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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
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 -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
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   ________ "Sabi niya, nag-e-ebict siya sa akin!" I cried into the phone
("He said he's going to evict me!)

   "Walang pera na ako!" ("I don't have any money!")

   "Hindi!" ("No!")

   "Hindi ko alam, nanay." ("I don't know, mother.")

   "Opo." ("Yes, ma'am.")

   "Sige ho." ("Okay ma'am.")

   I hung up the phone, despondent.  It had been a forlorn hope, anyway. 
Mother had scraped together every peso she could to get me to the States to
attend UCSF.  The scholarship paid most of my school expenses but neither
of us realized, until I got here, how much it would really cost!

   The cousin who was supposed to let me live in his house had somehow
acquired a long term house guest.  I suspected that his wife was jealous
and didn't want me anywhere near her husband, but that didn't help me any.

   Here I was, halfway around the world from Bulacan with no money, already
a month behind in my rent, and unable to work at anything except jobs that
paid 'under the table' because of my student visa.  My part time job as a
nanny for a rich couple in the Sunset district had been just enough to pay
my rent and most of my expenses.  I lived hand to mouth for half the
semester.  When I got the speeding ticket in a borrowed car, all the
dominoes fell.  Unless I starved for several weeks, there was no way I
could catch up.

   It was either talk the landlord into giving me a break, or go back to
the Philippines in shame, and give up any chance of getting the degree I
came here for.  I'd wind up like so many of my cousins, working as a maid
in some rich Arab's house, and probably being raped like some of them were.

   My mother had boasted to all the relatives about how HER daughter had
been accepted to UCSF Medical School.  She had been so proud of me!  I just
couldn't break her heart!

   The landlord had seemed like a nice guy when I moved in, and the other
renters told me how he watched me when I walked.  Maybe I could charm him a
little...

   I put on a low-cut top that showed what cleavage I could muster to good
advantage, and ended just below my bra.  The skirt I wore would have had me
kneeling on marbles while saying several decades of the rosary Under the
watchful eye of Sister Catherine, at my old high school, but I was
desperate.

   I decided against pantyhose, but put on the high heels I had brought for
dancing.  Oh, what a dreamer I was!

   I not only didn't have time for dancing - I'd never be able to afford
the drinks at the clubs!

   I touched up my makeup and with one last look in the mirror, took a deep
breath, and headed downstairs.

   There were four of us renting rooms from Mr.  Jenkins.  He was a widower
who, when he found himself living alone in this huge house, decided to rent
the rooms he wasn't using to college students.  Between UCSF, SF State, The
Academy of Art, Golden Gate University, and the Art Institute, not to
mention out of town students at City College, he never had a vacancy.

   The rent was actually pretty low for such a nice place, but even low
rent in San Francisco is high.

   I found Mr.  Jenkins in the kitchen chatting with a couple of the other
students living there while he sipped at his morning coffee.

   "Good morning, Nina." he greeted me, as he always did.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Jenkins" I replied, embarrassed by the presence of
the others, "may I talk to you in private, please?"

   "Sure, Nina." he said "Just let me put my cup in the sink.  Somebody's
using the computer in the study, so why don't we go up to my room?"

   I thought nothing of it.  I had spoken with Mr.  Jenkins in his room on
other occassions when there was no other place to have a private
conversation, and he was always a perfect gentleman.

   He closed the door and offered me a seat on the bed, but I preferred to
stand, so he sat.

   "What is it, Nina?" He asked mildly, "Have you gotten the money for your
back rent?"

   "No, sir." I mumbled, staring at the carpet, "That's what I came to talk
to you about.  I know you have been very patient with me, and I wondered if
you could possibly give me a little more time...?"

   He looked me over slowly from head to toe, and suddenly I was
embarrassed by the way I was dressed.

   "Nina, you're already a month late," he said, "and this month's rent is
due today.  If you can't find a way to pay it, I have no choice but to ask
you to leave."

   He stood and put a hand on my shoulder, his six foot four or five frame
towering over my barely five fragile feet of height.

   "I like you, Nina," he said gently, "and I know things have been hard
for you.  But I can't keep you here without some kind of compensation."

   'Some kind of...' my mind clung to that phrase even after he'd finished
speaking.  Was there something else I could give him?

   "I-I don't have much Mr.  Jenkins," I muttered, "but if there's
something I have that you think is worth trading for the rent, I will
gladly give it to you!"

   I stared into his piercing grey eyes, hoping for a clue, a lifeline to
cling to.

   "There IS one thing..." he said slowly.

   His eyes slid meaningfully up and down my diminutive figure.

   It still took me a moment to realize what he meant, and when I did, I
backed up a step and my hand flew to my open mouth as I gasped "Mr. 
Jenkins!"

   He turned back to sit on the bed before saying anything.

   "I know that's too much to ask of a nice girl like you, Nina.  Just pack
up your things and find another place.  I'll give you 'til the end of the
week to find somewhere else to live, and I won't worry about the back
rent." a heavy load seemed to have settled on his shoulders.  "I'm ashamed
of myself for even suggesting something like that."

   Inexplicably, another phrase came into my mind from what he'd said
earlier: 'I know things have been hard for you...'
Suddenly, my troubles didn't seem so bad after all.  All I was missing
was money.  For a little over two years, he had been missing the most
precious thing in his life.  He never went out, except to the gym, and
though he seemed pleasant enough around us, there was always a shadow

behind his eyes.  All one had to do to see it, was look.

   I sat beside him on the bed and put my arm around him, or tried to, but
barely reached the other side of his broad back.

   "I'm sorry Mr.  Jenkins.  I should not have dressed like this." I said
softly, noting idly that while he was at least thirty years older than me,
he wasn't bad looking, "I was so absorbed with my own problems, I didn't
think what it must be like for you.  Do you miss her terribly?"

   He turned to look at me with a mixture of wonder, hope, and something
else on his face.

   "Yes, Nina, sometimes I do." air gusted from his lungs, "You remind me a
lot of her.  She was petite, too, but had blonde hair, and hers didn't hang
down to her ass the way yours does.  Still, sometimes, when I catch a
glimpse of you out of the corner of my eye, I think I'm seeing her again."

   "I'm sorry." I said, sincerely, for want of anything better.

   He turned doleful eyes in my direction, "You've nothing to be sorry
about, Nina.  My time married to Kathy was the best part of my life.  I
consider it a favor when someone brings back even a small part of it."

   "But it's not just her you miss, is it?" I prompted, "Have you not had a
woman since your wife died?"

   "Oh there have been other women." he sighed, "I keep myself in shape,
and I'm not unattractive, but what Kathy and I had was...  special.  It's
hard to find a woman who can help me recapture that."

   My heart went out to this big, gentle bear of a man.  I don't know what
came over me, but I heard myself saying, "Would you like to try?  With me?"

   To my extreme relief and great disappointment, he shook his head.  "You
don't understand, Nina.  What Kathy and I did wasn't just sex.  Some people
would call our sexual exploits kinky or bizarre."

   I felt an inexplicable thrill between my legs, and moisture seeped into
the lining of my panties.

   "I don't care, Mr.  Jenkins." I replied, "I will do my best to help you.
I'm not a virgin you know."

   Technically, it was true.  Early in the semester one of the other girls
in the house had shown me the benefits of a plastic vibrator for a busy
student on a budget.  Mine had been my nightly companion ever since.

   Mr.  Jenkins looked at me with skeptical eyes.  "Are you sure?"

   "It would be the least I can do for someone who's been so nice to me." I
smiled.

   He seemed to come to a decision, and said, "Ok, Nina, why don't you meet
me in the kitchen after the other kids have gone to bed, say about eleven?"

   Why he didn't want me to just come down the hall to his room, I didn't
understand, but I nodded my head and said, "Ok."

   He stopped me as I started toward the door, "Oh, and Nina?"

   I looked at him expectantly.

   "If this works out, you won't have to pay rent anymore." he smiled.

   I smiled back, and left.  My stomach was in knots for the rest of the
day.

   A few minutes before eleven, feeling a little nauseous, I slipped on my
robe and tiptoed downstairs to the kitchen.

   Mr.  Jenkins smiled, and placing a finger to his lips for silence,
motioned with his head for me to follow.

   Out the back door we went, down the path and across the spacious back
yard, to the guest cottage.  I had always wondered why Mr.  Jenkins never
rented the cottage.  He could have gotten twice as much rent as any of the
other rooms, if not more.  Instead, he kept it locked and the windows
shuttered, and forbade us from trying to go inside.

   'Well,' I thought, 'I guess you're about to find out what's so secret
about it, Nina.'

   Mr.  Jenkins had stopped and started searching in the dim light from the
house for a key on his key ring.  He inserted the key and when he turned
it, the door opened silently.

   He motioned me inside, and I stepped hesitantly into the pitch black
interior.  I felt rather than saw Mr.  Jenkins join me, then heard the door
click shut behind him.  I didn't move for fear of running into something.

   I heard a click and was momentarily blinded by the light.  When I could
open my eyes again, I found myself in a small vestibule, facing an interior
door.

   Mr.  Jenkins stepped around me and opened the interior door, flipping a
light switch inside.  His bulk blocked my view of the other room as he
turned and spoke to me in a different voice than I had heard him use
before.

   "All right, Nina; this is your last chance to back out." he stepped
aside to give me a view of the room's interior, "If you decide to stay,
remove all your clothes in the vestibule and step inside.  Once inside, you
will not be allowed to leave until tomorrow morning."

   Puzzled by his demeanor, as much as by his words, I stepped toward the
door and looked inside.

   ''Sus, Maria, Josep!  (Jesus, Mary and Joseph!)' I thought wildly to
myself, 'Salbaje 'to!(This is evil!)'

   The room was filled with odd furniture and fixtures, most of which had
some sort of cuffs or clamps attached.  Chains hung from the ceiling and
one wall.  Whips and other implements hung from the other walls.  I wasn't
sure what all of them were for, and I was pretty sure I didn't want to find
out!

   "Uhm, Mr.  Jenkins, can I ask: how did your wife die?" I asked, fearing
the worst.

   He smiled his usual congenial smile and said softly, "Cancer.  I told
you our sex life was kinky, but we both enjoyed it.  In every other aspect
of our lives, Kathy was my partner.  Once inside this room, she was my
slave.  We both liked it that way, and that's why it's so hard to find
another woman who will..."

   His voice trailed off as he gazed longingly at the equipment in the
room, then turned his forlorn gaze back to me.

   "It's ok, Nina." he sighed, "You can pack tomorrow.  I understand."

   I took another look around the room, then turned back to the outer door.
I was halfway out when I realized my little puki was soaking wet!  How
could that be?  I glanced over my shoulder at Mr.  Jenkins drooping stance,
then again into the room.  Without me making a conscious decision, my feet
turned me around and walked me back inside.

   The robe slipped from my shoulders as a feral smile crept across Mr. 
Jenkins face and he watched as my pajama top joined the robe.

   "Beautiful!" he muttered softly as my small breasts were exposed, my
dark nipples rock-hard in the chilly air.

   My PJ bottoms followed my top and I stood in only my panties and
slippers, once again smitten by fear.  I hesitated for a long moment, then,
resolutely, hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and dropped
them around my ankles, standing defiantly before my landlord's gaze.

   If my skin had not aleady been brown, it would have been red from head
to toe with embarrassment.  The only other person who had ever seen me nude
was my mother, and now, here I stood wearing nothing but a nervous smile
before a virtual stranger!

   He gave me an appreciative once-over and stepped into the room, turning
once more to face me before I could follow.

   "Once you step over that threshold," he said, solemnly, "you will be
mine for the rest of the night, to do with as I please, so be very sure."

   I stood, irresolute, for several minutes.  My heart quaked with fear,
but my almost hairless kike (pronounced kee-kay) was a swamp.  Finally,
thinking Mr.  Jenkins was a nice man who wouldn't really do anything to
hurt me, I took a trembling step into the room.  Another step, and the door
slammed shut behind me!

   I jumped, surprised, since Mr.  Jenkins was still standing in front of
me.

   "All right, Nina.  You have accepted my bargain." he intoned, no longer
smiling, "For every night you spend with me in my 'playroom' you get one
free month's rent.  Tonight will pay your back rent.  Tomorrow night you
will pay your current month's rent."

   "Tonight, we will work on obedience." His voice was not harsh, but was
ominously compelling, "Tomorrow...  Well, we'll see about tomorrow,
tomorrow."

   "While we are in this room," he continued, "you will address me as
'Sir'. Outside this room, you will continue to address me as 'Mr. 
Jenkins', is that clear?"

   I nodded dumbly, quaking like a leaf in the wind.

   Out of nowhere, a leather strap wrapped itself loudly around my flank,
leaving a stripe of fire in it's wake!

   When my shrieks of pain died down, Mr.  Jenkins said calmly, "Answer
when you're spoken to, slave."

   "Um, uh, yes." I replied, then, as I saw his arm draw back, "Sir!"

   Mary, Mother of God!  What I walked into?  I had no one to blame but
myself, but oh boy, did I blame myself!  Tears fell down my cheeks as I
rubbed the fading streak that was now little more than a dull ache.

   Then I realized what he'd called me: 'slave'!  Oh my god!  I should have
gone home and taken that job with a rich arab!  It couldn't be any worse
than this, could it?

   Mr.  Jenkins began methodically removing his clothing, folding each item
neatly and placing it on a shelf in a particular order.  Despite my
trepidation, I couldn't help but watch.

   For a man in his fifties, Mr.  Jenkins was a superb specimen of
maleness. His muscles were chiseled under taut skin, and looked as if they
could lift a truck off its axles.

   When he finally turned around, completely nude, my eyes were drawn, of
their own volition, to the hairy triangle beneath his washboard stomach,
and the fleshy appendage that dangled there.

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  Soft, at least, it didn't look very
intimidating.

   My sinful little puki betrayed me again, and started leaking fluid down
my thighs.

   "Your first test, girl!" the greek god before me said, "Kneel here, and
suck me off!  I don't want to feel any teeth, and when I'm fully engorged,
I want your lips locked firmly around the base of my cock, and your nose in
my pubic hair!  Is that clear?"

   I started to nod again, but remembered the strap, and said "Yes, Sir!"

   Why was my puki so wet?  I was trembling with anxiety, but my sex was
positively dripping!

   I had seen pictures of male sex organs before, but had never been this
close to one.  Mr.  Jenkins must have showered before bringing me here
because as I knelt before him, he smelled faintly of soap.

   I gingerly lifted the floppy tube of flesh.  It had a soft, smooth
texture despite the wrinkles in its skin, and was warm to the touch.  The
darker meat of the head poked shyly out of a thick turtle-neck fold of
skin. I felt it start to firm up in my hand.

   Tentatively, still shaking, I placed my dry lips upon that purple plum,
and tasted it with the tip of my tongue.  Emboldened by its warm softness
and lack of taste, I engulfed the head within my mouth, feeling it start to
swell and harden.

   "Teeth!" Mr.  Jenkins said sharply, and a vertical line of acid etched
itself into my back, to the accompaniment of a loud smacking sound.

   I went rigid under the strap and quickly wrapped my lips over my teeth,
sobbing from the agony on my back, and the further betrayal of my puki!

   Careful not to let my teeth touch the sensitive flesh, I struggled to
suck it further into my mouth.  The semi-soft organ folded and compresssed
and I congratulated myself on getting my lips to the base of his shaft, as
his curly, clean-scented pubic hair tickled my nose.

   A large hand clamped on the back of my head and held me in place as my
tongue swirled around the ever growing member.  To my horror, my mouth soon
ran out of room to house it, and the blunt head started pushing into my
throat!

   I struggled to pull away, but Mr.  Jenkins held me firmly in place.

   My breath blew in panicked blasts from my nostrils, and sucked back in
just as rapidly.  I struggled not to vomit as the warm, hardening object
slowly grew in length and girth, pushing inexorably down my throat.  Tears
ran in rivulets down my face, and if I could have spared the breath I would
have been sobbing in fear and pain!

   I choked back spasm after spasm as my throat tried to expel the foreign
object that invaded it, and somehow, I managed, barely, to draw enough air
through my nostrils to keep from passing out.

   Mr.  Jenkins said something, but I was too engrossed in my struggles to
hear it until the strap woke me to the outer world once more.

   "I said," Mr.  Jenkins said, menacingly, "lock your hands together
behind your back!"

   Fearing another stroke with the strap, I did as instructed.

   "Your hands are to stay there until I tell you to move them.  Is that
clear?"

   I couldn't withdraw far enough to speak, so I nodded, cringing against
the expected stroke of the strap.

   I guess he realized I couldn't answer, because the strap never fell.

   By now, the cock in my mouth had grown to the point where my jaw ached
and my throat stretched to accomodate it.  My panic had subsided somewhat,
and with it, my gag reflex.  I WAS able to breathe, but the air was barely
enough.

   Mr.  Jenkins held my face deep in his short, curly pubic hair until his
shaft had hardened completely, then he stroked his cock in and out for a
few strokes, reviving my gag reflex briefly.  Once again I struggled to get
it under control.

   "You have such a sweet mouth, slave!" he said, "I'm tempted to just
finish my fucking here!"

   I couldn't believe it!  I practically glowed from the praise!  Just to
show him how much I appreciated the compliment, I took over the fucking,
sliding the full length in and out several times before Mr.  Jenkins pulled
himself from my mouth.

   "That's a good beginning, slave." he said, "but at my age, I need to
ration my orgasms and there are other things to be accomplished tonight."

   'This is it!' I thought, trembling again, 'This is where he lays me down
and ravishes me with that enormous club!'

   His cock WAS enormous!  I couldn't believe I had gotten the entire thing
inside my tiny body, much less down my throat!  It had seemed to go on
forever as he drew it from between my cracking jaws and allowed my raw
throat to finally relax to its normal size.

   Instead of throwing me down and raping me, Mr.  Jenkins sat on a low
chair that had some strange things attached to the sides and to the back.
Unsure of what to do, I stayed where I was, kneeling, hands locked behind
me.

   "Come here, slave," he said sternly, "but remember to keep your hands
locked behind you!"

   I struggled to stand, unable to use my hands to help.  I finally got one
foot under me, and with shaking muscles managed, barely, to raise myself
with that one trembling leg.

   I stood in front of Mr.  Jenkins, my head only slightly higher than his,
thrilled and embarrassed to be standing this close to my landlord with my
wicked, traitorous pussy shouting its infidelity to the world by pouring
rivers of slimy fluid down my thighs.

   Wordlessly, the giant before me placed my hands on handholds at the top
of the chair back, then lifted each foot in turn to a small platform on
either side of, and just below, the chair's padded seat.

   When he was finished, I crouched above him, my weeping gash poised only
a couple of inches above the massive purple plum of his rampant fuck-rod.

   "Sit, slave!" he commanded, "Don't stop until my cock is completely
buried inside your cunt!"

   How humiliating!  Instead of ravishing me, he was forcing me to
cooperate in my own rape; to force his humongous, throbbing weapon deep
into my nearly virgin puki!

   Fearing the strap, my trembling legs slowly lowered me until I felt the
bulbous tip of his blunted spear nudging the slimy folds of my nearly
hairless little pussy.  This was so much larger than my vibrator, and I had
never been able to take the entire shaft of the vibrator!  How was I to
accept this monstrous club?

   Well, I could but try...

   Gingerly, I rotated my hips to center the tip at my opening, and slowly
applied downward pressure.

   The massive head nudged aside my outer folds easily enough, but seemed
to stick as it started into my tiny, quivering tunnel.

   I made as if to raise myself for another plunge, but agony in my little
suso stopped me!  I looked down in anguish to see my little brown nipples
squeezed mercilessly between the massive thumb and forefinger of each of
Mr. Jenkins' giant hands.  He tugged downward, stretching my poor breasts
into elongated cones; reminding me which direction I was to go.

   Steeling myself, I forced my weight downward to try to relieve the pain
in my suso.  Finally, with a jolt, the bulbous head of that incredible pole
slipped past the tight outer ring of my overstretched puki, followed
quickly by several inches of the velvet covered steel shaft.

   I shrieked as the cushioned tip came to rest on my cervix - more from
shock than from pain.

   Looking down, I saw a gigantic log protruding from my poor, abused body,
and there were still several inches to be buried!

   It couldn't fit!  I was already full; there was no place to put the
rest!

   The pressure on my nipples increased, and my suso stretched downward
again.

   Surely he couldn't believe that my diminutive puki could hold something
as large as that!

   The pressure increased, and I had no choice but to try to force my body
downward to keep from losing what little tit I had!

   Fiercely, tears streaming down my face, I pushed downward.  An inch,
another inch, but that was all!  Almost all of my weight was on that shaft
and it wouldn't budge!

   My suso stretched even more, adding to the agony already in my chest!

   In desperation, I lifted my feet completely off their supports and
pushed hard on the handles.  Something gave inside in a wave of deep agony,
and the massive cudgel slipped deeper, stretching the walls of my womb!

   Looking down, I could not believe what I was seeing!  My sparsely furred
little puki was buried deep in the forest of Mr.  Jenkins pubic hair, and
his enormous cock was starkly outlined through the quivering skin of my
belly!  I could even make out the ridge around the lower edge of his
cock-head!

   Could I really have taken that entire thing!  Unconsciously, I reached
down to feel the outline of the huge, bulging ridge in my belly.  It
twitched and jumped inside me at the touch.

   Strangely, as the pain subsided some, the very accomplishment of having
engulfed the entire thing within me drove me to fevered excitement!  It
still hurt, but that mingled with the thought of the feat I had performed
set off reactions in my body I didn't even know were possible!

   Suddenly, I reveled in the pain!  I leaned back to increase the
stretching of my breasts, and rose up until the ridge around Mr.  Jenkins'
plum was lodged just inside my entrance.  Then, before I could chicken out,
I dropped my entire weight, driving the hard fuck-tool even deeper into my
guts!

   'Holy Mary, Mother of God...' the chant from the rosary lodged unbidden
in my brain and beat a counterpoint to the bestial pounding of my body as I
repeatedly raised and dropped myself on the impaling rod.  Faster and
faster I went, climbing higher and higher.

   My hands wrapped around Mr.  Jenkins massive paws and helped him squeeze
my flattened nipples even harder.  He got the idea and started squeezing
and releasing, sending delicious pulses of electricity straight from my
suso to my puki!  My entire body had revolted against my Catholic
upbringing and had flung itself willingly into the welcoming arms of Satan.

   With a final plunge, I ground my pelvis against his as my landlord
thrust mightily upward.  I exploded into a million tiny pieces, falling
blissfully into blackness as Satan showed me the true joys of the flesh in
an unforgettable fireworks display!

   When I awoke, I was still deeply impaled on Mr.  Jenkins hard, pulsing
rod, but something was different.  Something long and thick was moving
around inside my rectum, alongside the stiff cock already in my pussy.

   "Ah, welcome back!" Mr.  Jenkins said, "You have one more task to
perform, slave, so listen carefully!"

   "Yes, sir." I muttered into his neck, where my head had fallen. 
Somehow, the response seemed natural now.

   "Now, slave," he commanded, softly but sternly, "you must do with your
ass what you have just done with your pussy!  I want you to raise up off my
cock.  I will place it at your asshole, and you will lower yourself onto it
until your buttocks are flattened against me.  Is that clear?"

   Fear again washed over me as I answered automatically, "Y-yes sir!"

   It was one thing to take that enormous rod in my pussy, but I had never
had anything in my puwit before!  Surely it wouldn't fit, or would split me
open!

   Still, I supposed, I must try or he would hurt me some other way!  I
tried to comfort myself with the knowledge that I had thought taking him in
my puki to be impossible too.

   My juices spilled down his massive pole as I raised high enough to
extract it from my stretched opening.  I realized only then that he hadn't
yet ejaculated.

   Fearfully, I waited, trembling, as Mr.  Jenkins slid the lubricated plum
of his cock to my little brown rosette.  I squirmed a little to try to
center it.

   Taking a deep breath, I slowly started applying downward pressure. 
Whatever he had been working into my puwit before had stretched me some,
but now it seemed totally inadequate for the job!

   "Push out," my Master (Oh my God!  I was actually thinking of him as 'my
Master'!) said softly, "like you're taking a dump!"

   I did as he said, and suddenly, the huge, slimy ball popped into my
screaming anus!  It felt like a red hot iron bar had been shoved inside me!
I thought I was going to die!  My cries must surely have deafened my
tormentor, but before they had died, those cruel fingers were clamped once
again on my sore, sensitive nipples!

   My mind struggling against the pain in my body, I forced myself lower on
the huge impaler, staring in anguish at my Master's impassive countenance.

   Gone was the sweet, innocent Filipina who stepped timidly into this
chamber of horrors.  Gone the naive Catholic schoolgirl whose main ambition
in life had been to live up to the standards set by the nuns!  In her
place, a raving beast strove madly to do her Master's bidding, forcing more
and more of his enormous staff into her howling, wailing body!

   I hardly paused when the broad, spongy tip of the shaft came up against
another barrier deep in my ass, but pounded at it with all my might until
it succumbed, sending fresh waves of delicious pain surging through my
awakening body!  With no thought for what might have ruptured, I dropped,
sending the rest of that mighty pole deep into my bowels.

   Now, fully impaled, I finally possessed in its entirety, my Master's
fearsome weapon!  Not only was I still living, but I had never felt more
alive!  Surging with joy and victory I rose high on the pulsing rod and
plummeted downward, embracing the pain, for with it came freedom and power!
There was nothing, at that moment, that I couldn't do!

   My hungry puwit devoured my Master's cock, relishing the shocks as it's
rounded head bumped past my sore vagina and inner sphincter to lodge itself
deep in my guts!  I rotated my hips in wide circles, just to feel the
mighty staff stirring and rearranging my intestines!

   In endless waves of ecstatic agony, I savored the long withdrawal and
re-entry of the conquered weapon, bending it to my will, making it MY
instrument of pleasure!  My mind was in a fog of lust and pain and when Mr.
Jenkins bent down to bite sharply on my nipples, I wrapped my arms around
his head and pulled him closer, urging him to bite harder.

   Faster, harder, ever faster, ever harder, I pounded my loins against
his, hearing his breathing gasping from his mouth, riding his pleasure
steed to ever greater heights!

   Suddenly, my bowels were inundated with hot, burning lava, and it took
me a moment to realize what had happened.  When I did, my soul was
annihilated in my own explosion!  I had done it!  I had made my Master cum!
Deep in my tortured body, his seed spilled uncontrolled into my colon!  My
victory was complete!  The enemy had capitulated, and I was victorious!

   As my spasms died and Mr.  Jenkins' wilting stem slowly slipped from my
twitching anus, I lay happily upon his chest, realizing that our victory
was mutual.  We had just conquered each other, for in winning my victory
over him, I had given myself to him for as long as he would have me.

   We showered together in the guest cottage's bathroom, slowly washing the
excesses of the evening from our tired bodies.

   As we emerged, Mr.  Jenkins said, smiling, "I had planned more for this
session, slave, but you have drained me!  You may dress and return to the
house, if you wish."

   In answer, I knelt and took his soft cock once more in my mouth.  I took
my time, and soon, it had once again reached its full, magnificent
hardness.

   Langorously, I fucked my throat with his wonderful shaft, using my
tongue, exploring.  I soon found the ridge around the head to be the key to
its pleasure, and delighted in discovering ways to stimulate that sensitive
patch of flesh.

   At one point, with him buried deep in my throat, I moaned in passion. 
When Master's cock jerked, I realized the vibrations from my vocal chords
must have felt wonderful around that sensitive instrument.

   I continued humming as I caressed his balls and enjoyed the stretching
of my throat and the feel of his precious staff sliding in and out of my
welcoming throat.

   I don't know how long it took.  At one point, Mr.  Jenkins stopped me so
he could sit.  I kept my mouth glued to his appendage as he positioned
himself.

   Finally, after an eternity lost in worship of that mighty pole, jaw
aching and almost numb, I started twisting my head and groaning loudly as I
force-fucked my face onto his cock.  My tiny brown hand gently squeezed and
toyed with his balls.  In just a few seconds, his hips rose to meet me and
his gonads pulled up tight to his body.

   Master emitted a guttural growl and I felt the pulses as his manjuice
blasted down my esophagus, going straight to my stomach.  I raised my head
and caught the last couple of emissions in my mouth.  I just had to know
what it tasted like!

   When the limp member slipped from between my lips, I opened my mouth to
show him my prize before swallowing.  It was neither delicious nor terribly
disgusting, but it was HIS, and therefore a gourmet meal in itself.  I felt
I would never tire of its flavor.

   When we had finally dressed and headed back to the house, the sun was
beginning to rise.

   Much to my chagrin, the other three girls, usually late sleepers, were
congregated in the kitchen.  When I stepped through the door, they rose as
one and applauded!

   I heard comments like "Finally!" and "Now we don't have to sneak
around!" and "Welcome to the club!"

   I turned to see Mr.  Jenkins smiling face behind me.

   "You mean...?" I began.

   With a quirky sideways smile he explained, "You're the last holdout,
Nina, all the others have been paying their rent that way for months.  Judy
here has been with me for almost two years!"

   "But you said you couldn't find...!" I muttered, in shock.

   "I said it was HARD to find a woman to help me recapture what I had with
Kathy, and it is!" he said, "You have no idea how many candidates I have to
screen to find just the right combination of personality and shaky
finances! At first I thought I'd made a mistake with you, but after last
night, I think you're one of my best picks!"

   And so it went, for the rest of my stay in San Francisco.  By the end of
the first year, my entire second year was paid in advance.  I was even able
to save some money from my part-time job!

   It was a little embarrassing when it was my turn to be the patient for
practice exams, and the other med students and doctors first saw the rings
in my nipples and clitoris, but, hey, this IS San Francisco!

   Now, as I contemplate going home to the Philippines for my residency, I
wonder how I will find someone to help me recapture what I've had with Mr.
Jenkins.  Perhaps there's a nice American businessman in Manila who has a
room to rent to new Doctor with limited finances...