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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
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Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
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between any of the other characters in this story and any real person is
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   _________________________________ A House in the Woods - Kelly Anne
(C)Copyright 2003 - Shakes Peer2B shakes_peer2b@NONOsbcglobal.net (remove
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   The fish had not been very cooperative that day, but then, catching fish
isn't really the point of fishing for me.  I was heading back through the
woods to my house, when Caesar and Czar took off like bats out of hell. 
From the way they fled silently between the trees, I knew there was someone
on my property who shouldn't have been.

   When I go far from the house in these woods, I carry a Super Blackhawk
in a belt holster.  A .44 Magnum is a bit heavy for use on humans,
especially in an urban environment - Dirty Harry notwithstanding - but in
these woods it's got the stopping power I'd need for most of the critters
I'm likely to encounter.

   I prefer the single action because it means I have to think about what
I'm doing when I fire it.  I can't just pull it out and idly snap the
trigger.  A friend had blown a hole in his widescreen TV doing that with a
Smith & Wesson, once.  It would have been a good lesson, cheaply learned,
had his five year old son not been between the piece and the TV at the
time.

   I automatically checked that the weapon was free in it's holster, but
didn't pull it.  Running through the woods with a drawn handgun is a good
way to either lose it or have it go off prematurely.  As I followed in the
direction the dogs had gone, Czar returned, looking very pleased with
himself, to lead me to his brother.  Since he had felt that Caesar had
things well enough under control to leave him alone, I figured I wouldn't
need the sidearm, but I still took my time about making myself visible to
the intruder.  I saw Caesar pacing, on guard, from about thirty yards out,
and eased up closer.  Taking a cue from where the dog's attention was
focused, I did a wide, slow arc to get a better view of the trespasser.  As
I peered around a tree, I saw a flash of flaming red hair, and thought, at
first, that Molly Pierce had come for another visit and wandered away from
the house.  The dogs know Molly, though (in the biblical sense!) and Caesar
was acting more like he had fresh game in sight than familiar pussy.

   I finally reached a vantage point from which I thought I'd be able to
see who the dogs had treed.  Slowly parting a screen of foliage, I saw a
tall, slender red-headed woman, wearing nothing but a collar and a pair of
three-inch spike heels.  Czar had rejoined his brother, and they both
seemed to be enjoying the absolute terror they instilled in the girl.  She
had her back plastered to a tree trunk, and was trembling from head to toe,
even though it was rather a warm day.

   I checked the surrounding area, just in case the boys had missed
something, then silently slipped to within a few feet of the girl before
showing myself.

   "Who are you," I said, levelly, "and what are you doing - naked - on my
property."

   She jumped, and then jumped again, with a plaintive squeak, when her
sudden movement set the dogs to snarling.  "Mr.  B-B-Brenneman?"

   "Yes."

   "Please, sir," she still trembled but her voice settled a bit as her
thoughts found something to land on besides the dogs.  "I was trying to
find your house and got lost!  T-the dogs tore off my dress!"

   My boys could get playful that way with a pretty girl, so I just smiled.

   "Kelly Anne?" I had used the pretty redhead once at a club in Seattle.
She was a delightful submissive, but I never expected her to show up in my
woods.

   "Yes, sir!"

   "What brings you all the way out here?"

   The freckles on her lightly tanned skin were joined by goosebumps,
despite the warmth of the day, as she replied, "I-I was hoping...  Well,
uh, I uh remembered, uh when you, uh...  That is, I, uh had no place to go
and, well I uh, hoped you might, well, uh let me, uh stay with you for a
little while, Sir?"

   "Why aren't you staying with your Master?"

   She seemed on the verge of tears as she replied, "I-I don't have a
master just now, Sir!"

   I studied the trembling girl for a few moments before responding, "We
might be able to work something out.  Are you on the way to somewhere, or
are you looking for a home?"

   "I lost my job," she mumbled, "and was going to go stay with my sister
in Idaho Falls, but she's in Europe for a couple of weeks, and, well, I
hoped you could put me up for a week or so until she gets back, Sir."

   "I'll tell you what," I said briskly, "you be my slave for the time
you're here, and I'll take you to your sister's in Idaho Falls when she
gets back."

   Her face brightened, "Oh, Sir!  I SO hoped you would let me serve you! I
will be the best slave you ever had!"

   "Don't be too eager, Little Kelly Slave," I held up a hand in warning,
"I will not be easy on you!"

   "Oh, please, Sir!" she clasped her hands in front of her, "use me as you
see fit!"

   "Very well!  Let's get you back to the house!"

   I removed the backpack that held my broken-down rod and fishing tackle.
From one of the pockets, I took a spool of leader line and a two pound
weight.  I cut a short piece from the spool with my belt knife.  Instead of
putting the knife back in its sheath, I had Kelly spread her legs, then
inserted the knife handle into her semi-lubricated tunnel up to the guard.

   "If you drop that, Little Kelly Slave," I warned, "When I put it back it
will go in blade first!"

   I quickly tied slipknots in each end of the length of line and looped
them over each of Kelly's upturned pink nipples, pulling them snug.  When
the line was secured, I hung the weight from the middle of it.  The weight
would keep the slipknots from loosening, and provide Kelly's sensitive
little nipples with something to think about while she walked.

   Before retrieving the knife, I let the bulbous knob on it's butt slide a
few times back and forth over Kelly's G-spot, drawing a shiver and a gasp
from the red-haired slave.

   I cut a longer piece of the leader line and placed the knife back in my
belt.  Fashioning a loop in one end of the line, I then folded the loop
back on itself, creating two smaller loops in a sort of half-cloverleaf
shape.  These I slipped over each end of the barbell that peeked out from
her nest of red pubic hair.

   I slipped back into the straps of the backpack, then took the free end
of the lower piece of line and wrapped it three or four times around my
palm.  Without looking back, I set out at a brisk walk toward the house.

   Kelly, realizing what would happen to her tender, pierced, little clit
if I reached the end of the slack in that line while she stood still, gave
a little squeal and did her best to trot after me.  How she negotiated the
undergrowth, leaves, sticks, and dead logs we encountered, wearing those
high heels, I'll never know, but she still had her clitoris when we reached
the house.  I had made sure that the line would give her a few good jerks
on the way, but always kept the tension from getting to the point where it
might damage her tender flesh.

   I led Kelly Anne to a whipping post I had once used to help a student
learn about slavery (see "A House in the Woods - Aisha").  I took the
'leash' from around my hand and tied it to a sixteen penny nail that
protruded from the post a little above head height.  I used enough tension
that if she wanted to rest on those heels of hers, she'd have to stretch
her clit about half an inch.  I then removed the weight from the line
between her tits and hooked the line over the same nail, pulling her close
to the post and stretching her pale breasts into upward pointing cones. 
She hugged the post to keep as much tension off her various body parts as
possible, but I noticed an undulating movement at her pelvis as she
experimented with the sensations caused by this intimate bondage.

   "I want to make sure, Kelly Anne, that you remember to come to the front
door when you visit me in the future." As I spoke, I unzipped and lubed
myself with some hand lotion from my fishing kit.  "To ensure this, I'm
going to remind you what the back door is for!"

   Her first indication of my intentions came as I spread her cheeks and
planted the purple head of my cock in the tiny pink depression of her
rectal sphincter.  Without giving her time to prepare, I applied a steady
pressure and forced my entire length into her colon in one long, smooth
stroke.  She shrieked in agony as her sphincters stretched to accomodate my
girth, but pushed her bottom out to make sure she got all of me.

   Since this was a punishment fuck, I didn't give her time to adjust.  I
ripped my cock all the way out, then slammed back in, driving the pitch of
her screams up an octave.  I was quick and brutal.  Normally I like to take
my time and enjoy a good leisurely ass fuck, but this was more for her pain
than my pleasure so I didn't hold back.  I pounded the tight, gritty velvet
orifice hard and fast, occasionally pulling all the way out to punish her
sphincter on re-entry.  I could tell the pain was exciting her, but the
last thing I wanted right then was a sexually satisfied slave, so I drove
as far inward as I could, lifting her completely off the ground, and let
go. I basted the inside of her lower intestine with my hot cum, and as soon
as the last pulse had died, tore my still dripping cock from her sheath.

   She moaned and begged me not to stop, but I left her there with my cum
running out of her gaping ass and went into the house to wash up and change
my pants.  When I returned, she was humping the post and jerking at the
fishing line that bound her to it, crying her frustration to the woods.

   "Stop that!" I swatted her abused ass to emphasize my point.  "While you
are here with me, you will cum only when I allow it!"

   "Tell me, Kelly Anne," I removed any emotion from my tone, "what kind of
slave are you?  I need an honest answer, because it will determine how I
deal with you while you are here."

   "I don't understand what you mean, Sir."

   "Are you a true slave, who lives only to please your Master," I asked,
"or are you a slave because of the sexual gratification you get from
playing the role?  Think carefully before you answer.  I will not tolerate
a frivolous response."

   She studied the splintered wood of the whipping post for a few minutes.
"I-I-I want to be a slave who lives only to please her Master, b-but up to
now, I guess I've just been doing it for my own gratification.  It just
drives me so wild to be punished, that I sometimes do things to invite it."

   "In other words," I hardened my voice a little, "you presume to
manipulate your Master or Mistress for your own pleasure!"

   She cringed against the post, "Y-yes, Sir."

   "That doesn't make you a very good slave, by my standards," I said, "but
at least you answered the question honestly, so I won't punish you this
time.  Tell me, Kelly Anne, are you a pain slut?  Will you do anything, for
anybody, if they hurt you enough?"

   "Oh, please, Sir!" she wailed, "Don't make me answer that, please!"

   "You MUST answer!" I slammed my open palm against the post beside her
head for emphasis.

   "Yes, Sir!" She was trembling again.  "I'm afraid that I must be a pain
slut, Sir.  If you had raped my ass a little longer, I would have come just
from the pain!"

   "How do you feel about sex with animals, Kelly Anne," I asked, "dogs,
for instance."

   "Oh, please, Sir!" she begged "Don't make me have sex with the dogs! 
I'm so afraid of them!"

   I cocked an eyebrow in her direction but didn't respond directly.

   "Here are the rules, Kelly Slave." I started unfastening her from the
post.  "I am only your temporary Master, so while you are here, you will
call me only 'Sir', as you have been doing.  While you are under my care,
you will respond to me in all other respects as if I WERE your Master.  I
am not a cruel Master.  I will not punish you solely for my pleasure.  You
will find that I am much more demanding than many, in most respects, and
when you displease me, you will find that my punishments WILL NOT give you
pleasure.  If you have any questions for me, this is your only chance to
ask them."

   "A-are you going to make the dogs fuck me, sir?" her lower lip trembled.

   "No, Little Kelly Slave," I smiled thinly, "you're going to beg me to
let them fuck you!"

   "Oh, I could never do that, Sir!" she cried.

   I just smiled as I released her from the whipping post.

   I gave a tug on the fishing line 'leash' and led her inside, through the
hidden door in my pantry, and down the stairs to the dungeon.

   "The first thing we need to do," I said, jerking the line to her clit
for emphasis, "is to get rid of this costume jewelry, and get some real
hardware installed."

   I bound her, face up, to a broad, padded bench with her arms and legs
spread straight out to the sides.  She was fairly limber, so the position
didn't strain her hip joints too much, though I could see the concentration
on her face as she tried not to fight it.

   From a recess in the pad below her crotch, I extracted a padded,
three-pronged device that looked like nothing so much as an eagle's claw.
The lower prong was curved upward and centered between the two upper
talons, which curved downward.  The claw was attached to a rod that
extended down into the bench.

   The lower prong I inserted into Kelly's vagina, and placed the upper
pair on either side of her labia, extending upward toward her abdomen. 
When I activated the remote, the upper prongs clamped down on her pubic
bone, trapping it against the one in her vagina.  The mounting rod
stiffened and receded a little, securing Kelly's pelvis immovably to the
bench, but leaving her pierced clit exposed in the center of the flattened
V of the upper prongs.

   With straps already securing her outstretched arms near the shoulder, it
only remained for me to place and tighten a strap across her chest, just
below the mounds of her breasts.  When I was finished, she would have had
difficulty moving any part of her torso more than about an eighth of an
inch.

   I untangled the fishing line from her little golden decoration, and used
a pair of diagonal pliers to clip off one end of the barbell.  I could have
unscrewed the little ball, of course, but the way the dikes deformed the
cut end of the bar gave her a little extra jolt when I pulled it out of its
hole.

   With the area sterilized, I plastered her pubic hair to her labia with
sterile jelly, then used a large, curved needle to create a new, larger
hole just beneath the buried shaft of her clitoris, near the protruding
bud. Kelly's arousal was evident from the copious amounts of fluid leaking
out of her tunnel, despite her pitiful cries.  I worked the needle around
until I thought the hole would serve.

   When the hole was ready, I took a thick, stainless steel ring, whose
ends were offset from each other, and worked it through the hole, eliciting
more painful pleas from my victim.  I didn't worry too much about her,
since she came at least twice during this procedure.  Once the ring was in
place, I cleaned the blood and her fluids off of it, and used pliers to
align the ends so that they butted tightly together.

   I refreshed the gel on her mound and laid an insulating sheet with a
hole in the middle over it, so that the top part of the ring protruded.  I
then jammed a tapered copper rod tightly into the ring so that its sides
made good metal-to-metal contact.  The bottom of the rod was grooved to
prevent damage to Kelly Anne's clit, and there was a small strip of
insulating tape on top, just below the split in the ring.  The rod acted as
a heat sink when, working quickly and using a very hot, fine tipped torch,
I welded the ends of the ring together.  The copper absorbed most of the
heat from the torch, but the bottom of the ring got hot enough to cause
Kelly some discomfort.

   Putting away the tools I used for this procedure, I leaned over and
whispered in her ear, "How are you doing, Little Kelly Slave?  Did you
enjoy that?"

   She rolled her eyes in my direction and hoarsely replied, "That was VERY
intense, Sir!"

   "I've still to do your breasts," I warned, "do you want some anesthetic,
or would you like to receive the unadulerated sensations of my -
ministrations?"

   "I hate my body for this, Sir," she replied tremulously, "but I don't
want the anesthetic."

   I had puzzled for a little while over what to do with Kelly Anne's tits.
During our session at the club I had discovered how sensitive her nipples
were and how much she enjoyed having them played with.  Of course, rings
would increase that sensitivity for a while, but after a long period of
being pulled, twisted, and otherwise manipulated, the rings would likely
cause a lessening of that sensitivity.  I thought of using spikes, as well,
but they too might get in the way of a future Master's or Mistress's
recreation.

   I put my devious little engineering mind, and my little shop of
pleasures to work, and came up with a design I thought might do the trick.
I just needed some measurements, a few little snips, a teensy bit of
machine work, a little grinding and polishing, and I was ready to go.

   Most of these preparations were completed in my shop out back, and I
took the dogs with me to keep them from getting any unsanitary ideas about
Kelly's immobilized nether regions.

   I returned from the shop with a sealed jar of alcohol containing four
stainless steel rods, and eight stainless steel balls.

   Using a long, straight needle, I created a passage starting and ending
just outside the edge of her aureola, on diagonally opposite sides.  Taking
one of the rods that was flattened in the middle, with a hole through the
flat spot, I snapped one of the balls to one end of it.  I then forced the
other end, the flattened area, and the rest of the rod, into the hole under
Kelly's nipple.  When it emerged from the other side, to a chorus of cries
and moans, I cleaned the blood off and snapped the other ball on, adjusting
the rod's position until I was satisfied that the flat spot was centered
under the nipple.  The design of the rod was such that once the balls were
snapped in place, the only way to remove them was to cut them off.

   Using another needle, I lined it up and began pushing it through at
right angles to the first.  When it touched the embedded rod, I felt around
with the end of the neeedle until I located the hole at the center of the
rod.  I continued pushing the needle through the rod and her flesh.

   Judging from Kelly's cries, this wasn't amusing her a lot, but the
puddle between her legs was growing.

   Taking one of the rods that had no hole or flat spot, I attached another
ball to one end.  The other end, conveniently enough, fit into a recess in
the end of the needle.  Coupling the ends together, I used the rod to push
the needle through, and out the other side, thus threading the second rod
through the hole in the first.  After cleaning the protruding end of the
rod, I snapped a ball onto it, as well.  When I had finished, Kelly had
four shiny, stainless steel balls apparently attached to the northeast,
southeast, southwest, and northwest quadrants of her aureola.

   I showed this to her in the mirror and she looked puzzled.  It was not
unattractive, but she couldn't quite figure out what it was for.  I
demonstrated by attaching a four-legged cage, each leg of which ended in a
small hook.  When the hooks were placed around the rods just inside the
protruding balls and pulled outward, they snapped into place.  Now, in
addition to the four balls, Kelly had a shiny cage around her nipple that
was eminently tuggable, bindable, or otherwise abusable.

   Her eyes went wide as she realized some of the potential.  A slight
inward push while holding the ends of one of the rods, and the cage
unsnapped.

   (AUTHOR'S NOTE/WARNING: I have been chided by more than one reader for
not making my FANTASIES more realistic.  In this particular case I think it
might be important to at least be VERY clear about the fact that this is
FANTASY.  I have no idea if piercings like these can be done without
serious damage to the delicate glands and ducts of the breast. 
Furthermore, my characters tend to make use of their hardware almost
immediately after installation to keep the story moving.  In real life, I'm
given to understand that the waiting period for most piercings to heal is
6-8 weeks, so if you want body modification, consult a reputable
professional - NOT a FANTASY writer!  Now back to our regularly scheduled
perversion...)

   Kelly continued to serenade me with her tortured shrieks as I installed
an identical contraption in her other breast, and by the time I had
finished, she lay in a stupor, having cum so many times that the puddle had
become a stream running off the end of the bench.

   I brushed a sweat-soaked strand of red hair from her face, and asked,
"How do you feel, Little Kelly Slave?"

   Kelly turned her head in my direction, "Stunned, Sir!  And exhausted! 
But I don't think I've ever been so excited!  I must have cum at least ten
times!"

   "Why are you stunned, Kelly?" I asked curiously.

   "Because I'm still alive, Sir!" Kelly replied meekly.

   "Oh." I smiled, keeping my voice friendly, "Well, actually, you came
eleven times in all.  What did I tell you about that?"

   She smiled in response to my tone, until the import of my words hit
home, then the blood drained from her face and she stared, aghast, at my
still-smiling countenance.  "OHMIGOD!  You told me not to cum without your
permission, Sir!  I'm SO sorry sir!  I just forgot!  It won't happen again,
I promise, sir!"

   My voice took on a hard edge.  "Let's see if we can make sure of that,
shall we?  You are such a disrespectful little slut you don't even REMEMBER
the commands you're given!"

   I quickly released her from her bonds, and just as quickly bound leather
cuffs around her ankles and wrists.  I secured her ankles to a bar that
spread them well beyond shoulder width.  When I triggered the remote, her
feet rose toward the ceiling until she was suspended head down from a
turntable-like mechanism.  Another bar secured her cuffed wrists to a
similar device on the floor.  A particular combination of buttons on the
remote started the devices at her feet and hands turning slowly, causing
Kelly Anne's body to rotate like a pig on a vertical spit.

   I used a short, single strand whip like a basting brush, leaving no
space on her body untouched, except in the immediate area of her new
hardware and her face.

   "If you cum while I'm punishing you, Kelly Anne," I warned as I planted
a nice welt on her flank, "I will bypass the dogs and take you directly to
the barn for the horses to use!  Do you understand, slave?"

   "Yes - AAAAIIIEEE!  - sir!" she wailed from amidst the red hair that
flailed about her face, as, in a vain effort to escape her torment, she
moved the only part of her body that was not bound.

   When my critical eye could detect no fresh targets for my lash, I
stopped her rotation and, using the remote, raised her body slightly until
her eyes were level with my crotch.

   Removing my trousers, I stepped in close, presenting her tear-stained
face with with my flaccid cock.  "Thank me for making you a better slave,
Kelly Anne, then show me your appreciation."

   "Thank you, sir!  Thank you so much for making me a better slave!" Her
mouth opened and eagerly engulfed the head of my cock.  "Mmmmmmmph u uhwee
unch!"

   Her sharp, pink tongue swirled my glans deliciously around the inside of
her mouth, but the only time I felt teeth was when she deliberately nibbled
on some portion of my flesh.  Her movement was restricted by her bonds but
she made the most of what was available, moving her head from side to side
and back and forth to get at various parts of my quickly hardening tool.

   As my shaft started to stiffen, she plastered her nose to my balls, and
moaned around the head as it plugged itself into the back of her throat. 
The effect was electrifying.  My over-stimulated organ sprang to erection,
plunging up her throat as it lengthened.  Kelly kept her face as tightly
planted in my groin as she could, and I helped out by thrusting my hips
forward.

   As my rod hardened, it continued growing, extending into the eager
slave's throat.  Finally needing to breathe, Kelly reluctantly backed off,
lovingly laving my shaft and head with her tongue and lips as it withdrew.
With my cock fully erect, when the excited redhead plunged down on it this
time, she twisted her head from side to side, corkscrewing her constricted
throat onto the skewering pole.

   When her nose was once again buried in my scrotum, she bit - not hard,
but the unexpected pressure of her teeth at the base of my cock caused my
engorged member to leap inside her throat.  Kelly moaned and endeavored to
bury even more of my excited spear.

   Most women who have given me head tolerated the presence of my cock in
their mouths and did their best to get me off quickly.  Kelly Anne acted as
if there was nowhere she'd rather be than with my rampant dick buried deep
in her throat.  Each time she went down, she worked my turgid organ over
until she absolutely HAD to breathe, and on the way up, made love to the
shaft and glans as though afraid she'd never taste them again.  Her teeth
never scraped, but would occasionally, deliberately, bite, sending erotic
shockwaves up my spine.  I was so engrossed in the sensations that I didn't
notice, until she spoke, that she'd removed her mouth from my sex.

   "Please, sir," she rasped, "please rape my mouth!  Fuck my throat with
your delicious cock, please?!"

   How could I refuse?  I held her head in both hands and started a long,
slow thrusting rhythm.  All the way in, all the way out.  Red hair swinging
to and fro with each plunge, Kelly Anne moaned and suckled, pushing forward
to meet every stroke, keeping her tongue busy finding all the most
exquisite places to use it.

   Of their own volition, my hips increased the speed and violence of my
thrusts.  Kelly met them even more eagerly.  I pounded her face
unmercifully, feeling her chin hit my pubic bone and grind against it. 
Still she seemed to want more.

   My hips were a blur and each thrust brought me to my toes as I tried to
bury as much of my cock in Kelly's milking orifice as possible.  Kelly's
eyelids fluttered and the volume of her moans rose, while their pitch fell
until she was practically growling at my balls.

   I could no more have held back that orgasm than I could have carried
myself around by my own hip pocket.  Three, four, five times I slammed full
length into Kelly's rapacious mouth, finally arresting, completely buried,
as my straining legs trembled and my balls erupted their contents deep into
the excited slave's grasping, convulsing throat.

   Wave after wave of ejaculate bathed the inside of Kelly's esophagus, new
pulses being triggered every few seconds by some vibration, movement, or
spasm of the ravishing redhead's mouth and throat.  Finally, my legs gave
out and I stumbled backward to lean against another piece of equipment, my
still-hard cock dripping the last few ripples of cum onto the floor.

   "Jesus H.  Christ and his brother Harry!" I exploded, watching
Kelly-Anne's tongue searching for leftover bits of my slippery discharge,
"Where in the hell did you learn to give head like that?!"

   Butter wouldn't have melted in her mouth.  "Did you enjoy that, Sir?"

   "I can honestly say, Little Kelly Slave," I gasped, "that that was the
BEST blowjob I have EVER experienced!"

   "Well, Sir," she replied innocently, "You DID say to show you my
appreciation, and I REALLY appreciate your helping me become a better
slave!"

   I righted myself on wobbly knees, and stroked Kelly Anne's inner thigh.
"Well, Little Slave, if you appreciate it that much, I'll be sure to do an
extra special job of it."

   "I warn you though," I continued gently, "this will not be easy on you.
Are you sure you want to keep going."

   "Oh, yes Sir!" she cried from her upside-down position.

   "Then you must realize something, Kelly Anne." I replied, "You must stop
worrying about your own pleasure and depend on your Master to fulfill your
needs.  If you concentrate on serving to the exclusion of all else, he will
show his gratitude, and I guarantee you won't lack for either the pleasure
or the pain you desire.  If you throw your heart and soul into pleasing him
the way you threw it into that blowjob, any Master or Mistress will be more
than grateful, I guarantee!"

   "Unfortunately," I gently toyed with her clit ring as I spoke, reminding
her how painful new piercings can be, "I don't have enough time before your
Sister returns to do a proper job of training you, so I'm going to have to
take a few shortcuts."

   "What kind of shortcuts, Sir?"

   I knelt down so she could see my smile.  "THAT you'll discover in due
time, Little Kelly Slave!"

   I released her from her bondage and instructed her on the care of her
new hardware.  I let her shower in the guest bathroom upstairs, but didn't
allow any clothing.  When she had finished her ablutions, I cuffed her
hands behind her back and commanded: "You will follow two paces behind me
at all times, unless I instruct you otherwise.  If I catch you trying to
get off in any way, the punishment you just received will seem like
playtime at kindergarten, is that clear?"

   She bowed her head and stared past her newly adorned breasts at her
feet. "Yes sir."

   "Understand me slave!" I continued "You are allowed out of the dungeon
because you pleased me exceedingly well, but I have not forgotten your
earlier disobedience, so take care you don't end up spending a sleepless
night in my dungeon while one of my evil little machines torments you!"

   "Yes sir!"

   I called Doc Miller while Kelly listened, wondering what my half of the
conversation meant for her.

   "Doc?  Hi!  Mike Brenneman!"

   "Oh, doin' ok, I guess!  How about you?"

   "That's great!  Say 'Hi' to Anna for me!"

   "No, I just called to see if you got that device I ordered..."

   "...and the instructions?"

   "Any problems?"

   "Pretty straightforward, huh?"

   "Yeah...  Oh good!  Well listen, how's tomorrow look?"

   "Yeah, I'll bring her in."

   "Great, see you then!  Oh, say, while I've got you on the line, I may
have something special lined up for you in a few weeks."

   "Yeah, that kind of special!"

   "No, no - female!"

   "Uh huh.  All the way from Texas!"

   "Now that'd be telling, wouldn't it?  You'll just have to wait and see!"

   "All right, Doc!  See you tomorrow night!"

   Doc Miller is the only one of the local residents, besides my neighbor
Sarah Noonan and her daughter Penny (see "A House in the Woods - Penny")
who knows anything about my activities.  He knows because I once saw him in
a dark room in San Francisco engaged in his favorite pastime - being
thoroughly abused by a dominant, in this case, male.  I have since learned
that the sex of the dominant person doesn't matter much to him.

   Having discovered the skeleton in his closet, I made a little pact with
the Doc.  Occasionally, he'll do something under the table for one of my
guests.  In return, I provide him with partners and a place to receive all
the abuse he needs, without having to go seeking it in public venues.

   The Doc is an excellent community doctor and our little rural outpost is
lucky to have him, so I try to keep from straining his sense of ethics too
much.  His wife, Anna, knows about and condones his hobby, but it's
doubtful if the rest of the community would look favorably on it.  By
making the arrangement reciprocal, and keeping my requests within certain
bounds, it feels more like a mutual agreement than extortion, so it works
well for both of us.

   I prepared dinner and released Kelly Anne's hands long enough for her to
eat, but made sure she kept them above the table.

   Kelly Anne slept in my bed, and I used her ass without allowing her to
cum before falling asleep.  In the morning, I woke her bright and early and
treated myself to another of her artistic head jobs.

   This time, I released her hands, admonishing her to keep them on MY
crotch, not hers.  If anything, I came even harder.  With her hands free,
she used her mouth on my scrotum and the edges of my shaft, kissing,
sucking, licking - making exquisite love to my rod.  She tongued and
nibbled my asshole and perineum, not at all shy about what might or might
not be lurking there.  When her fingers penetrated my rectum, they did so
as voluptuously as her mouth worked my organ.  Instead of going direct for
the prostate, as most women did, she played with the inside of my chute -
pricking it lightly with her nails, teasing at the inside of my sphincter,
and only occasionally flicking lightly at the sensitive bulb of my
prostate. She seemed to know exactly what would give me the most pleasure,
and was not reticent about giving it.  Her eyes seldom closed, but instead
of watching my face, as most women did when blowing me, she watched my cock
as it slid wetly in and out of her mouth, as if it were the center of her
universe.

   This time, after another explosive climax, I had to push her off my
super-sensitive rod as it wilted and leaked milky fluid on my belly.

   Again, I kept Kelly naked with her hands bound and made her follow me
around.  Occasionally, I would pleasure myself in her mouth or in her
quivering rectum, each time denying her orgasm.  She knew better than to
protest, but by afternoon, her frustration was beginning to show.  I sat
her in front of the TV in the dungeon for a few hours, bound so that she
couldn't relieve the growing pressure, and played a preprogrammed series of
raunchy DVD's for her, the last showing a bound slave being given to a
kennel full of horny male dogs.

   I made her dress in a simple, presentable shift and flat shoes for
dinner, and spiked her wine with a little Rohypnol.  By the time we had
finished eating, she was already a little woozy.  I bundled her into my
truck and took off for town.  Doc Miller's office is located just outside
of the town proper, and while there are more houses in that area than in
mine, it's fairly easy to slip unseen into his parking lot and pull up to
the back door.  This was convenient for me, but I had installed a custom
security system for the Doc because the isolation would make it easy for
someone who wanted drugs to break in.

   Kelly Anne was gone by the time I unloaded her from my pickup, and Doc
decided he wouldn't even need anesthetic.  I waited in his office, watching
through the window as he implanted the little electronic device and its
transducers in Kelly's body.

   One of the companies in which I invested heavily had invented technology
that they hoped would revolutionize the field of pain management, though it
was tough going to convince the medical community to get off the old
tried-and-true drug therapy.

   Their invention consisted of a tiny, remote-controlled electronic device
that managed one or more even smaller pain inhibiting transducers,
connected to the device itself by almost microscopic wires.  The
'PainHibitor' had two separate effects that could be selected from the
remote.  The first flooded the targeted area with pleasurable sensations to
mask the pain.  The second blocked all nerve transmissions from the target
area.

   In discussion with the inventor and founder of the company, I discovered
that there was a third effect produceable as a by-product of the other two,
but which was not publicized or made accessible through the standard
remotes.  The device could also produce excruciating pain akin to acid
being electrically fried under the patient's skin.

   Financial difficulties weighed heavily on the company in its bid to make
the medical community sit up and take notice, so it didn't take too much
persuasion to get them to make me a special version of their device and
provide the Doc with instructions on how to implant it.  The device they
delivered was capable of producing any of the three possible effects, and
controlled four separate transducers.  The magnitude of each effect was
controlled by the amplitude of the signal from the remote.  A dial on the
remote controlled that amplitude for patients, but I had obtained the specs
from the engineers and created some special interfaces for my own purposes.

   In return for their indulgence in providing me with this special model,
I bought enough stock to pay the company's operating expenses for another
year.  Actually, it was a good investment, special edition device or no,
and I fully expect to get many times my money back.

   The device itself was implanted under Kelly's pubic bone, between the
bone and the wall of her vagina.  One transducer was implanted in her G
spot and another at the base of her clitoris.  The almost invisible wires
connecting these proximate transducers to the device were relatively easy
to run under her skin using a short guide needle, though the procedure was
tedious.

   Getting the longer wires to the transducers implanted in Kelly's nipples
was an even longer and more tedious process involving a long, thin tube,
about the diameter of a fine hypodermic needle, and guide magnets.

   The transducers were implanted and the wires routed under the red-head's
lightly tanned, freckled skin in the first two steps of the procedure. 
This left her with five small punctures and some tiny wires hanging out of
her vaginal opening.  The wires were then attached to the device, which was
inserted into the hole through which the wires emerged.  I was impressed by
Doc's skill at performing this delicate procedure through such tiny,
pin-prick holes.

   As I put Kelly's shift back on, Doc told me to wait two or three days
before using her vagina, after that, the small puncture at its mouth should
have healed sufficiently.  He also gave me some antibiotics to give her,
just in case.

   (AUTHOR'S NOTE: Once again, in this FANTASY world, we can give patients
antibiotics without knowing their medical history.  In real life, allergies
happen, so DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!)

   "So tell me about this Texan." Doc probed, putting away his instruments.
"What's she like?"

   "You'll just have to wait and see for yourself, Doc!" I grinned, then
relented a little.  "All right, her name's Goddess Jada, and I've seen some
of her 'work'.  I promise you won't be disappointed!  She's another
redhead, though hers is more toward auburn than this one."

   "So what's she into?" Doc probed again.

   "I'll let her show you, Doc." I laughed, "I will tell you she has a
tattoo of a pair of handcuffs across her lower back, but the rest - well
you just have to wait and see.  Now help me get Kelly back to the truck
before she starts to come around."

   Doc knew me well enough to realize I wasn't going to give him anything I
didn't want to, so he helped me pile Kelly Anne's limp form into the pickup
and get her harness buckled.

   I got Kelly into bed in the guest room and retired to mine.

   Early the next morning, I was shaking Kelly awake.  "Get up, you
disrespectful little slut!"

   "Huh?" Kelly mumbled groggily, "Wha?"

   "How dare you drink so much?" I blustered, "How dare you pass out in my
house!  Get your freckled ass down to the dungeon!"

   "Yes, Sir!" Kelly responded, a very puzzled and chagrined expression on
her sleep-ridden face.

   She rolled out of bed and almost fell, but got unsteadily to her feet
and stumbled toward the kitchen.

   "I'm sorry, Sir!  I didn't think the wine was that strong, Sir!  I don't
know how I could have drunk so much!" her litany of apology continued all
the way to the pantry.

   I felt a little guilty blaming this on her, but it was necessary for my
plan to work in the time I had with her.

   I snapped cages on Kelly's tit implants.  These particular cages had a
threaded ring at the juncture of the four legs.  Into each of these rings I
screwed a rod whose inner ended narrowed and extended past the threaded
portion, ending in a needle point.  When the rod was screwed into the cage,
the pointed end embedded itself in the center of Kelly's sensitive little
nipple.  The outer end of the rod was about an inch and a half long and
also threaded.  Onto this, I screwed a heavy steel ball.

   Each time Kelly moved, the ball's inertia would cause it to displace
slightly off-center.  This would, in turn, jostle the needle tip and give
her nipples a corresponding jolt, while magnifying the pain of the abused
flesh around the implanted rods.  I lifted and dropped the balls a couple
of times to demonstrate for her, eliciting excited gasps from the slave.

   "We're going to up the ante today, slave!" I grinned.  "You will wear
these for the rest of the day, and if you cum - well, the horses haven't
had a mare in weeks!"

   I bound Kelly Anne in front of the TV and put on a series of bestiality
DVDs, leaving her room to exercise the weights on her breasts, then went
upstairs to give the dogs their new collars.  Before I left I silently
pointed to the video cameras mounted around the dungeon, all their little
red lights blinking.

   I had made special collars for Caesar and Czar for this occasion. 
Mounted to each of these collars was a transmitter matching the
specifications of the remote for Kelly's implants.  The transmitters were
very weak, and would have little effect from more than about ten feet away.
Whenever one of the dogs got close to Kelly Anne, however, her implant
would start sending pleasure signals to her clit and G-spot.  This would
max out at about thirty percent with the dog's head in her lap, so she
wouldn't be acutely aware of it, but each time she was near one or both
dogs, she would feel a pleasurable tingling in her loins.

   I returned to the dungeon with the dogs trailing along, and released
Kelly Anne.

   "Sir?" she asked meekly.

   "Yes, slave?"

   "I know I did a disrespectful thing in getting drunk and passing out,"
she said, puzzled, "but I was expecting a harsher punishment.  May I ask
why you didn't punish me?"

   I raised an eyebrow.  "Didn't I, slave?"

   I gazed pointedly at the slick puddle where she had been sitting.

   Comprehension dawned on her face.  "Oh my God!  Are you EVER going to
let me cum, Sir?"

   I glared at her for a moment.  "I'm not feeling so inclined, but if you
asked me nicely, I might let the dogs help you out."

   "Oh!" she gasped, "I could NEVER do that sir!"

   "Why not, Kelly Slave?" I probed.

   "Oh, sir, it's just too degrading!" she cried, "To be a dog's bitch?  I
could never face myself afterward!  Besides, I'm afraid of dogs!"

   "Are you a slave, or not?" was all I said before turning toward the
stairs.

   As the day wore on, Kelly Anne's frustration grew, and I did much to
help it grow.  I kept the dogs close by and kept us moving, the constant
stimulation of her nipples coupled with the electronic stimulation of her
G-spot and clit ensured a continuous stream of fluid that ran down her legs
and left spots wherever she stood or stepped.  Now and then, I would make
her stop and spread her legs, allowing the dogs to sniff and lick at her
dripping pussy, which increased almost to maximum the signal to her
implant. Occasionally, I would press myself into her back, allowing her to
feel the bulge of my cock, as I nipped at the curve of her neck or nibbled
on her ear.  I would intentionally brush against the weights on her tits,
amplifying the sensation they caused.

   By evening, Kelly Anne was moaning whenever I approached her. 
Unconsciously, whenever the dogs were nearby, she would move closer to
their position, despite her fear.

   After dinner, I made her sit on my lap, with the dogs snoozing nearby,
as I read erotic stories, aloud, off the internet while idly playing with
her piercings.  By the time I let her go to bed, hands bound out of harms
way, she was practically whining in frustration and pent-up lust.  I made
the dogs sleep in her room, but removed the cages from her breasts.

   When I went to wake her in the morning, the covers were strewn on the
floor around the bed, and the red headed slave lay face down, humping at
the mattress, almost crying because it didn't come close to providing the
satisfaction she needed.

   She didn't see me and I silently removed my clothes before entering the
room.  Without a word, I mounted the prone figure and, not having relieved
my bladder yet, used my piss-hardened cock to roughly penetrate her little
pink sphincter.  It took me a while to cum because of my full bladder, and
I had to keep warning Kelly not to cum as I ravaged her ass.

   When I had finally achieved a half-hearted ejaculation, I concentrated,
and slowly released my urine.  Kelly Anne gasped as she felt the warmth
flood her bowels, and I had to warn her again.

   "Don't cum, slave!" I hissed, "It's not your turn!"

   "A-are you peeing inside me, Sir?"

   "Yes, Little Slave," I whispered, close to her ear, "I'm using you as my
toilet!"

   "Oh shit!" she moaned "That's SO dirty!  Why does it excite me so much,
Sir?"

   "Because its so degrading," I replied, "and because you LIKE being
humiliated!"

   I reached into the drawer of the nightstand beside the bed and withdrew
a butt plug I had placed there the night before.  As the tip of my softened
member slid free of Kelly's distended sphincter, I pressed the plug home
with a single push, allowing only a few drops of brown liquid to seep out.

   I released her hands and allowed Kelly Anne to run to the bathroom, but
stopped the door with my hand as she was closing it.  I didn't particularly
want to watch her void, but I wanted the slave to experience me watching
her in this most private of acts.

   Kelly turned almost as red as her hair when she realized what I meant to
do, but knew better than to protest, as I watched her remove the plug and
dump my morning piss into the toilet along with the contents of her bowels.
She turned an even brighter shade of red as she listened to the indelicate
sounds coming from her abused rectum, realizing that I was listening too.

   When she had cleaned herself I took her to the dungeon and clipped the
cages on her breasts again.  This time, however, I first placed a short
noose around each nipple, and snugged it tightly to the pink flesh.  The
cages I used were taller than previous ones and fastened around the
implanted rods instead of just clipping to them.  From the center of each
cage hung a hook threaded into a ring at the top of the cage.  I looped the
other end of the noose from each nipple to the hook and turned its top
counterclockwise to pull outward on the noose until the nipple was
distended about an inch and a half from the implants.  I decided against
using additional weights at first and just allowed the device's length and
its own weight to change the direction and strength of the tugging
sensation each time Kelly moved.

   The biggest drawback to this arrangement was that every so often I had
to remove the noose to allow blood to return to the nipple.  When I did, I
sucked and licked the excruciatingly sensitive buds back to life.

   For two more days, I did everything in my power to increase Kelly's
frustration and convince her of her love for degradation and humiliation.
By the end of the third day, I almost had to hold her back to keep her from
following the dogs when they moved away from us.

   Finally, a little after noon on the fourth day, Kelly broke.  She
collapsed to the floor in a heap, sobbing, "Please, Sir!  I can't stand it
any more!  Please let the dogs fuck me!"

   I knelt beside her and brushed the hair from her face.  Cupping her chin
I raised her face to mine.  "What did you say, Kelly Slave?"

   "Please let the dogs fuck me, Sir!" she cried

   "I thought you said you couldn't do that, Kelly Anne." I chided, "What
made you change your mind?"

   "I-I don't know, sir!" her voice was a hoarse whisper, "I need to cum,
and, somehow, over the last few days, I've found myself getting more and
more excited around the dogs.  I'm still afraid of them, but I guess, after
what you've done to me these last couple of days, it doesn't seem so
degrading, and, well, I just don't know!"

   "Then how do you know it's what you want?"

   "I don't know sir!" she wailed, "I just DO!"

   "Well then," I rose, "come along and lets see if the boys want to help
you out!"

   Actually, I had feared I was going to have to force the issue on Kelly
before Caesar and Czar let their own frustration drive them to take matters
into their own hands.  They're good dogs, but there's only so much you can
do to inhibit an animal's sexual urges before beasts as smart as these make
their own opportunities.

   I placed new cages on Kelly's tits.  From the center of each of these
cages, an adjustable rod extended inward, expanding into a multi-taloned
claw, whose sharp tips were spaced just a bit wider than the diameter of
her little pink nipples.  To the end of the rod that extended beyond the
cage, I attached a device that consisted of a small electric motor whose
shaft bore an off-center weight, so that when the motor rotated, the claw
end of the device was forced to oscillate in opposition to the weight,
pricking the tender nipple lightly all around with its talons.

   The motor speed was, of course, adjustable.

   Commanding the horny slave to kneel, I signed for Caesar to roll over on
the floor in front of her.

   "Well, Kelly Anne," I said softly, "Caesar here has been watching your
award-winning blowjobs all week, and I think he'd like to experience one
for himself."

   Kelly shot me a stricken look, but seeing no mercy in my face,
reluctantly bent over the beast's furry belly.  Caesar knew something sexy
was coming, but he was an old hand and didn't get excited all that easily.
Only the pointed tip of his scarlet shaft protruded from its fuzzy sheath.
Kelly's pink tongue, several shades lighter than the dog cock, poked
tentatively from the frightened slave's lips.  Watching Caesar's face for
any sign of displeasure (as if dogs had facial expressions!) she gingerly
touched the pointy tip of her tongue to the pointed tip of his cock.  She
looked a little surprised at the taste, and when Caesar didn't bite her
head off, she gained confidence, licking down the length of the exposed
portion of his dick.

   Gradually, more of the vein-laced shaft emerged, and Kelly, now somewhat
in her element, took it between her lips.  She was still a bit unsure of
Caesar, but most men would have shot their wad in seconds.  The lovely
redhead bathed the moist flesh with her tongue, then opened her pink lips
and engulfed the tip of his spear.  Caesar apparently appreciated that.  He
extended his neck, bending his head backward, and started humping motions
with his hips, while using his front paws to press on the back of Kelly's
head.

   Her eyes flew open and fear momentarily gripped her, but when she
realized it was the canine version of same reaction she got from men, she
smiled a little and returned to her task.  Caesar's shaft soon extended
enough from his sheath to go into action, and since I didn't want his knot
inflating in Kelly's mouth, I stopped her.

   Leaning over my temporary slave, I whispered in her ear, "On your hands
and knees now, Kelly.  Be a good little bitch for Caesar."

   A shudder went through her, and she met my gaze with wide, frightened
eyes, but as she complied, I could see the moisture running in rivulets
down her thighs.  I started the motors on Kelly's tit cages rotating slowly
as Caesar mounted, but once he was embedded inside her, I cut the signal
from his collar.  I didn't want her getting dependent on the embedded
device for her pleasure.

   Kelly gasped as Caesar's long slender rod penetrated deep within her on
the first thrust, its hard, pointed tip stabbing at the end of her vagina.
The half-wolf's hind feet shuffled forward for better purchase, and his
second drive sank the furry end of his sheath between her sodden labia.

   Her breath coming in short, hurried pants, Kelly held her body rigid as
Caesar wrapped his forelegs around her, grasping her hipbones for leverage,
and laid his head alongside hers.

   The gray-furred beast stroked long and brutally into the sparse red
fringe surrounding Kelly Anne's vagina, each thrust slamming his growing
rod deeper into her cavity.

   "Don't cum until Caesar does, Little Kelly Slave!" I whispered into her
ear.  Her eyes swung wildly in my direction, as if questioning my sanity
for even thinking she could cum with a vicious animal embedded in her cunt.

   Soon, however, Caesar's secret weapon made its appearance.  The knot
near the base of his shaft started growing.

   Kelly Anne's eyelids fluttered as the bulge shuttled back and forth
across her G-spot and her arms lost their strength.  With a strangled
groan, she dropped to her elbows, raising her rump in total submission to
Caesar's mastery.

   As the knot neared its full diameter, the subjugated red-head shrieked
on each entry and exit because of the rapid stretching and relaxing of her
vaginal tunnel.  Finally, even Kelly's elastic flesh could expand no more
and the knot stuck fast in her quivering quim.

   Shifting his hind feet once more, Caesar settled into his favorite part
of fucking a female.  His tail tucked between his legs, he began a staccato
shuffle of his trapped organ within the hot confines of his bitch's
channel, banging her cervix with the pointed tip of his cock, then slamming
the engorged ball against the cringing opening of her tunnel.

   I leaned over the trembling slave again.  "How does it feel to be a
dog's bitch, Kelly Anne?" I whispered.

   "UUUNNNNNGGGHHHGOD!" She grunted, "I never dreamed...!  OOOOOOO!  His
cock is so...!  Oh, SHIT!  It's wonnnnderful, sir!"

   The moans continued as her canine lover's machine-gun fucking fisted her
cunt with his softball-sized knot, occasionally changing pitch and volume
as Caesar shifted and prodded some new region of Kelly's surrendered
insides.

   Caesar's hips became a grey blur and the impaled red-head's groans
changed to shrieks as he drove them toward their final release.  Suddenly,
Caesar slammed into Kelly's buttocks, holding onto her hips for dear life
as his hind feet scrabbled at the backs of her thighs, and his tail looked
as if it, too, were trying to push him inward.  The ravished slave
screeched through her explosion as she felt the superheated liquid of
Caesar's lava blasting her insides.  Her hips snapped back to take even
more of the canine cock and her head flew upward, as she howled her own
pleasure to the roof.

   They held that pose for long moments, panting in unison, until Caesar,
as was his habit when he was done with a bitch, lifted his hind leg and
turned tail-to-tail with the exhausted slave.  She whined her way through
another small orgasm has his cock and knot rotated within her.

   I swept the sweat-soaked red strands from Kelly's face and asked
conversationally, "So, was it everything you hoped it would be, Little
Kelly Slave?"

   She turned her head sideways to look up at me, shock in her expression,
"What do you mean, Sir?"

   "I mean," I responded in my best paternal voice, "that I remember the
conversation we had at that club while I was raping your luscious little
ass, and how turned on you got when I talked about giving you to my dogs. I
remember how vociferous your protests were, but that you came almost
continuously as I described how I would make you into an eager bitch.  I
KNOW why you came here, even if you don't!"

   Kelly came again as comprehension dawned on her pretty, freckled face.
"OH, UUUHHH, MY GOD!  I CAME here so you could do what you talked about!  I
WANTED to be a BITCH for your dogs!"

   I nodded, "Now you're getting the picture, slave!  You couldn't just
come out and ask - your upbringing wouldn't let you - but I knew, the
moment I saw you, why you came."

   We waited in silence until Caesar's bloated locking ball shrank enough
to slurp its way out of the redhead's distended tunnel, letting loose a
flood of female and canine juices.

   "Get up, Slave!" I commanded, "It's time I showed you the short cuts I
told about!"

   Naturally, Kelly was a little slow getting to her feet.

   I hit the remote for her implant with the pain level set to a bit less
than half.

   Kelly Anne jackknifed into a rigid foetal position, clutching at her
breasts and pussy, and screaming silently at the top of her lungs.  When I
saw Czar and Caesar pawing at their ears, I realized her scream wasn't
entirely silent.

   "When I give a command," I told her evenly, after releasing the button,
"I expect it to be obeyed instantly!"

   This time Kelly jumped to her feet, staring at me as if I were Dracula
come to life.

   "What did you do to me, Sir?!" she cried.

   I blipped the button again, just for an instant, drawing an agonized
screech from her, as she pawed once again at her breasts and crotch. 
"Silence, Slave!"

   When she had calmed a bit, I ordered, "Lay there!  On your back!"

   The confused slave practically fell on her back where I had indicated. I
bound her feet into stirrups much like those in a Gynecologist's office,
then ordered, "Masturbate!"

   She looked puzzled, but her hands moved quickly to her pussy.

   As she stroked herself, I knelt and whispered in her ear, "THAT, Little
Kelly Slave, was one of my shortcuts.  With this little button," I showed
her the remote, "I can give you instant agony.  What you experienced was
less than half power."

   Her eyes went wide, but she didn't dare speak.  The thought of the kind
of control that gave me over her, however, had her nearing her peak as she
strummed her little clit and its ring.

   As she approached her climax, I thumbed the button that cut off
sensation from the area around the implanted transducers, instantly numbing
her most sensitive flesh.

   "THIS," I rasped, "is another of my little shortcuts!"

   She cried in frustration as all sensation was removed from her clit in
an instant, leaving a crashing void in its wake.

   I removed her hands, which were still trying desperately to find what I
had taken away, and cuffed them above her head.

   "And THIS," I said, as I cranked up the volume on the pleasure effect
from her implants, "is the third!"

   The helpless slave's body twisted, moaned, and shrieked through a soul
rending orgasm in seconds.  Just as quickly, I removed the signal, leaving
her gasping on the bench with only the memory of the sensations that caused
her climax.

   "M-m-may I ask a question, Sir?" Kelly panted.

   "I expect you will have several," I replied, "but let me speak first,
then, if you still have them, I will answer those of your questions that it
pleases me to respond to."

   "Remember the night you passed out?" I asked.

   At her nod I continued, "You passed out because I gave you a roofie. 
While you were out, I had Doc Miller implant some special electronics in
your body.  You have just experienced some of what those implants can do.
Remember how much pleasure you've been feeling when the dogs are around? 
That's because their collars, when turned on, transmit to the pleasure
function of your implant.  That's one of the ways I got you to cave in so
quickly.  The implanted devices have certain subtle variations on what
you've already experienced, that you will become acquainted with shortly.
Do you have any questions?"

   "Why, Sir?" Kelly's lower lip trembled.

   I knelt again at her side, showing her the remote.  "When you find a
Master or Mistress you can trust, call me.  After I have checked them out,
I will give them this, which will, in turn, give them total control of
you."

   She nodded solemnly.

   "But, why this, Sir?" she asked plaintively.

   "You wanted me to help you become a better slave.  A good slave is
completely subjugated to her Master's will.  Given a few months, I could
have trained you to be that kind of slave.  Since I had less than a week,
this is what I came up with.  I had been wanting to try this device on
someone.  I originally thought to use it on my regular slave, Amy, but
she's already so well trained it wouldn't have added much to the
experience. You now have a choice.  You can continue being the kind of
slave you've been, or you can give yourself completely to one Master or
Mistress.  If you do, it's total surrender.  You will have absolutely no
control over your actions or sexual responses."

   I stood and retrieved a vibrator-looking device of my own design.  I
took a portable CD player and plugged a cord from the end of the vibrator
into a dual adapter in the player's headphone jack, alongside the
headphones.

   "Since you were so good to Caesar," I told the red-haired slave as I
placed the headphones on her ears, "I'll show you one of the nicer ways to
use this new part of you.  This plastic phallus has some unusual features,
including an interface to your implants."

   The electronics in the dildo worked off the same remote as Kelly's
implants.  Once I had fully inserted it into Kelly Anne's still leaking
cunt, I activated the tiny inflator in its base.  This pumped air into a
collar a couple of inches up the shaft that, once inflated, acted like the
knot on a dog's dick.

   With the phallus securely locked in the trembling girl's vagina, I found
the track I wanted, and started the CD player.  'On My Own' by Patti La
Belle and Michael McDonald started pumping into the dildo's electronics as
well as Kelly's ears.  The pleasure circuits stimulated her in time with
the music, as did the vibrator and motorized plunger.  As Kelly's brain was
inundated with the song, her nether regions were deluged with a
mechanical/electronic interpretation of it.

   I sat and watched as the lovely redhead squirmed and pumped her hips in
time to the music, her dance becoming wilder and less rhythmic as her
passion outran the beat.  The frequency of the vibrator was synced to the
music, as was the speed and depth of the plunger.

   Kelly Anne's helpless body drove through almost continuous orgasm as the
song played out in her head, until, finally, it ended, leaving her panting
and heaving, quivering through a series of aftershocks as I unplugged the
CD player and deflated the collar so I could remove the artificial phallus
from within her.

   It was a minute or two before she had breath to speak.  "Ooooh, Sir! 
What a MARVELOUS way to listen to music!"

   I smiled but said, "The music can drive the pain effect, too, so be
obedient, or I'll have you down here listening to 'In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida' on
the pain setting, drum solo and all!"

   I had to support Kelly when I unbound her from the bench, her wobbly
knees unable to quite hold her up.

   "Now, Little Kelly Slave," I said softly, "you still have one more dog
to go.  If you kneel here at the end of this bench, it will support you
while Czar uses your pink little ass."

   She shot me a dirty look, but knelt as I instructed.

   I removed the cages from her breasts, but hung a nice sized weight from
her clit ring.

   "Your gonna love this." I whispered, as Czar, his prick already hard
from the smell of Kelly's arousal, mounted her back.

   "Czar's knot doesn't inflate until just before he cums," I elaborated,
"so you'll get several minutes of long, hard stroking before he locks in."

   Kelly Anne shuddered, and the flow of juice down her leg increased,
"Oooh, Sir!  Do I have to wait for him to cum?"

   "Not this time," I smiled, "you just do what 'cums' naturally!"

   She started to give me another dirty look for the pun, but just then,
Czar sank his long red spear to the hilt in her rectum, and her face lost
expression as her eyes rolled back in her head.

   "Soooooo LLLOOOONNNNGGG!" she moaned.

   Czar wasted no time on niceties like letting her adjust to him, but like
the beast that he was, immediately started jackhammering Kelly's guts with
his pointed chisel, driving deeper and deeper as his cock grew toward its
full extension.

   Unlike Caesar, Czar likes the long strokes when he's fucking, and he
likes them fast and hard.  Each of his thrusts takes every ounce of his
considerable strength, and each lightning withdrawal is designed to re-cock
the triphammer of his loins as quickly as possible.  His whole body goes
into the plunge and if I hadn't watched him do this hundreds of times, I'd
be looking for his dick to emerge from Kelly's mouth.

   Kelly, too, apparently liked the long strokes.  She wailed her first
climax a minute or two into her canine sodomy, bucking back to receive
every lunge of her bestial lover's fleshy sword.  Czar never slowed or
skipped a beat and Kelly climbed from peak to peak, going ever higher in
her primordial lust as she surrendered her body to her grey furred master.

   When Czar's knot finally started to swell, it bumped through Kelly's
cringing sphincter for a dozen or more strokes, growing ever larger.  The
redhead's cries became bestial grunts as the conquering cudgel beat her
rectum into submission, and finally locked inside.

   With less room to stroke, Czar switched to the rapidfire humping that
would finish him off, as his bitch shuffled backward, trying to stuff his
blood-filled organ deeper into her bowels, grunting and snuffling as she
fought for enough air to fuel the fires of her passion.

   His tail tickling her rigidly flexed abdomen, Czar gave his final
thrust, deep into the bowels of the eager dog-slave as she reared back to
meet him.  The feel of his molten seed coating her intestines sent Kelly
Anne of into space - sreeching and cursing, her ravaged ass devouring the
engorged weapon.  Kelly Anne and her master froze in a bestial tableau as
together they savored the sensual explosions.

   Czar relinquished his grip on the slender redhead's hips and stood above
her slumping form, the very picture of a conquering alpha male, then,
nonchalantly, stepped over her limp form and turned his back on her.  The
surrendered slave shuddered through another climax as his cock squirmed to
a new posture inside her convulsing colon.

   Three days later, as I parked in front of Kelly's sister's house in
Idaho Falls, I kissed her tenderly.

   "Tell the boys I'll miss them, Sir!" she said.  After three days alone
in the dungeon with her, they'd miss her too, but not until they had a
chance to recuperate some.

   I handed Kelly Anne a case containing the special dildo and the various
attachments for her tits.  Pointing to the phallus, I said, "All the
functions except the interface to the implants work on this, and there are
the instructions.  Have fun!"

   She smiled her thanks and kissed me on the cheek.

   As she climbed from the cab of the pickup, I said, "Choose your next
Master or Mistress well, Kelly Anne.  That remote will give them total
control over you!"

   She nodded, then turned to look as my eyes were drawn to a shorter, more
petite version of herself who stepped from the house.  Naturally, I like to
look at pretty women, but what really caught my attention was the severe
black bustier and cat-o-nine-tails.

   "Your sister?" I asked.

   Kelly Anne laughed at my upraised eyebrows and said throatily, "How do
you think I got started being submissive?"

   She slammed the door of the truck and ran to kneel at the smaller
woman's feet.