Fall from Grace, Part 6: Concealment Lost {m+f+ md mc 1st oral}
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Part 6: Concealment Lost {m+f+ md mc 1st oral}
Synopsis: Cathy has discovered that she is largely responsible
for beginning to transform naive virgins into lusty females who
need to satisfying their inexplicably growing passions. Can
Cathy stop the transformation before the girls become wanton
sluts under the influence of the full moon?
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I never thought that I'd go on a canoe trip, certainly not one like
this. Our group sits around a roaring campfire on a small island
surrounded by the river on both sides. It is only a short two
minutes walk to our campsite where tents have been set up. The
evening is as warm as the day. It's comfortable wearing the same
bathing suits that we started in this morning.
We wait for twilight to die before the evening program begins. A
normal camping group might be telling jokes, running about playing
tag, Frisbee, hide-and-seek, or similar games. Instead we play a
more mature game where words are unnecessary.
I gaze up at the full moon that for many of my 18-years has had a
mystically erotic power over my mind and my body. If the normal
full moon is so dominant over me, how much more puissant will be the
power of tonight's moon, the blue moon. "Once in a blue moon", the
rarest of events. Literally, the second full moon in a calendar
month, but any women who falls under the full lunar influence may on
rare occasion speak in whispers of much more. And the other girls,
young though they are, may themselves be sensitive to the amatory
influence of tonight's blue moon.
Is it full moon that makes me weak, that causes the fires in my
belly to grow, and renders me helpless to resist? Perhaps instead
it merely magnifies the spell cast by Tom's enchanted fingers as
they gently rub through the thin fabric of my bikini bottom. Slowly
they move, up and down my hot slit. The wetness that escapes
between my legs has already soaked the strip of fabric covering my
pussy. Now it coats his inciting fingers and invites them to grow
bolder. His middle finger delves beneath the fabric and between my
delicate lower lips to explore the secrets within.
He finds a spot that can quickly impel me to climax. My hips begin
jerking, trying to propel his finger against that magical spot. I
beg, "Please Master, a little more, I need to cum." Insensitive to
my plea, his fingers shift and propel me away from the sweet release
I crave. Only a throbbing hollow longing remains. I keep silent,
knowing that protest will be ignored or worse, punished. Instead I
look around to Desiree, one of our supposed chaperones. She and
Art, our other chaperone are locked in an even more intimate
embrace.
There are nine 16-year-old girls in our group and one supremely
innocent girl, Paula who has just turned 15 even though she has the
voluptuous body of a 22-year-old. Their male partners are all 17
except for Paul who will turn 16 next week. The boys are uniformly
focused on the well displayed curves of their female partners who
wear revealing white string bikinis. Their aroused nipples clearly
show through the thin fabric in the firelight.
The attentions of the girls are divided. Half silently watch me and
the other half watches Desiree. They copy our docile examples;
allowing male hands to roam unimpeded over their tender flesh. Once
more, I am leading them towards ruin. Uniformly, they are glassy
eyed and aroused by the titillating hands of their partner which
move stealthily over their nubile bodies. The arousal of the girls
is reaching a fevered pitch. I see several pressing their
themselves against the stimulating hands while others moan softly.
If the equally innocent boys knew more, they would carry their
females into the darkness and have their way with eager bodies.
The painful emptiness of my own unfulfilled need is converted by
Tom's accomplished touch to a background hum of desire. It lurks
just beneath the surface of my control, ready to break free at the
slightest provocation. I ask, "What are you preparing me for,
Master? You know that with but a small caress my passions will
escape its feeble restraints. Then I will do anything to be fucked
by you." Avoiding my question, he replies, "Of course slave, but
for now Art needs your talents."
Indeed, full night has fallen. The only light comes from our
campfire and the pale moon. Art stands in front of the campfire,
ready to begin the evening's program. He calls to me, "Cathy, come
stand by me and lead us in your favorite church hymns. I see male
hands pause or stop while they evaluate the new situation. I raise
my voice in song, hearing my suppressed desire infusing every
measure, but it is masked by the words I sing.
Everyone around the campfire knows the tunes I choose and joins in.
Singing rouses the girls out of their sluggishness. Their pure,
clear voices are raised to the glory of the Lord. I do a big finish
as I learned in my dad's church from the age of 7. "Thank you
Cathy. Well done." Complements Art as he leads scattered applause.
There are many compliments for my gifted singing voice. It's an
amazing counterpoint to what will follow.
As I sit back down next to Tom, he gives me a congratulatory hug and
kiss. Then I ask, "What are those boxes atop the posts around the
campfire? I noticed them reflecting the firelight while I was
singing." He replies, "Those are video cameras recording the events
of this important day. Copies of the final edited tape will be
given to each of these kids if they successfully complete the
Investiture." I wondered what other parts of this trip had been
videotaped. Had I been caught naked on tape, fucking Tom, drugging
the punch, or merely corrupting underage children by teaching them
to dance licentiously?
Tom reads my thoughts and replies, "Yes Cathy, there are many video
camera hidden all over this island. They recorded everything you
did and will record everything that is about to occur. They are
security against good behavior. If anyone were to reveal the
secrets they know then the tapes could be easily re-edited to
provide enough evidence to send them to prison for many years. Of
course, I know that no one here will ever betray our trust, but my
elders believe that one can never be too careful. Am I not correct,
slave?" He must be speaking of the existence of an entire community
of Masters and slaves and how his Uncle Smitts' hotel is a center
for that community. I respond, "Yes Master, no one will betray our
trust and I will never betray you or the secrets I have learned."
Despite the truth of my words, I now fear the consequences of any
betrayal. Silently I ask myself if the elders are correct. Can I,
a slave, ever be entirely trusted? It is clear how I will say
anything, do anything to please my Master. Can I be sure I would
not do the same for another hand that touches me most intimately? I
realize that I have been maneuvered into this snare. Desiree, Art,
and even my beloved Tom have pulled my strings. Have they betrayed
me?
I try to hate them. Yet, I cannot bring myself to fault their
actions when I myself am not sure of my own reliability. I ask
myself silently, "Have I not already totally lied to my parents?
Have I not dishonored all my earliest beliefs by having sex before
marriage, by becoming a sluttish, debauched, courtesan, a literal
sex slave? Have I not betrayed the trust and friendship of Paula
and the other girls; leading them into temptation?" How could anyone
ever trust me again? How could I trust myself? "They are correct,
not to trust a weak female slave such as I," I whisper with tears
streaming down my cheeks as I propel myself into Tom's comforting
embrace.
My mood lightens as the kids sing campfire songs and do several
humorous skits. Then Art announces that he and Desiree will be
performing next in a special skit that requires complete silence.
When everyone has quieted down, Art places a small circular mat in
front of the fire. I gasp, when I see Desiree walk by me in the
nude, but manage to otherwise stay silent. There is a murmur of
surprise around the campfire. She kneels on the mat facing the
audience in the first slave position. If anything, she is more
stunning nude then when clothed. Glancing at the boys, I see that
ever one of them want her. The girls see this too. Jealously
flares in their eyes, but they do not know how to compete with the
erotic vision kneeling before them.
Desiree, in a slight French accent, begins reciting the words of
the enslavement ceremony, "I, Desiree Chirac, of my own free will
and without reservation or need for evasion declare myself to be
a slave. I have known I am a natural slave for many years in my
thoughts and dreams. Now I need ze reality. Once enslaved, I am
subject totally to ze will of my Master who owns everything I have,
everything I am, and everything I may become. With these two silver
coins, I sell myself into slavery forever. It is irrevocable except
at my Master's pleasure. I now beg you to accept my slavery and be
my Master for as long as you desire."
The watching girls cannot tear their eyes away. Each sees herself
nude on the mat. The reality of female slavery enters their
thoughts and those of the boys, not as an childish fantasy, but as
something that may one day play some small part in their own
lives.
There is silence except for the night calls from the forest around
us. Knowing what is coming, I suddenly realize that Desiree's neck
is bare. I have never seen her without her collar. Art steps
forward and circles Desiree twice, stopping behind her. Removing a
collar from his belt, he snaps it around her neck and says, "I
accept you as my slave. This collar marks you as my property."
I see that Art has placed Desiree's original collar back upon her
throat. It is his collar, for Desiree is his slave.
I see the girls about me touch the necklaces they were given by
their partners. Are they wondering how a collar would feel in their
place? Reaching up, I caress the collar that my Master put on me
almost exactly a week ago. I whisper to him, "Master, I love
wearing your collar." He whispers back, "I know passionate slave.
Now quietly follow me."
We miss the opportunity to applaud the performance with the rest of
the group. Tom takes me aside while Art starts lecturing the kids.
Apparently, they're going to have some kind of classroom instruction
and live demonstration.
Tom explains, "The children here all belong to Masters and slaves in
our community, but they've been raised with little or no knowledge
of the truth. They've seen the sex-education films that are shown
in the schools, but their parents feel that more a more 'hands on'
demonstration is needed. Clear so far?" I reply, "Yes Master, I
wish I could have done this at their age."
He continues, "For this reason when a girl reaches age 16 her
parents select a partner for her in cooperation with the boy's
parents. Together the two children enter the 'Investiture' which
prepares them to become sexually active. There are three phases of
the Investiture. First the dance and the binding. This demonstration
is second. Last is the hunt. Tonight, we two provide the model and
the means for the hands-on demonstration. The kids will touch us
intimately and arouse us, perhaps to climax."
I exclaim, "We? You and I? In front of all those kids? Fucking
them?" Tom begins to explain the way he has many times in the past,
"Beautiful Princess Now Passionate . Wait! Let's try this the old
fashion way. Cathy, there will be sex, but not to the point of
intercourse, and we will not touch them. They must learn feel of a
woman's hot flesh and how to arouse her. If you do not agree then I
will take Desiree to perform. You of course, will go to Art and
obey his commands as your new Master." I am stunned, "You mean she
would be your slave and I would become Art's forever?"
He smiles and replies, "Masters swap slaves all the time. Both you
and Art have expressed interest in each other. He may eventually
return you to me or give you to some other Master. If it is solely
my choice, I will not give you to another Master, but I have a
responsibility to these kids, their parents, my family and others.
On your part, there can be no reluctance. I need a female slave who
will enthusiastically participate. I know Desiree will do that.
Will you?"
I cry silently again. Tears leaking from my eyes. I plead for
understanding, "Master, please, I beg you, I only want to you to use
me, to fuck me, to own me. I can't bear to lose you. And these are
children in the eyes of the law, especially Paula who is barely 15.
Any kind of sex with them is illegal. And everything is being
taped. I could be sent to jail."
Tom shakes his head responding, "There will be sex, but not
intecourse. Besides we have their parents' consent. Fear
displeasing your Master, not the law. Nothing bad will happen if
you obey. Everything will be OK, but you cannot hold anything back.
You must be erotic, sensuous, joyful, and transmit these emotions to
these kids. If you cannot, well - as I said - Art may one day choose
to give you back to me. Do you understand?"
The battle rages inside me, " True I'm attracted to Art, but I love
Tom. There's no way of knowing when or even if I could be Tom's
slave again. I had let other boys touch me intimately before I met
Tom, but never since and never so many at once or so publicly. The
others had been my age or older. These were minors if only by a few
years. Did it matter if the parents gave their consent? Was it
still 'Statutory Rape'? What if I said yes, but didn't let myself
go? No, Tom would know and the entire thing was going to be
videotaped. If I said no, I would lose Tom, right here, right now,
maybe forever."
Tom interrupted my thoughts saying, "It's time. I need an
absolutely truthful answer, now. Will you do it?" All during my
internal battle, Tom had been caressing my tits. The hum of my
suppressed desire grew deafening. As he continued touching me, I
ceased caring how many eyes might be watching. Even so, I had no
real choice from the start. I would say anything, do anything to
keep Tom. I gave my final answer, "Yes Master, I will."
He gave me an admonition, "That's my passionate slave. Now give me
a smile. Let everyone see your true beauty. Turn everyone on with
your sexy body. Let yourself go. In any case, you will obey all my
commands slave. And do not speak unless directly addressed. But
remember, if Art and I both feel you are not projecting enthusiasm
and joy then Desiree will replace you immediately and permanently."
I reply, "Yes Master, I understand."
Art calls us over then says, "OK, Tom it's all yours." Tom begins,
"Cathy, stand straight, head high, arms to sides, chest out." I
obey his commands quickly without any unnecessary verbal response.
He begins to walk around me and continues, "This female is notable
for the size of her breasts and her sensitivity to sexual
stimulation."
I feel four pulls and my bikini falls to the ground. My heavy tits
bounce free. I am naked before the entire group. I feel their eyes
on me. "Project enthusiasm and sensuality," says my inner voice. I
smile and give free reign to the arousal building inside of me. My
already aroused nipples grow harder, the flush of my skin deepens,
and the oils of my arousal, coat the insides of my thighs. I know
the erotic image I create will stimulate both the boys and the
girls. I decide to spice it up. Placing my right foot in front of
my left, I begin to thrust my hips forward and back ever so
slightly. I pretend to be surprised that this is happening. Then
putting my index finger in my mouth, I begin licking and sucking it
like a miniature prick.
Tom reveals, "Like Desiree, this girl is a slave. She is owned.
Like any piece of property, she may be bought, sold, or traded. A
slave must obey perfectly and instantly or receive discipline
entirely at the discretion of her Master." Wack! "Oww!" I cry out
with the force of Tom's open palmed slap to my ass. "Stand
straighter slave!" commands Tom. My ass cheek begins to burn as I do
my best to obey.
Tom lectures, "Any girl who is revealed as a natural slave may be
taken by any man strong enough to Master her. Cathy became a slave
by her own declaration when she realized her true nature. Although
only taken one week ago, this slave's brief training has already
revealed her deep sensuality. She is adapting quite well and loves
submitting to her Master in all ways. Note the presence of the
collar that marks her as my property. There may sometimes be a
brand depending on the preferences of the Master. Although he may
choose to ask the slave her thoughts, the decision always rests
solely with him."
Observing the girls in the pale light of the full moon, I can tell
how hot blood is pounding in their brains, making it difficult to
think. I feel how arousal spreads from between their legs to every
part of their bodies. I see how Tom's speech both repels and excites
them. I know this because every month since I was 14, I felt the
full moon driving me to secretly pray for a strong Master to whom I
could submit totally. My prayers have been answered, will theirs?
I want to believe that it is the moon that is affecting them so. I
know that I feel its power driving my imagination to increasing
lurid thoughts of how the girls will succumb to it as I did. If
that were the only cause then it would absolve my guilt.
Another part of me wants to cry out to them, "I drugged you! You are
being corrupted, manipulated! Run quickly while there is still
time." I stay silent. Reflected in their eyes I see the growing
certainty that they too are natural slaves.
They look at me and see the woman they could quickly become. I, not
Desiree, am the goal that has been presented to them. The boys'
eyes are also fixed on me. Wishing to own me. Wishing that I fell
to their feet begging for their collars.
The boys do not yet realize the potential of what is sitting next to
them. Those who know them best have carefully selected these girls
for them. Girls they have known for years. Girls they have
worshiped from afar, but never hoped to attain are now being
prepared for them. The girls, who have mistreated them in some way,
berated them, ignored them, or worse. Hot blooded girls wearing only
a skimpy string bikini as protection.
The girls just require proof that a strong man can see the natural
slave within them and that he feels that they are worthy to wear his
collar. Even now they burn with jealously that I, not they, am the
focus of the boys attentions. Isn't that a sure sign of a natural
slave? Soon, I suspect these girls will be very close to
submission.
Tom continues, "You will practice how to sexually stimulate a
female. Note the physical signals that cannot be masked, the
breathing pattern, skin flush, engorged nipples, vaginal secretions
and muscular tremors. Position!" Without thinking I drop into my
first slave position. Tom has been training me in the 20 basic
slave positions three times a day every day. They are becoming
automatic.
Tom calls, "Two at a time, feel the weight of a breast in the palm
of your hand then rotate its nipple between thumb and forefinger,
firmly not painfully." The first two, a boy and a girl, walk to
either side. I suppress my surprise. Tom said nothing about the
girls. My body reacts to their touch. It does not care if the hand
is underage, or if it is female, or that this is perverted. "Ohhhhh,
I softly moan. "Next two," calls Tom. The lesson continues.
Occasionally, Tom advises, "Firmer" or "Easier". I get steadily
more aroused. I start feeling juices drip from my sopping pussy.
My eyes closed so I may focus on the sensations being bred in my
tits.
"Ow!" I cry out weakly, but the pain just increases my arousal
faster. My eyes open to see Paula and Paul on either side of me. I
see a depraved look in her eyes. She pinched me on purpose! I
didn't think her capable of such a spiteful emotion. Does she
suspect how I am responsible for what is happening to her? Does she
hate me? "Easier," says Tom. Paula starts to twist and pull my
nipple the way Paul was manipulating hers. The sensations from both
sides synchronize. It feels so forbidden, like my own sister was
touching me. So incestuous, so wrong, so hot, so . "Ohhhhhhhhhh," I
moan as a small orgasm ripples through my body. Am I totally
immoral? If I had a real sister would I have corrupted her too?
Would the caress of her hand bring to climax? Tears start leaking
from my eyes. I feel like I've sunk to a new low.
When all are done, I'm commanded, "Slave, to the cushion on the
table. Lie on your back with your spread your legs and hold your
knees." Tom removes the two spheres from my cunt and lifts them for
all to see. The firelight reflects off of the metal surfaces while
he explains, "These are called Ben-wa balls. They are used during
training to maintain a slave's arousal when her Master is not
available." Four at a time, Tom exhibits my cunt for their
education.
He points and explains certain things, "Note the vaginal secretions.
These (pulling them apart) are the outer labia with pubic hair. And
these (touching them forcing me to moan) are the inner labia,
sometimes called lips or petals. Note the engorgement with blood
due to arousal causes both size and coloration changes." One of the
girls complains, "She's so hairy and dark that it's hard to see."
Tom replies, "That will be taken care of tonight." I shiver, what
does he mean?
He continues, "Before the male inserts his penis into the female, he
should be aware of the proper angle of entry. Very gently, insert
your middle finger into the vagina and press in about three inches.
Be very careful not to scratch the inside wall with your nail. There
is no hymen which a thin fleshy barrier indicating virginity. This
must be broken through the first time a girl has sex. The male must
thrust hard with his penis to rip through it. Sometimes it takes
several thrusts. Do it fast regardless of her cries. It will be
worse if you stop.
It is our tradition that the man who conquers a maiden must perform
the ceremony of "sundered virginity". The female should taste the
blood of her ravaging mixed with the seed of her despoiler first.
That taste is taken from her lips by the male. It's then smeared on
her belly, breasts and forehead to proclaim her conquest." The
taste of my own lost maidenhood is still fresh in my memory.
By now, my mind is floating in a sexual fog, pushed there by the
fingers on my wide-open pussy. From somewhere in the distance I
hear Tom say, "The clitoris is the most sensitive spot on a woman."
One sign that a female is sufficiently aroused for vaginal
intercourse is when the clitoris comes out from under its fleshy
hood. Stimulating it is one of the best ways to prepare a female for
sex, willing or reluctant. If she is already sufficiently aroused
then a light touch may make her climax." Says Tom tapping my clit.
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrgggggghh," I climax loud and hard. Tom continues,
"Note the clitoris usually becomes painful when touched directly
immediately after an orgasm and should be avoided."
Tom instructs, Now one at a time come up, insert your middle finger
into the slave's vagina, until you feel the proper angle of entry.
Art and Tom hold me down to prevent my thrashing hips from making
the target move excessively. Each taking his turn, the boys probe
down the path that Tom's cock has taken so many times over the last
week. Each makes me moan and tense. They leave coated with the
slick pussy juice that is still dripping out of my twat.
The invasions of my defenseless pussy by one finger after another
finally ends. What I really wanted to feel the entire time, was a
hard cock inside of me. I lay naked and exhausted on the cushion.
A growing wet spot under my ass. I am too tired to move or speak,
but I listen to Tom's voice to hear what he next plans to
demonstrate on my flesh.
He then turns to the boys and says, "Now I need all you strong boys
to help hold Cathy's legs open. We don't want any injuries for her
next task." The boys jump up, almost knocking each other down in
their eagerness. I feel many hands gripping my naked flesh, holding
me motionless with the unyielding strength of a metal-clamp.
Art calls up the girls to see the demonstration. They stand just
behind the boys holding me. I see all their eyes alternate between
my hard nipples and sopping pussy. I feel so exposed and
vulnerable, spread out like a butterfly about to be dissected.
Little shudders keep going through my pussy. The boys point to how
my labia vibrate. My growing arousal cannot be hidden. It's
obvious that I'm enjoying being exhibited this way. I want to say
something, but remember that I am not to speak unless asked a direct
question.
Now Art returns with a little shaving kit, some hot water from the
campfire, and all the girls in tow. He nods to Tom who says, "This
is for you, beautiful. We're gonna save your twat bald." I try to
jump up and run, but cannot move a millimeter. I try to protest,
"Please Master, no! What if my parents see?" Tom orders, "Slave
you will do this without further protest and I'm sure you will enjoy
it." He lathers up my pussy with the warm shaving foam. The
relaxing heat spreads into my loins. It feels wonderful, just at he
promised.
Tom shows me the razor and says, "We're going to demonstrate to
everyone how easy this is. Art's here to help, he's done this many
times and is offering to assist me on my first time, but you need to
stay real still or you might get cut. And you don't want to get cut
there. We won't be able to fuck for a week. Now I want you to relax,
relax, breathe deep, and relax. Remember you trust me because I
will not let anything hurt you." Tom's soothing words work. I
relax enough for him to begin.
I don't know if it was the influence of the blue moon's pale light,
but it's the most incredibly erotic experience of my life. I'll
never forget the combination of warm shaving foam and the
dangerously sharp razor's edge caressing my most sensitive flesh.
Every minute my naked body was inspected and held down by strong
male hands. Each tiny flick of the razor revealing more of my hot
cunt to the watching eyes.
"Aaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I cry out, stopping Tom for the eighth
time as I orgasm long and hard. The more I try to suppress them the
stronger and more frequent they become. I never could have made it
at all without Tom's soothing words and presence. With Art's
occasional advice and Tom's patience, I was finally shaved clean and
without injury. Now I could wear the sexiest bathing suit without
any pubic hair showing.
I lay there naked and exhausted. Still gripped by many male hands
that were reluctant to let go. I wondered silently, "Everyone has
seen what I hot slut I am. How can the girls still look up to me
after this?" In fact, I saw these aroused girls unable to tear
their eyes away from my helplessness. Every girl is wishing she were
I. It was as if my vulnerability, my submissiveness, my sensuality,
my sexual cravings were being stamped deep into their brains.
Magnified by the insidiously erotic light of the blue moon, it
alters their minds without their knowledge or consent; changing them
forever beyond their will to resist.
Art says, "Now I must ask the girls to line up in front of Tom and
the boys to array themselves around the campfire for the next part
of our demonstration. It will be especially enjoyable for the
boys." Only that promise, I think, induces the boys to release me
and walk to the campfire.
Desiree, still nude walks over to me with a drink in hand. She
helps me sit up and I gratefully accept her assistance. While I sip
the refreshing drink she whispers instructions for our next task,
"The girls are so aroused that none of them will hesitate to start
with Tom, but some will hesitate to finish with their own partners.
We must encourage them. I will be the bad cop threatening to steal
their partners away. You will be the good cop admiring how handsome
and strong their partner is. They must fight to keep him the way
you would fight me to keep Tom." She knows my thoughts! How
transparent I must be.
Desiree gives me a motherly hug and comforts, "Do not worry Cathy.
You have nothing to fear from me. Tom ees very sexy and a wonderful
lover, but I am happy with my own Master. You do so remind me of
myself at your age. I am amazed how far you have come in such a
short time. Now we will work together, yes?"
I'm stunned. Desiree respects me? Desiree is not my enemy? In an
instant everything I've thought about this woman flips once again.
My women's intuition tells me that this is not some kind of trick.
I only know that I will do my best to live up to Desiree's
expectations. I return her hug as tears once again threaten to
break forth from my eyes. "Yes, we will work together," I echo.
Tom drops his trunks and says, "Each of the girls is to come up,
grasp the shaft and rub the skin gently back and forth once. The
boys are already familiar with this procedure." There are giggles
around the circle. Then attempt to take as much of the penis into
your mouth as possible. Be careful not to scratch the surface with
your teeth. This is known as giving head or cock-sucking. It's a
great way to satisfy a male without the danger of becoming
pregnant."
Girls who might normally be shocked and horrified at the very
mention of such an act are now so aroused by my performance that
they are instead eager to begin. The girls have all been flirting
with my Tom since the first moment they saw him. I've overheard
them giggling about the size of his wonderful cock. Now they get to
play with it and I must lie back, unable to protest. My jealously
flares. I see all those little sluts admiring Tom's naked cock. It
majestically stands straight out from his body, already hard in
anticipation.
A girl named Nicole is pushed forward by the others. The giggling
gaggle of girls insists that she must be first. Nicole is a shy
girl who has up until now never done anything to call attention to
herself. She visibly forces down her innate shyness and doesn't
freeze up. First kissing the head of Tom's cock, she then tries to
take it into her mouth. She's only able to manage 2-3 inches, but
begins sucking.
I consider her carefully for the first time. Nicole is a short
brunette with pale skin and shoulder length hair. She's a bit
overweight, but her big-tits and large hips hide that. I once heard
another girl with her figure described as a born baby factory. The
one time I spoke to her at length, I found out that she was very
intelligent, at the top of her class, in fact. The other girls didn
't like her much because she arrogantly makes them feel inferior if
they try to get close to her.
Nicole was fascinated by my overt sensuality and my relation to Tom,
but tried to hide it with an aloof, blase attitude. When I tried to
encourage her by asking how she felt about her partner, Jake she
turned bashful and ended our conversation. On the bus she allowed
him to serve her, but only if he showed proper deference. Even then
I saw her giving him long looks when she thought he wasn't watching
her. I think she has a big crush on him, but neither of them knew
what to do about it.
Since she's been sampling the punch, things have noticeably changed.
Nicole pretended not to like serving Jake lunch or dinner, but made
sure he got a good view of her voluptuous figure. She's become
bolder, no longer attempting to hide the increasingly yearning looks
she gives him.
Perhaps Nicole has a romantic dream that Jake must be the aggressor.
That too is slowly changing. Her dancing, at first shy and
tentative, became torrid and abandoned as her arousal grew. When it
finished, I felt she was daring him to take her on the spot.
Certainly Nicole's sighs and coos sounded just like the other girls
when Jake finally did take the lead kissing and caressing her body
after dinner.
My thoughts snap back to the present as Nicole completes her
ministrations of Tom's cock. A poor job, I'd judge, but it may be
her first time. The watching boys don't seem concerned. They're
all rock hard, imagining that those female lips are on their own
cocks.
Sara, the next girl in line takes Nicole's place kneeling in front
of Tom. Desiree and I lead her back to her partner. All three of
us kneel before Jake with Nicole in the center. As she gazes up into
his eyes, I recognize the yearning look she has. This is a deeply
romantic girl who has fallen hopelessly and completely in love with
her partner. Perhaps that's why she didn't do better with Tom. Of
course, like most boys his age, Jake is utterly unaware of Nicole's
desperate feelings
Jake's eyes scan back and forth between the three women before him,
but always pause on the girl who wears his necklace. It obvious
that he, like all the boys is extremely turned on. It will be
impossible for him to focus on anything else until he gets some
relief. Well that's why we're here.
I'm afraid the girl that will give us the most trouble is first.
Even with her increasing boldness, Nicole is still the shyest girl
in the group. I wish Sara or one of the others had been first, but
I trust that Desiree knows how to handle it.
Desiree whispers to Nicole in warning, "You must do something
quickly or he will lose control and fuck you making you pregnant
with his bastard child. Take his cock out and suck it like you did
for Tom." I chime in whispering into her other ear, "He is so
handsome and so strong if I were not Tom's slave I would gladly suck
his cock." Nicole is breathing deeply and her eyes are glazed. The
combination of threats and encouragement are working. Hesitantly
and with great gentleness, Nicole becomes the aggressor. Her hands
take Jake's cock out of his swim trunks.
"It's so beautiful," I exclaim, "Kiss it and lick it. Nicole kisses
it, but then hesitates. Desiree threatens, "If you do not, suck his
cock quickly then I will." I cut in warning, "Don't let her do
that. She'll steal him away you. Then you'll never get him back.
Fight for your man. Just start sucking the head of his magnificent
cock." Nicole glances from Desiree to me then back to Jake's cock.
I saw in her eyes a determination to rise to Desiree's challenge and
gratitude for my support.
She firmly guides Jake's prick between her open lips. "Good girl,"
I praise. "Suck harder and deeper, in and out, but don't let ze
head escape your lips," instructs Desiree. "Tickle his balls with
one hand", I suggest. "Faster, but careful of ze teeth"," warns
Desiree. With growing intensity, Nicole gives Jack a far superior
performance to what she gave Tom. She's taking 4-5 inches down her
throat and making better use of her tongue. Jake's hips start
thrusting. He tries to hold back, but it's his dream coming true.
"I'mmmm cummmmmmiiiiiinnnngggg," he shouts and shoots an entire year
's volume of cum down Nicole's throat.
Nicole tries to swallow, but surprised at the quantity starts
choking. Concerned, Jake pulls out and the last strings of cum
shoot onto Nicole's face, neck, and tits. "Rub it into your skin,"
says Desiree as she and I leave to take care of the next girl who
has just finished with Tom. As we depart I hear Jake, comforting
Nicole, "It OK, you were wonderful, I came so hard." I see Nicole
smiling and happy, resting against Jake's thigh, licking his
shrinking cock clean.
Every one of the girls tries to outdo the others giving Tom head.
Sara has the audacity to grab his ass to try to shove Tom's cock
deeper down her throat. Then she runs back to her giggling friends.
Desiree and I guide each girl back to her partner to repeat the
process we did with Nicole. I was right about them all being easier
then Nicole.
Paula is the last girl. She has difficulty getting more then 3-4
inches of his large cock into her mouth. I look down the row.
Including Paula, there are still six girls happily sucking their
partner's off. The rest are smiling with cum dripping down their
chins onto their tits while they start massaging it onto their skin.
Desiree keeps repeating, "It ees good for your complexion, better
then Clearasil."
I turn to give Paula more advice and encouragement. Suddenly, I'm
grabbed from behind and thrown onto a cushion that has appeared by
magic next to me on the ground. Tom looms above me, still without
his bathing suit. His cock looks like a telephone pole. I realize
that he has not climaxed even after all those female lips have
caressed his cock.
I see that look in his eye and say, "Tom you're not going to ... you
said you wouldn't . not in front of . Ooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh". Falling
to his knees between mine, Tom thrusts his cock deep inside me. His
hard wand casts a spell over me. I forget about everything, but my
need for his touch. "Yes! Yes!" I scream, finally filled with the
cock I need, "Ram it in. Fill me with your hard meat. Shoot your
spunk into me." With only three more strokes, his cum filled balls
explode, drowning my cunt in his seed. "AAAAaaaiiiiiiiiii,
"AAAAAAAAAaaiiiiiiiiiiiii," I climax twice in response.
I recover once again hearing the applause of the watching crowd.
Every last boy has climaxed, spurred on by a combination of his
partner's lips and my own passionate cries. Desiree has just
finished sucking off Art who obviously needed relief too after
everything he's just seen. Or maybe, he just didn't want to be the
only one left out.
Art and Desiree distribute some punch as refreshments while Tom and
I lay together recovering. Then Desiree says, "Now that ze edge has
been taken off for everyone." Laughter from around the campfire as
Desiree announces, "We will have ze contest for ze title, best
cocksucker. It will go to the girl who can make her man climax
first. Second prize for best swallower, for the girl who allows the
least cum to escape her lips. Art, Tom, Cathy, and I will be
judges.
Sara protests, "Wait it's too soon, isn't it? Doesn't it take a
while for a guy to be hard aga... Wow, Eddie! You're thing looks
even bigger then before!" Indeed, all the boys are sporting
hard-ons even Paul. And it's been barely 10 minutes since he
climaxed. There must be some sort of Viagra in that white powder.
Everyone gets into position then Art calls out, "Ready, set, go!" I
think, "Gee, These girls are either very competitive or very needful
of impressing their partners with their cocksucking skills." They
are very enthusiastic. "Aaaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!," shouts Jake who
comes first, but Nicole still lets a lot of his semen escape.
I don't think she'll win the second prize too.
After everyone is smiling and resting, it turns out that little
Paula wins "best swallower". When it's announced, she leaves off
licking Paul's cock clean, blushes bright red, and hides her head in
his crotch. I see that all of the girls are horny. They have yet to
climax. Only Desiree and I got any recent relief. However, the
boys are well satisfied. So at least for the moment, there's not
much danger of things getting out of hand.
- - - - - -
Although Desiree has been permitted to don her bathing suit, I am
still naked. Tom orders, "Cathy, return to the table with the
cushion and lie down face, legs spread." At least they've changed
the cushion so my ass is not over a wet spot.
Art announces, "Everyone will now have the opportunity to taste an
aroused woman's vaginal secretions - cheers from the boys. Girls
this is important for you too - ooooh tease the boys. Tom has
generously volunteered Cathy's vagina. Cheers and hoots echo from
both the boys and the girls. And now you see Cathy's lovely vagina
has been shaved for your eating pleasure and hers - more cheers and
hoots. And we'll need the boys to assist Cathy in keeping her legs
open wide and steady."
As the boys again grip my flesh, spreading my legs until they're
almost parallel. This time my shaved pussy leaves nothing to the
imagination. " Bet you can't make her cum" whispers a boy. "How
much," asks his buddy. "10," says the first. "Make it 20 and
you're on." Says the second. "Done." Says the first loud enough that
everyone knows what's going on. There's a buzz of voices making
similar bets. The girls pick up on the boys challenge, but make a
different type of wager.
My pussy spasms in anticipation, squeezing more of my secretions
onto the cushion under my ass. "I'm in big trouble," I think
silently. I try closing my legs just a bit, but as before it's
impossible. Bob is first. He spreads my labia and presses his hot
tongue deep into my pussy. "AAAAaaaahhhh," I moan as a small orgasm
ripples through me. My cunt creams onto his entire face. Bob stands
up and give his buddy a high five saying, "Bet you can't make her
shoot that fast." "No bet."
A girl is next, but I don't know whom. It's easy to recognize the
girls' lips and tongues. They lick up and down my inner labia until
they find my clit. Then they keep sucking and licking it until I'm
thrusting my hips to push my clit onto their tongues. They always
pull back at that moment. "More, please," I beg uselessly. Held
tight by the boys' iron grip I can do nothing.
The girls are by far the worst. Having played with their own
pussies they know all my weaknesses. Like Tom, they can push me to
the edge of orgasm and hold me there indefinitely. My entire body
vibrates with need until their time is up and they leave me
unfulfilled. The boys that follow them believe it is their talents
that make me come quick and hard. Actually, they're winning the
girl's bets to see how hot they can make me without climaxing.
The attacks on my defenseless pussy seemed to go on forever. My
orgasms seem endless. Each boy wants to suck every drop of cum out
of my pussy, but the supply is replenished with every orgasm. There
is still plenty for everyone. My cries get weaker and weaker, but
the observers know enough about the true signs to distinguish a real
climax from any fakes. Finally, the last one is finished. I'm left
naked and exhausted to recuperate on the cushion now soaked with my
own cum.
There is no longer any question that I am guilty of "Statutory
Rape", 20 times over. The camcorders have seen everything. I am
handmaiden of debauchery, corrupter of the innocent. My fate is
sealed. Once again, Desiree brings me a refreshing drink, this time
with a bite to eat. She helps me sit up and I gratefully accept
her assistance. "Finish everything," she advises, "You will need
your strength." It works. I start feeling better almost
immediately.
No one is complaining of the chill in the air. In fact, most
everyone is sweating. The boys are staring at the girls like hungry
wolves at fresh meat. Their egos are peaking, because of the girls'
bet, every one of them made me climax at least once. They strut like
roosters, flushed with the success of forcing my sexual submission
to their hot tongues. Now they're looking for their next conquest.
They remember both soft lips on their manhood and the image of Tom
fucking my writhing body. Their hard cocks want to do the same.
Their eyes begin to track the obvious objectives.
The girls are flushed and look like deer frozen in headlights.
Unlike the boys, their arousal has grown without relief. Their bet
has backfired. Hearing my impassioned moans as they drove me to the
edge of climax, but denying my release, they have aroused themselves
to an almost feverish pitch. Each feels the dampness between her
legs soaking into the material of her bikini. Watching every boy
force me over the edge made them yearn for their own release. Now
they can't decide to stay frozen in place, run, or beg to be raped.
Tom sees the state the boys are in and tries to distract them
saying, "Do not get overconfident. It's much more difficult to get
an untrained woman to climax." Instead he has the boys considering
just what it would take. He looks to Art, signaling his concern
that things are about to get out of control.
"Since everyone is already gathered around Cathy," Art begins as
everyone chuckles relieving a bit of the tension, "I can explain the
last part of this seminar. We are going to have a contest of sorts.
Once again, Tom has generously donated the winner's prize. It is
the use of his slave, Cathy for one hour in any way you wish as long
as she is not physically injured. Within those limits you will be
her Master. Cheers and hoots echo from both the boys and the girls.
As her Master, you may also share her with as many other people as
you wish, but only one at a time can use her during that hour.
"Oh no!" I think to myself, "Not one, but 10 cocks would be fucking
her one after the other. Tom promised me that wouldn't happen." Just
then I hear Tom's voice whisper in my ear, "Don't worry everything
is arranged. No one except me will be fucking you tonight."
Art continues, "The winner will be determined by a hunt. Cathy will
be given a 10-minute head start. Whoever returns with Cathy in one
hand and her bikini top in the other wins." I interrupt to ask,
"May I speak, Master?" Tom answers, "Briefly, slave." I turn to Art
and inquire, "What bikini top?" Art looks and says, "Oh it's such a
pretty view I hate to see it covered, but Tom will you do the
honors." Tom rescues me from the many handed monster and helps me
put on my top. "And the bottom?" I ask.
"I've got a surprise for you this evening," Tom says and takes out a
strange looking metallic contraption. He puts it on me like a
bikini bottom then snaps the 3 little locks closed. He explains,
"This is a chastity belt. Only I have the key. It will protect
your cunt and ass when you play this nighttime game. Little do I
suspect then how much it would be needed.
Art resumes, "The only thing you're allowed to carry is a 6-foot
capture rope. If no one succeeds within 90 minutes then Cathy wins
and no one uses her, except Tom. Remember that anyone who hurts
Cathy in any way forfeits his or her turn and will face disciplinary
action."
Art declares, "Tom, Desiree, and I are the judges. Whatever we say
goes. Does everyone understand" Everyone agrees. Then turning to me
Art says, " Cathy, the river current here is strong and dangerous.
It you attempt to cross it then you forfeit. OK, time starts as soon
as you take off." I bend over to "check my shoelaces" and shake my
fanny at the kids then bolt for the nearest trees. Regardless of
Tom's whispered promise, I have no intention of being caught.
Once I reach the trees, I circle around out-of-sight to the opposite
side of the clearing before heading deeper into the trees. After 5
minutes, I reach the other side of the little island we're on. With
the river on both sides there's only so far I can go. I decide to
try and find a hiding place. After 10 minutes, I hear Art say,
"3..2..1..GO!" There's a tight cluster of trees I found that's only
about a minute away. It will hide me from almost every angle. I get
there in plenty of time and dig in. It may be a long wait.
I hear the girls first. They've spread out and are working alone.
They pass me several times without getting close. Then I hear the
boys. Unlike the girls, they're working together and methodically
covering the entire island. I know it's only a matter of time until
they find me. A tingle of fear and excitement ripples through me.
I feel like a rabbit being hunted down by a pack of wild dogs.
The full moon shines down on me. My blood boils at the thought of
what might happen if I am captured, especially by the boys. They
will strip off my bikini top, freeing my succulent tits. Some of
them will want a taste, I'm sure. I'll fight them, make them
overpower me. If they can then I'll offer to dance for them. I
feel a call to dance naked before men, inciting them to combine
their power against me. Surely together, they could break the thin
metal of my chastity belt.
My only protection gone I would be helpless to resist their
simultaneous multiple rape of my pussy, ass, and mouth. My cunt
spasms at this erotic fantasy. This is what the full moon always
does to my mind and body. Will the other girls be as affected as I
am by its depraved power over women?
The boys are closing in. My watch says 25 minutes have gone by, 65
to go. If I don't move soon they'll have me surrounded. Like a
rabbit, I'm a good runner. With my long legs and swimmer's muscles
I should be easily able to out distance the boys. "There she is!" a
boy cries.
I bolt from the trees, just barely escaping the grasping hands of
the two closest boys. Once past them I slowly pull ahead, but they
stay hot on my trail. I hear them shouting to each other trying to
cut off any chance of my doubling back. Three minutes later, I'm
stopped again by the water surrounding the island.
Their shouts are getting closer. I'm in real trouble now. I try
running back and forth to find a hole in their lines. It's not
working. They're herding me into a smaller and smaller area. I
feel the noose closing about my neck. I resist the call of the moon
that urges me to surrender to my pursuers and let them use my
captive body to sate their carnal desires.
The noose tightens. I'm getting frantic when I hear, "Everybody to
the big red rock." That's their first mistake! It will give me the
chance I need. I race to the gap in their line. Suddenly, three
boys jump out from behind a bush and grab me. It was a trap!
There are too many hands. With a tremendous effort, I manage to
pull free, but only at the sacrifice of my bikini top. I try to
cover my naked tits with my hands but too much flesh remains
exposed. "Give that back to me," I demand of a triumphant boy who
is raising my captured bikini top above his head for all to see.
It's Bob. "Not unless you come and get it," he says waving it about
while looking at me like a ripe mango he's about to eat.
I'm not going to do what he says and fall into what is so obviously
another trap. "You still don't have me!" I declare. Pulling my
hands away I let them see my naked tits. I try to take advantage of
their momentary distraction by running for the nearest cover. My
tits bounce wildly as I try to bob and weave my way to escape. Then
two more boys appear and grab me again.
I struggle like a wildcat. A boy calls out, "Can't hold her, do
something!" Two other boys grab my legs. Now I have one
restraining each limb, but I refuse to give up. They tell the
remaining boy who stripped off my top, "Hey Bob, use your capture
rope or she's gonna hurt herself. Then we all lose."
Bob smiles evilly and says, "Hold her for one minute more I know
something better to do. It'll be just like before." Bob runs over
and grabs hold of both quaking tits. His hands glide up to my
nipples and begin twisting them back and forth between thumb and
forefinger. I scream, "No! Let go!" The heated signals they send to
my pussy are as undeniable as every. I try to give in before it's
too late, "I'll go with you. Stoppppp! Oooooooooh!" Quickly my
struggles lessen then cease entirely as my mind starts to drift in
erotic fog.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh", I moan and squirm as the passion rises within me.
In their eyes I am transformed from a struggling captive to a bitch
in heat. My captors forget about the promised prize. The potential
of the soft hot body held tightly in their grasp contains the
promise of a more immediate and far sweeter reward.
The other four boys put me down carefully. I'm resting on a thick
carpet of soft green grass that feels almost like a picnic blanket.
It extends as far as the eye can see and is a perfect surface for an
outdoor fuck. One boy says, "Don't let go. This may be some type of
trick." As they realize there is no trick, their hands join Bob's
caressing my quivering flesh. "Should we be doing this?" asks one.
"It's either this or let her hurt herself." answers Bob. With that
simple rationalization, their hands are freed to begin to roam over
every inch of my now docile body.
I feel the heat and wetness building between my legs. My pussy may
be protected from their stiff little pricks, but two different hands
manage to slide under the chastity belt and begin caressing my
labia. Another worms its way to massage my asshole. A mouth covers
mine in a deep kiss. Tongues replace the fingers teasing my
nipples. Finally, when a finger reaches my clit, my hips begin
thrusting upward seeking a cock to fill my cunt.
The other boys have found us. Now 10 boys with 20 hands and
100 fingers travel every inch of my exposed flesh, caressing
and arousing. It doesn't matter to me that these are underage
boys. It doesn't matter that my Master is not here. Did he
know this was going to happen when he put the chastity belt on me?
I'm a slave to the burning need of my desire that is now an
uncontrollable bonfire. "Fuck meeeee. Fuck meeeee." I beg.
Every one of those hard cocks wants to find a way into my cunt
regardless of any prohibition from Art. My resistance is gone. I
can only think of helping them expose my steamy, craving cunt. My
legs spread as far as possible. I want to feel their meat penetrate
my flesh. I want them to use me, control me, dominate me, and most
of all fuck me. My body writhes under their combined attack until,
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" I cry out in orgasm. The fingers at my
pussy are soaked in my cum. "She had another one. What a slut."
Says one boy.
The remaining girls finally find the boys clustered around their
prize. They gather around to watch the spectacle. One girl tries
to protest, but the others quickly hush her. The girls are
thoroughly aroused by what the see the boys doing to me. They have
experienced one erotic stimulation after another, without being
given the chance to climax. The white powder is doing its job.
Many fingers now delve into lightly haired pussies. Their eyes shift
between my writhing flesh and the full moon above. Their fingers
become coated with the oils of their arousal.
The boys are too focused on my undulating body to notice. They twist
their bodies so they can begin rubbing their painfully hard cocks
against me. That makes me hotter, and hotter, until I cry
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Struck by another orgasm.
Desiree finds the girls and gathers them together. She speaks to
them in a steady monotonous tone, "Those are your partners, but she
is stealing zem from you. Those are your men, but they are touching
her not you. You want zem. You must stop her from bewitching zem
with her body. You must save zem. Your partners will listen to you,
tell zem they must release her. Drag zem away if necessary. Don't
give that slut time to ensnare zem. Once she corrupts zem they will
never be yours. Go now. Stop zem from touching her, save zem from
her evil magic. You must go together. You have strength together.
You must go NOW!"
The girls lurch forward as a group. They have been bewitched by
Desiree's words. Their eyes do not see the vicious animals that the
boys have become. They do not think of the perils of separating any
starving animal from its prey. Their clouded brains do not consider
the danger of hard cocks desperate to plunge into my hot wet cunt as
I beg to be fucked.
The boys are not even aware of their approach until soft hands grasp
their arms. Each girl has instinctively gone to the male whose
necklace she wears. The girls demand that I be released or at least
taken back to the campfire. Of course, the boys ignore them. They
are focused entirely on caressing me, rubbing their hard cocks
against my flesh, and finding a way into my steaming cunt.
Seeing their words are being ignored the group changes tactics. The
girls now pry fingers and hands away from the prey. With a feral
growl the boys turn as one to see what has interrupted them. They
see females heedless of their own danger. Unaware of the
insignificance of their protection from these male beasts. Ignorant
that not merely are they separating these hunters from their prey,
but they are attempting to separate aroused males from a female in
heat. That will not simply annoy, or even anger, it will enrage.
Finally, as a pack of wild dogs, they turn to see new females who
dare to interfere. These females are not half-naked and begging to
be fucked like their prey. However, through the haze of their
inflamed lust, they begin to consider alternatives. Here are enough
females that none of them need share. Ones whose nipples show
clearly through flimsy bikini tops. Ones whose pussies are covered
by only a thin layer of fabric. Ones who danced for them until
their cocks were hard. Ones who earlier had lain bound helplessly
at their feet.
The dampness caused by the girls' own fingers has stained the fabric
of their bikini bottoms. The smell of female arousal is powerful in
the boys' noses. Deep in the most ancient part of their brains that
smell is identified. A relay closes, a connection is made, and new
prey is sanctioned.
A more primitive growl begins deep in one male throat. It is
quickly picked up and echoed by the rest of the pack. The volume
builds towards a crescendo as their hard cocks turn slowly away from
me towards new targets. Eyes re-focus. Muscles tense to spring.
Hands grip capture-ropes in preparation.
Only too late do some of the girls pierce the fog in their brains
and begin to fear the male beasts before them. Fear that if
distracted from their prey, they might turn and attack. Fear of how
easily they might be easily stripped and bound helplessly. And while
held, await hard cocks to pierce their yielding flesh.
Deep within their own brains the females finally recognize that
growl. It is an ancient signal to begin the hunt, the hunt for a
mate, a mate to be bred. The girls turn and bolt, but it is far too
late. Not a single female is able to run more then two steps before
she is taken down, stripped, and tied spread-eagled. The real hunt
is over seconds after it has begun. Every cunt but mine is now
fully exposed and vulnerable. I was only a "red herring", false
prey used to inflame the hunters. Deranged by my own desperate
needs, I thrash around furious that my males have left me. How dare
these immature females steal them from me?
I try to rise to kill them and impale my wanton flesh on a hard
cock. I do not care which one. I fall back to the ground. Why? I
am myself bound, simply but effectively by one or more of the boys
with a few vines found on the ground. Insane will need and
jealously, I am forced to watch helplessly as each of the girls
unwillingly receives what I so desperately want.
The males' urge to mate overpowers all other thoughts. A chorus of
female cries echoes through the night as they are penetrated without
foreplay or style. Fortunately, the girls' arousal has been
building the entire day. Peaking as they played with themselves
while watching me succumb to the boys' caresses. Their cunts are
sopping wet, as ready as possible given the circumstances. The
males quickly find the correct channel as they have been shown. A
second chorus, this time of female screams echo as maidenheads are
ripped through with vicious strokes.
Paula's head is only inches from mine. I can see the growing pain
in her eyes. She did not move a single step before Paul brought her
down. "Cathieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. It hurtsssssss so badddddddddd.
Help meeeeeeeeee!" she begs. Her cry snaps me back to reality. Is
Paul too big for her unused cunt? No, I think, he must have the
same battering ram that Tom does. His prick cannot easily penetrate
Paula's hymen. I tell Paula, "Spread you legs more. Relax your
muscles, let him break through.
Just then I see Tom and Art following Desiree. She disappeared the
second she heard the first growl from the boys, knowing full well
what it meant. It only takes a glance for Tom to understand the
reason for Paula's agony. He signals Art and they move unnoticed
behind Paul. Waiting for his in-thrust to begin, they shove his ass
forward with all their strength, driving his cock through Paula's
final barrier. "EEEOOoowwwwww!" she screams then passes out from
the intense pain.
Paul is visibly frightened at what just happened. Tom tells him,
"Stop moving your cock. Stay inside, but give her vagina a chance to
recover and adjust to its first cock." Then he orders all the boys,
"Freeze where you are. Or we'll drag you off her and beat you
senseless. Kiss her mouth and her tits. Wait until she responds.
Then she'll give you the ride or your life."
- - - - - -
Nicole was the first to notice the pain lessening. She realizes,
"Jake is sucking on both my nipples at once. I'd always thought
they were too small especially on my large tits, but he seems to
love them." At first the feeling is merely nice. The sensations
from my tits seem to push the pain away. Then I noticed a fullness
in my pussy I've never experienced before. Almost by accident, I
try to squeeze down with my inner muscles. "Ohhhhhhh," I gasps. That
feels fantastic! I try it several more times. "Ohhhhhhhh,
Ohhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhh," each time with my moans increase. The
sensations between my tits and pussy seem to merge. Without thought,
my hips jerk upward, pushing the invader deeper, "Aaaaahhhhh!" I
sigh, filled by his meat.
Jake has been suffering endless torture, needing to drive his cock
into Nicole's hot cunt, but held back by Tom's warning. He felt the
fluttering muscles of her pussy, but barely managed to maintain his
restrain. Now that he felt Nicole's hips move, the signal that Tom
was right. He tells me, "That's it baby Nicole, you love my cock.
Feel it move inside of you." I, feel a current of passion electrify
my flesh. I tell my despoiler, "Jake, I feel it. You've taken my
virginity. So full, I love it. I love you Jake. I love you. I love
you." I keep repeating the words endlessly as my body matches the
increasing rhythm of his thrusts.
- - - - - -
Sara had always expected pain the day she lost her maidenhood. She
realizes, "I'm bound and naked. I'll tense my body, grit my teeth,
and be ready for what comes next." Then I feel it and cry,
"Owwwww". The pain disappears as soon as that cry escapes my lips.
Perhaps it was a lucky stab, but Eddie has broken through my barrier
with surprising ease. I say silently to myself, "I expect more
pain, much more. I'll be ready." Instead I feel a totally
unfamiliar sensation. "Aaaaaah!" I moan as it takes me by surprise.
"Oooooooooooooh," I moan as a torrent of pleasure overcomes me when
he begins caressing my tits and kissing my nipples. At the center
of it all is the sharp sword that has cloven my maidenhead and
buried itself deep between my widespread thighs.
"Ohhhhhhh, Eddie," I coo, as my legs press together to grip him
between them. I need to feel my soft skin against his skin the way
my cunt holds the sharp sword that is piercing me again and again as
Eddie began to fuck. He growls, "This time I've taken your clothes,
Sara. How does it feel being naked, being helpless, and being fucked
by little Eddie."
I want to tell him how fantastic it feels, how glorious, but the
capture rope presses harder against my windpipe the tighter my legs
grasp my attacker. The feeling of being choked only increased my
arousal. Breathlessly I respond, "Ohhhhhhh, Eddie, fuck me, fuck
your naked bitch hard."
- - - - - -
Sally couldn't believe the pain. She realizes, "What's worse then
the physical pain is the fact that idiot Bob had simply ripped my
virginity away. There were no flowers, no movies, no dinners, no
gifts, no courtship, and certainly I had not given my permission. I
might have chosen him if he had shown me the proper deference.
After all, he was cute and I had known him since the first grade.
And we had been best friends - practically inseparable until I
entered high school. Then other things became more important to
me."
I am his superior in every way that matters. My family has more
money and a bigger house. I have better clothes and better friends.
At 5'7" I'm a full inch taller then him. So what if my father says
Bob has a ton of ambition, more drive, and better grades then any of
the boys I'm dating now.
And how dare the little shrimp ignore me? I'm furious that he paid
more attention to that slut Cathy. Especially after I debased
herself by serving him meals, by shaking my tits for him, and by
dancing like a whore. Not only had I been forced to apologize for
always treating him like an inferior (which he was), but I also
allowed him to caress my flesh (it did feel a little nice) and I
sucked his cock (only to keep that bitch Desiree away from him).
"Ohhhhhhhh," I moaned. It's so intense. Why am I getting so aroused,
so quickly? What happened to the agonizing pain? How had it been
mysteriously banished? What had happened while I'd been lost in
thought? I feels the muscles of my wet cunt trying to grasp Bob's
fiery cock. "Aaaaaaahhhh," I gasp. That's what's doing these things
to me.
I re-dedicate myself, silently declaring, "I refuse to allow this
happen!" Then I demand, "Stop that! You're supposed to be fucking
that slut Cathy. Wasn't that you clowning around holding the slut's
bikini top over your head? You don't deserve someone like me. Go
back to your slut. If you release me right this second then I won't
have you charged for rape. My father will do it, you know. You'll
be jailed away for 20 years."
I ran out of threats. Bob is simply stared at me. "What's wrong
with you?" she asked, "Don't you understand me?" Oh! Why did my
cunt just clamp down on his cock? Did Bob feel it? I'm not going to
let him know. Then he began moving his cock. The effect was
immediate. "Ohhhhhhh," A moan was torn from my throat. He knows my
body is betraying me. What kind of shameless slut am I?
He has to listen if I plead, "Please stop, I can't stand it."
Finally, Bob answers me, "It's you that I want, Sally. You that
I've always wanted since we were kids. Not Cathy. Not any other
girl. It's time you learned that you're not better then me. I'm
going to fuck you until you beg for more like the slut you really
are." He knows what I'm thinking! I won't let him turn me into a
slave like Cathy. I open my mouth to curse him, but he covers it
with his own her mouth in a deep-tongue kiss. He begins fucking me
with long slow strokes. I think, "It's driving me wild. I can't
respond like a helpless slave girl, but my best efforts can't
restrain my hips from rising to meet his thrusts."
Unable to speak I think frantically, "It feels so good. I can't
resist his hard cock. Why am I so weak? Why can't I resist?" I
hear the moans from the other girls around me. They make me hotter.
Bob's hot tongue caresses mine. It responds in kind.
I try to find answers in the full moon above. It's messages beat
into my brain with the pounding of my hot blood, "It's true, you are
a slut, just like all the other girls here. Submit to your passion.
You are a natural slave. Your will is meaningless. Surrender to
your Master's cock. Pray that he finds you worthy of his collar."
My resistance crumbles under the onslaught. I can only keep
thrusting my cunt onto his hardness.
I feel my arousal building. It's uncontrollably. I can't deny the
overwhelming sensations. Is this what a slave feels? I want more
but Bob is forcing me to keep this maddeningly slow pace. He's the
one in control. He's the one my body wants. He's the one I need.
Is he my true Master?"
My hips eagerly buck upwards every time his swollen penis invades
me. " Aaaaaaaahhh, Aaaaaaaahhh," I moan ever louder as my body and
mind succumb to the irresistible pleasure of wet pussy friction.
Bob breaks our kiss and demands, "Beg for it." I know he'll only
accept my total surrender so I beg, "Please more. Fuck me harder.
I'm a slut and I need your cock. I love your cock. I want you. I
love you. Take me. Make me yours. Make me cum." Bob smiles. He
has broken me. I've admitted the truth. He picks up his pace, but
before I am allowed to cum, he makes me repeat the phrases of
submission many times.
- - - - - -
Once Angelica aroused body began to respond to Bobby's cock, he no
longer felt obligated to reign himself in. Using the full power of
his 6'1" muscular body, he pounded his cock into her juicy cunt like
a pile driver again and again. He said, "I'm gonna rape you slut.
I'll have revenge for each time you beat me up for every penny that
you ever stole from me on the way to grade school." To his surprise
Angelica not only took everything he could give, she begs, "Yes,
yes! Give it to me. I'm a baaad girl who needs to be punished.
Drive it in if you're not a wimp. I want more. Show me what a man
you are."
Angelica was no frail flower. The statuesque blonde was 5'10" in
bare feet, 160 pounds dripping wet. She was star center on the
girl's basketball team, a champion body builder, and in top shape.
Her firm 38A breasts bounce up and down in time to their rhythm,
unconstrained by her typical sports bra or anything else. Angelica
locks her ankles behind Bobby's ass and uses her strong leg muscles
to try and pull his entire body into her unappeasable cunt. As her
arousal grows, Angelica begins bucking like a wild bronco.
"Eeeeeeiiiiiiii," she cries out as the climax claims her. That
piercing cry seemed to be the trigger that sets off a string of
female orgasms all around her. The woods echoed with their passion
Angelica hips slow, but never stop. "Eaaaaaaaiiiiiiii," she cries
out as a second climax takes her. If anything she begins to thrust,
thrash, and buck harder then before. Even tied down, it takes all
of Bobby's strength to stay in the saddle. She is truly giving him
the ride of his life. Bobby loves how tight her cunt feels around
his cock. It's like a velvet glove gripping him. He counts four
orgasms. The light of awareness has long since left her eyes. Only
impassioned moans escape her lips urging him on. He feels his own
climax pass the point of no return. "Ggggrrrrrrraaaaaaaaahhhhh," he
growls out in triumph, driving his cock in to the hilt while his
seed bursts out of to flood Angelica's cunt. "Eeeeeeeiiiiiiii," she
cries as the searing heat of the first male seed to flood her womb
sets off her final climax.
Bobby looks down on her clearly defined pectorals, deltoids, and
biceps. Like his own physique, hers shows how much time has been
dedicated to bodybuilding and weight lifting. Angelica is way too
muscular and her tits are too small for most guys' tastes, not his.
After the totally orgasmic experience she'd given him, he knew he
was spoiled. She is the only woman he wants to own.
- - - - - -
Paula heard the sounds of many girls having sex in her dream. She
thought, "It's turning me on so much that I feel like there is a
huge cock stuffing my pussy to the brim. Why can't I move my arms
and legs?" My eyes flutter open and see Paul hovering over me with a
look of deep concern. He gives me a big smile when he sees I'm
awake and asks, "Are you OK? I was afraid I'd really hurt you." I
test how my body feels and think about it then reply, "I remember a
terrible pain, but it's gone now, like a bad dream. I think my
pussy has adjusted to your great big cock. It feels like I have a
tree between my legs."
Paul gives me a silly grin and says, "Actually, less then half of it
is in. I've been holding off until I was sure you were OK, but I
reallllly want to get the rest into your sweet pussy." "Oh lord," I
think silently, "less then half. How can I possible fit the rest
in?" I look over at Cathy for advice, but she and Tom are busy
fucking hard. Desiree and Art are similarly occupied a few yards
away. Remembering what Cathy said I relax my pussy muscles then
tighten them, "Ohhhhhhhh, your cock feels so good. I want to feel
all of it inside me. Cathy said that it's possible if we go very
slowly. Can you do that Paul?"
"For you Paula, I can do anything." He said and began gently
thrusting. I spread my legs as wide as possible. That actually
loosened the rope on my neck making it easier to breathe. I begin
meeting his thrusts feeling his tree trunk inch slowly deeper.
"This is going too slow," I think then say, "Paul please suck my
tits. That should make it easier." Paul did not need to be asked a
second time. His large hands began to massage Paula's mammoth
mounds while his mouth found her nipple. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh," I sigh
thinking, "The electric sensations are going straight to my pussy
making it wetter for Paul's cock. My boobs must be almost as
sensitive as Cathy's. I'm starting to drift in the same kind of fog
she described."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," my moans soon grow louder and I'm punching my cunt
up against his cock. I just drift in the sensuous fog. My body's on
autopilot. It knows what to do. "Yes, it's all the way in!" Paul
shouts when he bottoms out. The fog parts before my growing need.
I'm barely able to speak between my passionate cries, "Aaaaaaah,
Love you, Aaaaaaah, So big, Ooooooo, Fuck faster, Oooooooooooo, Love
your cock, Ohhhhhhh, Fuck me like a slave." Hearing her talk dirty
like this, Paul looses control and start fucking her hard. They may
be barely 15 and almost 16, but they have the mature bodies and
passions of adults. I hear our flesh slap together as my cunt turns
into liquid fire. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii, Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii,
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I cry as three orgasms almost on top of each other
rip away what's left of my consciousness. We both keep thrusting
frantically, until Paul declares, "Paula I'm almost there. I'm
cuming. "Yes! Yes! Yesssssss!" He shouts in exultation as his big
cock drives straight past my cervix into my womb and shoots his seed
into my fertile garden. "Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii," I scream as the
biggest orgasm yet overloads my senses. My eyes roll up into my
head as my unconscious body finally relaxes against the soft grass.
- - - - - -
Cathy is in complete panic. My little sister Paula wailed her pain
as Paul finally tore through her maidenhead and has now dropped to
the grass as if dead. My own body cries out for the male hands that
had inflamed it, but have now left me bereft for other women. I
can't stop the sobs that wrack my body. I'm half-naked, frantic, and
I don't know what to do. Just then I feel the chastity belt being
pulled away from me. Then I see him, "Tom! Help me! Help Paula!
Tell me what to do."
"Eeeeeeiiiiii," I cry as Tom falls on my naked flesh and drives his
entire massive cock into me with one mighty stroke. I wrap my arms
and legs tightly about my savior. He'll protect me. He knows what I
need. "Paula will be OK, trust me," He says rolling us over so I'm
now on top, still impaled by his cock. "Now please your Master." He
commands. Never was a slave so happy to obey.
- - - - - -
Tom and I both climax quickly then have another slow leisurely fuck.
Next to us I finally notice Paula and Paul enthusiastically
screwing. I give Tom a big hug and kiss saying, "You were right
about those two." A minute later, I hear Paul climax. A few seconds
later Paula joins him in her own screeching climax then she passes
out once again. This time I'm not worried. I remember my own
reaction to the first time my pussy was filled with hot cum. Our
reactions are so alike, it's as if Paula and I really are sisters.
That gives me a wonderfully warm feeling, but there's another
feeling between my legs that takes precedence. I turn my attention
back to more carnal matters.
"Can we do it again," I wheedle Tom squeezing his cock between my
legs in a way I know he can't resist for long. Tom twists around
dumping me unceremoniously onto the grass saying, "Horny slut,
there'll be time for that later. For now, walk with me". Together
we survey the spontaneous orgy around us. We gather all the
discarded clothing and place it in a bag. Couples are still locked
together as if fearing to be separated. Tom walks over to the
nearest couple that has finished fucking for the moment. I follow
right behind him.
He looks down at the boy and asks in all seriousness, "Jake, is this
female desirable enough and passionate enough to be a slave?"
Jake's eyes light up and he replies formally, "Yes, she is a natural
slave." Tom smiles at Jake and then turns to Nicole who is still
bound helplessly on the ground. Once more his face turns serious
like a judge about to pass a sentence of death. He asks, "Nicole,
most of us will leave shortly. However, females who are not slaves
will be left bound and naked on this island. Are you prepared to
declare yourself to be the natural slave that Jake believes you to
be? Are you prepared to submit to a Master?"
Nicole looks from face to face, slowly realizing that this is for
real. It is not a game. It is a defining moment in her life. She
looks back to Jake and says, "I love you Jake. Will you truly
accept me and be my Master?" Jake smiles and replies, "Yes
beautiful Nicole, I will." Whatever else they might say is
interrupted as Tom says, "Jake, perform the sundered virgin
ceremony. Immediately after that, ointment from this tube must be
applied to where Nicole's hymen was to help her heal quickly. When
that's done, release her and join us by the red rock.
Either Art or Tom repeats the same scene with each of the other
couples. When we are done we walk to the red rock. Every girl has
been freed. A mixture of the blood and cum of her lost maidenhood is
displayed on her forehead, breasts, and belly. Several of the girls
are still licking their lips, trying to catch the last of the taste
that they will remember for the rest of their lives. Only Paula
still has that pigeon towed walk indicative of a hard fuck. She's
lucky she can walk at all. The soothing ointment must be working
its magic once again.
Art directs, "Boys line up six feet apart in an inward-facing
circle. Girls kneel down before your partner in the same position
that Desiree used." Desiree and I go around handing each of the
girls two silver coins and correcting the girls' positions as
necessary. Tom hands each boy a leather collar with a single jewel
that matches the stone in the ring the boy wears. When we are done
Art commands, "Girls repeat after me."
After each phrase the girls repeat the words of their enslavement,
"By the light of the full moon, I declare myself to be a slave of my
own free will and without reservation or need for evasion. I have
known I am a natural slave for many years in my thoughts and dreams.
Now I need the reality. Once enslaved, I am subject totally to the
will of my Master who owns everything I have, everything I am, and
everything I may become. With these two silver coins, I sell myself
into slavery forever. It is irrevocable except at my Master's
pleasure. I now beg you to accept my slavery and be my Master for
as long as you desire."
The boys circle their partner twice, inspecting the potential slave.
I see each of the girls trying to outdo her sisters, straightening,
lifting the line of her breasts, and trying to project desirability.
Finally, there is a flurry of clicks as leather collars are snapped
around delicate female necks. As one the boys say, "I accept you as
my slave. This collar marks you as my property." The ceremony is
over. The girls jump up and give their new masters a memorable
kiss.
Amazingly to me, when those kisses are broken the girls start crying
and hugging each other, completely ignoring their men. Even Desiree
and I are brought into the happy circle and hug each of the girls.
When we meet at the other side of the circle, I get another shock at
seeing happy tears streaming down Desiree's face. It's only then
that I realize that I am doing the same thing.
When things begin to calm down, Art calls out, "These slaves have
dared to neglect us. Shall they be disciplined or shall they be
allowed to placate their Masters' wrath with a dance?" Everyone
shouts, "Dance! Dance!"
The Masters sit in a large circle and begin to set the rhythm. The
new slaves struggle at first, when you are already naked is more
difficult to dance erotically. This is where Desiree steps in and
shows us how to be just as alluring and inciting dancing without
clothes. We slaves are all eager to follow her lead this time. We
bend over shaking out tits and asses. Spreading the lips of out
pussies we allow glimpses of the treasures inside. We lick our
fingers then use them to pull our nipples to full hardness. We
caress our tits and pussies sensuously making the men wish it were
their hands on our flesh. My arousal grew with every step, as did
that of the other girls. Our dancing became more erotic as we
danced out need and our passion, our submission and our slavery. The
dancing reaches it crescendo. Each slave falls to her knees,
touching her forehead to the ground before her Master.
There were no applause and no cheering. "How can I tell that the
dance is a success?" I wonder silently. Now frightened, I think,
"Have I been displeasing? I dare not lift my eyes." Suddenly, I'm
gripped from behind and my legs are spread so my Master can drive
his rock hard cock into his slave's dripping pussy from the rear. A
chorus of moans and cries, including my own, echoes in my ears as I
hear each new slave serving her Master's pleasure. Apparently, our
dancing was a success.
It's a little joke that Art organized that we all be taken the same
way at the same moment. And that's just the fist part of his
pernicious plan. The men begin to synchronize their thrusting into
us. It becomes a game of follow the leader. Every minute or so a
new leader sets a different rhythm that everyone follows.
Then Art and Tom shows the boys how to push us up and down the
ladder of arousal by varying the pace and occasionally playing with
our nipples and clits. Any female who protests is given a sharp
word and a loud slap on the ass that quiets the new slaves. When
Tom starts singing some old "Beatles" song, everybody picks it up
like some scene from a movie, and we all fuck to the music.
Near the end of the song, I turn to watch Nicole. She's next to me
in the circle. She doesn't look very arrogant or smug now. I see
her big tits rocking and dark hair swaying as Jake screws her. She
starts gasping for breath, her face turns bright red, and then
breathlessly she wheezes, "Jake I'm, I'm
cuuuuuueeeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiii". Her screeching climax moves around
the entire circle, triggering us all. Within 5 minutes everyone is
lying on the grass, spent and smiling.
That is the beginning of a long erotic night of passion. Each slave
serves her new Master many times. In between they whisper, cuddle,
and sleep in each other's arms. I tell Tom, "Screwing with a shaved
cunt feels so tawdry and forbidden." He whispers back, "I can't
seem to get enough of your hairless pussy." Which begins another
bout of lovemaking.
My dreams are as erotic and lurid as ever, but they do not awaken me
forcing me to masturbate before I can fall back asleep. The reality
is far superior. Five times during the night I wake up to the
thrusting of Tom's cock in my cunt. We rut together in the grass.
I've lost track how many times I came. Finally, he orgasms then
falls back asleep with one hand on my tits, one hand on my ass, and
his cock still buried between my legs.
The last time we finish, I see that the morning is already hours
old. I feel wonderful. Finally, I was able to sleep all night with
my lover. The absolute best is the feeling of waking up with his
arms holding me, his cock in my pussy, and his naked skin pressed
against mine.
I didn't quiet have my dream that weekend. We are not alone as I
had always envisioned. Instead, my new sisters surround me. Their
love and companionship make everything sweeter. None of us will
ever forget what we share together this miraculous weekend.
Finally, our stomachs begin growling. The night's orgy has lasted
until mid-morning. Our crewel Masters, heedless of our fatigue
demand, "Naked slaves prepare a fitting breakfast for your Masters.
We will tear down the camp and prepare for our departure." Nicole
complains, "I need to wash." Tom replies, "Yes, Nicole I came smell
you from here. Don't be mad at me Nicole, Cathy stinks too." A
general call goes up that all the girls need a quick morning swim
before they begin their tasks."
Oh poor slaves that we are, we hurry to obey giggling all the way to
the river where we go skinny dipping. The water is a little cold,
but it feels so good to be clean again. Sara starts a water fight.
We're all laughing and playing until the boys splash in after us.
They chase us out of the water, threatening to punish us if they're
not fed soon. Reluctantly, we leave the water, but make sure to
tease the boys by shaking our asses and flashing our pussies at them
as we go. They take their turn in the river while we head back to
our campsite to execute our culinary duties.
Of course, we start comparing notes on our Masters' nighttime
performance the entire time they are out of earshot, "He must have
poured a gallon of cum into me. His cock may not be the longest,
but he knows how to use it. I must have climaxed a dozen times.
Two Dozen for me. Three dozen for me. Liar. You certainly were
loud enough about it. You woke me up twice. At least I don't
snore. He wouldn't stop touching my tits. He wouldn't stop licking
my pussy. That's my kind of man. Have him teach the others."
It went on and on like a bunch of clucking hens until the men showed
up. Everyone got quiet. Someone asked, "What did you girls talk
about while we were gone?" I answered, "Oh you know, cooking tips
and girl talk." A flurry of giggles behind me made it difficult to
keep a straight face. Desiree rescued me saying, "OK girls, lets
start serving as soon as they manage to sit themselves down."
Everyone was starving so no one argued with that.
The girls and I cook "Rocky Mountain French Toast" for breakfast.
Serving was a lot like lunch yesterday except that every one of the
Masters, made a grab for his slave's bobbing tits. We had to let
them caress our nipples until we moaned and they released us. It
turns out they made a stupid bet of who could make his slave moan
first just by touching her tits. I suppose in a way that I was
proud that Tom won, although Paul was a close second.
There was no nonsense about sitting apart during breakfast. The
girls made a contest of who could feed her new Master in the most
erotic way. More then one ended up getting screwed on the grass
next to the tables and missing part of breakfast. After last night,
it wasn't as hard to ignore those rutting couples as you might
think. Tom and I agreed that we both wanted to finish eating.
After breakfast was cleared away, the Investiture ceremony began. I
finally found out what Investiture means. It's when a new Master
and his new slave are formally brought into the "Gorean Society"
which is a loosely knit nationwide community of Masters and slaves.
The society polices its membership to insure that permanent damage
is never done to a slave, mediates disputes on ownership of slaves,
and insures that the activities of the membership are kept out of
the media. Members come from all walks of society, professional,
business, education, science, law enforcement, military, and many
more.
Everyone except me was already a junior member since their parents
were all members. Since I had never participated in an Investiture,
I was inducted too. As new members, were told the rules of
behavior, how to recognize other members, but little else. We had
to pass through our "probation period" before we would be trusted
with more information. After Investiture we were given our bathing
suits back.
As the final caution Art explains, "Most important, what happened on
the trip should be shared only with your parents and no one else -
ever. You are now part of a SECRET society. Bad things have been
known to happen to people with 'loose lips'. Even people younger
then you." I explain to Tom, "Don't worry, I've already figured out
that I'm not allowed to discuss any of this with my parents."
Now it's finally time to depart this magical island. Everyone gets
into their canoes and pushes off. Once we're away from shore, Tom
has me remove my bikini bottom then he lifts me onto his rock hard
cock. I sigh in relief. My pussy opens as if to welcome an honored
guest. Even after he shoots his hot spunk into me. He holds me
tightly against him. We cuddle silently, letting the lazy river
carry us downstream.
Looking around I see that everyone from our group is copying us.
Half of the girls are topless as well as bottomless. My pussy wants
more. It squeezes and kneads Tom's softening meat until it hardens
again. Tom is happy to accommodate me when I ask, "Master please
remove my top and play with my tits." Surrounded by nature's
beauty, we resume man's most natural act.
Tom and I are way in front of the entire group. He hears the next
rapids ahead and tries to rouse me, but I only want to feel his cock
inside me. Tom knows that even as skilled as he is, it's too
dangerous going through the rapids holding a naked woman on his
cock. Time is quickly running out. He needs a fast solution.
SPLASH! Cold!
Tom has thrown me right out of the canoe. I come up sputtering and
spitting out water. Furious and ready to kill, I spot him. He's
jumped out of the canoe himself so he can stop it from going further
down river. Spitting mad, water streaming down my body, I advance
on him like a naked Valkerie seeking revenge.
He pushes the canoe onto the nearby shore then turns back to me. As
strong as I am, I'm unfamiliar with water wrestling. He easily
turns me around, bends me over so my nipples are under water, and
from behind rams his still hard cock back up my wanton cunt. "You
bastard," I cry as I feel all the fight drain out of me through my
pussy. Tom fucks me there in the middle of the river. The rest of
our group passes by. The girls are all back in their bikinis and
can't resist teasing me, "Trying to use your tits as paddles? Is
that an electric eel between your legs, or is Tom just glad to see
you? Cathy's so hot she can screw in a freezing river. I heard she
once kept doing it right over a waterfall." I know I turned 15
different colors. I didn't blame the girls, I would have done the
same thing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII", I scream loud and long, drowning out
Tom's shout when we climax together. I beg, "Please Master, get
your
slave's bikini so everyone watching doesn't know what a hot slut she
is. "Very well, He says, "Next time," obey when I tell you to
stop." I promise and Tom retrieves my bikini. He helps me put it
on in the middle of the river. With Tom's powerful paddling,
we quickly rejoin the group.
That was the last rapid. It was the biggest and most exciting of
all. We had to help the kids in two different canoes that flipped
over. A short time later we reach the end point on the river.
Everyone take one final swim together, playing lots of boy-girl
team games.
Finally, it's time to get back on the waiting bus and drive back to
the church. What a difference there is between the kids who left
and those who are coming back. Their entire world has been changed.
The girls are now slaves, but they never seemed happier. The boys
behave more like romantic lovers then harsh Masters. However, each
of them has a line in their minds that may not be crossed.
Sara, always one to test limits, finds that out when she's
unceremoniously put over Eddie's knee and spanked for disrespecting
Tom. No one lifts a finger to help her. When Eddie's done, Sara
apologizes to Tom and everyone else on the bus. Then she
spontaneously gets on her knees to suck Eddie's cock. I think she's
pleased that her Master is so strong.
When we get off the bus there are the final good-byes. Lots of hugs
and kisses are exchanged. I find out that the girls will all be
staying at the boy's parents' houses for the next two weeks.
Doubtless, there will be lots of loving going on. Paula's trying to
organize a reunion in one year, but makes me promise to get in touch
with her sooner.
After all the kids have gone Tom and I say goodbye to Art and
Desiree. Desiree gives me a big hug and kiss then says, "Tom tells
me you may be working at the hotel next week. You may zee my old
friend Monqiue. If zo, tell her I said, 'You were exceptionally
helpful and passionate during ze Investiture.' Say it just that
way."
I ask why it seemed so important that I even more then Tom
participated. Desiree explains, "It is because you were close in
age, they identified with you and looked up to you. They would
never do with for older woman like me. I was the mother figure.
You were the big sister they looked up to and needed to emulate.
By agency of ze white powder, your sexual needs, cravings, and
submissiveness were stamped deep into zee girls brains. I know
you think the full moon influenced them. Perhaps this is true, but
without you they would have been able to suppress ze release of
their own sensuality and resist being made slaves. Without you none
of what happened zis weekend would have been possible. Thank you
from myself, ze children, their parents and ze society." The four
of us exchanged final hugs then Art and Desiree drove away.
When the door of Tom's van closes behind us, I break down into tears
again. Tom is completely confused by my outburst until I explain,
"I don't want it to be over. Sleeping naked with you all night long,
under the stars, surround by the others. I miss them already.
They're like sisters I never had, especially Paula. And what did
I do? I corrupted them. I betrayed them into slavery. They all
know it yet they still love me."
Tom tries to massage my shoulders and speak softly to comfort me.
I'm inconsolable. After 20 minutes, tears still running freely,
he moves me to the back of the van, slips off my bikini, and
begins rubbing my body.
I think, "Even that's not working as my tears continue unabated.
I'm wrong, he didn't do it to comfort me, at least not directly.
"What?" I ask feeling him slip out the Ben-wa balls. "Aaaaaah,"
I gasp, as they're replaced by his cock. He made it hard by
touching my naked flesh. Now it's jammed to the hilt in my still
juicy twat. Regardless of what I'm feeling, my body reacts as it
has been trained. All my thoughts and emotions dissolve, leaving
only lust as a slave's body begins to move to her Master's command.
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