sighed. She was allowed to stand up. He released her wrists at last. He quickly crossed his legs. "Now go to your room! And don't expect any supper!"
Sobbing brokenly, ashamed, Tammy ran from the front room, down the hall and into her small room. Barbara got the biggest of the two bedrooms after the master bedroom. Tammy slammed the door and threw herself face down on her twin bed. She cried and hated her father and everybody! Her bottom stung like a thousand bees had been jabbing her there. But she was excited too, in a special way. She worked a bunch of plaid bedspread and blankets into a thick ridge between her thighs and began rubbing her slit against it. Her pussy glowed and itched wonderfully. The feeling got stronger and stronger as she rubbed. And her breasts felt extra big and hot, too.
She worked at rubbing her puffed nipples on the rough weave of the spread. Tickles of excitement wormed through her deep, round flesh. A fold of bedspread worked deeper into her cleft and she moaned as she wept. The feeling got so strong she almost couldn't stand it-then it slowly faded. She wondered if her father had as strong a feeling when his prick jerked like that and his pants got wet.
Tammy lay quiet for a while. She pouted her lower lip again. Her father had done that to her for the last time! She got off her bed and turned on the light. She dressed in cut-off hip-huggers, sneakers, a flowered sweatshirt. She packed a little overnight bag with panties and socks and a skirt and a blouse and a favorite yellow dress.
Tammy Jenkins carefully climbed out of her window and dropped to the flower bed. As soon as her feet touched the dirt and she had settled into a shallow crouch-hands and arms grabbed her! One big hand clapped over her mouth.
A fierce male whisper: "She saved us a helluva lot of work!"
A female whisper: "Lucky! Let's do it here!"
Tammy thrashed but couldn't break free. The man held her in an unbreakable bear hug with one muscular arm. She kicked and clawed. Her attackers were dressed in black sweaters and pants. The street lights didn't penetrate to the backyard-she couldn't see their faces-only blurs.
He whispered, "Go ahead. She's worse than an alley cat!" He grunted as Tammy slammed an elbow into his solar plexus.
From-out of nowhere a cotton pad was pressed against her nose. A sweet, cloying, penetrating odor reached tendrils into her brain as she was forced to inhale the fumes. Tammy's mind swirled and spun. A strange buzzing filled her brain. She dropped into a soothing black pit of unconsciousness.
CHAPTER TWO
Tammy gradually awakened. She was in a motel room. She felt slightly sick to her stomach. Her head ached. She was lying on a bed. A skinny young man and pudgy young woman, dressed in black sweaters and pants, were sitting on the bed on either side of her.
As her awareness completely returned, Tammy felt their hands on her body. The man was fondling her lovely big breasts. The woman was probing at Tammy's slit. Tammy's eyes grew round. She drew a quick, deep, frightened breath.
The man clapped a slim hand on her mouth before she could scream. "She's awake already." He scowled and tossed long black hair from his dark eyes.
The woman said, "I told you we should have tied her up first."
Tammy was kicking and flailing violently. The woman managed to confine Tammy's legs with a knotted towel around the ankles. The man suffered Tammy's small fists in order to keep her from yelling. A moment later Tammy's hands were tied securely behind her back with another towel. She was gagged and could only make muffled, complaining sounds.
"Now," the man said. "Is she a virgin, or not?"
The woman probed again at Tammy's pussy. Her short finger slipped between the pink lips. She explored. "Umm ... a nice big clit, and for her age!" She rubbed the sensitive organ lightly with her fingertip.
Tammy shivered as the familiar tickling heat bloomed in her lower belly. She blushed and jackknifed away on the bed.
The man had to hold her still. "Well?" He flipped his hair away again.
The woman managed to get her finger into Tammy again. She explored lower in the pink slit. "The hymen is still unbroken. She's still a virgin." She looked up, grinning.
The man clucked his tongue. "Look at these boobs! Look at that sweet little snatch. What a doll!" He couldn't keep his hands off Tammy's lush breasts.
The woman said, "The Masters choose well." She idly played with Tammy's swelling clitoris.
"They pay well, too. It was nice of this little pussy to decide to run away just as we were about to get her." He bent over and licked one of Tammy's pink, yeasty nipples.
The woman smiled. "Ten thousand dollars when we deliver her at dawn! That calls for a celebration."
The slim young man palmed both of Tammy's buoyant flesh melons. "I'd love to fuck this little cunt."
"Fuck me instead."
The woman pulled the black sweater up and over her head. She was naked to the waist underneath. Her breasts were plump and a bit pendulous. Her nipples were succulent-looking brown cones.
The young man said, "Deal!" He winked at Tammy, who was still trying to twist away from his hands. "Ever see any fucking, kid?"
Tammy shook her head.
"You will tonight." He pulled his own sweater up and off.
After taking off her shoes and socks, the woman unzipped her black pants and pushed them down with her black panties. She sat naked on the edge of the bed. Her hips were wide and fleshy.
She put a pudgy hand on Tammy's rounded thigh. "Baby, you be good and don't make trouble for us now ... don't try to get off the bed or anything ... and we'll let you be like you are."
The man grunted agreement. He skinned down his pants and underpants. "Otherwise I'll have to tie you down with ropes."
Tammy was scared sick. She couldn't talk through the gag. She was lying on her side, facing the woman. She knew she was helpless. She had to abjectly nod agreement. Abruptly she was aware of the man-now completely naked-climbing over her to get to the woman's side of the bed. Tammy had never ever seen a grown man's genitals. Now she was suddenly face to face with a long, slightly curved prick that dangled from the man's loins like a white, veined banana ... with one end peeled back, showing a purplish tip. Her green eyes were like saucers.
He knelt over her and waggled it in front of her face. He laughed. "Seven inches, kid. Howja like this pipe sunk into your cunt?"
Tammy made no sounds into her gag. Men's pricks were enormous! Was her father's prick that big-or bigger? How could a woman find room inside for something that long and thick?
He reached under his prick to cup his balls. "Lots of juice in here if you want it. Wanta suck me off?"
Tammy's eyes grew even more round. She shook her head violently.
He laughed and let the head of his prick touch her pert little nose, her cheeks, her forehead. It left a clear drop of secretion here and there. He said maliciously, "If you only knew what you're in for, kid."
The woman settled her weight on the bed beside Tammy. She reached and grasped his prick. "Don't mess with her. The Masters want their girls untouched."
"I'm only fooling around ... let go!" He pried her hand from his prick. He hauled Tammy over onto her back. He moved down so that his long prick throbbed over her stomach. With her hands tied behind her back, she had to arch her spine. This action threw her magnificent breasts up into extra prominence.
"Oh, Jesus ... what a beautiful pair!" Again his hands roamed over the perfectly shaped, high mounds. He rubbed the nipples to full size. He dipped his prick into the deep valley between her breasts. He pushed them together, imprisoning his prick in a soft, warm passage, and began to slide his prick between those yielding, molded walls. His prick head surged up to her chin, then back into the soft cave. He breathed, "I can get off this way. Oh, wow, even dry this feels great." He stared intently down into Tammy's squinched, hating eyes.
The naked woman slapped him on the ass. "Stop it, Jack! Squirt all over her face and a Master finds out ... you'll be six deep somewhere. Why risk that? I can take care of you any way you want." She got up on her knees and embraced him as he continued to slide his prick in the warm tunnel between Tammy's breasts.
He frowned and stopped his fucking movements. "I guess you're right, Mona." He turned his head and kissed her.
Tammy stared up at them and saw them tongue kissing. She had never done that. She had only let a boy peck her lips on a date.
Mona urged Jack off Tammy. She sank back down beside Tammy with him in her arms. They kissed sensually, passionately. Tammy watched, her throat tight. She forgot her fear and the ominous talk of Masters for a few moments. She turned on her side to relieve the awkward pressure on her spine by her bound hands.
Jack said, "Okay, let's give the kid a show."
Mona was excited. Her conical nipples were fat with blood. She was breathing faster. She enclosed his hips between her wide-flung thighs.
Jack rose up and straddled Mona's chest. His prick jerked in front of her mouth. "Educate the kid. Show her how to suck."
Mona smiled lewdly. She glanced at the watching Tammy and said, "You'll be doing this soon enough, honey. Watch closely." Mona took his prick in her hand and bunched a pillow under her head. She guided the long, slightly bent shaft to her waiting mouth.
Jack grinned and eased it slowly between her open lips. More and more. He slid his prick in until Mona had at least half its length buried in her mouth. Tammy saw Mona's eyes flutter, saw the woman's throat and jaw muscles work as she obviously, willingly, sucked. Jack slowly mouth-fucked Mona. He hunched over her, his lean hips driving his prick with gradually lessening control. After a few moments he was sliding more and more into her wide-open mouth, and he was panting, grinding his teeth, trembling with excitement.
He moaned and grabbed handfuls of Mona's hair. He thrust his prick into her mouth as deep as he could. She bucked and gagged. "Oh, Jesus-" He drew back and left only the swollen head in her mouth as she continued to suck as hard as she could. Tammy could hardly breathe as she watched. Jack thrust deep again, and drew back. He was shaking. He gasped, "Here, it comes-"
Mona sucked wetly. Tammy saw his prick jump in her mouth. Again ... then again. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. His hips jerked. Mona swallowed, then sucked more. But she had not swallowed soon enough, for a trickle of white stuff had escaped a corner of her mouth and was dribbling down her chin and dripping to her neck. Tammy saw all this. He was squirting his goop into her mouth! Tammy couldn't believe Mona could have let him! But the woman had!
Jack took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. He left his prick in Mona's mouth. Mona licked the long, softening organ clean. Tammy closed her eyes tight! She wouldn't do that!-suck-for any man! How ugh! it was.
Then she heard Mona say, "What about me? Don't I get some head, too?"
"Sure. Hey, kid, don't go to sleep. Act two is about to start."
In spite of herself, Tammy opened her eyes to see what would happen next. Jack backed down off Mona's belly. Her knees rose and her thighs fell open. Jack winked at Tammy and lowered his head. He began licking into Mona's hairy slit. He used his fingers to pull the pussy open. Mona soon began to undulate her hips against his mouth. She whispered to Tammy. "This is so good! Any time you can get somebody to go down on you ... take it, honey! It's heaven ... ummmmm ... it's pure heaven. Men don't know how much girls get out of this."
Mona's whisper was then submerged in her harsh breathing. She moaned and flung her right hand onto Tammy's thigh. She squeezed. Her other hand was plucking at one of her large, puffed nipples. Her face twisted and her belly spasmed. She relaxed for a moment. "That was just my first one. I can come every few minutes ... just as long as somebody who knows how is eating my cunt,"
Tammy watched Jack's moving face where it was pressed between Mona's plump thighs. He obviously had his tongue in there-in the hole and on Mona's button. Wow. Tammy couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have a man do that to her. Mona sure seemed to like it!
Jack kept on doing it to Mona for a long time. Mona came about six times before he stopped and sat up on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "Juicy cunt." He grinned at Tammy. "Want some tongue, kid?"
Mona said warningly, "Jack ... "
"Okay, okay, but I would love to eat that hairless little pussy." He licked his lips.
Mona touched his half-hard prick with the toes of her left foot. "How about showing her what fucking is?"
"Sure. You ever see fucking, kid?"
Tammy shook her head slightly. Her eyes were on his prick. It was growing. Mona's toes and foot were rubbing it skillfully. Jack pushed Mona's foot away. He fisted his prick and pumped it for a few seconds. It seemed to lengthen even more. Then he moved over and pulled Tammy down on the bed till she was facing Mona's right hip. "Give you a ringside view." He waggled his prick in front of Tammy's face, then laughed and moved over between Mona's heavy legs.
Mona raised her knees. "Sock it to me."
Jack levered her legs up onto his shoulders. He leaned forward until Mona was almost doubled over. Tammy did have a close-up view! She saw Mona's pink pussy, framed by curly black hair, and Jack's long, bent-sideways cock throbbing so close to it. Mona reached around and under and grasped his prick. She seemed to point it at her wet slit. Jack leaned a bit more and the head of his prick sank into her. Then a flexing of his ass thrust all of it into her, hard and fast!
Mona's breath caught. "Bastard!"
Jack pulled back and plunged in again, to the hilt. Tammy was amazed. It was just like he was stabbing her with his prick! And Mona didn't seem hurt at all! But Tammy was positive there wasn't room in her own pussy for a man's prick. There just couldn't be! Even so, the sight of all that prick being thrust in and out of Mona's juicy slit was fascinating and exciting to Tammy. Especially when Mona and Jack both started moaning and sweating and kissing and fucking faster and faster. It was a little like when Jack was fucking into her mouth. But this time he was really socking it into her all the way, really hard, and really fast!
Tammy saw the prick jerk when Jack shot off inside Mona. The shaft got all creamy and a lot of the goop flowed out of the bottom of Mona's slit and down between her buttocks ... and on the motel chenille bedspread. Jack shoved in and out a few more times, then let his prick slip out. It was all goopy and droopy. "Very good fuck, if I do say so myself." He grinned down at Tammy. "I'll never have you, kid, but within twenty-four hours you won't be a virgin anymore, and if you think my prick is big ... wait'll you see the weapons on some of the Masters."
"Truth. Isn't it? You were on the island for a while before you got too old and fat."
"I'm only twenty-two!"
"Yeah, you know what I mean. Seventeen or eighteen is the cut-off. Those horny old guys like young stuff!"
Tammy shivered with fear.
Mona patted Tammy's shoulder. "Don't let him get to you. You might really fit in ... you might like it." She didn't sound convincing.
A few minutes later they injected something into Tammy's left hip. Tammy lay helpless, shivering with dread, until everything slowly faded away.
CHAPTER THREE
Tammy recovered consciousness and was aware of a vibration ... a slight sense of movement this way and that ... and a muted rushing, roaring sound. She was on a narrow, bunklike bed. The plastic walls curved. She was strapped into the bunk. She was still naked!
She was alone in a small, tube-shaped bedroom, with a door at each end. There was a small oval window by her head. She raised the sliding shade and saw a deck of clouds below. She was in a jet! She started to unbuckle the wide orange nylon belt that crossed her chest just below her naked breasts. She didn't notice the tiny electrical plug that was disconnected when she pulled on the belt.
Seconds later the door near the foot of her bunk opened and a lovely, slender girl, not more than fifteen years old, entered. She wore a sheer, intricately laced microdress, and was naked underneath. "Good, you're awake. How do you feel? Sometimes that knock-out drug makes a girl woozy." She smiled and showed perfect teeth.
"I'm all right, I guess ... Why am I here? What-"
"The Master is waiting; He'll tell you whatever you need to know. I'm Lala. Let me help you with these ... " She knelt beside the low bunk and released the belts that crossed over Tammy's chest, hips and knees. As she pulled the belts aside, Lala caressed Tammy's body ... a touched nipple, a brushed-over thigh, a palmed hip ... "You are a doll. Oh, the Masters will appreciate you!"
"Who? What do you mean? Why was I kidnapped?" Tammy's fear had returned full force.
"You'll find but in a minute. Oh, how you'll find out." Lala smiled secretively. She impulsively leaned forward and touched her pink tongue to Tammy's pink nipple. "I can hardly wait." She took Tammy's hand. "Come now." She led Tammy through the doorway.
Tammy was astonished at the sight of the main cabin of the jet. The walls and floor and ceiling were covered by a deep, luxurious white fur. It was very deeply cushioned underfoot. There was no real furniture, only big, silk-covered pillows and raised platformlike areas under the lush fur that seemed to substitute for tables or chair backs.
A portly man with bushy brown hair and long, muttonchop sideburns lay at ease among a pile of soft pillows. He wore an electric-green silk robe that was open to reveal his nakedness and his incredible, erect prick.
Tammy hung back. She blushed. But Lala towed her across the soft fur. "Come on, Tammy. Don't be bashful."
Tammy couldn't help but stare at the man's organ. It was even bigger than Jack's seven-inch prick she had seen the night before. This one was shaped funny-it had dozens of small nodules growing on it, all around, even on the head. Each nodule was about the size of a piece of gravel, and each was pink and shiny.
Lala said, "Master, this is Tammy. Tammy, this is one of our Masters." Lala knelt before him. She pulled Tammy down beside her.
"I want to go home!" Tammy was near tears. She tried to cover her pussy and breasts.
He smiled. "You are going home. A new home. Your former life has ended, Tammy. You are now a piece of property. You will live only to serve me and the other Secret Masters. You will serve us in any way we desire, upon command."
Tammy was terrified. She was weak with fear. But she said, "I won't!" And she began to cry.
The Master nodded. "She has spunk." He idly ran a fingertip over and around one of the shiny nodules on his extra large prick.
Then he gestured at Lala. "Pour her some Elixir." He reached out and stroked Tammy's bare shoulder, her long red hair, and let his fingers drift down her naked back.
Lala lifted a section of fur and opened a panel in the wall. She took out a beautiful crystal decanter which contained a thick amber liquid. She poured about an ounce of it into a small crystal glass.
The Master smiled and handed the glass to Tammy. "Drink this. It'll make you feel good."
"I don't want to feel good," Tammy wept. "I want to go home."
He sighed. He handed the glass to Lala. He then unexpectedly slapped Tammy's face, hard, rocking her head to the left, then to the right. Her hair billowed from the sharp movement. She gasped, shocked. Her hands went to her stinging cheeks. Her vision reeled for a second. The Master extended the glass to her again. "Drink."
Tammy took the glass with a shaking hand. She looked to Lala through teary eyes. Lala nodded and smiled. Tammy tasted the amber liquid. It was like a syrup with a strange pineapple tang. She drank it all. Still crying, she handed back the glass. The Elixir warmed her stomach.
The Master drew her closer. "Crying will do you no good at ail, Tammy. Nothing you do or say will change anything. The sooner you realize this, the better."
Lala said, "That's right."
His right hand cupped over Tammy's jutting right breast. She jerked and tried to push his hand away. "Don't fight me, girl!" He cracked his hand across her cheek again.
Tammy sobbed and hugged her knees and hid her face. "Leave me alone!" A funny heat was spreading in her stomach.
He shook his head. "These first disciplines are such a bore ... and such fun!" He pulled Tammy up by her hair. She squalled and tried to hit him. He grinned and pinched her nipples with cruelly strong fingers. She screamed and hunched up to protect her breasts.
Lala said, "Really, Tammy, you're just making it harder on yourself."
"I WANT TO GO HOME! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"No to both." He ruthlessly pulled her head up by her hair again. She didn't try to hit him this time. He pulled her head back as far as it could go. Her mouth was dragged open by her straining neck muscles. Her scalp was a mass of hot needle pricks. Tears welled in her green eyes.
"You will obey me, Tammy, or you will continue to hurt. It is that simple."
He released her hair. She didn't hunch over again. She watched him, wide-eyed, tears running down her face.
"Now lie flat here beside me."
She shifted on the thick, sensual white fur and apprehensively lay at his side among the pillows. She sobbed quietly. The warmth in her stomach was spreading lower, into her belly. She wondered what was in that Elixir.
The Master spread his hand on one of her exuberant breasts. "Ah ... yes, so full ... There is nothing quite like the feel of a well-developed young breast. The skin is so smooth. So much resilience." He squeezed gently. He cupped and fondled. He fingered the nipples, which expanded shamelessly with the exciting contact.
Tammy sniffled and swallowed. She began breathing through her mouth. A disturbing heat was now in her pussy and her breasts were beginning to feel a special warmth. Her nipples actually itched.
Lola had been observing Tammy. "She's beginning to feel the Elixir, Master."
He nodded, smiling. His hand slid off Tammy's breasts to her belly and down into the hollow of her loins. His fingers curved over the plump, hairless V and tapped lightly on the lips of her slit.
Tammy inhaled sharply. As if his touch had been a cue, her pussy went loose and pouted juicily. She wanted him to finger her button. The Master's middle finger skated on slippery wetness and dipped into the pink cleft. Tammy squirmed. She realized the Elixir was a sex drug! An aphrodisiac! Her sex button was itching like mad! She jerked her hips, trying to get his finger to rub it.
He murmured, "She is a virgin. How provocative."
Tammy was flushed with excitement. She gasped, "It isn't fair!"
"But very nice." He stroked her clitoris, finally.
Tammy went rigid. "Uhhh ... " Her belly sucked in and her thighs jerked open reflexively. The melting pleasure of an orgasm filled her.
The Master took his hand away. His unusual prick was still rigid. He gestured to Lala. "Suck me for a moment."
The slender blonde girl quickly obeyed. She knelt beside his hip, lowered her head and delicately licked the circle of fleshy pink nodules that ringed the head of his very big prick.
He sighed ecstatically. He said, "Watch how she does it, Tammy. You'll be doing it soon enough."
Tammy was still in the throes of the Elixir-induced lust. Her whole body now raged with a need for more pleasure, more sexual release. Tammy lifted her head and watched, spellbound, curious, repelled.
Lala was now sliding her wide-open mouth down over the studded head, her tongue preceding her lips, flicking and stroking.
The Master watched and groaned. "Suck," he whispered. "Suck!"
Lala closed her lips on the rows of tiny flesh knots and slowly dipped her head further, and lifted, and dipped ...
"Ahhhh ... " He writhed with undisguised ecstasy.
Tammy uninhibitedly slipped her own fingers into her hot, wet slit. Her eyes rolled up as she panted into another orgasm. Her magnificent breasts rose and fell dramatically. Her nipples ached for attention.
The Master cried, "Enough! Two minutes is about my limit."
Lala lifted her mouth from his strange prick. The dozens of tiny pink growths were puffed and shiny wet.
He turned his attention once again to Tammy. He smiled at her writhing, helpless lust. "Lala, show her what one girl can do for another."
"Yes, Master!" Lala was eager. She moved to Tammy's far side and sucked a swollen nipple into her mouth.
Tammy moaned weakly. She was so hot she literally couldn't see straight. Lust was like a fever in her. She was afraid of its power.
Lala sucked both nipples and wrung soft mews of passion from Tammy. Then Lala took a signal from the Master and settled between Tammy's open legs. Tammy was rubbing her buttocks on the fur rug. She was panting. Lala pressed her lips against Tammy's dewing slit. Her tongue slipped inside. She licked upward inside the flushed groove. Tammy quivered and spasmed.
The Master observed. "Good. She responds well. Tongue her off a few times, Lala. Then I will deflower her."
Lala heard and did not stop her licking of Tammy's clitoris. Lala squirmed on the rug, too.
Tammy was aware but unable to control her responses. The Elixir had overpowered her will. The things which were being done to her were dirty, according to her mother and father, but they felt so very good.
Lala licked and licked and licked. She brought the trembling little girl to a moaning peak of sensation. Lala slid her hands up Tammy's sheened body and gently rubbed the stemlike pink nipples. She tenderly molded the full, rounded breasts.
Tammy's lovely, rounded thighs closed on Lala's blonde head. Tammy managed to gasp, "Do it some more!"
The Master smiled broadly. "One more time, Lala."
Lala mouthed Tammy's slit as if she were eating a juicy piece of fruit. Her tongue reveled in the flowing secretions and sensitized tissues.
Tammy undulated. She fastened half-conscious, pleasure-agonized green eyes on the Master. She panted, "I like it!"
"You're supposed to. Give in to your enjoyment, Tammy."
Lala pressed her mouth more fervently to Tammy's dripping slit. She moaned with her own excitement as she tongued the girl's vibrant clitoris. The Master cocked his head, then slipped out of his silk robe. He was smiling faintly. He knelt behind Lala. She knew he was there. She raised her ass and spread her knees. Her short lace micro-dress was no problem.
He calmly put his hands on her hips and moved close. His noduled prick nudged into her exposed crotch to the damp mouth of her blonde pussy. He said, "I should lubricate my organ first-in you, dear Lala."
Lala moaned against Tammy's slit and waggled her ass. She managed to press back onto his big, big prick while not losing tongue contact with Tammy's clitoris.
The Master casually sank his prick deep into Lala's cunt. The fifteen-year-old quivered and keened in her throat. The Master sighed, "Ahh ... "
Tammy panted into still another climax. Her small hands clenched fistfuls of the white fur rug. Her pussy jumped against Lala's clinging mouth.
The Master withdrew a few inches of shaft from Lala's open, vulnerable cunt, then slowly sank still deeper into her belly. Lala clutched Tammy's firm thighs. She lifted her head. "Oh, Master-OH ... OH!" She groveled. She pushed back against his fleshy belly.
A sparkle of perspiration appeared on his broad forehead. He slowly pulled out of her. His long, thick, bumpy prick was coated with her juices. He said softly, "Now ... now, Tammy, I take your virginity!" His voice shook.
Tammy heard but didn't comprehend. She was still in the seething grip of the Elixir. She lay restless amid the large pillows, breathing fast, wanting more of Lala's delicious mouth. But Lala moved aside. The Master lifted Tammy's hips and wedged a pillow under her. His large prick projected out to touch her inner thighs, her mound, her lower belly. Tammy looked up at him-looming over her-and fear curdled her insides. But still she wanted more sex. She felt his huge prick between her thighs and she cried, "No ... it's diseased! Something's wrong with it!"
He laughed. "Something's very right with it, little Tammy. Each of these small bumps is a cluster of pleasure nerves ... like your little clitoris. So, when I am sucked or when I fuck-I receive vastly more sensation than an ordinary man. The pleasure is fantastic!" He carefully grasped the noduled shaft and guided the head into her wet slit.
"I've never done it before!"
"I know, Tammy. I know!" He pressed forward viciously. His eyes narrowed but glowed.
Tammy felt her hymen being pressed inward, reaching the tearing point-giving way! Her shriek ripped from her contorted mouth. Her belly was suddenly, appallingly, terrifyingly full of prick!
The Master's face was as contorted as hers. "I was the first!" His cheeks twitched. He absorbed greedily her expression as he pressed deeper into her virginal cunt. "Where no man has gone before!"
Tammy wailed and thrashed but could not evade the ever-deeper invasion. She was engorged. She liked the feel of so much in her belly, yet it hurt so, and her opening was a ragged wound. A trickle of blood mixed with her lust secretions.
The Master fucked her slowly. He shivered with pleasure. "So tight ... ahh ... she grips me ... ahh ... " His big prick sank into her like a wet log.
Tammy was in shock. The Elixir effect was secondary to the trauma of being fucked for the first time, under such bizarre conditions, so far from the familiar world and security and love she had known. She was, after all, only thirteen years old.
She knew she was ruined. She sobbed brokenly. She had given up the struggle. The Master's frightening large and different prick was sawing in and out of her pussy, stuffing her till she hurt, then pulling back, rubbing her torn shreds of hymen with those nubs. The Master closed his eyes. He thrust far into her, quickly, again! He shuddered and gasped. He plunged, and plunged. Tammy wailed as she distinctly felt him shooting off in her.
He slowed, stopped and opened his eyes. "Ahh, but that was a supreme moment." He pulled all the way out of her ravaged cunt. His prick was drippy with a thick, white fluid. He said, "Lala ... " But Lala was already bending over, already willingly licking his prick clean. She smacked her lips.
Tammy hid her face. It was too much to accept! What an awful thing had happened to her! She rolled over onto her stomach and cried into the white fur.
A few moments later, Lala took Tammy back to the bunk in the bedroom. She soothed Tammy and spread a sticky brown painkilling salve into Tammy's hurting pussy.
Tammy sobbed, "I want to go home!"
"You can't. The worst part is over now, I think. But they may have something special planned for you."
"W-what? What's going to h-happen to me?"
"I'm not sure. But whatever it is, you're always better off if you obey the Masters all the time! No matter what!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Through a break in the clouds Tammy saw that the jet was flying over water. She cried for hours. The pain in her pussy went away but she was still miserable and frightened. Then the jet banked and circled a small island. It drifted down to a landing on a short runway.
Lala came back, unbuckled Tammy and gave her a brightly printed dress to wear. "Come on, this is where you'll live from now on."
"Where are we?" Tammy pulled on the dress.
"An island somewhere in the Caribbean. That's all I know. That's all any of us know." Lala led Tammy out of the jet and into a canvas-canopied electric cart driven by a man wearing a bright green uniform. He had a revolver in a closed holster on his hip. He wore big dark glasses and a wide-brimmed green jungle hat. The man didn't speak. He did look at Tammy and grin. He drove them to a large, stone-front, three-story house a mile from the airstrip.
It was a mansion. Lala led Tammy inside, across a tiled reception hall, through a large dining room that was arranged in Roman style with a low marble table and a myriad of animal furs, pads and pillows ... and down a narrow yellow-carpeted hallway, past doors marked A, B, C, D, etc. Tammy had seen other boys and girls at a distance. Some looked odd. Lala opened the door and motioned Tammy in. "This is your bedroom. Nice, isn't it?"
In spite of her apprehension and bewilderment, Tammy was impressed. It was a large room, luxuriously furnished, with a huge bed, a private bathroom, an air conditioner at one of the three wide windows.
Lala said, "The doctor will visit you in a while, to check you over. He checks over all the new young people. He is a Secret Master, too, so remember, Tammy, do anything he says. Just anything! And don't argue!"
Tammy pouted. "Are we slaves or something?"
Lala nodded. "Sex slaves. Only some of us are more slave than others." She smiled and closed the door.
Tammy heard the lock click. "No!" She tried the door. It was locked. She went to the windows. They were all closed and all key locked. The air conditioner was also locked into its frame. All she could see through the windows were neat hedges and wide, green lawns. She was a prisoner. And she was hungry. She found a bowl of apples, pears, bananas, and oranges on a bedside table. She ate quickly until her stomach was bloated.
She sat on the bed and was bored. She was a sex slave! Tammy shivered. Kidnapped to an island where rich men would use her sexually any way they wanted! She chewed her lower lip. There were probably orgies and wild parties and all kinds of dirty things that went on! Tammy thought about using a chair or something to break a window and escape ... but where could she go? It was a small island and there were armed guards.
Tammy decided to take a shower. An hour later, as she lay dozing on the bed, a key in the lock of her door instantly brought her eyes open. A thin man, bald, hawk-nosed, wearing a white smock, entered. Behind him came a young black nurse in a pale green uniform, carrying a medical tray with bottles and syringes and small boxes. Tammy sat up. "Who are you?"
He ignored her words for a moment. He came to the bed and said, "Take off that dress."
Tammy hesitated for a second, then pulled the print dress free of her buttocks and up and off her head. "Why are you going to examine me?" She hugged her knees modestly.
"Stretch out!"
Reluctantly, Tammy slowly lay back on the bed. She crossed her legs and arms.
He sighed. "Dear child, I have to do some measurements and tests. Cooperate or you will be punished. I am a Master, and my assistant here is granted the same privileges over you."
Tammy's heart was beating fast. "Are you going to do dirty things to me?"
"Of course-after the measurements and tests. Now, open your legs."
"Don't hurt me." She opened her legs.
He put on sterile gloves and carefully examined her slit. He opened her with a cold implement and looked at her hymen. "Have to trim that later." He took a phallus-shaped instrument from the tray that trailed a thin rubber hose. He inserted it into Tammy's pussy. He pushed it very deep.
Tammy whimpered as her belly flinched again. "It ... hurts."
The doctor noted markings on the shaft of the phallus. "Nineteen centimeters." He smiled. "Quite a cunt for a thirteen-year-old." He attached the tube to a squeeze hand pump. He began pumping up the phallus which was so far into her. The thing expanded, became thicker and thicker inside her. Tammy's lovely green eyes widened. It was a weird sensation ... and was really beginning to hurt!
The doctor stopped expanding the implement. It had distended her opening and channel to an astonishing degree. The end of it was as big around as a sixteen ounce pop bottle. He said to the note-taking nurse, "Six centimeter diameter. What's Jim's thickness?"
The nurse flipped pages in a leather notebook. "Seven point two at his thickest."
"That will be an interesting fuck, the first time." The doctor gazed speculatively at Tammy. He pressed fingers down into her belly and stomach. "Normal organ placement. X-rays tomorrow, of course.
He let the air out of the inflated phallus embedded in Tammy. He withdrew it. He quickly took her blood pressure, and the nurse took blood samples. He thumped her chest and back. "Lord, what a fine pair of tits!" He listened to her heart. "Excellent!" He handed Tammy a small, sterile bottle. "Hop in the bathroom and pee in this. I need a urine sample."
When Tammy returned with the little bottle full and warm in her hand, the nurse took it, capped it, and labeled it.
Tammy risked asking, "What's going to happen to me?"
He laughed. "Ahh ... you're going to be improved, my dear. Embellished. A bit of superior interior decoration."
The nurse said, "I almost envy her."
The doctor glanced at the nurse. "Not happy with your special alterations, Helen?"
"Oh, yes, Master!"
"Considering your lesbian nature ... "
"I love what you did for me, Master!"
Tammy asked fearfully, "You going to cut me open?"
"Stop asking questions!" The doctor roamed his hands over Tammy's large, out-thrusting breasts. He squeezed her nipples between thumbs and forefingers. He palmed the fat contours. "Number Six is a great scout. He finds some lovely girls for us, I must admit."
The nurse added, "All virgins until they take a ride in his plane."
"His prerogative. He is rightfully first into their cunt." The doctor pushed Tammy over onto her stomach. He ran his hands over her small, taut, rounded buttocks. "But here is my hole. I'll take this virginity!"
Tammy understood. She tried to scramble away.
He was too quick. He grabbed her and drew her back. He said to the nurse, "Discipline egg!"
Tammy yelled, "That's icky-that's ugly! I don't want you to!"
The doctor took an egg-shaped object made of stainless steel from the nurse. He quickly, adroitly, stuffed it up into Tammy's cunt. Tammy squalled and fought. She didn't know what it was. But she knew it was something awful and perverted I These were bad people! She began to cry again. "I don't like it here! I want to go home!" She hated being naked in front of dirty old people like this.
The nurse took up a plastic case the size of a TV remote control. She punched a button. A paralyzing sheet of pain seized Tammy's belly! She shrieked and doubled up. It lasted only a few seconds. When it stopped, she went limp, gasping, whimpering.
The doctor said, "Tammy, you will do exactly as I say from now on or the punishment egg will be turned again! Do you understand? Stop sniveling! Do you understand?"
Tammy lifted her tear-streaked face from the bed. She raised terror-filled eyes. She nodded and struggled to quiet her sobs. She could feel the thing in her pussy, cold and round and horrible. Anything was better than that awful pain!
"Good." The doctor began undressing. "Say, 'Yes, Master.'"
"Y-yes, Master."
Tammy watched with dreadful fascination. Would he have a knobby prick, too, like that first Secret Master? Tammy blushed when she saw his prick. She shivered with fear. It was as big as the other one ... and it had even more pink bumps on it! He was naked; slightly potbellied, thin-shanked, bald, with his weird prick sticking out straight from his loins.
He ordered: "Up on your hands and knees, Tammy! That's right." He snapped his fingers. The nurse squeezed some ointment from a tube and put it on his fingers. He worked it into the crease of Tammy's firm buttocks. "Like smooth melons ... nice, nice silky melons ... nothing like big round tits and tight little asses ... " His slick finger probed into Tammy's puckered little anus. Into the tight, resisting channel, pressing through the clenching ring of the sphincter. He fingerfucked her in the ass.
Tammy flushed and hid her face against a pillow. She couldn't bear to let the nurse see her face. Actually, his fingerfucking her there brought a kind of good feeling. But Tammy was ashamed.
"Now-all ready." He reared up behind her. He worked his shiny, noduled prickhead into her slippery crevice. Tammy bit her lower lip. Why did the nurse have to watch? The Master sighed with pleasure as he grazed a few prickhead nodules against her enclosing ass cheeks. He found the small, puckered anus. He gritted his teeth and pushed!
Tammy howled as the big head lodged in the forced ring of anal muscles. The muscles were stretched, slightly torn, and strained to close. Without thinking, Tammy fell forward flat to get away from the pain. She escaped the Master's prick. He cursed. The nurse pressed the button and Tammy shrieked with agony as her cunt exploded with pain.
The Master gritted, "Up, Tammy. Don't do that again, or you'll be in hell for a lot longer than that last shot from the egg!"
"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... Don't let her make it hurt again. Please!"
"Obey me, then!"
"Yes, Master!"
Tammy raised her ass up quickly. Her mind was still shivering from that terrible blaze of pain in her vitals. She braced her hands on the bedboard to take his thrust into her ass. She wept and tried to stifle her watery sobs.
He smiled. "This time the ram goes through." He caressed her satiny ass cheeks. His hands slid onto her hips and gripped her there.
Tammy waited, trembling, crying. Why was this awful thing happening to her? She prayed and promised she would be good and never make her mother and father angry. She'd always get good grades, she'd never fool around with her pussy in bed, she'd never-
The Master shoved his prickhead into her anus again. He stayed that way, savoring her gasps and quivering thighs. He said, "This is the first time anyone's ever fucked you in the ass, isn't it?"
"Y-yes! Yes, Master!" Tammy abjectly hung her head between her arms. Her long red hair tented around her face. Her breasts hung down like overripe fruit, wobbling, jostling each other as she sucked erratic gulps of air.
His eyes half lidded. He worked his prick into her rectum, with short, deepening jabs. He hissed with ecstasy as his extra-pleasure centers-the pink nodules on his prick--slid through her spasming anus. Tammy endured the pain and humiliation-she had to. His prick felt like a huge turd in her rectum. And it was gradually working inward, into her colon, going deeper and deeper. She was sure his prick would meet some real shit if it hadn't already. Her face flamed and she felt disgust. How could he like doing this?
The Master was sighing and groaning with enjoyment. He pushed his prick further into her colon and did meet some yielding softness. The clustered nerve endings in the small nodes sank into the half-formed turd in her guts. He thrust harder and deeper, seeking more of that enthralling pleasure. He was snorting and plunging. Tammy was hurting badly as her sphincter was rubbed raw inside. The bumps on his prick were enjoying the contact, but she was in near agony.
The Master had it all in her ass, now. His belly smacked her buttocks. She felt his balls swinging into her crotch. His prick was a great log moving in her guts. Then he seemed to go mad with rapture as he pulled her back onto his plunging weapon. His cries were intense, special screams. Tammy knew he was squirting his stuff into her bowels, mixing it all up with the already churned shit. She wanted to die. She knew this would be done to her again ... a lot. All kinds of shameful things would be done ... and she would he forced to do awful things.
The Master went through a series of minor convulsive shudders. He gradually pulled back. His prick was now a soft tube, the nodes also smaller and softened. Tammy almost felt empty when the last inch left her rectum. She collapsed.
The nurse came forward and said, "This salve will make you heal very fast and end the pain." Her finger applied the same stuff Lala had used on Tammy's hymen.
The Master said, "Use her if you like, Helen."
"Oh, I will, Master. Thank you."
Tammy rolled into a ball. She pressed her small fists to her wet eyes.
The young black nurse said, "Open up, Tammy. I have to get the egg out of you."
Tammy willingly opened her legs. The nurse probed Tammy's pussy, her fingers sliding in and working the spheroid into her waiting palm. Her thumb seemed to accidentally rotate briefly on Tammy's clitoris. But instead of putting the punishment egg, away, suddenly the nurse popped it into Tammy's unsuspecting anus! Tammy grunted with pain and surprise. She looked wildly at the grinning nurse and smiling Master.
The Master toyed with the control. "Behave now, little girl. Do exactly as Helen says."
Tammy's fearful gaze switched from him to the control to the nurse. Helen undressed. She was in her late teens, with small, pointy chocolate breasts and purple nipples. Her teeth were very white when she smiled. She said, as she stepped out of her pale green panties, "I'm a girl who loves girls, Tammy. Like men love girls, you dig?" She reached to a long box on the medical tray she had brought into the room. She opened the box and took out a long, fat brown rubber prick, with straps attached.
Tammy's eyes widened as never before. It was an odd-looking thing: it seemed to have two electrical-like plugs sticking out of the base. And the head of it was of a different material ... a silvery metal. Helen stepped into the straps and pulled the dildo up into position.
The Master said proudly, "Tammy, Helen is one of my prize jobs. Show her what I did for you."
Helen climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. Her mound was shaved clean of hair. Her purple-lipped slit pouted open. She used her fingers to pull the lips wide apart. She said, "The Master cut off my fun button and connected the nerves up to two plugs ... see?"
Tammy gaped. There were two little silvery holes in a small plastic plate which was miraculously set way deep into her vulva, over her cunt hole.
The Master bragged, "Found a way to make the flesh accept that composition. They're grown together now. It's part of her now. No rejection."
Helen took the brown rubber prick and plugged the base prongs into the jacks embedded in her vulva. "Uh! Crazy. Now I've got a nine-inch cock." She adjusted the straps to hold it in place. She stroked the silvery metal head. She smiled lewdly. "I feel with this now, Tammy. When I ram this mother into your cunt, I'm going to feel it, just like a man would feel it."
Tammy appealed to the Master. "I-I was just-on the plane. The other Master did it. I still hurt there."
He went, "Tsk, tsk."
Tammy turned apprehensive eyes to the huge brown and silver artificial prick that projected up from Helen's pussy. "It's so big. It's bigger than anything!"
The Master laughed. "No, not by a long shot. You haven't seen Jim. You will tonight." He rubbed his thumb on the pain control. "Now you obey Helen, or ... "
Tammy became acutely conscious of the punishment egg lodged in her rectum. She could not forget it. The knowledge of the pain it could inflict was an icy fear in her mind.
Helen said, "Watch me fuck her, Master. I'm going to come a dozen times!"
Tammy quailed but didn't dare say another word. She watched in dread as the black girl pushed her legs open and smeared more salve into her slit. The salve acted as a lubricant and a sensation deadener. Then the silver-headed prick was positioned-and thrust!
Helen's negroid face twisted with pleasure. "Ohhh, shit, that's good." She had seven inches of the brown rubber shaft in Tammy's cunt.
Tammy lay on her back, legs wide, her mouth an O as she experienced the size of the thing and was double possessed-with the big egg in her rectum sharing her abdomen.
Helen dragged the prick back and thrust in again. "I like it tight, too, sweetie! More tight, more I feel!" She looked up at the Master. "Oh, thank you, Master!"
"Fuck her good and fast, Helen. I haven't got all day."
"Ummm ... um ... um ... um ... um!" Helen stroked the prick in and out with coiled-spring moves of her brown hips. She panted to a climax and kept on thrusting. "Oh ... yes ... UM ... UM!" She didn't care at all about Tammy.
Tammy was stretched to her limit. The prick was reaching up almost to her belly button, she thought, and it brought a flare of pain with each maximum penetration. Her entrance was dead to feeling, but her insides were alive and hurting. She knew it wasn't natural-this queer girl and this weird prick that she plugged into herself. But there was nothing Tammy could do. Not even cry much, now, for fear of the excruciating pain that lay in waiting in her ass if she offended the Master. So Tammy endured the shameful, unnatural fucking with her teeth chewing her lower lips, her eyes closed, her head turned away. Tammy prayed for it to end soon.
The Master sat on the edge of the bed, watching critically. He idly fingered his soft prick. Helen's brown face mottled as she gasped into her third orgasm within three minutes. Her hips reared like a well-oiled machine. Her dildo prick plunged and plunged and plunged. Helen pulled the dildo all the way out of Tammy's cunt. "Oh, sweet John Henry, what a groove!" She moved up and straddled Tammy's waist. She used the dildo to caress Tammy's nipples.
Tammy watched, not knowing what would happen next, afraid ...
"Suck my cock, sweetie!" Helen directed the silver head to Tammy's lips. Tammy made a face. The metal was wet with her own vaginal juice. The thought made her sick. She turned her face away-AND SHRIEKED! Her abdomen boiled with flaming agony! It ended. She went limp, slack-jawed and dull-eyed. She sobbed pathetically.
The Master said lightly, "You forgot again."
Helen inched further up Tammy's body. She pushed the silver head of her prick into Tammy's unresisting lips. Tammy's ass still pulsed with lingering pain, echoes of nerve reactions ... "Suck my cock!" Helen pushed thick inches down into Tammy's straining mouth. Tammy sucked. The metal head tasted icky and aluminum bitter. But she sucked. She licked the smooth round end with her agile little tongue and swallowed the resulting evil-tasting saliva.
Helen was ecstatic. "She's learning, Master. Oooo ... "
Tammy was glad of Helen's words. The pain wouldn't come again now. She would do anything to avoid that terrible pain.
"That's enough ... You've got lab work to do and I've got to take a shot for tonight's orgy." The Master got off the bed.
Helen hurriedly withdrew her prick from Tammy's mouth. She quickly pulled it free of her jacks and pushed the straps off her hips.
"Don't forget the egg."
As Helen dug into Tammy's anus with two fingers, and pulled out the metal egg, the Master said to Tammy, "You'll be prepared for the orgy in a few hours.
"Remember, the egg will be ready if you don't obey everyone, tonight. You will be used to the full limits of your present capacities."
The Master and Helen left Tammy's room. The door was locked. Tammy cried and cried and cried.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tammy had dozed off again, curled into a fetal position on the rumpled bed, her thumb in her mouth. It was night when she awakened in her dark room to the scraping sound of a key in the lock. She was still naked. She pulled the bedspread over her breasts and hips. She apprehensively watched the door open.
Two young girls entered. One of them turned on the lights. The other carried a shimmering, red, translucent dress on a hanger, with matching red satin slippers. The taller girl at the light switch lisped, "Hi! I'm Janey and that'th Cathy. She can't make thenth when she talkth, 'cause of what they did to her, tho pleath don't athk her anything."
Tammy looked at Cathy. The girl was short and cute, in a see-through aqua microdress that showed big, loose, soft white breasts. Her hair was a mass of brown curls cut close to her head. But there was something wrong with her face: her cheeks were puffed and creased.
The other girl, Janey, closed and locked the door with a key on a silver chain around her neck. Her golden blonde hair was in a ponytail. She wore silver mesh hotpants and a wide-knit yellow top that let her small, stick-out red nipples poke through. A boxy silver purse hung from a shoulder chain. She said, "We're here to dreth you and get you ready for the orgy. You're to be prethented to the Matherth tonight. All the new girls are."
Cathy hung up the dress. She went into the bathroom.
Tammy asked, "How long have you been here?"
Janey came to the bed. She said, "Over two yearth." Her eyes were haunted. "But girlth don't latht long, uthually. The Mathterth always want new girlths and different thingth to do."
Cathy started water gushing into the bathtub.
Janey opened her purse. She took out a tube of the special healing salve. "Do you hurt down there?" She pointed at Tammy's crotch.
"Not really. Why can't you talk right? Did they do something to you, too?"
Janey stuck out her tongue. Its tip was a mass of pleasure nodes. She said, smiling, "I like to talk. It makth me like to do other thingth with my tongue too."
"Tammy shivered. "What are they going to do to me?"
Janey hesitated. She looked sad. "I can't tell you. Itth thpethial."
"Please tell me!"
Janey shook her head. "I don't dare. I'd get the egg." She pulled the bedspread from Tammy's hands and looked at Tammy's body. "You're built. The Mathterth love girlth with big boobth."
Janey touched one of Tammy's breasts. "Very nith." Her fingertips rubbed over the nipple. "I like to kith and lick nice thmooth boobth like thith."
Janey bent over and flicked out her noduled tongue. Tammy was sorry for Janey and Cathy. Tammy didn't think one girl kissing and licking another girl's breasts was right. But she let Janey do it. She watched the odd-looking tongue dance on her nipples and was surprised at how good it felt. Janey's hands were patting and feeling Tammy's rounded fullness, too, and pushing the lush flesh this way and that.
Tammy asked, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen. Cathy ith fourteen."
"When do they let the girls go home?"
"They don't. Girlth never go home. They-" Janey shook her head. "I can't thay anymore."
"What did they do to the other girl-Cathy?"
"She'th got an extra tongue and thome thpethial muthleth in her cheekth. Come on, got to give you a bath."
Tammy was full of questions, but Janey wouldn't answer anymore, then. She and Cathy bathed Tammy, then dried her, powdered her, and took her back to the bed.
Janey said, "I have to put thome more of thith thaive in you."
Cathy made an awful gobbling sound. She looked appealingly to Janey. She touched Tammy's left nipple.
Janey shrugged. "Cathy wanth to thuck your boobths, I think. Why don't you let her, a little bit?"
"All right." Tammy tried not to show her revulsion as Cathy's mouth opened as the small girl smiled.
Cathy's teeth were all gone. There were two noduled tongues in her mouth, or one big tongue split to make a sandwich effect ... and as that mouth fastened on Tammy's nipple, a suction was built up to draw the nipple and areola in deeper, and special added jaw and cheek muscles came into action. The two tongues worked together. Cathy's mouth had been reconstructed for one purpose-sucking and tonguing!
Tammy began to perceive how terrible were the Secret Masters. To do this to a sweet little girl! Just for their increased pleasure! So they could enjoy unnatural sensations. They even had their own sex organs altered to accomplish this. Tammy gasped with the horror of it-and with the repulsive, yet intensely exciting hot tickling that Cathy's monstrously changed mouth brought to her breast.
Janey said resentfully, "They make doing dirty thinth feel good for uth. They don't have to forth uth after we get fixed."
Tammy hadn't even imagined having her nipple sucked could feel this good! Cathy's mouth was something else! Tammy squirmed and breathed through her mouth. She settled back on the bed.
Janey glanced at a small, jeweled watch on her wrist. She trailed her fingers along Tammy's inner thigh. "I like to lick a girl'th puthy, too." She smiled almost shyly. "Want me to lick yourth?"
Tammy nodded. She couldn't help wanting it. Cathy's mouth and tongues were driving her wild. Tammy told herself it didn't matter. She sensed there weren't any morals at all in this place, with the Secret Masters or with the other people on the island. Tammy opened her legs and Janey's bumpy tongue was into her pussy right away.
Tammy curiously watched the two girls sucking and licking her body and noticed them shivering and twitching, too, with excitement and pleasure ... from those sensitized nodes on their tongues. Cathy and Janey got a lot out of it!
Tammy became very embarrassed. She closed her eyes tight and wanted to resist the climax that was creeping all hot and nice into her belly. But she couldn't keep it from shaking her and melting inside her and feeling so strong! She writhed and moaned. Cathy and Janey moaned, too, in muted, quieter ways. Then almost in unison they lifted their mouths from Tammy. Janey consulted her watch. "Time to dreth you now."
After Tammy had put on the see-through red dress and put on the matching slippers, Janey and Cathy brushed and combed and styled Tammy's long red hair. When they were finished, Janey unlocked the door and she and Cathy each took one of Tammy's hands and led her out of the room, down the hall, and finally to the entranceway of the Roman-style dining room.
CHAPTER SIX
The large dining room was alive with sound and activity. There were five clusters of people: a Secret Master lounging amid a welter of pillows beside the low marble table, and his young girl and boy slaves. Each Master had at least one girl serving him food, handing him a crystal goblet of wine or other-liquid, a boy or girl to feed him from a plate, and one or two Masters had someone engaged in sex with him.
Tammy was amazed. The sight was like something out of a movie. A stereo system wafted soft string music through the big room. There was loud talk between the Masters, muted side talk to the slaves, and whispering between the slaves. All the slaves wore sexy, revealing garments, even the boys, whose pricks were often swinging free and available from specially designed shorts or pants.
Tammy's eyes were wide as she gazed around. She saw a woman Secret Master! The woman was obviously old in spite of a wig and flowing purple robes; her hands were like claws and age spots speckled her skin. Tammy was dry-mouthed with fear.
Janey said to Tammy, "The Masters drew lots to see who would get you first tonight. Master number one won you." Janet towed Tammy into the room, toward a stocky man who looked at least sixty.
Cathy went to the woman Secret Master, who had gestured imperiously and called.
Janey whispered to Tammy, "Remember, obey any Master, no matter what he wants you to do!" She pulled Tammy to the Master's group.
The girls waited for him to finish chewing a piece of lobster forked into his mouth by a petite, breastless, black-haired girl who looked barely nine or ten years old. He rolled his bright blue eyes toward Janey and Tammy. He smiled widely as he chewed. His orange robes were open and another little girl was massaging his big, noduled prick with handfuls of whipped cream. A third little girl stood by attentively with a goblet of greenish fluid. He swallowed leisurely. "Ah, Janey, is this Tammy? Of course she is. I've heard stories of those lovely breasts. Come here, Tammy. By my side. Are you hungry? Sit. Eat. Get a plate of turkey and some yams and the spring peas for her!"
A "spare" child sprang to obey. The marble table was loaded down the center with platters of food.
"Janey, go to Master Ten now."
Tammy sat beside the Master. He drew her closer. He smelled of perfume and food and his breath was minty. Tammy watched Janey walk to the next Secret Master, a grossly fat man who was lying back, almost obscured by a mass of pillows and attentive slaves. He obviously liked boys.
Tammy's present Master put an arm around her. He closed his hand on her left breast. He lightly rubbed the sheer silken material of her red dress over the jutting globe. "Yes, of course ... perfect." He quivered every few seconds as the child who was attending to his prick slathered on another gob of thick whipped cream and squeezed it over and among the swollen, excited nodes. His fingertip rolled her nipple through the dress. "Give Tammy a drink! Elixir! She hasn't had hers yet."
A girl child with snapping black eyes leaped to pour a glassful of yellow liquid. She handed it to Tammy. "Drink deep!"
Tammy drank a quick mouthful. The liquid was a thinner, watered Elixir, but the taste was still the same. The child returned with a big plate of food for Tammy who ate and drank and watched. The Master continued to idly fondle her left breast.
Tammy saw the doctor, who was also a Secret Master, across the table. Helen was with him, with three other boys and girls. Helen's plug-in silver-ended brown prick was sticking up out of her shimmering emerald robe. And there-at the end of the table-was the Secret Master who had taken her cherry on the plane ... only hours ago! ... with Lala and a boy who seemed older than most. Tammy looked again at the boy. He shifted position. His prick was like a pole! It stuck out stiffly to a point a few inches past his knees! It looked as big around as his arm! And there were rings of bumps on it, too!
Tammy jumped as her Master's laughter bubbled next to her ear. "Spotted Jim, eh? Big boy, isn't he?" More laughter, obscenely shaded with lewdness. "You'll get to know him in a few weeks."
Tammy shivered with dread. Something awful was planned for her. All the hints ... all the secrecy. She wanted to get up and run from these terrible old people, but there was a green-uniformed guard at the wide entranceway door. She wanted to plead and cry ... but she saw a punishment egg nearby on the table, resting in a velvet nest. A constant, obvious reminder to all the boys and girls. Tammy felt the beginning warmth of the Elixir in her belly. She drank more and more. Why not enjoy it? Why not? Why not?
The Master waved away the girl who had beer, caressing his prick with whipped cream. He tightened his grip on Tammy's left breast. "Tammy, do you want a dessert now? I see you've cleaned up your plate." His tone was superior and arrogantly playful.
Tammy hated him. She knew what he wanted-what he would command her to do-because his prick was sticking up, throbbing, an ugly pink-knobbed club between his flaccid white thighs. Some imp of lingering rebellion made her say, "I hate dessert! I hate whipped cream! It makes me sick!"
"Does it?" His voice was mild. "I wonder if I can't change your taste, and your preferences." He snapped his fingers and pointed.
All the girls had gaped at Tammy. One little girl sprang to the table and grabbed the punishment egg. She stared at Tammy with incredulity as she brought it to her Master.
Tammy instantly regretted her outburst. "Please, Master, I didn't mean it! I forgot!"
He held the egg in his palm. "Nonsense! Of course you meant it. You were simply testing me. And of course, your will is not yet quite broken completely. I don't mind punishing you. It is my duty and my pleasure." He smiled at his other slaves. "You see, I must show the others I am fair; I cannot let you get away with insolence if they cannot and could not. All the girls and boys here have tasted the egg." He turned again to Tammy. "Open your mouth!"
"Oh, please, no-"
The Master pressed the egg between her lips. He forced it fully into her mouth. Fear and dread leaped in Tammy's eyes. She saw his other hand dip into a pocket of his robe. Her head was shattered by a lightning bolt of pain! She convulsed and went limp, barely conscious. The egg fell out of her mouth. When Tammy could see straight and sit up, with full control of her body, a moment later, she had a terrible headache.
Her Master said, "Now, Tammy, you will enthusiastically lick the whipped cream from my lovely cock, sucking and tonguing me until I go off.
"And of course," he added, "when I go off in your mouth you will swallow what I shoot. You will swallow it all, and you will not let any dribble down and get away to stain my robe." He patted her hair. "Isn't that right, Tammy?"
"I will have your mouth's virginity. Good. Do you want me to shoot in your mouth, Tammy?"
There was only the barest hint of hesitation. "Yes, Master."
"Begin, then."
Tammy groveled to a position between his legs. A headache was splitting her skull but she had to endure it. She filled her small hands with his sticky, whipped-cream coated prick. She carefully lowered her head and extended her tongue and licked his wrinkled scrotum. He leaned far back into the pillows. He accepted a piece of lobster from one child, a sip of wine from another.
Tammy could think of nothing but pleasing him. Her mind was still jangled by the instant of endless pain from the egg. She licked clean his balls. She licked up onto the shaft of his prick. She was in the most abject position, doing the most abject thing she could imagine. But she could not resist. The egg ... the pain! Tammy licked around his prick until she had the base wet and clean of all traces of the sticky, sweet, gooey whipped cream. The warmth of the Elixir in her stomach was spreading ... sending rivers of heat to her pussy and her breasts.
Tammy licked more enthusiastically. She couldn't help herself. The powerful aphrodisiac was driving away her headache. She carefully handled the prick that pulsed against her lips and cheeks. She licked the first super-sensitive nodule of shiny pink tissue.
The Master's prick jumped against her mouth and tongue. He went "Mmm ... " in approval.
Tammy breathed fast through her mouth. She closed her yes and licked faster. The whipped cream tasted good. The warmth in her pussy urged her to win the Master's greater approval. Her breasts began to burn and her nipples, erect, hard, ached demandingly. Tammy wanted to straddle the Master's leg and rub her dripping slit on his knee, but didn't dare. She moaned with excitement and need and mouthed the side of his prick and licked the knoblets of flesh and worked feverishly now to clean his prick so she could suck.
In her right mind she knew ... she knew ... she would have blushed with terrible shame at even the idea of sucking an old man like this, with an ugly prick like this. But she was in a different world now-with different rules.
Only the head of his prick now was coated and streaked with a residue of whipped cream. Tammy held his big, noduled prick carefully in both soft little hands and eyes still closed, afire with artificially induced lust, groaned as she spread her hot young lips over the purplish head and took it deep into her suctioning mouth. Tammy hardly knew what she was doing. She didn't care. Better the Master's prick than that terrible egg! She panted and sucked and sucked! She moaned with her need to make him shoot. The Master had to be pleased! The reinforced memory of those terrible blazes of agony lurked in her brain.
Tammy's legs found a pillow. She squirmed it higher between her thighs-into her crotch-and fucked the pillow's fringed edge as she sucked the Master. She heard the Master cry, "Ahh ... she sucks like a veteran! Ahh ... yes! With the tongue, Tammy ... around and around with the tongue ... "
She swirled her pink little tongue around the rim of his prick's head in the depths of her wide-open mouth. Around that noduled rim. "AHHHH ... " His prick leaped in her mouth. Thick fluid spurted into her throat. Tammy almost reared back with gagging horror. Then fear kept her mouth full of the Master's shooting prick. She swallowed the stuff and was amazed to find it tasted good-like strawberry syrup!
Tammy sucked with even more willingness. She took the last few drops from his pumping organ and wanted more. She squirmed against the pillow clamped between her thighs. She kept sucking the Master's prick. She would suck until he told her to stop!
"Enough! You learned well, Tammy." He pulled her up beside him. The Master noted her flushed face and wet slit. "Ah, the Elixir is working, umm?"
He crooked a finger at one of the little girls. "Emerald, apply your sweet little mouth and tongue to Tammy's cunt for a while ... until she tells you to stop."
The child handed the goblet of wine she was holding to a little boy and quickly wormed between Tammy's legs. Tammy had a brief thought about the sin of using little children for sex this way ... but her need washed it out. And there was nothing she could do but let it happen. It was the Master's desire!
Tammy opened her thighs wide and let the child's mouth fasten like a leech to her hairless pussy. Tammy sucked a quick breath as the little girl's tongue entered her slit and flitted over and around her swollen clitoris. Another hot melting of sweet pleasure was coming!
The Master put an arm around Tammy. "There are rewards for skilled and obedient slaves, you see. We Masters are generous and pleasant men and women. We ask only that you obey."
He took a goblet of the sweet Elixir and pressed it to Tammy's lips. "Drink. I want to see you sink into unbridled lust. Abandon yourself, Tammy. Let this first night among us here on the island be a memorable occasion."
Tammy took swallow after swallow of the potent aphrodisiac. The heated urgency in her cunt became acute. Tammy undulated her juicy slit against the little girl's mouth. Tammy panted into a powerful orgasm. She whimpered helplessly. When the rush of sensation had passed she was left with the same incredible need for release. She did not tell the child to stop licking.
The Master said, "Ah, the show begins. Watch, Tammy. Master number Three is a master surgeon. His work is fantastic."
Boys and girls, some from each cluster of slaves, were clearing the marble table. Two incredible twin girls walked naked to the table and stepped up onto it. Or-were they boys? Their hair was shiny black, drawn back tight to a bun.
Tammy blinked and stared. The identical twins had nice, full breasts, narrow waists, wide, curving, womanly hips ... and each also had a big, fat, noduled prick sticking out from her loins. Tammy looked hard. Each girl also had a slit! But on one girl the prick was growing (really growing, not a dildo!) from below her cleft. On her sister, the prick was growing from the top of her cleft. There was no sack of balls hanging from the base of either prick.
Tammy was taken by another surge of molten sensation in her own loins. She threw her head back and gave herself to the sparkling pleasure. The child who was eating her was making wet, sloppy sounds. Tammy forced herself to say, "Stop it ... for a while." She pushed the child's head away. Her eyes remained on the twin sisters on the table.
The girls kissed passionately. Their breasts were rising and falling. Their nipples were like ripened berries. Their hands were doubly busy-stroking each other's long, thick prick, and also toying with each other's slit.
The Secret Master said, "Get your dress off, Tammy."
Tammy immediately pulled the see-through red dress off. He took possession of her lush breasts with his fondling hands. He whispered, "Of course this act will arouse me and I think I'll fuck you when the time comes."
"Yes, Master."
The girls on the table were becoming more and more intent and passionate. They stroked each other's prick. They finger-fucked each other. They kissed and intertwined tongues.
The Master said to Tammy, "Watch them! You'll never see the like of this anywhere in the world! This is absolutely unique. I wish I could see it with new eyes each time."
The twins joined together ... hands guided pricks-they kissed, rubbed breasts and fucked each other! Standing with feet widespread, glued together face to face, they fucked. Their pricks slid deep, their bellies smacked. They gasped and grunted and kissed without restraint.
Tammy was burning with desire. Her heated breasts felt bloated and the Master's caressing hands were driving her wild. Tammy's cunt was molten with a need to be filled. She knew her torn hymen would hurt some, in spite of the magical healing properties of the brown salve, but she didn't care. Tammy boldly put her hand on the Master's prick. It was like a warted hose in her small hand. She rubbed some of the nodes lightly with her fingertips. Her cunt itched inside.
The twins fucked faster and harder. Wild cries of ecstasy were torn from their mouths as they kissed. Their pricks were dripping with each other's cunt juice. Their loins made squishy sounds as they bumped violently together.
Under Tammy's touch, the Master's prick expanded dramatically. Within a minute it was as rigid and hard as before. He was delighted. "I like initiative in sex by the slaves. It's a rare quality. So often the egg kills initiative when it kills willfulness." He opened his robe further. He told Tammy what he wanted her to do.
Tammy straddled his hips, facing the table, so that he could look over her shoulder while she watched the twins as she was fucking him. Tammy was open-mouthed with lust. She watched, fascinated, as the girls shuddered in simultaneous orgasms. Their pricks did not shoot. They stayed hard ... and the girls did not stop.
Tammy settled back against the clammy, flabby chest of the Master. She didn't have to make the insertion. A child slave was kneeling, ready, waiting. The Master's prick was rearing up between her open thighs, nudging her belly. Tammy quivered as the Master molded her aching breasts with both hands. Her nipples were like burning fuses. She lifted herself up. The child guided the Master's big, bumpy prick into Tammy's slippery crotch-into the gaping slit.
Tammy took him. She sank down on the thick shaft. She stretched herself and felt pain and felt the odd sensation of the nodes grazing her inner walls. She gasped and writhed as the last inches were crammed up into her distended cunt. The Master's prick throbbed in her belly, and each throb was a pulse of heavenly sensation for her.
Tammy couldn't believe what she was doing. So much had happened to her in twenty-four hours! And yet her thirteen-year-old mind and body did believe and did accept. Even the weird, freakish sex act being performed before her eyes on the table.
Tammy rose and fell on the big prodding prick in her vitals. The bulk helped the deep itch in her hungry cunt. The Master's prickhead rubbed a sensitive spot deep in her belly. The Elixir made her aware of such inner needs ... It was awakening her young sexuality. The Elixir was triggering her in ways nature had not scheduled so soon. Tammy panted as her clitoris was pulled into sliding, slithering contact with the Master's studded shaft.
The Master was holding her tighter and tighter. He was groaning and shivering. His old hands clutched her full young breasts. Tammy rose and fell as fast as she could. She gripped her ankles and pushed up to help her movement. Her own Elixir-fueled lust drove her. She sucked air and whimpered as golden heat blossomed in her belly. She felt the Master's prick jerk in her tight, pumping cunt, and felt the gushing of that flavored syrup. In a brief moment of rationality, her young mind wondered how his stuff could be changed like that, in color and taste. She had heard older girls at school say boys' stuff was white and icky.
The Master said, "I can't keep you any longer, Tammy, for now. The other Masters want to meet you." He made Tammy rise off his prick. "Go to Master number Two, the only woman Master in the organization."
Tammy got to her feet on the cushioned fur and walked naked through the myriads of pillows to the cluster of young slaves serving the ancient woman Master. The woman had signaled the number One Master. She watched Tammy approach. Her eyes were bloodshot. She reached out with a clawlike, spotted hand and seized Tammy's wrist. "My darling child! Lie upon me. You others-shoo!"
Her other attendants scattered. She drew Tammy down upon her purple-robed body. She fastened her thin, grooved red lips upon Tammy's full pink lips. Breath hissed through her pinched nostrils. Tammy felt the old woman's bony frame under her. The crone's kiss was disgusting, even under the influence of the Elixir. Finally the woman broke the kiss. But she held Tammy flat against her. "Sweet darling. When I saw your picture last week and learned you would be acquired, I was enthralled. Such a sweet, innocent face, and such very nice titties."
"You saw a picture of me?"
"Of course. Number Six sends us pictures of little girls and boys he has discovered in his travels, and we vote. You were an almost unanimous choice. You should be proud."
The woman eased Tammy to one side. "Now open my robe, darling."
Tammy folded back the purple robe and revealed a skinny body, but firm of thigh and mostly smooth of skin. There were stretch marks and some creepy skin here and there, but the woman Master was in good shape.
She smiled. "Suck my nipples, Tammy."
Tammy saw that the woman's nipples were actually thumb-sized clusters of pleasure nodes, like two tiny bunches of grapes. She opened her mouth and took one of the clusters in. It felt funny to her tongue, but she sucked as well as she knew how.
The woman's sharp old eyes softened. "Ohh ... that is nice. Your first night here and you suck me like a dream ... Now the other nipple. Ohhhh ... "
Tammy suckled on the woman for long minutes. Soon the old body was jerking erratically, as if plucked by invisible strings. Tammy had to hold onto the shallow breasts with both hands. The woman was in orgasm from the sucking. Tammy's own needs were mounting. The Elixir heat was pulsing in her cunt again, melting her insides and making her pussy lips drip secretion. Tammy sucked passionately on the nipple clusters and wished she could ask to have another slave suck on her in turn.
The woman Master gasped, "Stop ... now switch ... suck my clitoris, darling." She opened her lean thighs. Her mound was fuzzed by a narrow thatch of gray hair. Her pussy lips were loose and open and moist. A cluster of pleasure nodules stuck out of the slit like a pink thumb from a mouth.
As Tammy obediently lowered her mouth to that waiting, glistening organ, the woman said, "No, sixty-nine, darling. Give me your sweet little hole as you suck me." Tammy took a chance on position and straddled the old woman's head. She saw the narrow lips smile and a hand reach out. The Master snapped her finger at another naked little girl slave. "Rose, hand me my vibrator."
The girl gave her a small battery operated vibrator shaped like a long bullet, except that the nose had a cup-shaped depression at the tip. The Master flipped the small switch at the base and applied the humming tip to Tammy's dripping slit. Tammy quivered as the buzzing device touched her clitoris and seemed to enclose it in vibration ecstasy. Tammy dove her head between the Master's thighs and mouthed the protruding, clustered clitoris. It was almost exactly like the woman's nipples. Tammy suckled with great fervor as her own clit was buzzed continuously. Tammy moaned as she sucked and tongued and was shivered by an intense climax.
Her enthusiasm affected the Master, who feverishly applied her mouth to Tammy's wet slit and probed her tongue up into the tight young cunt. Tammy couldn't help moving her pussy down against the Master's mouth and in turn fluttering her hot tongue over the woman's super-sensitized clit in a foam of saliva.
Tammy was thrilled and also flattered that a Master would do this for her! Then Tammy gasped around the clustered mouthful of the big clitoris as the Master took her mouth away and pushed the vibrator up into Tammy's cunt. The humming, seven-inch plastic bullet was buried in Tammy! Her belly was a nest of captured bees! The vibration seemed to fill her to the brim with rapidly fluctuating sine waves of choking sensation. It was all Tammy could do to keep on sucking the old woman's turgid clitoris.
The lean thighs closed on Tammy's head ... tighter! The skinny body went tense and quiveringly still. Then with an explosive cry, she spasmed in a rapid series of climaxes. Finally her thighs opened and she let Tammy's head rise. She dug the still-humming vibrator from Tammy's flushed cunt. She tossed it aside and lightly pressured Tammy away. Tammy responded quickly to the urging.
The Master called, "Coffee!" A boy slave instantly poured a cup at the table, added heavy cream and sugar, and brought it to her, careful not to spill it. The Master sat up. She accepted the cup and sipped. "Umm. Better than Elixir for an old bag of bones like me."
She reached out with her free hand and traced the full, taut contours of Tammy's surging breasts. "Mine were as nice as yours when I was your age. But of course there was no one around to know until I was married when I was twenty-two. All that time wasted." She sighed and winked. "Now I'm more than making up for lost time."
A girl with positively enormous balloonlike breasts came wobbling over from the next cluster of slaves around a Secret Master. She said, "Please, Master number Ten wishes to have the new girl if you are finished with her for a while."
"In a moment. Sit down here beside me, girl. We brought you here last month, didn't we? You're Glenda ... with the incredible titties. Glandular Glenda."
The woman Master idly palmed the girl's immense, bulbous breasts. They were like soft white watermelons, far larger than Tammy's breasts.
The woman Master said to Tammy, "Darling, would you believe I'm eighty-two?"
Tammy shook her head. Tammy couldn't tell the difference between old people. Anyone who was over thirty or forty was old.
"I am. I have a way of staying alive. Once a month I go to my own private clinic in Europe and I have a quart of new, young blood put into my veins, and a quart of my old, used-up blood is taken out at the same time." She laughed. "Go on, Tammy. Go to number Ten. Go with Glenda."
Glenda took Tammy's hand. As the naked girls walked around the end of the marble table, Tammy saw that the twins were no longer fucking each other. They lay exhausted, their pricks soft and limp. Glenda's huge breasts jiggled and swayed in wide, eye-catching movements.
Tammy asked, "Are you that way naturally?"
Glenda nodded. "I had as much as you when I was ten. I'm twelve now."
"Wow. Is the doctor going to do anything to you?"
"He already has. See?" Glenda held up her hands. The pad of each fingertip was a cluster of nodes. "My specialty is caressing. Smooth slippery skin drives me wild."
They reached Master number Ten. He lolled absolutely naked in his bed of pillows. He was very fat. Sweaty flesh hung in heavy rolls on his tub-like body. His thin wavy gray hair was stuck to his scalp. A small boy, no more than nine, was bouncing up and down on the Master's large prick, impaling himself energetically, ecstatically, on the clustered pole. The prick was entirely covered by shiny pink nodes! And the fat Master was grunting and bellowing with pleasure. He puffed and billowed air into his lungs. His fat man's breasts quivered. His eyes rolled.
The Master gasped, "Enough, Georgie! I felt a palpitation that time. This heart is about worn out."
The boy pulled up off the Master's slimy prick. He grinned a little-boy grin. "Can I have Lanny fuck me?"
"Yes, yes ... " The Master heaved himself around to face Tammy and Glenda. "The new girl. I wish you to wash me, first, and then ass fuck my peter."
Other slaves brought warm, damp, aromatic towels. Tammy knelt beside the grossly overweight man and wiped his sweat-oozing nakedness. Glenda ran her noduled fingers over the Master's pink, hairless skin. Her round, apple-cheeked face was open-mouthed with pleasure. She shivered as she caressed his flabby belly.
The Master patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "I do love a nice ass. I'll need a few moments to recover from Georgie, however. That boy! I'll blow this heart because of him. He knows exactly how to move."
Tammy was itchy again, inside. Even ass-fucking would be good. The Elixir seemed to last for hours. She had swallowed an awful lot of it. She noticed pink-on-pink scars on the Master's chest. She asked, "Were you in an accident?"
"Those?" He rumbled with laughter. "Heart transplant surgery, my dear. I am wearing out my third heart now. We Masters and our slaves are the beneficiaries of one of the genius medical men in the world-Master number Three over there-who has solved the rejection syndrome and can also tinker with the pituitary to trigger specific growth in the body. You will be his latest triumph soon, I understand."
The Master smiled and slipped a fat finger into Tammy's crease and explored her tightly puckered anus.
"Do you know what they're going to do to me?"
"Oh, yes. But we do not tell. You'll survive, my dear, and you'll be very grateful, I'm sure."
Tammy wiped the Master's totally noduled prick. She wondered how long it had taken to cover the surface with that many tiny concentrations of pleasure nerves. Under her light touch with the towel, his prick stirred and filled. It rose and lengthened dramatically in the space of ten seconds.
He had his finger into Tammy's anus, sliding it in a fucking movement. He whispered to himself, "Yes, tight ... oh, tight."
Tammy squirmed at the penetration. It didn't hurt. But she feared having to sit on his big, clustered prick and drive it up into her rectum and colon. Its thickness would hurt her, she was sure, so soon after having been stretched and torn there by the doctor that afternoon. But even if it hurt as before, it would still be better than having a punishment egg stuffed into her cunt or mouth and turned on!
The Master puffed to a higher sitting position. Alert little boys buttressed his back with more pillows. "Ah, I see Jim is to perform with Olga. Watch this, Tammy. This is indeed something to see."
Tammy turned slightly to look at the center of the table. The twins had left. The tall, longhaired blonde boy was standing there in a spread-legged stance, hands on narrow hips. His monster prick extended straight out from his loins like a boom from a mast.
The Master murmured, "What a magnificent peter. Fifteen inches! How I wish ... "
Tammy was amazed at the size of the boy's prick. She gazed at it, wide-eyed, her mind full of questions. A thrill of fear went through her. Then a freckled, white-blonde, thick-necked girl stepped reluctantly up on the table before Jim. She was well-developed but obviously young. She turned to look in Tammy's direction for a second and showed a widened mouth and two valves set in her chest between the proud white globes of her breasts. Tammy suddenly realized the girl was breathing through those valves. Jim reached out and touched her cheek and turned sideways to get closer to her. He spoke softly to her. His giant prick swung heavily against her hip.
Tammy breathed, "How?"
The Master chuckled. "You'll see, my dear. They don't like to do it. But they've each had several tastes of the egg recently. Jim has been a trouble maker since we got him. Almost too old, I'm afraid."
Olga stepped away from Jim. She was clearly unhappy. But she bent from the waist, facing him, bracing her hands on her knees. She lifted her head and waited. She was facing the bobbing, wobbling, fist-sized head of his huge prick. She opened her artificially widened mouth. She suddenly resembled an open-mouthed fish.
Jim steadied the arm-thick, arm-long shaft of his monster prick and guided the head of it between Olga's wide-open lips ... into her mouth. He then held her head behind the ears and around her thick neck. Tammy felt Olga's horror. And Tammy made a sound of horror and disbelief as Jim slid that awful, thick shaft deeper into Olga's mouth-deeper than it seemed possible ... and more and more. He was actually pushing that huge prick down her throat!
Olga had closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her straining face. Her throat bulged as Jim's giant prick advanced, as he pushed it further and further. Air hissed through the valves in her chest as she breathed faster and deeper.
Jim was frowning. He didn't seem to enjoy what he was doing. But he continued pushing and thrusting until-until he had all of that huge prick into Olga's mouth and throat and-Tammy realized with a shudder-into Olga's stomach!
Jim's giant balls swung against and under Olga's chin. His scrotum was like a chamois sack that hung halfway to his knees. Olga quivered. Her hands tightened in a death grip on her knees. Tammy turned her face away. She couldn't watch.
The Master continued finger fucking Tammy's anus. He deftly inserted a second finger. "Watch them, my dear. Get used to seeing bizarre depravity. Get used to being part of it!" He laughed and sank his fingers into her rectum to the last knuckle.
Tammy had to look, out of morbid curiosity and horror. Jim was stroking that huge shaft with long, incredible fucks into Olga! The thrusts reached from her mouth to her stomach. All of the fifteen inches was plunged between her lips.
In spite of himself-because of the rows of pleasure nodes on the shaft-Jim was enjoying it. His hips drew back and thrust with lusty grace. He was panting deeply, gripping her head fiercely. His handsome face became a mask of lust. He shook Olga with his ultimate plunges as he smacked his hard, belly against her nose and forehead. Jim was husking with passion, his plunges were fast and violent.
Olga, too, seemed to share the pleasure. Her entire body trembled. The air whistled through her valves as her chest heaved and her breasts swung like bells. Tammy's eyes widened still more as she noted Olga's glistening pussy and hard nipples. Tammy then knew Olga had to have some pleasure nodes implanted in her throat or stomach! The Masters always compensated their young victims.
Jim shouted incoherently in a young baritone voice and thrust savagely down into Olga's guts. Her stomach sucked in and relaxed, went tight, sucked in ... She almost fell. Jim sank his monster prick into her mouth to the limit and held it there. His buttocks were hard, their sides concave with tension. His face was twisted with pleasure. His long blond hair was awry, pasted to his sweaty forehead.
After long, hoarse-breathing seconds, he slowly, gently, pulled the brute prick from Olga's stomach ... throat ... mouth. The enormous prick, wet and dripping, seemed only slightly less thick than before. It dropped low, as if tired, but still straight.
Jim turned sideways slightly to get the thing out of his way, and helped Olga to straighten up. He hugged her and whispered in her ear.
Olga could not speak. She could only breathe through those chest valves. Her green eyes were glazed, confused, and at the same time full of humiliation. She would not look at any of the Masters or slaves that surrounded the marble table.
Jim put his arm around her and led her off the table. They settled down behind the Master doctor and Helen. The doctor said something to Jim and Jim scowled. Tammy squirmed as her current Master worked a third fat finger into her anus. She was in a shameful squatting position beside him as he indulged his whim.
He said, "Now I'll have you sit on my peter, dear. Take it all in and try to accomplish a kind of corkscrew motion with your hips as you ass fuck."
Tammy saw Jim looking at her. He smiled and kept on looking. She smiled back, and hesitated to obey the Master.
"Ass fuck me, Tammy!" There was steel in his usually mild, fat-man's tenor voice.
Flushing with embarrassment, aware that Jim was watching, she straddled the Master's wide, jelly-fleshed hips and squatted down onto the clustered prick.
His fingers had smeared her anus with slipperiness from her rectum and from her dripping cunt. Tammy settled down and felt the knobbed head force her anus. It hurt! The earlier tears and strained tissues parted again and burned with pain. But she settled lower and took the studded prick up into her colon. Her smooth, taut buttocks pressed against the soft, clammy warmth of the Master's belly and thighs.
Tammy could not raise her eyes to see if Jim was still observing her. She gritted her teeth, braced herself with hands on bent knees, balanced on her straddled feet, squatting, impaled on the Master's thick organ, and she began to make small, circular, rising and falling movements with her hips. It was utterly shameful. She knew the spectacle she presented. The thick shaft was pistoned slowly in her rectum, and deeper.
The Master panted, "Very good, dear! Dear God, the sweet tightness. Oh, there's nothing like a new ass! Ohhhh!"
His belly heaved against Tammy's moving buttocks. He puffed and groaned and flopped about under her ass. His prick jetted into her rectum. He gasped, "Don't stop, my dear ... OHHH ... " He bellowed with pleasure.
Tammy knew he was drawing attention from other Masters and slaves. She wanted to curl up and crawl away and find a hole. She remembered the egg ... the agony! She continued her corkscrewing movement with his violently stiff prick in her ass. She was hot, too, and had no relief of sex tension. She wanted to plunge his prick into her helplessly clenching cunt.
The Master endured another endless minute of continuous orgasm. He was thrashing like a beached, blubber heavy whale, puffing and blowing and howling. Then he gave a strangled cry of pain. "Ahh! STOP! Get off! My-heart!" Tammy rose up off the painful spike. The Master was clutching handfuls of his chest flab. "Missed ... yes, I missed three beats ... ah! another!"
The doctor was up on his feet, his golden robe billowing as he hurried around the end of the table. He waved Tammy and all the other slaves away. "Damn it, Harnet, I warned you this morning!"
He snapped his fingers at Helen, the Negro nurse, who had rushed around with him and who carried a medical bag. She had the case open and handed the doctor a stethoscope. She immediately also took out a small bottle of tiny white pills.
Tammy backed away from the Masters and the nurse. She wished the Master would die! She suddenly began to cry. She wanted out! She wanted to go home! Something hot and heavy touched her right thigh. It was Jim's huge prick! He had come up behind her. Tammy shrank from the contact.
He said bitterly, "I don't blame you." His eyes were a dark hazel, sullen and brooding. His mouth was tight-lipped. He nodded toward the fat Master. "You should have kept on. You could have screwed him to death."
"I-I've had the egg. Three times!"
"Huh. I've had it a dozen times at least. They can't break me. I hate them-those rich old perverts!"
Tammy was attracted to him. Not physically- his monstrous prick-but he was very good-looking, built like a Greek statue, like the David she had seen in the County Art Museum ... back home. She asked, "How old" are you? How long have you been here?"
"I'm sixteen. I've been fucking around here for a year. And look what they did to me! This thing! They fucked with something under my brain, way in deep, and my dong started to grow and grow and grow!" He lifted it. It reached as high as his nipples.
Tammy stared at it, unable to really accept its' size. But there it was, only inches from her eyes. A monster. Jim let it fall. It slapped his leg heavily and swung like a pendulum. "They operated on it and put a big bone in it to keep it stiff. They took out a lot of the spongy stuff in it, too, because it soaked up all my blood when I got hot and I always passed out."
"What are they going to do to me?"
"If I told you you'd go crazy. I better not. It wouldn't change anything. I don't want to get five seconds of the egg for that. Only for something important."
"Please tell me."
"I better not." Jim glared around at the continuing orgy. The other Masters were continuing their pleasures. "Maybe the doctor'll tell you tomorrow."
Jim studied Tammy. He smiled faintly. "It could be worse. I kinda like you."
Tammy felt a glow; she liked him, too. "Doesn't anybody ever try to escape?"
"How? Steal one of the yachts some of the Masters come here on? They've always got around-the-clock guards. Steal that jet plane? How many kids know how to fly a jet?"
"Well, what's the use, then?" Tammy blinked tears down her cheeks. "I don't want to be changed into a-a freak like-"
"Me? Or Olga? Or Cathy? Or any of us? A girl killed herself last week. A boy did it last month. That's the only way out. Except if you suck up to the Masters all the time sometimes they'll make you an assistant or something, like that bitch Helen, or Lala, or Maxine ... or a couple of the guards. Those guys were here years and years ago before that ass-fucking doctor found out how to do all this transplanting and make it work."
Tammy sobbed. "I don't want to be cut all up!"
Jim took her into his arms. His enormous prick got in the way. It was awkward and embarrassing. Tammy found herself almost riding it; the thing was like a tree limb between her thighs, pressing against her crotch ... against her still wet, still throbbing, wanting cunt. Tammy pressed herself close and unconsciously tightened her thighs on the armlike cock. She pillowed her full, itchy breasts against Jim's chest. He stroked her back. "We can't even be normal ... this damned Elixir they force us to drink ... "
Tammy started moving helplessly on his prick, rubbing her open, wet slit on the noduled rigidity. Hot pleasure flooded her. She clutched herself tight to him. When the tide of ecstasy had passed, and with it some of the sexual urgency, Tammy buried her face against his shoulder and whispered, ashamed, "I'm sorry!"
"You can't help it. None of us can. The hell of it is-it feels so good all the time. I enjoyed that, too."
Tammy noticed the woman Secret Master beckoning to her. "Oh, no!"
"Go ahead. You might as well. We'll see each other again." Jim bent his head and kissed Tammy tenderly on the lips. He pulled his prick free from between her legs and walked away.
Trying to stop her sobs, Tammy walked slowly toward the woman.
CHAPTER SEVEN
After the orgy that first night, Tammy slept, exhaustedly, for twelve hours. It was three the following afternoon when she awakened. She stared frowning at the strange ceiling, then remembered everything-it had not all been a dream! She wept brokenheartedly for a long time.
Finally she had to get up and go to the bathroom. When she had finished a bath and was walking naked back into the bedroom, the door clicked and the doctor Master and Helen entered. Helen was pushing an empty wheelchair. Tammy's stomach turned slimy with fear. She scrambled into the bed and pulled the covers over her head.
The Master laughed. "Little ostrich girl. Come out from there, Tammy, or you'll get five long, long seconds of the pain egg!"
Tammy moaned and crawled free of the bedclothes. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Fuck you first." He smiled at Helen. "Together, eh, my black beauty?"
"Yes, Master." Helen's purplish negroid lips broke into a wide grin.
Tammy was breathing fast with anxiety. She sat helplessly in the middle of the bed and watched the thin, bald, hawknosed Master undress. Next to him, Helen stripped off her pale green nurse's uniform. She wore nothing underneath but pantyhose. Her loose pussy lips showed wet through the sheer nylon.
The Master stepped from his underpants. His long, fat, knobbed prick stuck out menacingly. He stepped close to the bed. "Suck me, Tammy, until Helen gets her dildo connected."
Tammy crawled to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and licked his noduled head. She looked up at his face to see if he was satisfied.
The Master nodded. "Good." He closed his eyes as Tammy crammed more and more of his prick into her mouth.
All Tammy could do was try to please him. She hated performing like a slave. She hated obeying. She hated sucking the prick of an old man. She felt heat in her cheeks as she saw, from the corner of her eyes, Helen leering as she socketed the long, silver-headed dildo into the jacks in her cunt.
The Master was enjoying Tammy's efforts. He locked his fingers behind her moving head and pulled to force more of his prick into her straining mouth. Tammy gagged as the noduled glans was thrust to the back of her spasming throat. She sucked for air desperately as the shaft receded briefly. She tongued it as best she could. It was so big!
Helen stepped close to the bed beside the Master. Her wicked-looking "turned-on" dildo, held in position by straps, waggled its silver head at Tammy.
Helen said eagerly, "I'm ready, Master."
He withdrew his prick completely from Tammy's stretched mouth. He gestured her back toward the middle of the bed. "This will be a new experience for you, Tammy, my dear. Do as we say and you'll be fine. You'll even enjoy it."
Helen asked, "Shall I give her some Elixir, Master?"
"No, it would foul up our tests later." He fondled Helen's pointed brown breasts. He reached down with his other hand and cupped the metal head of her sensitized dildo. He rubbed it.
Helen's face rippled. "It sure works fine."
"Good. Lie down and get into her cunt from below."
Helen climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Her brown and silver prick swayed like a tower in an earthquake. She grasped it and held it straight up. "Come on, Tammy girl, climb on and slide down my pole!"
Tammy looked appealingly at the Master. She saw him reach to a small box on the seat of the wheelchair. He flipped open the box and took out a pain egg. Tammy cringed inside. Her mind remembered. She quickly straddled Helen's skinny hips.
The long dildo prick was swaying against her belly. Tammy had to rise up on her knees to get clearance over it. She remembered how the thing had stretched her the first time, and how painful it had been. But not as painful as the egg!
Tammy squeezed two tears from her eyes, yearning for home and mother and father and friends as she felt Helen fingering her pussy and positioning the silver head there.
"Sit, Tammy! Lower that hot, tight cunt ... "
Tammy obeyed. The head penetrated her-big, thick, smooth, cold! Then the heavy brown plastic shaft followed. Tammy gritted her teeth as the dildo was pushed up-up into her quivering belly. She sobbed with the utter feeling of distension. It hurt, too, but not as much as before.
"Uhhh ... uh ... " whispered Helen rapturously. "All the way, Tammy ... last inch ... cram it in ... lift the knees ... Ahh ... uh-uh!"
Tammy's guts spasmed with pain as the dildo was totally buried in her. She was sitting, unsupported, on Helen's cunt, her weight having driven the artificial prick into her to its limit.
"All in, Master."
The Master came onto the bed. He got behind Tammy, who was facing Helen. He pushed Tammy forward. "Flat on Helen. Kiss her, Helen. Tongue her. Ger her hot!"
Helen put her arms around Tammy and drew her down. Tammy's cunt was lifted a few inches and relieved of the ultimate depth of the dildo. Helen fastened hot, full purple lips on Tammy's lush, but firmly closed mouth. "Open up, honey, or I'll tell."
Tammy reluctantly let her mouth go loose and felt Helen's tongue enter and flick against her own. Behind Tammy, the Master fondled her taut, rounded, velvety buttocks. Abruptly, he pressed a finger deep into her anus. Tammy jerked and made a sound. Helen continued french-kissing her. Helen joggled Tammy with her hips and joggled the special prick that was deep into Tammy's cunt.
The Master chuckled. "Ride 'er, Tammy!" He jabbed a second finger into the girl's tight asshole. He sank them in as far as he could. He fingerfucked her.
Tammy couldn't help being aroused a bit. The extreme depth of the dildo was gone and the feel of it so large in her, and unpainful, was good. The Master's fingers weren't irritating. The salve that had been so liberally applied all last day and night had healed the tears and irritations ... and she had been used so often.
Tammy began to respond to Helen's continuing tonguing. Tammy's lips warmed. Her breathing quickened. She squirmed on the dildo and backward against the Master's stabbing fingers.
The Master nodded to himself. He smiled, pulled out his fingers and brought his fat, hard, noduled prick against her anus. He gripped Tammy's slim, undeveloped hips and shoved into her rectum. It was brutal and painful.
Tammy broke the kiss with Helen and howled pathetically. But she could not escape the impalement. Even if she could have-she wouldn't have dared.
The Master sawed into her colon. He snorted with pleasure. He fucked deep, fast, and within half a minute was smacking Tammy's firm buttocks with his slight potbelly. The impacts sent Tammy forward-the thick dildo pistoned in her cunt-the Master and Helen pulled her back-the dildo pistoned deeper-and Tammy gasped with the double fuck-the two big pricks in her belly and rectum, separated by only a thin membrane. Helen was moaning her puffed "Um-um-ums. She gripped Tammy's waist and helped move the girl to and fro. Helen climaxed loudly.
The Master was fucking Tammy's ass fast and hard. He began to scream in the oddly intense, special way he had before when orgasm had taken him when he ass-fucked Tammy. He drove his noded prick like a madman-and screamed with his vastly concentrated and augmented ecstasy. He spurted into Tammy's colon. He churned the contents to a delicious-feeling mush.
Tammy shook with the reaction to their excitement. She was shamed by a swift rise in her own lust-and a flash peak of scalding sensation. Tammy melted against Helen's brown, sweaty body.
The Master clung to Tammy and let his prick slowly shrink out of her anus. A moment later he sighed deeply and said, "I'll bathe now. Then Helen, then you, Tammy."
Forty minutes later, when Tammy hesitatingly emerged from the bathroom she saw Helen waiting for her, a syringe in hand.
The Master said, "Sit in the wheelchair, Tammy. No, no clothes."
Tammy's dread returned. "What are you going to do to me?"
"You'll find out soon enough."
Tammy's stomach was all gone. She couldn't swallow. She felt dizzy. She found herself walking to the chair. She was breathing in quick, shallow gasps.
She sat in the chair. The plastic leather was cold and stuck to her naked skin. "C-can't I just do sex with everybody the way I am?"
"That palls very quickly, Tammy." The Master strapped her in.
Panic flooded her. "I don't want to be a freak-like Olga ... or Cathy!"
Helen swabbed Tammy's arm and quickly, efficiently, made the injection.
The Master nodded approval. He cinched a strap tight. "Child, I promise you, you'll appear perfectly normal and you'll talk normally, too."
"Then what ... are ... you ... go-ing ... to ... do?" Tammy's head dropped. Blackness smothered her mind.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Tammy awakened slowly, her brain swirling with near vertigo. She felt utterly exhausted ... weak. There was a tube in her nose that went down her throat. She opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling that spun slowly. She closed her eyes immediately. Gradually, she became aware of constriction around her body ... She tried to move her arms and legs and discovered that she was spread-eagled and fastened to an aluminum framework that covered the bed.
Tammy couldn't see her body. There was an aluminum shield from armpit to armpit. She couldn't feel anything inside her body. She could see tubes and bottles and things hanging over her. Some of the tubes led, probably, to her arms. The tube in her nose and throat was dully irritating. Tammy became aware of a sound ... a regular pinging sound ... in the room. A machine.
She heard a door sigh open, heard crepe-soled footsteps on tile. The doctor Master appeared over her. "Awake. Congratulations, Tammy, the operations were a success. I consider you my masterpiece to date. Thirty hours at the table ... what a job ... but what results!"
Tammy licked her lips. She tried to speak. "What-what did you-"
"You'll learn that later. I'm going to keep you under most of the time while you heal. Even with my special healing agents, recuperation from major surgery takes time." He adjusted a valve on a tube. "I'll be in to see you again, frequently."
Tammy felt unconsciousness wash over her again. She sank into a familiar blackness ... She had a dream. Helen had entered her room and inspected the bottles and tubes and consulted a chart. Helen wavered as if seen through water. Helen smiled. "Hey, baby ... you got yourself a cunt that's outta sight!"
Then Helen had gone and the blackness had crept slowly over Tammy again. Tammy came up to consciousness-she didn't know how much time had passed-and felt better, felt fairly normal, felt strong. She heard the machine pinging away.
Helen entered. "Hi, Tammy. You're mostly healed, you know? I'm going to give you some solid food now. Just a bit." She fed Tammy some soup.
Tammy was not put under again, but kept flat on her back. She was spoon fed at frequent intervals and bathed, but still not allowed to see her body. She knew there were bandages on her chest and stomach and belly and groin. The bandages and dressings were changed every day. The tubes dripped fluids into her and drained wastes.
Tammy was terribly bored and restless and cramped from the unvarying position. Finally, her arms were freed and she was allowed to sit up. The shield was taken away. Her legs were kept wide apart, however, because tubes went into her pussy and drained a yellowish substance. The bandages on her chest-stomach-belly-groin became lighter and narrower. She was not allowed to see her torso when they were changed; an eye cover was used.
The doctor Master visited frequently and often examined Tammy. Tammy could feel strange sensations in her chest--all the way down to her pussy lips. A horrible suspicion settled into her mind. She asked and asked but the Master evaded. "You'll know in good time, Tammy!"
The day did come. The Master and Helen entered with a medication and equipment cart. The narrow dressings were removed and Tammy was not blindfolded. She saw a thin pink line that ran from her sternum to her vulva. Her slit had been lengthened; it extended at least two inches higher into her mound.
Tammy's mouth was dry. "Why did you cut me open that far?"
"I'll show you." The Master nodded to Helen. The nurse bound Tammy's hands to the bedframe and strapped her down. The Master took from the equipment cart a long, hollow, thin metal tube with a sliding inner sleeve. The inner section had a light in it. The outer tube was an inch in diameter. The end was rounded with a hole in it. He inserted the end of the tube into Tammy's pussy. He pushed it in ... and in ... slowly.
Tammy felt odd sensations from it ... ticklish feelings. The tube was cold. Tammy suddenly realized the Master had more than a foot of it into her! "Oh, no!" She gasped and stared as he pushed it further up into her! It was cold in her stomach! She could feel it up between her breasts! In her chest! Tammy's eyes became wild and fixed. She began to scream!
Helen injected a powerful tranquilizer into Tammy's arm. Tammy quieted a moment later. She lay passive, full of strange lassitude. She watched unperturbed as the Master got down and peered up the tube into her body ... into the long hole in her body.
She heard him say, "Excellent. Perfect growth. No lesions or tumors. Healthy tissue. Absolutely fine union and acceptance."
Helen asked, "Those clits in there-they alive and hooked up right?"
"We'll find out day after tomorrow." He straightened up. He eased the tube out of Tammy. He said, leaning over her, looking into her dulled, placid eyes, "Child, you now have a thirteen-inch vagina. The new channel took perfectly."
He smiled proudly. "Don't be afraid. The shock will pass. I'll see you tomorrow." To Helen, he said, "Twenty-four-hour monitoring." He left.
Helen smiled lewdly. She put her brown-skinned hands on Tammy's full, upthrusting pink and white breasts. "Um ... thirteen inches of cunt! And all those sweet little fun nerves inside, too. You and Jim're goin' to be something to see! Too bad you're too big for my prick now." Helen watched Tammy's face for a moment, then stepped away. "Sleep, baby." She prepared an injection and administered it.
Tammy went under with perfect equanimity. She had understood every word, but her emotions were not available. The next day Tammy was kept tranquilized, but not so heavily. She thought lethargically of killing the Master ... and Helen ... all the Masters ... She wondered if she could kill herself. That was more realistic, she knew. Suicide.
She was now a freak. A freak ... a cunt-nothing but a long cunt, created to match Jimmy's monster prick. So he could fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck her ... for the Masters' amusement ... as entertainment. Used! A freak fucked by a freak. Used. How awful, how loathsome are the Masters. She would be better off dead ... than as a specially created sexual monster.
Tammy began to realize she was no longer normal. It sank in. She was no longer really human. She saw the TV monitors watching her. Every moment. She knew she had to wait and think and then when the time was right ...
The next morning, the Master visited Tammy alone. He carried a pain egg and control into the room, without comment. A reminder. He put them on her bedside table. "Testing reactions today, Tammy. In a moment. I want you to know exactly what I did for you.
"I grew your new vagina in a DNA tank according to a computer program set up last year-when I stimmed Jim's pituitary and implanted a bone in his vastly grown penis.
"We had you planned for a long time. Just a question of finding the right little girl. We chose you from among hundreds.
"Well. Implanting your new vagina meant rearranging most of your other internal organs to create a straight-line channel or tunnel."
The Master was enjoying his triumph. "I have favored you with hundreds of pleasure nerve centers that spiral along the inner surface of your new vagina. The entire length."
He laughed. "Plus. Plus-a special endcup of interconnected clitorises ... " He put a finger in the deep, soft valley between Tammy's breasts. "Here, at the end of the road."
Tammy knew he was waiting for, and expected, thanks. She whispered unenthusiastically, "Thank you, Master."
"Thank me by turning over and giving me your sweet ass, Tammy."
She obeyed, flushing. It was so light in the room!
"Knees up to your chin ... That's right." He opened his pants and took out his big, bumpy prick.
Tammy felt the head of it nose into the cleft between the cheeks of her buttocks. She pressed a fist to her mouth as his thick prick entered her anus. Tammy was ashamed of her easy acceptance of the prick. There was even a kind of sensual enjoyment of its bulk in her rectum-sliding in and filling her, making her feel as if she was shitting, as the shaft slid almost all the way out ... then entered deep again.
The Master chuckled. He had his hands on her hip and shoulder as he stood beside the high bed and fucked her. "I do think you're beginning to like ass fucking, Tammy. Maybe some day I'll do another job on you. We could straighten out your sigmoid curve ... add some nerve clusters, a clit or two inside the rectum."
"No, please, no!"
"But, child, you could have an orgasm every time you sat down to shit. The mere accumulation of a turd in your altered colon would be pure, slow heaven for you."
But Tommy could not think beyond the present shocking violation of her body's integrity. The emotional trauma was still sinking in, sifting down through the layers of her inner mind. Tammy wept as the Master fucked her in the ass. She wept for her former physical self. She sensed that her altered body would mean tremendous changes in her mind-personality, character.
The Master was breathing heavily. His small potbelly clapped smartly against her ass as he drove faster and faster, whinnying with pleasure, eyes rolling, clutching her hip with a tightening hand. He jerked with the ineffable pleasure of his enhanced orgasm. His scream was high pitched and wildly intense.
Tammy was glad he was finished ... but also guiltily happy that he wanted her. He was one of the Masters and he had the power ... the power to change her entire life, her entire self! He already had. To her horror, her former life, her family and friends, were fading away as unreal, distant.
The Master withdrew from her rectum. "Ahh ... " He wiped off with a towel. He rolled Tammy over onto her back again. "Time to give your new cunt a proper manual inspection as well as a sensory test."
"What are you going to do?"
He smiled and took a long rubber glove from a cabinet drawer. He pulled it onto his right arm. The glove reached up to his shoulder. He sprayed a disinfectant foam on it and wiped it off with a sterile towel. "Legs apart, Tammy! Knees up."
Tammy obeyed. She worriedly chewed her lower lip as he easily slipped his entire hand into her widened entrance. "Feel anything, Tammy?"
"Yes." She was aware of not just one point of pleasure-as before when she or someone else had touched her clitoris. Now-there were dozens of sparkling centers of good, hot feeling! At the entrance-and now inside-and his hand was going deeper into her belly. Tammy swallowed. Her eyes widened. "It feels ... weird!" Her thighs opened further, signaling unconscious acceptance and desire for more.
She saw the Master's hand disappear into her. His fingers were moving in her! Touching the pleasure nerve clusters, stroking them awake. Tammy had to breathe through her mouth. She was breathless, aroused! The presence of his hand-and now his wrist, too-in her belly, was both terrifying and more than gratifying. The physical-mental shock of seeing his arm, going into her-and feeling his arm going up, reaching further and further up into her body ... and at the same time experiencing the unarguable pleasure of that awful/wonderful invasion-set up a powerful conflict in her mind. Tammy began to shake like a leaf. She cried. Her full, young breasts quaked on her heaving chest.
The Master grinned in a kindly way. "Mixed emotions, hmm, Tammy? I expected it; any change in the body image is a trauma. This is a major one." He worked his arm deeper. Half of his forearm was in her. He found each pleasure node in her now implanted vaginal sleeve and tickled it to throbbing life. Each new pleasure center brought a small gasp of disbelief from Tammy. Her mind was being flooded with pleasure. Now she was eager for more-and ashamed! He was touching inside where her stomach used to be. It was incredible! Tammy continued to shake with reaction. She wept uncontrollably.
The Master kept on, inching his arm deeper and deeper up into her torso. "Now-just about here-" His fingertips reached up-up-his arm to the elbow was buried in her! He was touching between her lungs! Next to her heart! He tickled a place-a special place-and Tammy moaned in helpless ecstasy. It felt, to her like a big knot of heaven in her chest. A lump as big as a fist-pure rapture as he wriggled his rubber-clad fingers into the lump.
The Master laughed with triumphant delight. "Perfect! I can see you like my creation. A cup of concentrated rapture, hmm?"
Tammy was almost beyond hearing. She managed to gasp, "Yes, Master!" His fingers were working in circles in the magic cup of bunched clitorises. Tammy sobbed and spasmed. A convulsive ripple spread down her long, long vagina; it was not just a tube of membrane tissue-it had a surrounding cover of muscle. The ripple pressed the spiraled nerve clusters against the Master's arm and wrist. This intensified her sensations. Tammy almost fainted. Her convulsive orgasm went on and on!
Tammy panted and writhed on the long, thick post that was his arm. She did faint for short seconds, then came to, to exist again in the enthralling, overwhelming, continuing ecstasy of climax. She finally lost consciousness for a longer time. When she became aware again, she felt empty. The Master's arm was gone.
Tammy lay quiet, wanting his arm again and hating herself for wanting it. The Masters made sure of their slaves-by making it a self-wanted slavery. A slavery to pleasure. Tammy was humiliated. She was already seduced to that state. Her new cunt itched for filling.
The Master turned from stripping off his long rubber glove. "You'll have to get used to that much sensory load, Tammy. You'll find, too, that that much pleasure can be addictive. Your whole life can center around orgasms." He shrugged and smiled. "Nothing wrong with that. In your case, with that set of clusters and clits I gave you in that cunt ... you might turn out to be a climax hound. We've had a few girls turn out that way. We'll find out tonight, I think. There'll be an orgy, and you and Jim will be the featured act for our amusement. We masters have bets going as to how much fucking you can stand, and how frequent and how strong your orgasms will be. One Master-not myself-thinks you'll die of a sensory overload."
The Master came to the bed and rubbed Tammy's red hair. "No girl, or Master, has ever had as many pleasures clusters or clits grown or implanted that can be in contact and 'working' at one time, as you have now. Not even Master number Ten, that greedy, heart-busting bastard!"
Tammy could only whisper, "Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight. Six hours from now. About an hour into the orgy you and Jim will be on the table and he'll shove that magnificent fifteen-inch prick up into your new cunt."
"Oh ... no ... " Tammy felt the lure of it already-and the shame.
CHAPTER NINE
Tammy knew she would have a few hours alone. She went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Her image was unchanged. But she felt a constant, low-key itching awareness of the long flesh tube that now ran up the center of her body. She knew it would always be there in her mind, in her waking world, to remind her that she was a sexual freak, a walking, talking, breathing CUNT!
Tammy began to weep. She looked down at the enlarged slit between her legs. She didn't want to live this way! Tammy wandered around in her bedroom and bathroom seeking a way to kill herself. She knew the tiny TV cameras in the corners of the ceilings were watching her.
She washed her hair and wrapped a big, long towel around her head. Still naked, she went to bed. She slipped all the way under the covers and quickly unwrapped the damp towel from her head and knotted it around her neck. With both arms straining, Tammy cinched the knot as tight as she could! She was choking. She couldn't breathe! She saw a myriad of colors in the darkness under the covers. Her lungs began to burn! She struggled to keep her hands from freeing her throat. She gripped the sheet. Her breasts heaved frantically. Her lungs were on fire! Her mind began to swim and fade.
Suddenly the covers were ripped away and she was staring, bulging-eyed, at two green-uniformed guards. The men tore the knotted towel loose. One of them put his mouth to hers and forced his breath into her lungs. Tammy hated the pressing of his mouth and the rough clutching of his big hands on her skin. She wanted to die! But they wouldn't let her.
When the men were sure she was out of danger, they took her immediately to a luxury suite of rooms on the second floor of the mansion. It was the suite of the old woman Master. She lay amid velvet pillows and silk sheets on a huge bed. She was sipping from a small, delicate china cup. There was a bed table across her lap. Several girl slaves attended her.
One of the guards said, "This one tried to commit suicide a minute ago, Master."
"Ahh? Tammy! My darling child! I'm disappointed in you!" She snapped her fingers. "The egg."
A little girl scampered away to a bureau. She brought an ornate golden case to the Master.
The Master took a key on a silver chain from around her neck and unlocked the case. She took out a punishment egg and the control. She handed the egg to a guard.
Tammy struggled. "I won't do it again! I promise! I'll be good!"
But the guards ruthlessly forced the egg up into her anus. The Master yawned and triggered it. Tammy shrieked and stiffened with the excruciating agony. She convulsed and was allowed to sink to the deeply carpeted floor. She flailed and jerked in bubbling, raw pain as the Master calmly continued to activate the control. Then, mercifully, the agony was gone, leaving behind echoes of its terrible power.
Tammy lay curled up in the fetal position, shaking with sobs. The guards left. The Master continued to sip coffee and pick at her small meal. She ignored Tammy for a while ... as did the others. When Tammy had quieted, the old woman said, "Come up here by my side, Tammy."
Tammy jumped to obey. She tried to control her lingering tears. She lay next to the old, hooknosed lady.
"Tammy, I understand that you are just out of the hospital section. Quite often, girls who have just been changed to suit our purposes try suicide. We can't let that happen. They represent a great deal of money and effort and time and expectation."
Tammy had the courage to say, "I don't want to be like this."
"But you are like this, now. There is no going back. You have no choice. There is no escape." The Master chewed a long time on a piece of meat. She sipped coffee. "We Masters have maintained this island for this purpose for over one hundred years. We have kept beautiful boys and girls here for our pleasures for all that time.
"Those children who are unable to adjust or who rebel too often ... those are eliminated. Lately, the best parts of such children are kept for later use either by the Masters or for use in new children."
"Then kill me now!"
"No, Tammy. You are still in shock. If, after a month or so, you still are unreliable ... then we may grant you your wish. But wouldn't it be nicer to accept your new status and cooperate and learn and be of use to us?"
The Master fed Tammy a small piece of meat. Tammy ate it, feeling like a pet dog or cat.
"Tammy, with number Three's genius and his new transplant techniques, we Masters can live for hundreds, if not thousands, of years! Our favorite, loyal servants will be similarly rewarded. Foolish, unappreciative little girls and boys will simply die! Painfully! We put an egg in the anus, the vagina, and the mouth-tape them shut-and activate the controls until the poor dear is dead. Not a pleasant way to die. Sometimes it takes hours!"
Tammy shivered. Her mind cringed at the thought of three eggs in her body, and left on until-
She whispered, terrified, "I'll be good."
"Of course you will, darling." The Master motioned with a clawlike hand to a naked ten-year-old black-haired girl to take away the lap table. The Master opened her robe and said, "Suck my special nipples, Tammy."
Tammy willingly fastened her mouth on the nearest "grape-cluster" nipple. Her tongue fluttered and licked over the quickly swollen nodes.
The woman Master sucked air in fast, excited breaths. She gestured imperiously to a small blonde girl with diminutive, cuplike breasts. "Marcie, go down on me-mouth my wonderful clit, darling."
The child wormed instantly between the woman's opening thighs and glued her small, rose-petal mouth to the dripping slit and the protruding, waited clitoris.
The old woman's body began to twitch. She gasped orgiastically. "You both suck so nicely ... ohh ... yes."
The Master jerked into a long series of orgasms. Her belly sucked in and out dramatically. Her dry, wrinkled skin seemed to draw tighter and tighter over her sharply hooked nose. Her thin lips compressed to a thin red line. Her pinched, narrow nostrils flared continually. Finally, she pushed Tammy and Marcie away with hard, chopping pushes of her hands. "Stop!"
Tammy fell away from the woman's flaccid old breasts. She waited dumbly for the next order. But in Tammy was a flicker, still, of rebellion. A tiny impulse glowed-escape! Get away and expose the Masters to the world and save countless girls and boys this kind of mutilation and slavery. And punish the Masters! The United States would send soldiers and wipe them out! Kill them! Stick them with bayonets! Get the kids off the island and drop an atom bomb on it!
But Tammy did not betray these thoughts in any way. She lay with head bowed, the picture of submission.
The Master patted her on the head. "Have you learned, Tammy? Are you convinced now?"
"Yes, Master!" Tammy put fervor into her voice. She was acting, pretending. She would fool them!
"Good! Now go on out to the hallway and tell the guard to take you back to your room. Janey and Cathy will be along to dress you for your debut with Jim tonight at the orgy."
Tammy nodded and started to climb off the bed.
The old woman Master said sharply, "Tammy! I am not a fool. None of us are. I know you may be dissembling. You may not be as thoroughly cowed as you appear. Be aware that we have not lasted this long without having considered every possible scheme that a clever young mind could concoct for escape or for inflicting possible harm to us."
"Yes, Master!" But Tammy knew there had to be a way. Evil couldn't triumph forever. God wouldn't let the Masters get away with this ... not for much longer. He just couldn't!
Tammy left the Master's suite of rooms. She did as she was told. Minutes later she was back in her room, aware of the TV scanners watching her. A light salad and a glass of milk were on a table by the window. She ate ravenously.
Three hours later, when it was dark out, a key turned in her door's lock and Janey peeked in. "Hi, Tammy." She entered and Cathy followed, carrying a clothes box.
Tammy nodded to them. An "all-gone" queasiness claimed the pit of her stomach. The long, alien flesh tube that lay buried in her abdomen suddenly flared with a brief sexual itchiness.
Janey closed the door. She and Cathy were wearing golden low-cut, see-through micro-dresses. Janey's blonde ponytail swished as she shook her head, smiling. "We heard what you tried to do! You got the egg, didn't you?"
Tammy nodded. She looked at Cathy's altered throat, jaw, and cheeks. She looked away. Cathy gobbled something with her two tongues. Janey interpreted: "You better be good from now on!"
Tammy almost blurted her secret plans, then didn't. She didn't know who she could really trust.
Cathy opened the box she carried. It held an outfit for Tammy.
Janey took out a foil-wrapped candy bar. "You have to eat thith. It'th full of Elixir." Janey sensuously licked her noded tongue over her lips. "They want you all ready in half an hour."
Tammy took the candy. She couldn't refuse. She ate it. It tasted like chocolate mixed with pineapple. It seemed to her the soft tunnel in her body began to immediately itch more strongly.
Cathy lifted the garment from the box. It was a special shirt and pair of hot pants; the shirt was brilliant red silk with two round, decorated holes in front for her breasts. The hot pants were of red leather, and the front had a big oval hole edged with hand-tooled designs.
Tammy slipped into the pants. The hole exposed her enlarged, hairless cunt lips. Even after all of her sexual experiences recently, Tammy flushed when she saw herself in the mirror. "It's dirty!"
Janey giggled. "It thure ith! The Matherth will love it!"
Tammy complained bitterly, "Do you know what they did to me?"
Janey nodded. "You're lucky, compared to thome of uth."
Cathy tried to speak, made gobbled sounds, stopped, and began to cry. Tears dropped onto her sheer dress and onto her big, soft, round breasts.
Janey said, "We can't change anything, tho ... " She handed Tammy the red silk shirt.
Tammy put it on, adjusted the holes to fit snugly around her full young breasts, and felt even more embarrassed.
"You look perfect!" Janey tugged a little, smoothed a little ... and licked Tammy's nipples a little with her special tongue.
Then Cathy came forward and mouthed one of Tammy's nipples with her two tongues. She sucked in a special exciting way. Tammy's nipples surged out into swollen, excited prominence. Tammy chewed her lips as a wild heat was born in her breasts and in the long channel in her body. She breathed raggedly. She looked down and was humiliated to see her exposed, enlarged cunt lips glistening with secretion.
Janey stepped back. "Thit down now and we'll do your hair a little."
She and Cathy combed and brushed Tammy's long red hair. They worked some conditioners and oils into her hair and scalp. Ten minutes later Tammy's hair gleamed lustrously in long, tumbling waves past her shoulders.
Janey consulted her wristwatch. "I gueth it'th time now." She unlocked the door and she and Cathy led Tammy to the orgy room.
CHAPTER TEN
There was a hush as Tammy and her escorts entered. All the slaves and servants and Masters swung their eyes to her. Eating sounds died. Only the muted stereo continued. Tammy wanted to shrivel up and die. She almost started to cry. The sexual itching in her body-in that awful tube-was making her so terribly aroused! She felt a drop of cunt juice trickle down her inner thigh.
A Master ... the doctor ... called loudly, "Center of the table, Tammy. Jim is waiting!"
She walked, trembling, past the grossly fat Master and his cluster of children and servants ... past the old woman Master who this night wore a brilliant green robe ... to the "performing" area in the middle of the long marble table.
Jim was sitting there on a cushion, eating and drinking. A small cup of Elixir was beside him. He had sipped half of it. He had watched Tammy approach. His immense prick stuck out like a cannon over his legs, which were crossed in the lotus position. His golden brown eyes jittered nervously. He smiled. "Welcome to fuck city."
"Do we have to do it right away?"
"No. Eat something first." He snapped his fingers. A naked little boy jumped to be near. "Make Tammy a plate. Heavy on meat." The boy scurried to obey.
Tammy sat opposite Jim, with her legs closed, to hide the big gap in her crotch.
Jim grinned lopsidedly. "We star performers have a lot of privileges. That's part of the seduction-the Masters make you part of the Establishment." He tapped his giant prick with a finger. The massive shaft moved like a limb in a breeze. "They build in a lot of compensations." He glanced down at Tammy's thighs. "I've heard about your equipment ... all the come warts he sewed into your new hole." Jim bit savagely into a leg of chicken and drank some dark fluid from a goblet.
The little boy returned from his quick trip to the various platters and bowls of food. He handed a heaped plate to Tammy and hurried away to get her a goblet of something to drink.
Tammy was hungry. But she couldn't ignore the growing fire in her body. She gasped and couldn't stop rhythmically pressing her thighs together. Minor waves of alluring sensation came from her cunt entrance. The great hole in her body ached and burned for filling! She ate quickly. She noticed a film of perspiration on Jim's forehead and upper lip. His huge prick throbbed slightly. A small dribble of slippery secretion smeared the purplish glans below the small hole at the tip.
Jim's hand shook as he picked up the cup of Elixir. He sipped and handed the cup to her. "Finish it. I can't hold back much longer."
Tammy took it from him, hesitated a second, then drained it.
Jim's eyes showed hopelessness and anguished lust. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you in a couple minutes. Christ!" His hands fisted. "I hate it and I love it!"
Tammy whispered, "Me, too, I guess. I don't know-yet." She gobbled food as fast as she could. Her body seemed to cry for more and more fuel.
Jim's hand appeared and palmed her buoyant, jutting left breast. His eyes were hot. His hand was hot-electric-on her warm, tingling flesh. Tammy gasped and let the plate fall from her hands. The fork clattered on the marble. Tammy went all spasmy inside. The fleshtube in her body seemed to ripple eagerly, demandingly. She found herself staring at Jim's monster prick.
The Masters were gathering, closing in on the center of the table, eager for close-in views. Their slaves and attendants adjusted pillows, provided drinks, and complied with their Master's sexual desires-sucking, slow fucking, whatever trick the Master wished while observing Tammy and Jim.
Tammy was aware of the eyes, the eager eyes that were all around now. She didn't care ... yet did. She flushed with shame and with abandon.
She fell back on a low pillow. Her thighs fell wide open and her enlarged slit gaped wetly.
Jim was on his hands and knees, his prick hanging to the smooth surface of the marble table, leaving a sticky wet trail of juice as he came to her. Tammy watched, hypnotized, terrified, in an agony of lust. He came over her. His giant prick, like a blind log, prodded heavily into the swiftly narrowing V of her thighs and found her entrance. Jim locked his eyes to hers. His face was stiff with lust. He groaned as his prick slid into her endless cunt.
Tammy felt it-felt it!-as it penetrated up and in and up and in and IN and IN! She panted and shook. His prick was filling her body, gorging her belly, her stomach, or where her stomach used to be, and was prodding further-Tammy's eyes bulged as his prick fitted itself into the cup formed of clitorises that was the end of her long, stimulated cunt. Tammy spasmed on the thick, fifteen-inch prick. She shook as if in the grip of a high fever. Her heart labored beside that magic cup.
Jim panted. "I've got to-I've got to!" He reared back, dragging the giant prick almost out of Tammy. Then he plunged it in, drove it-all the way, straining her, possessing her totally.
Both their faces twisted and flowed like soft wax under the onslaught of the mind-burning intensity of the sensations created by that plunge. Tammy's chest seemed to explode with pleasure. Jim drew back-massive, exaggerated moves-and thrust-and thrust-and thrust!
Tammy ceased to exist as an individual, as an ego. She was a pulsing, sparkling cunt that existed only to feel, only to contain, a huge, rampaging cock. Tammy was only a body around a golden cunt, and a brain whose function was to experience the blinding ecstasy of the cunt!
Tammy was in orgasm! In orgasm! Panting, sucking desperately for air, expanding her chest, faster, faster, to serve the crowded lunge, for each time the huge sweet, fiery piston that was Jim's prick thrust up into her body it jolted her to quivering ecstasy and drove air from her in a forced exhalation. Tammy's mind swirled in unbelievable rapture. She slipped into semi-consciousness. There was no past or future, only the pounding, the rush of volcanic sensation the length of her abdomen, the sweet, overpowering shock of ultimate filling, the burst of climactic pleasure, the frantic panting for air-air!
She fainted and came to as Jim slowed to let her recover. He was seized by his own pleasure then and fucked her with giant thrusts, more selfish, more ruthless than she had thought possible, while she had awareness to think at all. Tammy became pure cunt again, moaning and shrieking in constant orgasm.
Jim groaned and shouted and loosed a gush of semen as his gargantuan cock, swollen to sixteen or seventeen inches, and thicker than ever, stretched her sleeve, made the sliding contact of nodes and flesh more exquisite, and bathed the molten pleasure cup in her chest at the end of that climactic plunge.
The sensory load was too much for Tammy. She blacked out for a few seconds. She never knew she had been gone. She became aware again of his massive presence in her belly-stomach-chest ... the core of her was a cock-a giant club of ever-stiff flesh that jerked and emptied into her.
Tammy could think a little. Jim lay on her breasts, his buttocks and hips still. She lay dazed, glowing, pulsing, obscenely content ... the bulk of his prick, as large as ever, heavy in her body ... and her body liked the sensation of this giant hook in it, this massive owning by another body, this unnatural link, exaggerated for greedy, jaded eyes.
Several Masters clapped. The doctor Master came forward to the table with his nurse, Helen. He ordered Jim to pull out. Tammy whimpered dazedly when the solid bulk slid from her body. It seemed a natural part of her, somehow.
The Master examined her. He greased his right hand and bare arm with a sterile oil from a tube and sank his hand into her cunt. He fingered her channel, an absorbed expression on his face. "Umm ... good ... " He twisted his hand like a burrowing animal, so that his palm and fingers touched every square inch of her noduled flesh sleeve.
Finally, he had his arm into her nearly to the elbow. His thick forearm distended her opening. His fingers probed the itchy cup of delight in her chest. Tammy lay passive, but panted and trembled during the examination.
"Pain anywhere?"
She shook her head. She chewed her lower lip. Her long cunt tightened on his arm and wrist as he continued to explore her inner cup with knowing fingers and thumb. Tammy was unable to suppress a moan of ecstasy.
The Master quirked a smile. "Excellent reaction. The nerve joinings are at least ninety percent in alignment." He said to Helen, "The long splice technique is proving out. Healing is complete. I'm really proud of this bit of work." He withdrew his arm. He caressed Tammy's lust-taut breasts for a few seconds. "You are an unqualified success. Go serve your Masters."
The portly Master who had first used her, in the plane, claimed her. He took her arm. The Master took Tammy to a corner of the room, a nook of banked pillows and pads. Lala, the fifteen-year-old blonde, was waiting, naked, smiling. The Master settled down into his nest of pillows. "Get Tammy a drink."
"Yes, Master." Lala rose and wended toward the table.
The Master regarded Tammy with kind eyes. He idly stroked his brown, muttonchop sideburns. His bushy hair was well-trimmed. He said, "You seem to have adjusted well enough."
"I've only been here a few weeks and already I'm ... I'm ... they made me into a thing."
He chuckled. "We are all things. The trick is to enjoy the unique advantages your differentness bestows upon you. Don't fight what has been done to you, Tammy. It is done. It will not be undone."
"Don't you-can't the doctor change me back to normal?"
"No. The powerful anti-rejection drugs he uses make it impossible; the shock to your system would be too great. Even if we Masters wanted to do that it would kill you. Our alterations are one-way."
"But ... that Master over there has new hearts put in."
"A new heart is simple compared to what was done to you, my dear. Your whole glandular system is different, your organs were rearranged and fixed into new positions, arteries and veins were rerouted, new ones added, and your nervous system was hooked into the system grown into the long, special vagina that was implanted in your torso. I understand it took a week and ten different sessions at the operating table to make you what you are now. You are a different kind of human being now. You'll come to appreciate that more and more as time passes."
Tammy pouted. She hung her head. Her lips formed the words: "I don't want to be different!" but she didn't say them aloud.
Lala returned with a goblet of grape juice for Tammy. Tammy drank it down; she was parched. And the Elixir was resurging, sending hot worms of lust up and down the length of her long cunt and into her breasts and nipples.
The master noted Tammy's increased breathing and restless stirrings. "Feeling sexy again, Tammy? Lala and I will help you." He opened his robe and exposed his noduled prick. It was hard. "Suck me off, Tammy."
Tammy turned over and lay with her head and shoulders across his hip. She guided his prick to her mouth. She was aware of Lala watching. Tammy blushed but sucked the Master's knobbed glans the best way she could.
The Master drew a shaky breath. "You use your tongue as if born to it!" He reflexively shoved more of his prick up into her mouth. His eyes fastened on her face-on her straining lips.
Lala asked, "Master, may I?"
"Do as you like."
"Thank you, Master!" Lala positioned herself on her back with her head between Tammy's legs. She patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "Up on your knees, Tammy."
Tammy knew Lala's command was as good as the Master's. She obeyed. She secretly welcomed Lala's upturned mouth when the pretty blonde wriggled closer and kissed her big, drippy slit.
Tammy sucked the Master with all her skill, induced by the Elixir in her bloodstream, and by her fear of the pain egg she knew was close by.
The Master trembled on the brink of a quick orgasm. "Suck-suck-AHHH ... " His prick leaped up deeper into Tammy's mouth, spurting-spurting! She tasted a thick, chocolaty syrup. She whipped her tongue in it, against the clustered nodes on the underside of the jerking, spewing prick. Tammy swallowed the stuff and liked it. She sucked on the big glans to get more. She drained him of the flavored semen.
While Tammy sucked so well, Lala lay under Tammy's spread thighs, her mouth clinging to Tammy's enlarged vulva, her tongue fluttering against the natural clitoris and the ring of nodes just inside the vagina opening. Tammy was gasping with need. Her insides were a vast, deep ache. She writhed against Lala's head, smearing the girl's face with cunt juice.
The Master sighed with contentment. He watched the girls for a moment. He said, "Lala, arm fuck her. She needs a lot of penetration."
Lala slid out from under Tammy. She brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes and got up on her hands and knees behind and beside Tammy, who still knelt with her mouth hovering over the Master's slightly shrunken prick.
Lala fisted her left hand and pushed it between Tammy's thighs-to the gaping wet slit-and into the long, hot cunt. Tammy shuddered at the welcome invasion and impulsively dipped her head and sucked the Master's prick into her mouth. Lala reached under Tammy with her right hand and fondled the girl's lush, hanging breasts. Her fingers tweaked the swollen stemlike nipples. Lala's fist drove into Tammy's body-up into her spasming cunt, until her arm was stopped from further penetration at the elbow bend. Her fist didn't quite reach into the waiting, begging clitoris cup in Tammy's chest. Her upper arm was pressed into the crease of Tammy's ass.
Tammy whimpered as she sucked the Master. She squirmed and pressed back against Lala's arm and shoulder. Lala opened her fist. Her fingers explored the cup. Tammy began panting and sucking wildly. She plunged her head to take almost all the Master's prick, to the back of her throat where it butted solidly against gag-triggering nerves. But Tammy didn't care. Her body-mind was melting in the fire of her shivery-hot climax. Lala was arm fucking her now-driving her forearm and open fist like a spear up into her body, sliding faster than Jim's immense prick. Her seeking fingers brushed into the cup with each thrust of her arm.
The Master was aroused by Tammy's erotic madness. Tammy gagged continuously on his prick as she kept it seated in her throat. She convulsed her palate on the thick shaft, made awful strangling sounds, sucked air horribly, and half consciously kept her tongue working on the long, noded surface. The Master gasped, "Fantastic ... fantastic." He started fucking up into her clinging, sucking, convulsing throat. Tammy's lips were leeched tight around his prick's bulk. She made ungulate passion sounds in her chest and throat ... animal sounds.
Lala grew tired. Her arm was weak from the fast pistoning. She drew her arm free of Tammy's spasming, hot, gooey cunt. Tammy wailed and felt cheated. She hardly knew who she was during this extreme state of lust and sexual tension and release.
The Master was breathing harshly, almost at climax. "Don't stop, Tammy!"
Tammy obeyed. She throbbed with the ache to be filled, but she sucked maniacally, and used her hands to cup his scrotum and fondle his balls. Tammy's sweet, full lips swept down the Master's prick, over the sensitive nodes, then yielded wet, glistening inches briefly, then swept-hot and clinging-down again till the glans was buried in the constricted, gagging, upper part of her throat. He grunted weakly, trembled, and spurted into her throat.
Tammy was greedy for his flavored semen. She used her hands to pump his cock for the last drop, while her suctioning mouth held his glans ardent prisoner.
He gasped, "Enough for now!"
Tammy released his prick. She rolled aside. Her belly and stomach area rippled and flexed. The Elixir was still rolling in her blood. She felt lightheaded, driven. She had to have something in her cunt! And Tammy was hungry again. Ravenous! She asked beseechingly, "Master, may I get something to eat?"
"Yes, go, and then go to Master number Two, our only woman Master."
Tammy did not like the old crone-bony hands and cruel, heartless mind. Tammy liked this Master best. He was kind underneath his selfishness. But Tammy said submissively, "Yes, Master!" She hurried to the table and piled a plate high with meats. She poured herself a goblet of milk and ate gluttonously, hunched over amid a welter of large pillows, apart from everyone.
As she ate, Tammy watched the activities: She saw Cathy kneeling between the widespread legs of Master number One whose eyes burned bright blue from aged sockets as she used her two tongues and altered mouth, cheeks, and throat to suck him to a series of spectacular orgasms. Janey was involved with the doctor Master and Helen in an involved triple sex-act. Alma and Georgie, the twin girls with real pricks growing from their loins, were writhing on the table, in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other's prick, and fucking each other with fat rubber dildoes at the same time.
The old woman Master was watching intently, calling instructions ... while two small girls, not over six years of age, sucked fiercely on her clit nipples. An older boy lay almost buried between her bent, lean legs, applying a vibrator to her gray-fuzzed slit and the protruding cluster of pleasure nodes. The woman Master twitched and jerked constantly. Her wigged head lolled for brief seconds as she was overwhelmed by the intense peaks of sensation.
Jim-Tammy looked for him. He wasn't in the orgy room. Olga, the Swedish girl with the special passage that started at her lips and reached down to the pit of her stomach, was amusing Master number Ten by plunging her left hand and forearm down into her throat. Dozens of young boys and girls acted as servants and attendants. They had not yet been altered. Perhaps they never would be. There were only so many freakish sexual things that could be done to the human body.
When she had finished her plate of meat and drained her goblet, Tammy felt refreshed. Refueled, she thought, humiliated, her old self again uppermost in her brain. The Elixir was still powerful in her. Her core still ached for filling-for fucking-but she was not out of control.
Tammy caught an imperious glance from the woman Master. Come to me! it said. Tammy went to the woman Master, wending her way through the hundreds of pillows and sponge mats and deep carpeting. There were paths created by servants. The woman gestured Tammy down beside her. She ordered one of the little girls away. "Ginny, go fetch the special vibrator I had made for Tammy. It's in my suite, in the bottom drawer of the green bureau." The little naked girl scampered away.
The woman slid her left arm around Tammy's shoulders and hugged Tammy close. "You're behaving quite well tonight, my dear. Adjusting remarkably well! I talked with the doctor and he is all puffed with pride at how you performed."
But the thoughts of escape still persisted in Tammy's mind. She hated being a slave to the Masters! She hated the irresistible lust imposed by the Elixir. It was unnatural and totally humiliating. Tammy was sure she was the same girl in mind at least, as before-before the kidnapping, before the Elixir, before the operation.
"Suckle of my nipple, Tammy ... Umm ... that's right ... little baby ... you give me so much pleasure ... such a clever little tongue."
Ginny returned a few minutes later with a long purple velvet-covered box. The Master took it and placed it across her lap. "Tammy, this is for you ... " She pressed the snaps and the arched top opened. Inside, lying in a pink satin bed, was a huge, flesh-colored dildo. It was a very accurately sculpted imitation of a prick, and was even longer than Jimmy's prick. "Lift it out, dear child."
Tammy didn't want to even touch it. But she had to obey. The thing had the feel of skin and flesh and it was heavy! There was a hand grip on the end and a control knob of some kind.
The Master took it from Tammy. "It has a vibrating mechanism inside and six batteries. This knob controls the intensity of the vibration." The Master's smile accented her hooked nose, and spread a tracery of wrinkles across her withered face. She said, "This is my gift to you, my child. It is yours to keep. I'm sure you will find it of great value when you are alone and in need of relief of tension."
"Thank you, Master."
"Try it. See how it works." The Master handed the heavy, realistic thing back to Tammy.
Tammy held it and wanted to smash it. It was a horrible pink and white club. Part of her mind was revolted at the thought of pushing it into her body ... and part was curious and wanted it! Tammy knew she had to obey. The egg-she couldn't face even a split second of that kind of terrible pain.
"Work it in slowly, dear."
Tammy obeyed. The heavy length lay between her opened legs. She pulled the head of it into her still-drippy slit. It felt so good! She was ashamed of the pleasure and of her desire for more and more of the shaft. Tammy pulled the solid fleshlike column up into her glowing cunt ... deeper and deeper until she lay on her back, knees up, arms pushing her large, jutting breasts into startling prominence as she gripped the end of the dildo between her twitching thighs. Tammy sighed. She was complete again-filled again! Her chest pulsed with hot sensation as the wonderful cup next to her fast-beating heart was full of the plastic-fleshed dildo head.
"Now, Tammy ... turn the knob just a little bit."
Tammy's fingers found the control. She twisted it a fraction. It clicked and she felt ... a soft, gentle pulsing the whole length of her cunt. It was a delicious pleasure, different from pure fucking. Tammy sighed and sighed again. Without being told, she turned the knob further. The gentle pulsing became stronger. The thick, heavy shaft vibrated in her core-in her sensitized cunt-and forced a quick, uneven sucking of breath.
Tammy twisted the knob again. The dildo was a humming monster! Tammy blazed with breathtaking pleasure. She shook helplessly, her fingers trembled on the control. She cried out in an astonished, wondering voice that broke and crumbled to sobs of delight.
Tammy's hands slipped away from the end grip and control of the buzzing shaft. She shook and writhed and flopped. Tammy's eyes lost focus. She panted like a small dog on a hot day. After endless, glorious moments, she managed to turn off the vibration. She had almost fainted from the throbbing waves of rapture. She did not want to remove the wonderful artificial prick.
But-"Take it out now, dear, and put it back in its box. It is for private use, later. Not during an orgy. That's right. Did you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Master!"
"Good. Now suck my nipple again, dear. You are so good at it."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Late the next morning Tammy lay in her bed, half awake, thinking about the Masters, her new life, her changed body. The door to her room clicked and opened. Jim peeked in. He smiled. "Awake?" He wore a loose blue shirt and a gray pair of slacks.
Tammy sat up. The covers fell away from her naked breasts. She didn't care. She saw that Jim's huge prick was a disguised bulge up the front of his body, under the shirt. Tammy asked, "Are you allowed to visit me?"
"I've been a good boy for the past two months, so I get certain privileges. I'm even allowed to visit new girls like you." He entered. "But if you misbehave, I am responsible."
"Oh. What are the rules?"
"No suicide, no escape attempts, no trying to seduce the guards ... that kind"of thing. Also stay away from the radio room, the plane hangar, and the docks."
"Can I go outside?" Tammy was delighted.
"With me, yes. Not alone, yet." Jim brushed back his long sandy hair. "Get a dress or something and come on. We'll eat a late breakfast and I'll show you the island."
"I don't have clothes. Just that thing!" Tammy pointed to the obscene costume she had been required to wear to the orgy the night before.
"Look in your closet."
There were dresses and play suits and skirts and blouses-all to her size. The dresser drawers were full of panties and slips and stockings. But no bras.
"They like their girls braless." Jim grinned. "I like you that way, too."
"Even without that drug they make us drink?"
"Yes."
Tammy liked Jim, too. She dressed in an orange suede skirt and loose, airy white blouse, with matching sandals. She was delighted to leave her room. Jim took her to a small dining room just off the mansion's large kitchens, where the staff ate, and they had bacon and eggs, toast and milk. Tammy became aware of her cunt. It seemed to awaken as she ate. They chatted about their former lives. Jim had been a freshman in high school when he had been kidnapped and brought to the island. He had been told that evidence was planted that he had run away from home.
They walked out onto the extensive grounds. There were tennis courts in back of the huge house, and a swimming pool. Girls and boys frolicked in the water. A small golf course started off to the left. The act of walking caused her cunt to rub its sensitized inner surfaces together. Tammy could see a Master out on the second fairway. Tammy wondered if her breakfast had been spiked with Elixir. She was getting aroused!
Jim said, "It's a seductive life. If you behave and serve the Masters well."
Tammy nodded. "This skirt is expensive! It must've cost at least fifty dollars! Wow! All those clothes." She felt wetness in her new panties. Her cunt was getting juicy. She was ashamed. She couldn't stop it!
"They were bought for you while you were recovering from your operation. This afternoon a little girl will be given to you as a personal slave. You'll be like a minor-league Master."
"How come?" Tammy breathed faster than necessary. Each step made it worse. She wanted sex. She wanted Jim to fuck her!
"You're one of the stars now. Until they tire of you." Jim was bitter. He led Tammy across a road to more open country.
"Then what-after the Masters get tired of me?"
"Then you're demoted to a semi-servant like Janey and Cathy. And when you're too old they ship you off somewhere to serve somebody who has bought you in a foreign country ... like maybe in Africa or Asia somewhere."
"You, too?" Tammy licked her lips. Her cunt was a glowing tube of very pleasant sensation. Any twisting or bending of her torso added a bit of pleasure.
"Sure. In a year or less. I'll be 'performing' with my king-size poker forever ... in illegal sex circuses and exhibitions."
"But ... will they let you go? I mean, you're so different-like me-from normal. Wouldn't the Masters be afraid you'd talk about them and tell the police and the government about this island and everything? "
"Yeah ... We're a new thing, all this gland changing and surgery and transplants and everything. It's pretty advanced medical stuff. They can't let us off the island."
They started up a low, bare hill. Jim walked glumly. "I guess they'll kill me. Sooner or later."
Tammy felt the same hopelessness. "Me, too?" But she also felt a slow melting in her chest. She panted into a sweet orgasm as she climbed the slope beside Jim. "They'll want new faces. Maybe you'll last four or five years. Then they'll get rid of you to make room. Or maybe they'll let you commit suicide."
Tammy began to cry. It was partly homesickness and dread and shame at her helplessness against her new sexuality.
"Stop that! Somebody might be watching us!"
Tammy stifled her sobs. After a moment of walking silently side by side, she said, "I want to escape!" She struggled to hide her continued arousal. The crotch of her panties was sopping wet.
"So do I! But ... look!" They had reached the crest of the hill. "See the docks? They're guarded twenty-four hours a day. The yachts have guards on them."
Tammy saw a small jet circling the island. "Does that belong to the Masters?"
"Yes, I've seen it before. This is the time most of them come to the island for vacation. We'll probably have to perform again tonight for the newly arrived Masters."
"How many Masters are there?"
"About twenty, I think. I wish I knew how to fly. I think I could steal one of the planes."
"Could we make a raft?"
"No trees anywhere except on the estate, around the house. But ... I'll tell you. I made friends with one of the dock guards. He's pretty careless and he trusted me. I know I can steal his gun anytime I want!"
"Then hijack one of the yachts?"
"Sure! Then radio for help!"
They grinned at each other.
Jim added, "But it's dangerous!"
Tammy thought about what the woman Master had told her. "We have to be very careful!"
"I know it! But I don't think I have much time left." Jim took her hand. "We better keep moving. You want to walk around the island?"
Tammy chewed her lower lip. She faced a seductive hike. She knew a walk that far would produce maybe dozens of orgasms in her cunt. All those nodes ... even the act of breathing deeply caused flares of delicious sensation in the clit cup set between her lungs.
Tammy clutched Jim's hand. "All right," she said shakily. "I guess I should see everything." She was ashamed to tell him what was happening inside her.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tammy stood astraddle Jim's lean hips. He lay on a pad on the marble table. He held his giant, always rigid prick upright, using both hands at the three-inch thick root of the shaft. Tammy wore the costume of the night before, with its accented cunt and breast holes. The head of Jim's prick almost reached to her crotch. It brushed the inside of her round thighs. Tammy's full breasts were heaving. A small half glass of the Elixir raged in her blood.
She met Jim's equally fevered gaze. The doctor Master had "suggested" that they do it this way tonight: "You fuck him this time, Tammy. Get on top. Sit down on that pole cock."
The newly arrived Masters were watching raptly, grinning, drinking, being sucked, or (in one case) being fucked. Dozens of the child slaves and older servants were sneaking looks as they performed their duties. Someone changed the tape on the stereo; it became a swift reverberation of jungle drums.
Tammy was juicy wet at the crotch. Her nipples were puffed and tingling. She bent her knees and felt the huge glans nudge into her loose, drippy slit. It found her entrance. Tammy's heart raced with lust. The fear was gone-she knew she could take the monster cock. She wanted it!
A crazy notion whispered in her mind: Give them a good show-drop down on it! But she couldn't quite risk that. Not this time ... not yet.
Tammy let herself down onto the thick column of gristle, bone and skin. The head popped up into her greedy cunt. She gasped and almost let herself drop. It was a strain to maintain this semi-crouch. The hot itching pleasure lured her down and down.
The Masters crowded the table. "Take it, baby!"
"Down and dirty, honey!"
With a tremulous sob, Tammy had to go quickly to her knees. Jim's prick was driven more than ten inches up into her abdomen. Her flexing, muscle-enclosed cunt flared with pleasure. She closed her big, little-girl eyes and threw her head back. Her red hair hung, swaying. She drew a ragged, gasping breath. Tammy quivered. The golden cup in her chest demanded Jim's ultimate penetration. She shook her head in futile denial of its power over her. But her thighs seemed to operate on their own-they let her weight force the giant prick up into her chest-all the way! The cup was filled! It seethed with fiery pleasure.
The stiff blond curls around the root of his massive cock were tickling the inside of her sticky slit. His wonderful thickness stretched her cunt entrance and distended her long, noded flesh tube. Every inside inch of her was alive, crawling with sensation! Tammy quivered on the total impalement.
She leaned forward and the living pole embedded in her body stirred and slid in her. She found herself looking down at Jim's pale, lust-strained, handsome face. His blond hair was sticking damply to his forehead. Her perfect, rounded, succulent breasts poked hard nipples down into his chest. His arms closed over her back. He pulled her lower for a kiss. Their kiss was hot and sweet and passionate. He began urging Tammy to move on him. He jerked his hips to start a maddeningly pleasurable fuck.
Tammy abandoned the kiss. She braced herself over him on her hands and knees and began a slow, breathtaking rocking forward and back, forward and back ... that slid his prick almost all the way out of her body, then drove it back into the hot, clenching depths of her torso. Each time, his glans surged up into her blazing cup. The fire of that wet, smacking contact, that hand-in-glove fit, rocked her mind with ecstasy.
Tammy went shivery and molten inside. She lost control and reared forward and pushed back onto his golden prod with sobbing greed. Her slit drooled juice the length of his massive cock. She impaled herself on him, faster and faster, with greater and greater impact. Tammy drew wailing, panting, explosive lungfuls of air. She spasmed helplessly, oblivious of the grinning, gaping, watching faces.
Jim went into orgasm with her. His semen poured out into her deep, flushed hole. Tammy kept on rearing forward and back in a paroxysm of insatiable lust, until she swayed and crumpled in a panting, semi-conscious swoon.
While still dazed, she was pulled from Jim's arms. A Master was claiming her. She was pulled off her ecstatic engorgement. Jim's prick flopped stiffly as she fell into the arms of a brown-robed Master. Tammy was carried to a colorful fortress of pillows and foam padding. She cried, "I'm hungry ... please let me eat!"
The Master laid her in the nest. "Feed her!" The Master was slim, with crewcut salt-and-pepper hair. An eight-year-old boy ran for food. A boy with a thick, noduled tongue protruding six inches from his mouth quickly crawled under the rear of the Master's robe and obviously licked the master's ass. The Master knelt comfortably and rested his arms and chest on a large tapestry-covered pillow. He gazed at Tammy with inquisitive brown eyes. "I don't usually like your body type in a girl, but I've heard you're very good with your mouth and tongue. You'll eat my ass as soon as you've filled your stomach." He waited expectantly. "What do you say to that?"
She shuddered inwardly at the prospect of what he wanted. But she said, "Yes, Master." Tammy lay almost exhausted, ravenous. Her body was revved up on the Elixir, her metabolism was burning blood sugar at a fantastic rate. Her lust was building to a demanding pitch again. When the food arrived, she ate with her hands at first, swallowing as fast as she could. She felt degraded by her body's demands. Tammy felt herself a prisoner in her skull. Finally, after a large second helping of roast beef, she sighed and wiped her hands and face on a warm, scented, damp towel provided by a smiling little boy.
The Master had his eyes closed. He trembled. Behind him, from under his robe, came wet, slobbering sounds. The Master quivered and waggled his hips. He breathed fast ... he exhaled sharply a few times, gripped the pillow, then kicked at the altered boy behind him. The boy emerged, his noduled, extended tongue swollen, purplish, like a flattened, muscled prick. He took a damp towel and carefully wiped his tongue. He couldn't withdraw all of it into his mouth.
The Master said to him, "Gordon, go serve another Master. Number Two will perhaps want you to tongue fuck her ... No! Stay! Ream Tammy, here, while she tongues me." He gestured to Tammy. "Do my asshole now. And take off that ridiculous costume."
Tammy almost couldn't keep from making a face. She whispered, "Yes, Master," and moved behind him. She wriggled out of the skin-tight outfit after the boy unzipped her. Tammy noticed that the boy had an erection. His prick was small, about five inches. She had an impulse to suck it. But the Master came first. She smiled at the boy, however, and trailed her hands over his bone-hard cock. He smiled back and made a cooing sound around his heavy, purple tongue. His eyes were blue, intelligent and not in the least sad.
Tammy lifted the back of the Master's robe and saw his ass. He had been changed there: his anus was an exaggerated, tight-puckered mouth surrounded by a ring of pleasure nodes. He commanded, "What are you waiting for, girl? Lay your tongue on me! Spear me! Lick me!"
Tammy could not delay. She wrinkled her nose with distaste, even though his anus was wet and clean from the previous tonguing. She leaned forward and extended her tongue. She gingerly licked at the circle of nodes. She intuitively swirled her tonguetip around and across each sensitive nerve cluster.
The Master murmured, "Yes ... " He waggled his hips seductively. "Penetrate, Tammy ... "
She swallowed and forced herself to press her face tight to his ass-with her nose and mouth into the crack between his butt's cheeks. Her tongue found the puckered hole and stabbed briefly inside.
The Master quivered. "More."
She obeyed. She speared her tongue into his quivering anus. The tiny pink mouth spasmed. Tammy realized by feel with her tonguetip that the sphincter was noded just inside, too. His rectum seemed to be surfaced with a myriad of pleasure nodes. She speared her small tongue in and out. She managed to stroke some of the inner clusters. Her mouth was pressed tight against his asshole in an obscene French kiss.
Tammy had forgotten about the boy with the enlarged, noduled, purplish tongue. She felt someone probing her crotch as she knelt behind the Master. She looked quickly around. The boy was kneeling behind her, his face in turn pressed to her rounded, taut, smooth white rump. His long, thick tongue easily entered her loose, hairless, wet slit. It sluiced in the juices and slithered over the first of her pleasure clusters, and over her natural clitoris.
Tammy shivered and moaned softly. She quickly pressed her face to the Master's waiting, flushed anus. She worked her agile, skilled little tongue into the clenching opening. The Master sighed. His hips rotated sensually. Tammy followed the moving, spasming anus with her mouth. She put her hands on his hips for support. Curiously, she reached around to feel his prick. It was small but very hard. It was noduled at the head. When she experimentally curled her fingers around it and stroked it as she licked and probed his anus, he sighed loudly and said appreciatively, "Tammy, you are a natural ... a natural sex-mad little whore. You know just what a Master wants when he wants it."
The Master quivered as she began tirelessly stabbing her tongue in and out of his anus. The boy was bringing Tammy to a climax as his fat, long tongue fluttered in her slit's entrance. Tammy groaned against the Master's spasming anus, and speared her tongue faster. His nodes were puffed and swollen. The anal sphincter muscles tightened down on her penetrating, sliding tongue. The Master, too, groaned and exhaled loudly in orgasm.
Tammy jerked on his prick. Her fingers rubbed gooey secretions over the hard nodules. He spurted sharp jets of semen that she caught in her other palm and smeared on his glans and shaft, intensifying his sensations. The Master trembled, cursed inarticulately, and abruptly kicked back at Tammy. His signal to stop. Tammy was aching to be massively fucked. The boy's six-inch tongue was further exciting her. She clutched the Master's right thigh and pressed her face against his calf. He kicked again and she let go. She rolled aside, onto her back. The boy's tongue followed, staying in her crotch, lapping in the loose cleft. The boy was enjoying his work-his noded tongue assured that.
The Master saw what he was doing. "No-Gordon! I told you to do her in the ass, not ... "
The boy withdrew his tongue from Tammy's throbbing slit. He cooed fearfully around his mouth-filling tongue and his blue eyes were wide with apprehension.
The scene was interrupted by Secret Master One. "We need Tammy for another performance." He reached down and took Tammy's hand. His shrewd old blue eyes gauged her condition, flicking from her lust-swollen breasts, stemmed nipples, and panting breath, to her unconsciously spread legs, dewy slit, and restless squirming. His sagging skin creased in a lascivious grin. "We have a treat for you, girl. Come to the table."
He tugged her to her feet. Tammy followed, her long cunt pulsing and itching. They made their way toward the center of the low, marble table that dominated the orgy room. Tammy assumed she would be fucked by Jim again, and was happy. She needed it-and she liked him a lot. But she saw Jim over to the right, with Olga, the twelve-year-old girl with the widened throat and noded stomach. He was standing beside the old woman Master, legs wide, braced, as four other boys swung Olga like a battering ram between them, swinging her away till her widened, straining lips barely enclosed the clustered head of Jim's huge, fifteen-inch prick ... then swinging her forward-ramming her onto the massive shaft, driving it down her altered throat till it filled her stomach and her engorged mouth was smacked against Jim's pubic hair.
Tammy could hear Olga's filtered lung valve hissing as she breathed fast. Then Tammy saw an odd platform on the "stage" area of the table. It was padded on top, contoured, and there were straps. A queasy fear slimed Tammy's guts. What were they going to do to her? The Master stepped up on the table. Tammy dared not hang back. She asked, "What's this for?"
"For you to lie on, Tammy." He motioned her onto the narrow, padded top. "On your stomach ... over you go ... that's the girl!"
Tammy found the padding had been preformed to accommodate the contours of her neck, shoulders, arms, breasts, and waist. Her legs hung down and her knees fit into wide-spaced slots. Her arms hung down into grooves on the sides of the platform. She was in a perfect, comfortable position to be fucked from behind. The padding raised her ass and exposed her gaping slit. Tammy's chin fitted over the padded edge. She could see only straight ahead and to the side, not back.
Master number One soothed her as he personally fitted padded straps over her neck, waist, arms ... and locked her knees into the slots. "We had this designed and built to your exact specifications, Tammy. We planned it months ago. Comfortable?"
"Yes, Master." Her heart slammed in her chest. The queasy dread in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. She was completely, totally helpless! Tammy experimentally tested the padded straps. She couldn't move more than a fraction of ah inch, and only that because of the slightly yielding padding.
"We have something even more interesting lined up for next week, when all the Masters will be here in secrecy assembled." The Master knelt before the platform and looked Tammy full in the face. He smiled evilly. He looked to the left and called, "Bring him in!"
Tammy dared to ask, "Who, Master? Who-"
Tammy heard the full-throated whinny of a horse. Her heart almost stopped. Her eyes widened. She looked beseechingly at the Master. He was gloating at her expression, drinking it in. He smiled, showing perfect, white teeth. He nodded. His old eyes sparkled. "Hard Winner, my prize stallion. You'll love his cock, Tammy. He's extremely well hung. Just what you need. And he knows-he's been trained."
Tammy felt sick. She panted with fear. A horse ... a horse was going to fuck her ... an animal! Fuck her ... drive his awful thing up into her body ... and spew his stuff into her. She knew nothing she could say would stop it! Tammy vomited. The half-digested food mixed with stomach juices and her drinks splashed on part of the Master's robe.
He jerked away. "Why did you do that?"
"Please, Master ... "
The Master raged, "We provide you brats with a life of luxury, we alter you so you can experience supercharged thrills of life, and you vomit on us! That's gratitude!"
"Master-" Tammy's mouth tasted awful. She had to let remnants of vomit drool from her lips.
"You children disobey, you argue, you try to escape, you even wipe out hundreds of thousands of dollars of time and skill by committing suicide! Wasting all your potential for pleasure and enjoyment because you think you're unhappy! Could your mother and father give you all this?"
The Master gestured to someone out of Tammy's view. He looked down at Tammy with disgust. "It cost me a lot of money to fly in Hard Winner for you, I hope you can appreciate that, just to give you a big thrill. This is a historical occasion. I don't think a girl has ever been totally penetrated by a full-sized stallion ever before in the history of mankind-and lived. You're the first, Tammy. Think of the honor!"
Tammy heard the heavy, snorting breath of the horse close by, and the muted clomping of his hooves on the thick, padded carpeting.
The Master stepped off the table, holding his soiled robe away from his feet. "I'll have to change. Don't start it until I return!"
A young boy servant appeared with towels and wiped up the vomit. Another, a girl of eight or so, came and wiped Tammy's mouth. She gave Tammy a mouthwash of fruit juice and provided a basin.
The horse clomped impatiently somewhere close. Tammy's stomach burned with anxiety as she lay bound in that humiliatingly abased position, open to all eyes ... open to the monstrous prick of that waiting horse.
The Master returned. He called, "Let it begin!"
A young man appeared in Tammy's left field of vision. He was dressed in work clothes. He led a big, beautiful white-maned roan. They circled the platform. The horse's hooves were booted to save the marble.
Tammy gazed fearfully at the powerful animal. Her eyes inevitably were drawn to his huge swaying genitals.
The stallion's prick was as thick as her arm, a wrinkled-leather black-brown, and about a foot long. His balls were like apples in a dark sack. The animal rolled his brown eyes at Tammy and snorted heavily. He was nervous and seemed to sense what was in store for him. His nostrils flared as he took in the exotic scents abounding in the orgy room. The handler stopped Hard Winner in front of Tammy. Two little naked girls came forward and began awkwardly to manipulate the horse's soft prick. It had to weigh at least ten pounds.
The Master spoke from beside the platform. Tammy could not see him. "I want you to see all you'll be receiving." He palmed her prominent, rounded buttocks as he talked.
The girls were succeeding in stimulating the stallion. His prick began to lengthen dramatically, seeming to slide down out of his massive loins like a flexible, drooping, leather-covered baseball bat, handle first. The girls giggled and played with it, pushing it heavily to and fro, working the thick skin with both hands.
The Master said, "Now ... now get him into position!"
The handler led the heavy-breathing stallion down off the low, wide, thick marble table, and around, and up onto the stone again, behind the platform.
Tammy became gut-scared. She panted with fear. Yet-there was also a dirty anticipation. A raw, itchy curiosity and lust. It was her awful cunt speaking to her-it had to be! Tammy struggled again, briefly, futilely. She tensed as she felt a snort of breath on her exposed buttocks and cunt lips. Then her buttocks were grazed by something hairy-massive ... Hoarse, deep breathing was over her head. She sensed bulk over her ... and abruptly on either side of her, astride the narrow platform, appeared the horse's forelegs. The huge animal was over her!
She heard the Master say, "I will make the insertion!"
Other Masters crowded around the rear of the platform. They fondled her ass and underthighs, her back and arms. She couldn't see them, only feel and hear. Tammy flushed as inquisitive, bold, marauding fingers poked into her anus and a whole hand explored her wet cunt.
"Get your hand out, number eleven. Now ... "
Something blunt and very thick and rough textured was pressed into Tammy's slit. It was bigger than the head of Jim's prick. It was gigantic! It entered her-distending her entrance, stretching her sheath, scraping its seamed, coarse hide on the exquisitely sensitive inner surfaces and pleasure clusters. Tammy screamed with pain/pleasure/humiliation. She tensed and strained but the monstrous insertion went on. She sobbed incoherent pleas to God, to the Masters, to anyone, anything, to stop it, stop it, stop it.
But the brutal engorgement continued-Suddenly the stallion knew where its prick had been placed. It snorted and its mighty loins thrust! The stallion's colossal shaft shot forward into Tammy's defenseless channel. It was viciously sudden and complete.
Tammy's eyes bulged, her lungs were shouldered aside, her cup was driven higher up in her chest, her heart was actually moved. Tammy whuffed! The horse's giant cock was like a tree trunk in her body! She tried to draw a breath and couldn't. She was paralyzed! Her cunt radiated outraged sensations. Its muscled sheath was trembling around the tremendous penetration. Abruptly the gigantic shaft was pulled back-Tammy gasped and then grunted as the horse cock slammed fully into her again! More than she had been altered to take! The platform rocked slightly. Her cup blazed. Her insides were afire.
Tammy became a thing-a tube of flesh into which the whinnying, snorting horse drove his foot-and-a-half long cock. Each savage, smacking, jolting thrust of the twenty-pound cock, with hundreds of pounds of animal lust behind it, exploded an agonized grunt from her throat. She was dazed by the terrible, physical impact, inside and out. Her buttocks were rubbed by the stallion's belly and inner flanks. His great sack of ballsy swung heavily between her strapped-in thighs.
One thought shouted in her consciousness-TOO THICK-TOO LONG! TOO MUCH-TOO MUCH.
At first she was afraid she would be ruptured-killed! The Masters were awed. They were silent. The stallion was unrestrained-it clumped its booted hooves on the table for better position, to thrust and thrust and thrust! It actually groaned with delight and drooled long streams of saliva from its lips. Tammy grunted and grunted and grunted.
The horse's barrel heaved as he drew vast chestfuls of air. He almost danced his hind legs. His rump and buttocks curved down with convulsive bunchings of his massive thigh muscles as he plunged his enormous cock in and out of Tammy's small, quivering, shuddering, girl's body. Tammy was sheened with sweat. Her wide blue eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open, and her continuing high-pitched grunts subtly changed. Her cunt had somehow relaxed and loosened and stretched enough to take the frightful pounding without pain.
Now ... now the sensations shamefully changed in character. Now she was enjoying the monstrous, depraved, bestial fuck! Tammy was only half conscious. Each enormous penetration-each incredibly powerful thrust was sweet and glorious! Tammy sucked frantic lungfuls of air in the quick second of partial withdrawal between chest-filling engorgement. She began to wail between forced grunts. A sweet horror filled her mind. She was climaxing! Her cunt spasmed around the sweeping, ruthless, irresistible horse-cock.
Tammy wailed and grunted and gasped and wailed again in the humiliating glory of her orgasm. Her cup was a knot of fiery rapture in her chest! Each plunging, jolting inner filling and shoving of the cup sent further shocks of ecstasy through her pleasure-drenched body. Her captured, strapped torso and limbs jerked and trembled as much from her spasming rapture as from the immense, jarring, cock thrusts. Tammy sank into an unending delirium of shameful pleasure. She glowed and shuddered and convulsed inside. Tammy made animal sounds with the huge beast that was over her, fucking her, fucking her, fucking her!
Hard Winner was close to ejaculation. The big roan frothed and blew foamy saliva. His big brown eyes jerked and rolled. His carefully groomed sides were a bellows. His flanks shivered and twitched. His rippling masses of muscle drove his enormous cock in giant, lust-powered thrusts. Faster! Smashing penetrations! He snorted. His shivering whinny reached a crescendo.
Tammy was oblivious to anything but the magnificent, savage plunges of the horse's massive shaft. Shame, humiliation, guilt, disgrace ... all had been burned from her by the overpowering, in-arguable pleasure that she had at first endured and now utterly loved. Tammy was being traumatized by ecstasy! She was rocked by the violent, crushing, pistonlike thrusts of the gigantic horse-cock. Her torso was engorged! Emptied! Engorged! Each cycle was golden and beautiful!
Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-and did not want to stop being only a cunt-a cunt being used! Tammy knew dimly that Hard Winner was close to ejaculation. She only wanted the enormous cock to continue sliding and pounding into her cunt. But then the huge cock erupted! Thick, syrupy semen gushed into her channel! The thrusts were frantic, crashing, liquid-the resulting sensations bulged Tammy's eyes and caused weird ululations in her high, grunting moans.
Then Hard Winner was through. He stood quiet over her, and his huge cock dropped out of her quivering cunt. A half pint of white, soupy liquid dripped and flowed from her loose slit. Tammy lay exhausted, panting, slowly returning to the surrounding reality.
The Masters were admiring. A few turned to congratulate the doctor Master. One Master came quickly to the front of the platform and parted his robe. He pressed his noduled prick into her lax mouth. Tammy sucked automatically. The nodes felt like rubbery warts on the glans.
The Master was not content with her sucking. He began driving his prick deeper into her mouth-into her throat! He gasped and sighed. He gripped the sides of her head-held her by fistfuls of her long red hair-and forced his long, thick prick down into her throat.
Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-She couldn't jerk her head away! Her neck was strapped down! The Master had been terribly excited by the spectacle of her being horse fucked. He quickly spurted down the upper part of her throat and pulled out. Tammy was finally able to breathe. She tasted his semen-lemony flavor.
Master number One commanded, "Unstrap her. Wash her."
Young hands loosed her from the form-fitting platform. A little boy gently stuffed a plug of absorbent tissues into her slit. Two naked little girls with blonde pigtails led her away, out of the orgy room, to her own room. They bathed her. They flushed out her cunt. They fed her meats and a pungent, stimulating, amber drink. Tammy slipped into another skimpy, obscenely designed costume.
Refreshed, Tammy was led back to the orgy room. She looked first for Jim, but could not see him. There were more Masters scattered in nests of pillows and pads around the orgy table. Tammy noticed Helen, the doctor Master's Negro nurse, with her plug-in nine-inch prick, wildly fucking a new Master in the ass. The Master's flabby jowls quivered as his face twisted with pleasure. At the same time he was being sucked by a shockingly young girl child who looked no more than four years old. Tammy found Master number Six in his corner nest with Lala. She liked him. She went to him.
He noticed her approach by a circular, unobtrusive route. When she arrived and knelt beside him, he smiled. "I'm flattered, Tammy, I was hoping to get you again tonight. I've been saving myself for your delightful little mouth." He ran his finger over her full, pink lips. "Enthralling, how you manage to suck so well ... at thirteen. It has to be raw talent." He said to Lala: "Go to another Master. Amuse yourself with another slave. Leave us."
For an instant Lala appeared to be about to resist, to object. Her eyes snapped with jealousy and anger. But she bowed her head and left the nest.
The Master thoughtfully stroked his long brown muttonchop sideburns. "She's been with me for a long time. Maybe too long." He smiled at Tammy. He trailed his fingers over her lush, rounded, pink-nippled breasts. "It was incredible, seeing you being screwed by that horse. Absolutely fantastic. Did you enjoy it?"
"Not at first." Tammy blushed. "But then ... I did, yes." She reached hesitantly for a plate of roast beef cubes. She looked to him for permission. Her body was fuel hungry again. A dull glowing itch was beginning in her cunt.
The Master nodded and waved to go ahead. "I'm going to arm fuck you in a few minutes, while you suck out my chocolate syrup. Want that to happen?"
Tammy smiled and nodded. "Yes, Master!" She genuinely meant it. Then she was taken aback at herself. She wanted to escape!
Tammy ate the still-warm beef cubes quickly, ashamed of her appetite. The Master watched her and played with her body as she ate. His fingers twiddled her natural clitoris. Tammy opened her thighs further and further for him. She drank at least a quart of the purple drink from a large, self-chilled pitcher.
The Master said, bemused, "Gas tank all full?"
Tammy smiled self-consciously. "The Elixir makes me so hungry and thirsty so fast!
He nodded. "Does it make you hungry and thirsty for my prick?"
"Yes, Master." Tammy saw he was strongly erect. His robe was tented by the hard eight inches.
"Come, then. On hands and knees while you suck me off. Move around here so I can fuck with my left arm."
Tammy's itchy cunt flared with need at his words. She positioned herself and lifted open his robe. His noduled prick was jerking with the beat of his pulsing blood. The Master's left hand fondled her taut, smooth, white buttocks.
He commented, "A nice ass is like a nice, round pair of breasts ... both sexually attractive on a basic, animal level. Wiggling, flipping ass ... bouncing, jiggling tits ... all the same as sex signals."
Tammy bent lower and licked his violet glans. She played with the shaft, grazing gentle fingertips over the sensitive bumps.
"I wonder if girls who go braless realize what a powerful sexual signal they're broadcasting? Are they really offering? Or are they subtly indulging in a little safe prick teasing?"
Tammy didn't answer. She guessed he was musing aloud. She opened her hot, sweet, young mouth and took in three inches of his prick. She slithered her tongue around and around.
"Ummmm ... Tammy ... where did that talent come from? You must have been born with a prick in your mouth."
He slid his bunched fingers into her eager slit ... into the warm, slick depths. His whole hand ... his wrist ... Deeper ... deeper ... his forearm.
Tammy whined with lust as he touched her cup. Her cunt tightened on his arm. She swooped her mouth lower on his prick, till her gag reflex made her cough. Her palate spasmed on his glans.
The Master groaned. "Ohh, Jesus ... take it into your throat again, Tammy! More of that action!" To reward her, to encourage her, he drove his arm deeper into her cunt. He curled his extended fingers into a fist and sank his arm into her to the elbow. His knuckles seated into her cup. Her chest bloomed with pleasure as he turned his fist this way and that.
Tammy blindly slid her full, wet lips down his thick, bumpy shaft. His glans again seated in the back of her throat. Her neck muscles fluttered and clamped on his prick as she fought the gag reflex. Tammy finally had to raise her head a bit to get air. Her mind whirled with sensation from his twisting arm in her long cunt. She dove her head feverishly and rammed his prick into her convulsive throat again ... then again ... and again.
The Master threw his head back. His eyes rolled. He gasped with ecstasy. He spread his legs wide for leverage and stability as he began arm fucking Tammy. Fast! Deep! Staggering arm thrusts into her body.
Tammy seemed to erupt inside. Unbearable sexual pleasure coursed through her body/mind. She dove her mouth on his prick faster and faster, and slithered her tongue with insane, lust-driven skill. Her palate and throat seemed dulled, overcome, by the steady, quick deep invasions. The gag reflex seemed to fade and die away. It no longer bothered her to drive his prick all the way down! She took his shaft to the root!
"AH-ahhh ... " He jetted into her throat. Some of it trickled into her stomach-some into her trachea. She had to cough explosively to drive the semen out of the lung passage. But then Tammy instantly clamped her mouth on his spurting prick and sucked the delicious chocolate-tasting fluid. Her own orgasm diminished-mercifully. She had been about to pass out it had been so strong.
The Master slowed his arm plunges. He stopped, but kept his arm buried in her cunt. He sighed as his prick was licked clean. It drooped from Tammy's willing lips. He said, "Not even those girls and boys altered to give a superior suck can match you. Amazing. And I'm an expert on being sucked."
"Thank you, Master."
He pulled his arm out of her cunt. His skin was slippery wet with her juices.
Tammy took up a scented, damp towel and wiped his arm and hand. She kissed his palm. She cuddled against him, within the circle of his right arm. She felt content. He was like a real father to her. Tammy saw another Master approach, one she had never seen before. He was lean and stooped, with long, bony arms. He was totally bald and old!
"Hogging her all to yourself, number Six?"
"She's my favorite, Fourteen. I picked her out, deflowered her and delivered her."
"Finders keepers, eh?"
"The rules forbid that, totally. But I may make her my private girl. Lala is getting too smart-alecky and hard to control."
"While, I hear, Tammy here is a hell of a mouth girl, umm?"
"That she is. Want to try her?"
"Of course. May I join you?"
"Absolutely. Tammy, suck Fourteen off. His flavor might interest you."
Fourteen cackled. He opened his black robe. His prick was erect-a long, curving bonelike organ, with nodes on it the size of Tammy's fingertips.
Tammy didn't want to suck off this new Master. She wanted to limit herself to Six and Jim. But she had to obey. Tammy was amazed at the size of this Master's nodules. She leaned over and studied them. They were in fact tiny circumcised penises. They were real!
The Master said, "Transplants, Tammy. From monkeys. No other Master has them."
Tammy was disgusted, but kept her face blank. She took the base of his prick in her hands and lowered her mouth to the hydra-headed glans. The head of his thin, long down-curved prick was like a weird flesh bloom-the tiny transplanted penises were like the petals of a flower.
Tammy opened her lips wide and took the diminutive prick cluster into the hot wetness of her mouth. She stroked her small, agile tongue over each tiny, sensitive glans. The feel of them in her mouth was strange. It was like a circular bunch of grapes in her mouth.
Tammy sucked them and conscientiously experimented with ways to lick and to create pleasure for the Master.
Fourteen watched her gently bobbing, turning head. He stroked her long red hair. "I see-I see why you love this darling, Six. My dear heaven ... She's all tongue ... uhhh ... so hot and soft ... the tongue ... only one tongue?"
Six smiled. "A mouth for all Masters, eh?" He shifted slightly and fed Tammy's cunt his arm.
Tammy felt the Master's hand sink into her belly, and then his wrist, and then his forearm! The itchy lust of her cunt was awakened again. Her spiraling pleasure centers and cup were stimulated to a swift, sheet-lightning radiance of sensations. Tammy sobbed in climax as she worked on the flower of tiny pricks in her saliva-rich mouth. Finally she drove them to the back of her throat.
The Master panted and goggled at her dipping and rising head. His old mouth pursed, then opened to emit a bark of rapture.
Tammy was in heaven-Master number Six was arm fucking her to an oblivion of pleasure. Her cunt felt like a golden ingot was sliding in and out of it.
Master Fourteen's bony hips jerked. A trickle of odd-tasting juice came from the tip of his altered prick. Tammy sucked it up. Only the large "mother" prick gave out juice. The circular cluster of monkey pricks did not ejaculate.
Fourteen had had enough. He thrust Tammy's clinging, sucking mouth away. "Stop! She tries to suck your mind out through your peter, doesn't she?"
Six grinned. He gave Tammy's flushed, spasming cunt three more, full-length jolts with his arm, then pulled free. His hand came-out dripping.
Tammy fell forward, across Fourteen's legs, in a near faint. She was dizzy from the powerful surges of ecstasy that she had experienced. She remained there, gasping, dull-eyed, as the two Masters discussed a political situation in a foreign country. She was getting hungry again. The itch still lurked in her cunt, only temporarily subdued.
The Masters were discussing her again: "How can you pick sweet little sexpots like this? What's your secret?"
"I must admit Tammy is a surprise. I researched her and expected a healthy sex drive, but her genius for sucking is a bonus."
Tammy was ashamed of Six's praise. It wasn't right to be proud of something like that-sucking a prick! Was it? She knew, in the normal world, she would be condemned and in disgrace ... maybe put away in a prison or something, if she sucked around a lot and it became known. But here-in the Masters' world ... Tammy couldn't think straight. Her mind spun. The world of her parents and school was far away now. It was receding, fading ... and the values of that world were now only memories.
The itching glow in her chest told her she would never be able to go back. But Tammy couldn't admit it! She would get away from these awful people! She would escape! What the Masters were doing was bad! It had to be exposed and stopped!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The next afternoon Jim came to Tammy's room. Tammy was lying in bed after a morning bath. She was naked, luxuriating in silky sheets, a breakfast tray on the bed with her. She was reading a comic book. Beside her, also naked, lay her personal servant, a ten-year-old girl named Emerald. Emerald was Oriental, slim, quiet. Tammy smiled an eager welcome as Jim entered. "Hi! Are you as tired as I am? That orgy last night ... "
Jim nodded. "I saw. Making you take that horse was really rotten!"
"Oh. Yes. After that, though. Number Six kept me almost all night, all to himself. I'll bet I sucked him off a dozen times."
"Yeah ... I saw you. You want to go out for a walk?" Jim glanced nervously at Emerald. "Without your slave."
There was a special undertone to Jim's voice that clued Tammy. "Oh-sure! Let me put something on." She hopped out of bed and went to her closet full of new clothes. Emerald went with her.
Five minutes later, Tammy and Jim were outside the mansion, walking hand in hand across the road in back of the big house. Tammy wore a bright orange microdress with a ruffled skirt that easily showed her matching panties. She didn't care about modesty. She had had little concern about it back home, and here on the Masters' island. Her cunt started to act up with her extended walking and body movement.
Jim waited until they were in the dune area. There was an air of suppressed excitement in his manner, more and more, as they walked into total privacy.
Tammy was panting lightly from a climax that she had managed to hide.
He finally blurted triumphantly, "I got a gun last night!"
"You did? Groovy! How?" A funny flutter came to Tammy's stomach.
"I sneaked out of the orgy last night when they set up Olga and the donkey. I knew that would attract all the attention. A donkey fucking a twelve-year-old in the throat! Jesus-these sex nuts-they've been so jaded after all these years ... Anyway, I told you I was friends with this dock guard. Last night he and some of the other guards were having their own little orgy with two of the kitchen girls. While he was fucking one of them I sneaked up and went into his room-each guard has a private room down there and stole his little automatic. He had it in his trunk. I saw it when he was showing me some of his Korean medals."
"Won't he know?"
"Naw. He's got his big .38 for guard duty. He never opens his trunk. He only opened it for me because I was curious about his medals."
Tammy asked, "Is it loaded-the automatic?"
"Sure! I've got it hidden down by the dock. All wrapped up and buried. Some orgy night we can slip out, I'll get the gun, we slip on board a boat-I've got one all picked out-and we get the drop on the guard, tie him up good, and we get away!"
"Won't they go after us?"
"Sure, they'll try, but I've got the fastest boat picked out! I'm not dumb!"
"Wow ... it sounds so easy." Tammy was uneasy. The woman Master's warning echoed in her mind. She had a shivery memory of the pain egg.
"The big thing was getting that gun! I'll bet nobody ever had a gun to try an escape with before." Jim was proud.
Tammy was breathing open-mouthed. They were on an upslope and each sliding step in the sand, each bend and twist of her body, brought exquisite touchings of the noded flesh walls in her cunt. Tammy found herself twisting sideways deliberately. A section was touching itself delightfully up near her cup. She quivered, eyes closed, for a few lush seconds.
"What's the matter?" Jim had stopped ahead of her and was looking back.
Tammy was still ashamed to admit the truth to him. He would be contemptuous. She said, "I'm not used to hiking like this!"
"Oh, yeah, you were kept in that hospital bed for so long, I guess your muscles got weak."
"I guess so. Can we sit down for a while?"
"Can you make it over to that clump of beach grass?"
A moment later Tammy sank down into the tall, thick clumps of reedlike grass. She crossed her legs to hide the wetness of her crotch. Her orange panties were dripping. Her cunt was alive with itchy desires again.
Jim settled down beside her. "The United States is only about two-hundred miles northeast of here. In a fast boat we could make it in maybe six hours ... like from midnight till six. One night."
Tammy caught some of his enthusiasm and confidence. "Then the government would have to investigate! I mean-just seeing you!" She impulsively reached over and squeezed the permanently stiff thickness of his fifteen inch prick, hidden under his belt and loose shirt. Tammy wanted Jim to fuck her.
Jim sensed her desire. He kissed her. His hand came to her open thighs and slid into her wet crotch. His fingers edged under the low waistband of her bikini panties and immediately sank into her slippery cunt.
Tammy tongued feverishly during the kiss. It seemed the most natural thing in the world for her now. She worked on his belt and opened his pants. She pushed his shirt up. His massive prick fell away from his chest like a toppling tree. It landed heavily across her naked lap. Tammy stroked it, clasping it with both hands, feather touching the nodes. She cradled the huge prick in her arms like a baby, nuzzling it with her face and kissing it lovingly. Tammy couldn't possibly take the large head into her mouth, but she licked it like a mother cat licks a newborn kitten.
Jim worked his hand deeper into her hot cunt. His fingers sought and found her nodes, in turn.
Tammy trembled with pleasure and brought shivers of pleasure to him. She gave herself to a kiss, then whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Jimmy."
He caressed her swollen nipples and large, lust-rounded breasts. He said, "Take off your dress and lay on it. The sand-"
Her wet panties had picked up a coating of dry sand. Tammy stood, wriggled out of her panties, swiftly pulled off her dress and positioned herself on it. She drew her legs back till her knees were pressing into the soft, warm cushions of her breasts. "Fill me, Jimmy. Fill me up to the brim!"
He dropped the knobbed end of his giant prick into her flushed, juicy slit. He sank six inches into her. He was able to suckle her puffed, pink nipples in that position.
Tammy writhed. It was tantalizing, having only part of his massive prick, needing it all, yet loving having her nipples tongued and sucked. Then Jimmie reared forward and sank the thick length of his prick into her belly, stomach, chest! Up-up into her! Up into the center of her young body. Tammy groaned and shuddered with love-and completion. His prick had been made for her! Or she had been made for him!
Jimmy kissed her forehead. He lay buried in her. He gasped, "I feel like I'm one with you. There's so much of me in you ... it's like you're part of me."
Tammy smiled and nodded tremulously. "I-I want to be like this forever. Oh, Jimmy! Jimmy!" Her cup was filled with his glans, sparkling and hot and melting. Her whole body was reacting, part of the act of love. "We'll escape, Tammy! We'll get away!"
"Yes!"
Jim began a slow, deep fucking of her. "The next big orgy night!"
"Yes!" She was boiling honey inside.
"We'll get away from here or we'll die together!"
"YES! YES!" Tammy wept and shuddered into orgasm as Jim moved faster and harder! She frantically kissed his ear and neck. She held onto him with all her might.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Tammy spent the following few days in luxury. Emerald served her, hand and foot. Master number Six often summoned her to his upper floor suite where they had their arm fucking-sucking love-making.
Lala was never present when Tammy entered his rooms. Six had little to say about her. He seemed to take more and more delight in Tammy's increasingly skilled and talented mouth and tongue.
Six groaned into multiple orgasms and spurted chocolate-flavored semen again and again into her throat. Tammy found that her gag reflex was disappearing. She had only to be careful to keep semen from running into her trachea. What would happen if semen got into her lungs? She liked Six more and more. She patted his round, potbellied little stomach and stroked his sideburns and wished impossible wishes.
Then the next special orgy night arrived. Eleven more Masters arrived from various parts of the world. Most were Asians. Two were black. Tammy saw Jimmy a lot, too. They kept fervently renewing their vows to escape. Tammy wore an obscene iridescent green costume to the orgy. Emerald wore a matching green slave outfit. Tammy felt like a minor queen when she paraded through the doorway with Emerald following close.
Master number One was waiting for Tammy. There was a familiar dirty gleam in his bright blue eyes. He extended his hand to her and led her around the now crowded marble table. Every Master was present. He introduced her. "You've met Six, often ... but not number Seven."
The Masters were polite, friendly, some were lewd, some reached out to stroke her bared breasts, fondle a thigh, even poke a curious finger into her seven-inch long vulva slit. One finally said, amid the music and talking and clatter of eating and drinking, "We have another surprise for you, Tammy." He indicated a covered something on the center of the wide marble table.
"Do I have to take a horse again?"
"No, this is different. You'll enjoy this more, I think." He whipped the velvet covering away. The Masters clapped and commented ribaldly. It was a platform with straps and stirrups, but designed so that her knees would be high and wide, and she would be lying on her back. "Up you go, Tammy."
Tammy reluctantly mounted the padded table and got into position. "What's going to happen, Master?" She was frightened in spite of herself. She didn't know what these men were capable of in their search for new voyeuristic thrills.
The woman Master, number Two, stepped up onto the table. She helped number One strap Tammy down. She smiled evilly at Tammy. "You may not survive this, my dear. You may die of pleasure."
Tammy thought the woman maybe meant it literally! What was going to be done to her? Tammy was helpless, her feet were strapped into the high metal stirrups, her arms strapped at the elbow and wrist, a padded strap, not too tight, circled her neck, and a wide leather strap was cinched snugly over her waist.
Master number One snapped his fingers impatiently. "Bring it in!"
It was a device that featured a gargantuan dildo and a series of motors and gears which drove it. The mechanism was shown to Tammy amid cheers and applause from the other Masters. Tammy had eyes only for the monster dildo. It was flesh-colored, of soft plastic, and was impossibly ridged and serrated with tiny nubs and feelers. A hot shiver went through Tammy at the sight of it-she knew what those soft extrusions would feel like inside her, grazing against her interior nodes and into her cup. The dildo's head was a work of art-shaped like a glans, but deeply pocked and pimpled.
The Master held the huge phallus with both hands. "You see these straps and contact pads? It is anchored to your thighs, you see, and is thus un-avoidable and inescapable." He pointed to a pushbutton switch in the thick, hollow base. "You cannot turn it off, Tammy. Only a Master may do that."
He showed her the interior of the dildo. "This small motor drives it into you gradually deeper and deeper by way of this worm gear. This other spring-coil system, attached to the thigh pads, driven by this other motor, makes it move in and out in the usual thrusts. The worm-gear system simply deepens the plunges over a period of time."
"H-how much? ... "
"I can't say, my dear. This was built just for you, and it has a length of twenty-four inches, maximum penetration."
"I can't take-"
"It is built to worm its way into your heart." He cackled at his pun. His blue eyes glittered. He applied the wrap-around, sticky, sticky grip pads to Tammy's firm young thighs. He chuckled to himself as he inserted the massive, heavy dildo ten inches into Tammy's cunt. "The energy cells are in the front part of it, Tammy. You have a real powerful prick in you now." He cackled again.
Tammy asked tremulously, "Will it kill me?"
"Time will tell, my dear." Was he serious? Were the Masters sadists, as well?
He switched it on! The thing in her cunt stirred. It drew back slowly, humming. Then came a tiny click and it plunged forward! Then the springs stopped its motion and it began to retreat again. The penetration was only about twelve inches. It shot into her like a massive spear. The sensations were strong. Tammy gasped with each spring-released plunge. She began to enjoy it in spite of her apprehension.
The soft ridges and feelers brushed the pleasure clusters in her cunt with each release and sent a breathtaking blaze of sensation through her body. Each plunge-recoil cycle took about six seconds. She heard herself cry out as the huge thickness slammed into her cunt. She counted the seconds as it was drawn back by the humming motor, welcomed the click and gasped as the massive phallus thrust deep. But not deep enough! Her cup wanted contact. There were as yet untouched spirals of pleasure nodes, further into her sheath ... waiting ... wanting.
Tammy secretly loved this machine. It FUCKED, hummed, withdrew, clicked, and FUCKED! And-yes-it was gradually fucking deeper! Three or four minutes had passed and it was surely sending the shaft at least an inch deeper now.
The Masters continued talking and eating and drinking. Tammy could turn her head left and right on the pad and see One and Two sitting close by, watching closely. Tammy looked for Six but couldn't locate him in her restricted field of vision. Tammy closed her eyes and gave herself to an orgasm that rippled through her. She panted with delight. There were more orgasms coming, she knew. The machine would continue to fuck her until it was turned off or its batteries failed. That could take hours! She remembered there was a potential twenty-four inches available. That much driven into her would rupture her, smash her heart, tear open her lungs.
Tammy looked to Master One again. His sagging skin was flushed as he watched the gargantuan dildo plunge ... plunge ... plunge ... A small boy was sucking him off.
Tammy could only endure and enjoy the steadily deepening thrusts. She panted into another slow, keenly sensed orgasm. The machine had only one speed. The giant plunges were regular, steady, devastating! She counted. Each five plunges reached another pleasure cluster or node in her cunt. Each sixty seconds the heavy, fat plastic prick sank another quarter-inch into her body. Sweet minutes ticked away. FUCK ... hum backward ... click, FUCK! Tammy's torso sheened with sweat. Her costume dampened. Her brow dewed and her scalp soaked her red hair. The orgasms came sooner now! Every two minutes a sharp sweep of pleasure overwhelmed her. Each plunge ripped a cry from her full lips. Her breasts felt like hot white melons on her surging chest. Her hard nipples ached for a mouth. The devilish artificial prick was into her deeply now! Almost to her cup. Another few minutes! Tammy's upraised thighs quivered as the gargantuan dildo was driven into her. She was ultimately defenseless. There was no escape.
Master One was leaning forward avidly now, as was Two, and a dozen other Masters, clustered on either side of Tammy. Fuck-fuck-fuck! The head of the dildo was plunged up into her cup, at first a gentle, fleeting, exquisitely delightful contact, but gradually more firmly. Tammy was convulsing with pleasure! "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" She lost touch with everything but the massive, plunging shaft in her shuddering body. She became faint from the incredible intensity of sensation. Her eyes rolled up as the shaft surged into her again ... again ... again!
She came to in the brief seconds before the thing was speared up into her body yet again. Then- "AHHHH!" She was sent reeling into spasmodic unconsciousness, her mind sinking beneath waves of ecstasy. But-a few minutes later-the phallus was butting harshly into her cup! Flares of pleasure sparkled with a mixture of pain. Tammy grunted with pain. She began to stiffen and tense when the heavy bludgeon thrust higher into her chest. "Please-UH!-It hurts!"
She flung her sweating face sideways to appeal to the Masters. They were grinning, licking their lips, glittering-eyed. Number One's aged face was a mask of lust as he gave himself over to spurting into the greedy mouth of the young boy who was sucking him. The woman Master had forgotten Tammy; she was spasming under a crawling horde of children, each eager to please her.
The pain increased. Each thrust ended with a grunting shriek of agony from Tammy. They wanted to kill her this way! They knew about the escape plan! They were going to let-Tammy shrieked. The solid shaft retreated slowly, coiling its springs. It was a torture now. An agony. Each massive thrust into the end of her cunt was a terrible ordeal, a fistlike blow that threatened to tear her apart. Her chest was slammed again from inside. Tammy bubbled with pain. She gasped, "HELP! TURN IT OFF! IT'S-AAARRGH!"
Her chest was molten with pain now. The shaft was almost all into her, its torpedo-shape wet with blood-tinted juices. Tammy screamed again as the inexorable fist smashed at her cup, distending her cunt to an impossible extent. The center of her chest was on fire! Tammy sucked air desperately as the monster shaft drew back once more. How many more brutal thrusts could she survive?
She heard the click that signaled another savage, jolting plunge. She grimaced and tried to brace herself for the blow and the pain! But it didn't come. She opened her eyes. Master number Six was hovering over her. He had switched it off! She sighed. "Oh, Master ... " Tears filled her eyes. He quickly unfastened the clinging pads around her thighs and pulled the dripping shaft from her body. The end of it was pink with blood.
Master number One shouted angrily, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Six?"
"I'm claiming her! She's too valuable to hurt like this!"
"We decided-"
"We'll talk about it later! I want her!" Six ignored the mutters from the other Masters. He led Tammy to his nest.
Tammy was hurting slightly in her cup, but she didn't think it was serious. She clung to Six. "Thank you, Master!"
He settled down among the pillows. He took Tammy into his arms. "I want you to take Lala's place and be with me as my daughter out in the rest of the world." He lifted her chin and looked into her damp eyes. "But can I trust you? I must have absolute confidence you will not try to expose us, or commit suicide, or try to escape from me."
Tammy said nothing. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
"You have beauty, personality, and an absolutely fantastic talent for using your mouth. I don't want you to be wasted. I've only been a Master for fifteen years, so I'm not quite as cynical and ruthless as some of the others." He smiled wryly. "I don't want to share you with the other Masters. What I feel for you is a form of love, Tammy."
He locked her gaze to his. "Now think about me and yourself and this place and what you are now." He palmed one of her full breasts and said, "And suck me, Tammy. Suck me the best way you know how."
Tammy nodded. She clung to him and closed her eyes. She circled his prick with both hands. She lowered her head. Her pink tongue darted out. Tammy didn't like what he had said about her "talent" for-sucking. But ... she faced the truth. It was dirty ... at least, she had been taught sucking was a horrible thing and nice girls didn't do it ... back in that other, square world ... Tammy put her hot little mouth on his noduled glans. She tongued ... The world that seemed so far away now ... so unreal. That last spanking was a faded dream.
Tammy used her full mouth ... and admitted to herself-she did like to suck pricks ... and nipples and clitorises. But especially pricks. And especially his prick. She eeled her tongue over the sensitive clusters and dipped her head.
She did like Master number Six very much. She sucked in a special way with her hollowed cheeks and mouth and tongue. Sex was now-more than ever-immensely important to her. Because of her new cunt. And because of the Elixir. Tammy wanted Six to arm fuck her. But she still ached inside. That awful, deadly machine! She felt cheated now. She had to heal. She hated One and Two!
She heard her Master's harsh sighs of pleasure. She shivered happily. Tammy thought that the Elixir was distorting her thinking. If she-Tammy blinked her eyes wide open. She hadn't been given any Elixir tonight! She didn't have the usual ravening hunger. So all that pleasure she had experienced-and her desires now-were real! The faint, lingering sensual itching in her cunt was normal for her body now! She felt oddly, joyously scared. She sucked and sucked.
Tammy noticed Jim at the door of the orgy room. His searching gaze found her. He signaled for her to come to him. But he saw she was busy. He grinned to indicate he understood. He signaled for her to hurry and finish. Tammy moaned with indecision. Her Master was almost ready to spurt his delicious chocolate-flavored semen. She wanted his climax to be very good. She owed him her life!
Tammy was aroused, too, by the act of sucking him ... of cramming her mouth with his hot prick and finding new ways to make his pleasure better, if possible. She just liked the feel of his bumpy prick in her mouth and throat. She took it deep. She didn't cough or gag when the glans was squeezed past the root of her swirling tongue.
The Master trembled, gasped, tensed-and shot deep into her throat. Tammy swiftly bobbed her head, making of her mouth and tongue and palate and throat a unique, working, ever-caressing special cunt.
"AHH-TAMMY! OHHH ... great ... great." He relaxed as his prick jerked a few last times and she sucked up the last of the sweet drops of semen.
He towseled her long red hair. "You must be one in ten million."
Tammy was content for a few seconds as she lay with his softening prick in her gently moving mouth. But she raised her eyes and saw Jim waiting impatiently. She frowned.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After a moment, Tammy whispered, "May I go to the bathroom, Master?"
"Of course." Six patted her fondly on the ass.
Tammy wended her way to the inner orgy room doorway. Jimmy had slipped out of sight. As she entered the hallway he called softly from an alcove. "Here."
Tammy went to him. He wore a purple vest and a series of furry white and red circlets on his giant, ever-hard prick, which stuck out from his loins in a travesty of potency.
Jim kissed her. For a moment Tammy wasn't able to respond, but then clung to him desperately, "Is it now?"
He nodded. "Come on. We can take the boat and be free in half an hour."
Tammy followed him out of the mansion. She felt sick to her stomach. She whispered, "Are you sure we can do it? Is the gun loaded?"
"Sure! I checked. I'm not that stupid! It's loaded, all right, and I know all about the safety."
Tammy tagged along behind him, feeling more and more apprehensive and unsure. It was too easy! But Jimmy dug up the wrapped gun near a bush by the dock area, and in the light from the floodlights, showed her the clip and the safety switch. He pointed to the boat they would take. A single guard strolled on the narrow docking slip where it was tied up with the other, even smaller craft.
Jim said, "Stay close behind me now. This is it! Here we go, Tammy!" He sprang out from the clump of bushes and ran toward the dock. It was only about one hundred feet away.
But Tammy didn't follow. She squatted, frozen by indecision, crying, trembling. She saw Jimmy wave the gun at the guard. The guard laughed and came toward Jimmy, saying something mocking. The guard called other guards. Jim yelled and pulled the trigger. The gun went off with a loud bang! Tammy jumped. But the guard only laughed again and was unhurt. Jimmy retreated, shooting desperately! The other guards converged on Jimmy. He shot at them, too, but either missed, or-Tammy gasped. They knew ... the bullets were blanks. They had let Jim steal that gun! They had planted it! The guards seized Jim and tied his hands behind him. They joked at his huge prick and socked it back and forth. Tammy heard them call him a freak. They took him away.
Tammy, shaking, slipped back to the mansion and back to the orgy. She returned to Master number Six. She was still crying when she settled down next to him. She clutched at him. "Oh, Master ... " Tammy was terribly ashamed of herself for having hung back at the last moment ... yet glad she hadn't been caught.
Number Six petted her head. "It's okay, Tammy! I know all about it. I just had a report about Jim's attempt. He went through with it, but you didn't. That's the important thing."
"You know?"
"Yes, of course. We know everything. We make it easy for malcontents to show themselves." Six rose to his feet. "Come with me."
Apprehensive, Tammy meekly, weepingly followed. He led her up to his suite.
Six settled into a luxurious divan. "Into my arms, Tammy."
She gratefully climbed onto his lap. She waited for judgment.
"If I hadn't stopped that machine, you'd be dead by now. The Prime Committee voted to let it kill you. Jim would have been executed tonight, too, regardless."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"You're guilty by association with him. You intended to go with him tonight, didn't you?"
Tammy nodded. "But something made me stop."
"Do you find that this life, all the sexual use and sexual pleasure, is too much for you? Do you want your old life and old body back?"
"No! Not now. I did-just a few days ago-I did. I was all mixed up. I wanted to go home and punish the Masters and everything ... but with you ... now I'm so different-I've changed so much inside ... in my mind ... I can't-I like it! I can't help it-I love it-all the sex! I want it all the time ... and I want to suck you off all the time!"
Tammy confessed her true feelings in a welter of tears. "I d-didn't want to leave with Jimmy, but I promised h-him."
Six smiled. He said to the air: "Her adjustment and acceptance is now optimum. Jim simply caught her in the initial reaction-shock period. She was brought along too fast, anyway, and not given enough time for the physical-psychological trauma of capture and altering to dissipate."
Tammy understood-he was speaking into a hidden recorder.
"She is now coming to terms with the profound changes that have been imposed upon her. Her emotional resilience and flexibility is proven. Think of tonight as a test. I maintain she passed it. I claim her."
Six looked down at Tammy. "If you could choose now, between life with me and life with your parents-which would it be?"
"You! I don't want to be changed back, Master. I love you. I only want to serve you and help you ... and suck you ... and have you fuck me with your arm."
He laughed. "By pleasure seduced. Aren't we all? And why not? Life is too short as it is, to let any possible orgasm go unexperienced."
