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 Robert 10_3 (Robert's Loose Ends)

   This story takes over where "Robert's Legacy" left off.  While you might
be able to jump straight into this story, I highly recommend you read the
prior Robert stories first.  In this story, Robert decides to tie up a
couple loose ends.

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   (ped, mF, ff, Ff, MF, MM, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, blackmail, best and
various other stuff to include a small snuff scene at the very end.)

   By The Devil's Advocate

   7.

   Robert smiled as he watched the live feed.  The plan indeed worked.  Of
course, about any plan would have probably worked on Pupsiie.  Not only was
she a little slut, but she had the benefit of not only his and Linda's
training but Jane's as well.  This night was more of just an introduction
to her new owner than it was actual training.

   Submissives don't think like other people though.  There was a chance
Pupsiie might have reject her new mistress.  She hadn't done so though and
it was now highly unlikely she would in the future either.

   Granted, he had thought the same thing about Danny and Susan before they
set their house on fire.  That wasn't really his fault though.  It was
their father's.  Hopefully, Sarah wouldn't go overboard like Danny and
Susan's father had.

   While this was pretty much out of his hands, Robert thought it was best
to stick around another week or two in order to pass on a little more
knowledge to Sarah.

   Robert came in the back door of Sarah's trailer not long after Pupsiie
left.  It was the first time Robert had entered the trailer in over two
weeks.  He stopped visiting the place once the hidden cameras were
activated.  He made sure they were deactivated before visiting this time,
but he still felt a little uncomfortable.

   Sarah was already partly nude.  Robert didn't hesitate to take his pants
off as well.  Robert played it off like it was no big deal, but it was hard
not to blush a little as he exposed himself to Sarah for the first time. 
It was Sarah's turn to blush when she seen the size of Robert's dick.

   Sarah couldn't help but stare at Robert's dick for several seconds.  She
had never seen a dick so big.  Not in person anyway.  She watched porn
videos from time to time but never thought she would ever see such a large
instrument in real life.  She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel to
be fucked by such a weapon.  She also couldn't help but wonder what it
would look like for someone as small as Jane to be fucked by it.

   After sitting down in the living room, the two started talking about
that night's events with Pupsiie and how they should proceed.  As they did
so, they had Jane take turns pleasing them orally.  Neither one came
though. They would wait until they were close and then push Jane away. 
Jane would then crawl to the other one.

   Robert could tell that Sarah didn't like watching Jane please him.  It
wasn't a look of disgust.  It looked more like anger.  She either didn't
like sharing Jane or...

   "You are welcome to take Jane's place if you want," Robert said as he
pulled Jane's head away from his dick.

   Robert had assumed Sarah was a lesbian.  However, he could tell she was
seriously considering sucking his dick.  Her mouth looked like it was
almost watering for it.  She declined though.

   He had to admit that the idea of her sucking him off did seem a little
odd.  Now that he thought about it, he had never had sex with anyone but
submissives/slaves.  He wondered how it might compare.

   Robert pushed Jane aside and got up to grab a drink from the kitchen
area.  When he came back Jane was busy licking Sarah.  As an experiment, he
decided to sit next to Sarah on the couch instead of the chair adjacent
from them.

   Sarah stiffened up a little when he scooted in next to her.  However,
she didn't object.  Robert put his left hand over her shoulder as they both
watched Jane do her job.  Or at least he was focused on Jane.  Sarah seemed
to keep glancing over at his huge dick.

   "In case you haven't guessed it, I was the one that fucked Pupsiie,"
Robert said after a moment.

   This really grabbed Sarah's attention.  Now, instead of just glances she
was blatantly staring at the dick.  Robert knew she was wondering how
something that big could fit into a girl that small.

   "She probably has tightened up a little since then," Robert continued.
"However, it shouldn't take you long to stretch her out again.  Do you have
any dildos that big?"

   As he said that last part, Robert took Sarah's hand with his right and
guided it to his dick.  The manuever was so she could get a better feel for
how big the dick was.  However, they both knew that wasn't the real reason.
It was all the excuse Sarah needed though in order to start playing with
it.

   At first she pretended to be judging it for thickness and such. 
However, it wasn't long and she was giving it nice long strokes.  Her hands
became nice and slick as they ran over all the precum running down the side
of his dick.

   As he suspected earlier, having Sarah play with him was very odd indeed.
Not necessarily a bad kind of odd.  Just different.  For example, with
slaves he just told them what to do and they did it.  If they didn't want
to do it then tough.  In fact, it excited him even more when they didn't.

   With Sarah, however, he couldn't just order her do things.  Well,
actually, he probably could thanks to all the video footage.  But he didn't
want her to be a slave.  So, he waited and watched her closely for signs.
As he did so, he realized how little he actually knew about women.  He had
no clue when the proper time was for him to make his next move.  For all he
knew, the proper time had already arrived and possible gone.

   However, as he watched her he seen a very familiar sign.  She bit her
lower lip as she stared at his dick.  He was certain that was a good
indication that she wanted to suck it or at least taste it.  So, he applied
a little pressure with the hand currently on her shoulder.  That was all it
took for her to bend forward.

   She didn't go all the way down though.  She stopped about half way as
though she was just getting a closer look at it.  Robert moved his hand
from her shoulder to her head and give another slight nudge.  That must
have been what she was waiting for because she didn't resist.  She went
down further and started licking at the dick.

   Sarah wasn't anywhere near as good as Jane or his other slaves, but it
still felt great.  A large part of that was because he knew she was
willingly doing it.  That said, he wasn't about to give up his slaves. 
There was a completely different feeling he got mentally when he made a
slave do things.  It was a feeling he was certain he could never give up.
Still, he could see himself visiting Sarah whenever he passed through here.

   Robert let out a moan as Sarah took the head of his dick into her mouth.
He gave her another small nudge and she took the hint and tried to force
the dick down her throat.  She only managed about 2 or 3 additional inches.

   Robert wasn't sure what the proper protocol was at this point.  If he
were her master than the proper thing would be to force the dick down her
throat in order to help teach her how to do it properly.  He doubted that
was the proper thing to do in this case.  So, he did nothing.  He just let
her suckle and play with it some.  She did try to deep throat a couple more
times but gave up after that.  That was fine with Robert.  He could always
have Jane do it if he really wanted that deep throat sensation.  It meant a
lot to him though that Sarah had at least tried.

   Sarah kept at it for about 10 minutes before she straightened up.  As
she sat up, it dawned on him that she might want him to go down on her
also. It was only fair.  As he thought about it, he realized he actually
liked the idea.  It was something he never got to do with his slaves.  She
didn't need him to do it though.  She had Jane already down there.

   What really surprised Robert.  She mounted him.  This was something he
didn't think any woman would ever willingly do.  Not only did his slaves
fear his big dick, but all the girls at school had also.  The school girls
never actually got to see it, but the outline in his pants was hard to
miss. Especially considering how often he got hard.

   "Fuck that is big," Sarah groaned as she tried to fit the head inside.

   Robert was at a complete loss at what he should do.  He felt like a
fucking virgin having sex for the first time.  In a way, he kind of was. 
He debated giving her words of encouragement or possibly sucking on her
tits or something.  Luckily, Jane prevented him from needing to do either.
The girl stuck her head between their legs from below and started licking
at the junction.

   This must have excited Sarah because the head of his dick suddenly slid
inside her cunt.  Jane's mouth then slid between Sarah's ass cheeks.  As
she tongued Sarah's ass, the dick slowly started sliding up her other hole.

   "Oh fuck!" Sarah moaned over and over as she slid down Robert's pole.

   Robert could tell the moans were pleasure and not pain.  Either Sarah
played with a lot of large dildos or he had misjudged the size of his dick.
He started to wonder if all of his slaves had been overacting a bit when
they cried and begged not to have to take his dick.

   As Sarah built up speed, Robert felt Jane's mouth move down to his
balls. She licked at them and occassionally sucked one into her mouth.  The
extra stimulation really wasn't needed, but he wasn't about to push her
away.

   About five minutes into the fuck, Robert started to wonder when he was
supposed to take his dick out of her cunt and start fucking her asshole. 
Or, was this something she was supposed to initiate?  Or, would they be
doing it at all?  He decided he would leave it up to Sarah.  He was smart
enough to know that anal sex was probably an acquired taste for women.

   Robert did reach down and slowly slide his middle finger up Sarah's
asshole.  While she seemed to take it without signs of pain, it was hard to
tell how loose she was down there.  He would have to stick 2 or 3 more
fingers in there to tell for sure.  He didn't want to risk spoiling the
moment so he pulled his finger free and decided to save it for the next
time.

   Instead, he moved his head forward and started sucking on one of her
breasts.  This was yet another thing he never did with slaves.  While it
was a turn on doing it, he was still a little disappointed.  He wasn't sure
what he was expecting, but it seemed a little anticlimatic.  Sarah seemed
to moan louder and hump a little harder...  so there was that at least.

   He sucked on one breast and then the other.  He rotated back and forth
for about 5 minutes before he stopped.  When he pulled his head away he
found his mouth covered by Sarah's.  Sarah wasn't the first girl he ever
kissed but he definitely missed the feeling.  It especially felt good doing
it while fucking.

   Robert often thought about kissing his slaves but it just wouldn't be
right.  Well, not with the girl slaves anyway.  He could see it being an
effective tool with boy slaves if they weren't gay.  Kissing boys though
just wasn't Robert's thing.  Though, he could see maybe doing it if he
dressed the boy up like a girl or something.  But it would still be a
little odd for him.

   Sarah wasn't a slave though.  The added intimacy from the kiss was not
only acceptable but the situation even seemed to demand it.  Their tongues
danced together as Robert felt Sarah's cunt spasm in climax around his
dick. Her climax seemed to go on forever as he humped his dick up into her.
About mid way through her climax, Robert peaked as well.

   Sarah's climax seemed to reenergize itself as she felt Robert's torent
of cum shoot up into her.  It had been ages since she had sex with a man
and considerably longer since she had allowed one to fuck her without a
condom.  She had almost forgot the perverse thrill of having a man shoot a
large load up her cunt.  And Robert's load was indeed large.

   The two held each other tight as they tried to catch their breath.  Once
they stopped moving, Jane went to work.  She seen no point in waiting to be
ordered.  To do so could result in punishment.

   Robert's dick was still inside Sarah so at first Jane just licked up the
juices that were leaking out.  When that was gone she licked the sweat off
them focusing mainly on Robert's balls and Sarah's ass crack.

   Jane repeated the whole process several times until Sarah finally
dismounted.  This is when Jane's work really began.  She immediately sealed
her mouth to Sarah's cunt and sucked up several mouth's full.  She then
leaned over Robert and sucked his dick clean.  She made sure she remembered
to massage the dick several times in order to get any cum that was still
inside.  Then it was back to Sarah again.  The first few swallows had only
been to prevent a mess on the couch.  It would take at least another 5
minutes of licking and sucking to ensure she got all the remaining cum from
Sarah's cunt.  Well, she probably could do it in 1 minute but Jane knew she
would have to rotate back to Robert once she was done and she preferred
eating cunt over dick any day.  Even if that cunt was full of Robert's cum.

   As Jane went about her chores, Robert and Sarah spoke softly to each
other.  At first they focused mainly on Pupsiie's training.  About 10
minutes into that conversation, Robert pointed out that Sarah shouldn't try
anything too physical that she hasn't tried out herself first.  That
quickly lead into a long conversation about Robert and Sarah's personal
sexual experiences.

   It was obvious to both of them that the conversation had very little to
do with Pupsiie.  They were indirectly planning out their next encounter
with each other.

   Robert was a little disappointed to find out that Sarah had been with
other men.  Several in fact.  He wasn't sure why it surprised him.  She was
about 30 years old after all.

   As they spoke, Sarah noticed that Robert seemed to look at her different
than before.  They just fucked so it did make sense.  However, it was a
little more than that.  If she didn't know better, she would say the boy
had a small crush on her.  While Robert was a cute enough kid, he was still
a kid.  He would have to get several years older before she would even
start to seriously look at him in a romantic way.

   Sarah didn't see any point in dashing his hopes.  In fact, she might
want to use his little crush to her advantage.  Besides, the kid had a very
nice dick.  Just because she didn't want to settle down with him didn't
mean she wouldn't like to ride that dick from time to time.

   As they talked, Sarah noticed that Robert's dick was rock hard again
already.  This was definitely an advantage to having such a young
boyfriend. She was tempted to mount him again but thought it was best not
too.  She liked to play with large dildos but Robert's dick was still a
pretty damn tight fit.  She probably wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow if
she rode that huge thing again this soon.

   Instead, she suggested something even more interesting.  They positioned
Jane on the couch on all fours.  Robert then mounted the young girl from
behind.  Sarah was absolutely fascinated as she watched the small girl's
cunt swallow the huge dick.  It got even more interesting when Robert
pulled his dick out and positioned it over Jane's asshole.

   "Surely it won't fit," Sarah thought as Robert started to apply
pressure.

   "Oh!  Master!"

   The groan of discomfort was the closest thing to a complaint or begging
that Jane said in response to the insertion.  Sarah couldn't believe how
well trained the girl was.  She had known the girl was trained but this
insertion had to have hurt like hell.  Of course, this probably wasn't the
first time the girl had taken something this big up her asshole.

   Sarah watched in awe for over 5 minutes as Robert first slowly sunk up
the girl's asshole and then gradually started fucking her.  It was such a
turn on that Sarah couldn't help but toy with her own cunt.  A couple
minutes later, Sarah found herself laying on the couch in front of Jane. 
Jane quickly knelt down and started eating the older woman's cunt.

   Eating Sarah's cunt was a reward in Jane's mind.  It helped her take her
mind off what Robert was doing to her.  It was more than just the pain that
bothered Jane.  It made her almost sick to her stomach whenever she had to
fuck Robert.  She was just happy Robert was the only boy she ever had to
fuck.  She would prefer eating a cunt and having a dog or dildo up her twat
any day over having sex with a guy.  It was just so disgusting.

   What really saddened Jane was that she knew deep down that she had not
always hated boys like this.  In fact, she remembered having crushes on
boys at school and looked forward to some day giving her virginity to one
of them.  She also remembered being disgusted at the thought of having sex
with another girl.  And having sex with a dog had been so disgusting that
it hadn't ever even entered her mind.

   While she couldn't pinpoint exactly when it happened, she knew that at
some point her sister's training had somehow changed her feelings toward
all of this.  Her feelings toward these things had changed so much that she
now truly didn't want them to ever change back.  Yet, she knew that if her
sister decided otherwise then in time she would be trained to hate cunt and
dog dick and love men instead.  It made her feel so helpless.

   While Jane now got the benefit of eating Sarah's cunt, the drawback of
her new position on the couch was that it exposed her cunt further.  As a
result, each time Robert would slam his dick home his huge balls would slap
against Jane's cunt.  She tried to ignore the sensation but it was
impossible to do so.  Especially considering how turned on she got from
eating Sarah's cunt.

   Jane began to cry lightly when she felt the first signs of an impending
climax.  She not only had a boy's huge dick up her asshole but his
disgusting ugly balls were slapping her pussy.  Of all the possible things
to get off too, Jane couldn't imagine anything more humiliating and
disgusting.

   The humiliation was temporarily forgotten when her climax hit.  It
quickly returned ten fold as that climax subsided.  Her tears increased
when she realized that during her climax she had actually bucked back
several times against Robert's dick.

   Sarah could only guess what was going through Jane's head.  The girl's
face seemed to display such a large mix of emotions.  The only thing she
could tell for sure was that the girl didn't like getting fucked by Robert.
That dislike seemed to stem from more than just the pain also.

   In the past couple weeks Sarah had grown an affection for Jane. 
However, it wasn't necessarily the type of affection two people might
share. It was more of how a woman might "love" a diamond necklace or a fur
coat.  Still, deep down, Sarah knew she should feel anger toward Robert. 
He was basically raping the girl.  Not only that, but he was raping her
asshole.  However, as she watched Jane's debasement, all Sarah could feel
was lust.

   In fact, she felt no anger toward Robert at all.  Jane was a sex slave.
Robert was treating her exactly the way he should.  He didn't really have
much choice in the matter.  If he gave Jane a choice or took it easy on her
then she wouldn't be a sex slave any more now would she?

   "Take that dick you fucking slut," Robert growled as he pounded the
small girl's asshole.

   This was one of many demeaning comments that Robert said to the girl. 
It was a harsh contrast to how he acted just a few minutes earlier when he
fucked Sarah.  The fuck she got earlier had been good, but Sarah couldn't
help but wonder what it would be like if Robert were to treat her like he
did Jane.

   Sarah didn't want to become his slave.  Nor would she want to do
anything too disgusting.  But being fucked harshly like this from time to
time would be a huge turn on.  In a way she kind of envied Jane.  Sarah
wondered if these intense fuck sessions were worth all the other vulgar and
humiliating things the girl had to endure.

   Just thinking about it brought Sarah to the brink.  She reached down and
grabbed two hands full of the girl's black hair and forced her head hard
against her cunt.  As she came she could tell this cum was wetter than her
average ones.  The sound of Jane struggling to drink it all made her climax
climb even higher.

   Sarah's climax was so strong that she almost blacked out.  She let Jane
suck at her cunt for another minute before pulling the girl's face up. 
Sarah's cunt was a little sensitive after her climax, but the main reason
she pulled the girl away was because she knew she would get worked up again
if she didn't.  She could tell Robert was going to cum any time now.  If
she got worked up again then he would end up sitting back and watching her.
She preferred that it be her that sat back and watched him finish instead.
She didn't have to wait long.

   "I'm going to cum all over you bitch," Robert said as he quickly pulled
his dick from Jane's asshole.

   Sarah almost came again when she seen and heard this.  She seen this
done in porn videos but had never tried it herself.  It was just too
debasing.  Yet, seeing Robert preparing to do it sent such naughty thrills
down Sarah's spine.  Not only was he about to debase this little girl but
his dick was even pointed toward Sarah as well.

   Sarah was several feet away but she still couldn't help but wonder how
far his cum would travel.  Would it actually reach her?  For that matter,
was it possible Robert was talking to her and not Jane?  She was about 99
percent sure he was actually speaking to Jane but it gave Sarah yet another
thrill to think he might be talking to her instead.

   As Robert started to jack on his cock, Jane quickly turned over onto her
back.  Jane would have much preferred the cum shoot on her back but she
knew it was her front that Robert wanted to cover.

   As she turned over, Jane ended up with her head resting between Sarah's
legs against the woman's cunt.  Jane doubted Sarah wanted to get sprayed
with the cum so she lifted her head so the woman could slide out from under
her and get out of the line of fire.

   Sarah didn't move though.  Instead she lightly pushed Jane's head back
down and then gently stroked the girl's hair as they waiting on Robert to
cum.  She soothed the young girl like that for about a minute before Robert
finally climaxed.

   Sarah had a mini climax when the first jet of cum flew well above Jane
and landed on Sarah instead.  It had to be the most vulgar, demeaning thing
that had ever happened to her, yet it somehow felt so erotic as that hot
cum splash against her chest and oozed down her stomach and sides.  The
stream of cum landed between her breasts but Sarah had the urge to reach up
and smear it all over her tits.  She didn't though.  She was a proper lady
after all.

   The next stream went straight into Jane's face.  Jane held her mouth
wide open but most of it splashed against her face and not into her mouth.
Sarah looked down at the girl's face in awe.  Jane showed no signs of it
but Sarah was certain the girl must have had a climax when the cum landed
on her face.  How could she not?  It was so, perverse.

   Sarah of course would never willingly take a load of cum in her face. 
But, she just knew it would be a huge turn on if it was done without her
permission.  That was half of the perverseness of it...  being subjected to
something so nasty without any say in it.  Again, she envied Jane.  She
knew Robert would never do something like that to herself.  And even if he
did it would be a one time thing.  The nature of their relationship would
require her to protest the action.  And he would have no choice but to
abstain from doing it again.  It would either be that or actually make her
a sex slave and Sarah definitely didn't want that.  Some of the sex, sure,
but not everything else that came with the position.

   Robert shot two more streams of cum but they landed on the little girl's
chest and stomach and Sarah barely gave them any notice.  She just looked
on in fascination as Jane started to clean herself.  Jane used her fingers
to scoop up the cum off her face and feed it to herself.  Watching Jane
almost made Sarah gag, yet at the same time it turned her on to no end.

   After her face, Jane cleaned her stomach and chest.  She then rolled
over and started licking the cum off Sarah.  It was hard for Sarah to keep
from pushing the girl's face back down to her cunt.  Sarah was a little
sore down there from all the recent activity, but there was no doubt in her
mind that she would be cumming at least one more time tonight once Robert
left.  She had no choice, it was that or stay awake all night in
frustration.

   Robert watched also as Jane cleaned up.  Only he focused on Sarah
instead.  He could tell she was getting off on watching the girl clean up.
He also knew Sarah had gotten off on feeling his cum land on her chest.  He
wondered if the next time they fucked if she would ask him to cum all over
her like he had Jane.  Or, was he expected to just take the initiative? 
Then again, maybe it was something people in normal relationships simply
didn't do whether they wanted too or not.

   While he found this possible new relationship with Sarah exciting, he
also found it very aggravating.  It was like playing some kind of game that
didn't come with a set of instructions.  To make it worse, he had no idea
if the rules Sarah decided to play by were the same as the ones he wanted
to play by.  In fact figuring out the rules of the game seemed to be the
main objective of it.

   Robert was all for a challenge, but he was also very impatient.  He was
pretty sure this game wasn't meant for him.  This first encounter with
Sarah had been very special.  It had felt like something he had to do as a
kind of passage into manhood.  However, he already decided he was getting
tired of trying to guess what rules Sarah wanted to play by.  Next time
they got together he would just use the rules he preferred and if Sarah
didn't like them then tough.

   8.

   As it turned out, Robert and Sarah never "hooked" up again.  At least
not during this visit to Kansas anyway.  Robert came up with several
excuses to pay her another visit but decided it was best to leave things as
they were.  He decided not to risk destroying their little game.  Some day
he might feel like playing it again.

   What little communication they shared for the rest of Robert's visit had
been strictly business.  Pupsiie to be exact.

   The main goal of those two weeks was establishing a way for Sarah to
continue her daily sessions with Pupsiie long after Robert and Jane left.
This turned out to be a lot easier than expected.  Sarah simply offered to
babysit Pupsiie whenever Grace was at work.  Doing this for free of course
would raise a ton of red flags.  So, in exchange for Sarah's time, Pupsiie
would do various chores like cleaning Sarah's trailer, washing dishes, etc.

   Grace was delighted with the offer.  It was like a dream come true.  Now
she not only didn't have to worry constantly about her daughter's safety,
but doing chores for someone else would be a good first step in teaching
her girl how to earn her way in life.  Of course, Grace had no idea what
most of those chores would actually be.

   Pupsiie also didn't know exactly what those chores were going to be. 
However, after her first session with Sarah, Pupsiie was sure the chores
would involve some kind of sexual humiliation.

   Pupsiie had butterflies in her stomach as she walked up to Sarah's door.
It had been 3 days since their little "session".  Pupsiie had told her
mother every excuse she could think of in order to delay visiting the
trailer again.  Her goal was to delay until Jane left.  Once that happened
then there would be no reason for her mother to expect her to visit
anymore.

   There of course was the risk of Sarah telling Grace about the video of
Pupsiie and Jane.  However, Pupsiie wasn't an idiot.  She knew that Sarah
could get into a lot of trouble if Pupsiie told her mom about their session
together.  Pupsiie only had her word, but she knew it would be enough to at
least tarnish the woman's name.

   Pupsiie knew that if Sarah played her cards right she could probably
stay out of any real trouble by bringing the video into the equation.  She
could claim that Pupsiie was just making it all up because Sarah had caught
her and Jane playing with each other.

   Pupsiie came up with dozens of different permutations, but none of them
resulted in victory for either her or Sarah.  Basically, the two were at a
standoff.  Pupsiie couldn't tell her mom about Sarah and Sarah couldn't
tell Grace about Pupsiie and Jane.  This suited Pupsiie just fine.  As long
as she never went into Sarah's trailer alone then Sarah would never be able
to bother her again.

   Pupsiie felt it was a solid plan.  However, it was not an easy one to
follow.  The very first day after their session, Sarah came knocking on
Pupsiie's door once Grace left for work.  Pupsiie was so scared that she
couldn't help but start crying.  The front and back doors were locked but
Pupsiie wedged chairs under the door knobs just in case.  She then ran to
her bedroom and hid under the covers.

   Sarah knocked on her door for over 5 minutes.  It seemed to be the
longest 5 minutes of Pupsiie's life.  Despite the fear of what Sarah wanted
to do with her, every instinct in Pupsiie's body told her to open the door.
She had no clue why her instincts told her this, they just did.  The
intellectual side of her mind had to use everything it had in order to
fight that instinct.

   It was an all too familiar struggle.  Her instincts and intellect fought
together every single time she had gone to see Jane.  Her intellect never
won those battles though.  However, the situation had been different then.
Jane was only visiting.  However, Sarah actually lived here.  If Pupsiie
let her instincts win just once then they would do so again and again.  And
with Sarah living right next door, Pupsiie would probably end up having
"sessions" with this older woman for months, maybe even years.  That was a
much bigger price than a simple few weeks with Jane.

   When Sarah made no attempts to contact her the second day, Pupsiie was
certain that Sarah had also come to the conclusion that a stalemate was in
place.  Therefore, Pupsiie was completely blindsided the third day when her
mom informed her that Sarah would be babysitting her.  Pupsiie tried her
hardest to talk her mom out of it.  However, the more she complained about
it the more her mother felt a babysitter was indeed needed.

   This action on Sarah's part baffled Pupsiie at first.  Didn't the woman
know this violated the standoff?  Then Pupsiie realized that Sarah knew
very well what she was doing.  Sarah was putting all her chips on the table
and forcing Pupsiie's hand to see if she was bluffing or not.

   The ball was now in Pupsiie's court.  She could tell her mom about the
session and hope she was believed, or she could give in to Sarah.  She was
sure there had to be other choices, but for the life of her she couldn't
think of any.

   Pupsiie knew the logical thing was to tell her mom.  The price she would
have to pay if she didn't was just too great.  However, she just couldn't
let her mom see that video.  She just couldn't.

   Thirty minutes later Pupsiie found herself walking toward Sarah's
trailer.  She looked back toward her own trailer in hopes her mom might not
be watching.  She would then be able to rush around the back of the trailer
and hide until her mom left.  But of course her overprotective mother was
indeed watching.

   Sarah gave Pupsiie a warm smile when she answered the door.  That smile
quickly disappeared once the girl was inside and the door closed.

   "Somebody has been a bad little girl," Sarah growled.

   Pupsiie knew she was due a punishment.  It didn't come right away
though. Instead they sat on the couch and watched TV.  While it seemed
rather normal, Pupsiie knew better.  Pupsiie guessed that Sarah was just
buying time until she knew for sure Grace was long gone for work.  Sure
enough, an hour later the TV suddenly flickered off.

   "Do you have any idea how much I have sacrificed for you?" Sarah said
calmly.  "I sold my house and moved into this rat trap to be near you. 
Hell, I even got myself moved to the nightshift so I could spend my days
with you.  Do you have any idea how boring it is to be a night time
security guard?"

   Sarah paused for a moment so it could all sink in.  The puzzled look on
Pupsiie's face told her not much was being soaked up.

   "You and Jane weren't just a coincidence," Sarah explained.  "We have
had our eye on you for some time now.  This isn't the first time we have
played with you either.  Do you remember Linda and her 'boyfriend'?"

   Sarah didn't know exactly what Linda and Robert did to Pupsiie but she
was certain it wasn't pleasant for the girl.  The look of horror on the
girl's face confirmed this.

   "I'm not in charge, but I managed to convince them that we should take
it easy on you," Sarah continued.  "First I talked them into giving you a
long break.  Then this whole elaborate plan was devised in order to try to
convince you that all of this was for your own good.  Had it worked then
life would have been rather easy for you.  I would have done some things
with you that you didn't like but overall you would have felt it was all
for the best.  In fact, you would have eventually been happy with the
situation.

   "It was working also.  But then you had to go and ruin it all by
refusing to voluntarily come to my trailer.  All is not lost though.  They
have still agreed to let me be in charge of you.  However, I'm not going to
be able to be as nice to you as I had hoped.  Do you understand?"

   The whole tale was a lie of course.  But there was just enough truth in
there to make it somewhat believable.  Well, believable for an 11 year old
girl that was partially trained as a sex slave.

   This new approach was indeed Sarah's idea.  When Pupsiie refused to open
her door that first day Sarah had contacted Robert and convinced him that a
different approach was needed.  This new approach was basically the same
approach Sarah wanted to take from day one.  Basically just come straight
out and blackmail and threaten the girl and forget about all these other
stupid mind games.

   The truth was that Robert's plan was working.  The refusal to open the
door that first day was just a minor glitch.  They could have used the same
babysitter ploy and gotten the girl back on track.  No matter how hard
Sarah tried though, she just couldn't get comfortable with Robert's plan.
It just seemed a thousand times more complex than it had to be.

   While Robert seemed steadfast in sticking with his plan, Sarah hoped
that their recent sexual activities might give her a little leverage.  And
it did.  Robert still gave a good fight but eventually he caved.

   "Let me spell it out for you," Sarah said when Pupsiie didn't answer. 
"If I don't take control of you then someone else will.  If it's not Robert
then it will probably be Linda.  If it's not Linda then it will be Jane. 
And if it's not Jane then it could be one of a dozen other people.

   "However, unlike them, I'm giving you a choice.  If you don't want me
training you then all you have to do is say so and I give you my word I
will go away and you will never see me again.  Just be aware that once I'm
gone someone else will take my place.  Maybe they will buy this trailer and
train you here or maybe they will just toss you in a van and train you in
some dark cellar somewhere.  But no matter what happens or who you tell, it
will eventually happen.  It is up to you to decide how bad the experience
will be for you."

   It was a lot of information for such a young girl to process.  Even one
as smart as Pupsiie.  Sarah knew this and gave the girl several minutes to
think about it.

   Pupsiie looked down at her own lap as she tried to make heads or tails
out of everything Sarah was telling her.  A lot of what she said seemed to
confuse Pupsiie even more.  Like, what did Sarah mean by "training"?  It
obviously had something to do with sex, but what was she training for
exactly?

   On top of that, what Pupsiie did understand sounded absurd on the
surface.  It all just couldn't be true.  Yet, there was so much evidence to
support it.  For example, how could she know about Robert and Linda if what
she said wasn't true?

   It wasn't all the evidence though that finally convinced Pupsiie to
accept Sarah as her "trainer".  It was the fact that even if she tossed all
those facts and Sarah's story out the window the older woman still had that
damned video.

   Pupsiie had no clue what Sarah wanted to do to her but it couldn't
possibly be worse than what that boy, Jane and Linda did to her.  And it
certainly couldn't be as bad as her mom seeing that tape.

   "I want you to train me," Pupsiie finally whispered.

   "Smart choice," Sarah said as she soothed the girl by running her
fingers through her long blonde hair.  "You have made mommy very happy. 
But you were a bad girl these last couple days.  So, I want you to go into
my bedroom, take off all your clothes, kneel on the floor and then lean
over the edge of the bed.  I'm going to change into a little costume and
then I will be in there to punish you."

   Sarah said it very calmly, but Pupsiie could tell that the punishment
was probably going to be severe.  Part of her deep down knew she deserved
it also.  Especially if any of what Sarah had told her was true.  Here this
woman had gone to extreme lengths to look out for her well being and
Pupsiie had turned around and spit in her face.

   Pupsiie still wasn't completely convinced of the ridiculous story.  But
it didn't matter.  She still had no choice but to obey.  For now anyway. 
Once she found where Sarah hid that video disc then she would reassess her
options.

   Pupsiie was crying by the time she got to Sarah's room.  Her situation
seemed so hopeless to her.  The ironic part was that in reality, Pupsiie
had all the power.  She was very smart, but she was still a young girl. 
She was also partially trained already.  As such, she didn't process data
the same as most adults might.  Sarah's plan was counting on this.  In a
year or two Pupsiie probably would be old enough to realize all the cards
are really in her hands, but by then she would be long since fully trained.

   Pupsiie was so destraught that she was naked and leaning over the bed
for almost 5 minutes before it even dawned on her that she should have
tried searching the room for where the video might be hidden.  It was
possible there might be more than one copy, so she wouldn't dare do
anything if she found a copy.  However, knowing where one copy was would be
a big first step.

   It was too late now.  Sarah would be coming to the room any time now. 
If she got caught searching for the video then Sarah would surely find an
even better hiding spot.  Pupsiie was sure her punishment would be
significantly worse also.

   At one point, Pupsiie managed to get her crying under control.  The
longer she waited though, the worse it became for her emotionally.  It
wasn't long and she started sobbing again.

   Five minutes turned into ten and then fifteen.  The longer she waited,
the more she chastised herself for not searching the room earlier.  Several
times she thought about getting up to search the room anyway.  However,
each time she would start to build up enough nerve to do so she would hear
a small noise in the trailer.  And even when there was dead silence,
Pupsiie couldn't help but wonder if maybe Sarah wasn't already at the door
waiting for her to do something stupid.

   The truth was, Sarah hadn't even gotten up from the couch.  She had a
special remote that allowed her to redirect the hidden camera feeds to the
living room TV.  She just sat there and watched Pupsiie kneel at the bed.
She did this for a few reasons.

   The most obvious one was that it turned her on.  She also knew that the
longer she made Pupsiie wait, the more it would fuck with the girl's mind.
And that was pretty much the whole point behind the punishment in the first
place.

   The final, and equally important reason was to test the girl.  It gave
Pupsiie plenty of time to analyze her situation.  Just because she stayed
kneeling at the bed didn't necessarily give a good indication of how well
trained she was.  However, it did give Sarah a good idea of how much
control she had over the little girl.  If Pupsiie didn't try to back out of
the arrangement during this wait, then it was a good indication she
wouldn't do anything stupid once Sarah sent her back home later.

   Pupsiie didn't realize it, but this particular day she could have gotten
out of a spanking had she not stayed kneeling at the bed.  Had she gotten
up, Sarah would have needed to use more caution with the girl.  Part of
that would have included leaving no physical evidence of abuse.  Sarah
would have still humiliated the girl, but a red bottom would have been out
of the question this first visit.  Possibly even for the next week or two.

   But Pupsiie did stay kneeling.  So, after going into Jane's room to don
the mistress outfit, Sarah opened Jane's top dresser drawer.  This was
where most of the punishment tools were kept.

   Each item in the drawer were common things one might find around the
house.  However, when you put them all together in one spot it became clear
what you planned to use them for.

   Originally, Sarah had planned to give Pupsiie a simple bare hand
spanking.  However, Pupsiie's obvious obedience showed that Sarah could get
away with inflicting a lot more pain than that.

   The first thing that caught her eye was a 6-foot length of thin Nylon
rope.  If you fold the rope a few times then you have a very effective
makeshift cat o' nine tails.  It was something Jane showed her how to do
and Sarah was very anxious to try it out.  However, she feared she might
get a little carried away during this first punishment and accidently leave
some welts on the girl.  That might be okay a few weeks from now, but
leaving that kind of evidence was way too dangerous this early in the game.

   She passed over a whisk, leather belt and a few other items for the same
reason.  She eventually narrowed it down to a spatula and a ping-pong
paddle.  The paddle was much better suited for the job; however, Sarah
decided on the spatula.  It turned Sarah on knowing that every time Pupsiie
or her mom cooked dinner, the girl would probably see a spatula and be
reminded of her new mistress.

   Sarah looked into Jane's full length mirror after changing into her
outfit.  She couldn't help but laugh at how funny she looked holding the
spatula while in her mistress outfit.  It wasn't until then that Sarah
realized how silly the outfit in general looked.  Or at least how it might
look to someone not familiar with the symbolism behind it.

   "Fuck it," Sarah said as she quickly took the outfit off.

   The outfit would have distracted from the whole mother/daughter role
playing anyway.  She wasn't about to toss the outfit away though.  She
would wait and wear it in a month or two when Pupsiie was more aware of
what a mistress and slave was.

   While she didn't plan to wear the outfit, Sarah still wore the blonde
wig and the mask that covered her face from about nose up.  These two items
would actually work very well with the mother/daughter theme since the wig
was blonde like Pupsiie's mother.  Even the length was similar.  It was
just a coincidence...  but a very welcome one.

   Sarah wondered if Pupsiie would pick up on the similarities in the hair
color/style.  It was very possible she would.  Sarah wondered what else she
could do in the future to add to the illusion.  The next time she visited
Grace, Sarah would make sure she paid closer attention to how the woman
talked, walked, etc.

   Sarah would also check out what type of outfits Grace wore around the
house.  For that matter, she might have Pupsiie start bringing over some of
her mother's clothes.  Grace seemed to be similar in build, so the stuff
should fit.

   An evil smile grew on Sarah's face as she thought about all the
possibilities.  For example, she could make sure Pupsiie only brought over
clothes from the hamper.  This would make sure Grace never caught on that
someone else was wearing her clothes.  This would also ensure that Sarah
was wearing something that was fresh in Pupsiie's memory.  It would also
have her mother's smell on it.  Sarah started to get wet as she thought
about even wearing the other woman's underwear.  It would be so hot
watching Pupsiie lick and suck at the dirty underwear while Sarah was
wearing them.

   The more she thought about it, the more worthless her mistress outfit
seemed.  She paid too much money for the outfit though to just toss it
away. She decided she would keep it and maybe just wear it for special
ocassions.  She might also start wearing it full time if she ever managed
to get Grace in training as well.  After all, there wouldn't be any need
for mother/daughter role playing if she had the real thing.

   "Mommy is so proud of her little girl," Sarah said as she entered the
master bedroom and seen Pupsiie still kneeling at the bed.  "You are such a
good girl for waiting so patiently."

   Sarah sat on the bed and combed her fingers through the girl's hair as
she said this.  This gave Sarah an excuse to lay the spatula on the bed
where Pupsiie could get a good view of it.  She could tell Pupsiie seen it
because the little girl's sobs got even louder.

   "Have you ever had clothes pins on your nipples before," Sarah said
after a moment's silence.

   This really grabbed Pupsiie's attention.  She had been looking down at
the bed trying to ignore the spatula, but she couldn't help but look at
Sarah when the clothes pins were mentioned.  Pupsiie was a little surprised
and confused by the blond wig and mask, but her main concern was checking
to see if Sarah was holding any clothes pins.  She didn't see any.

   Pupsiie still almost peed herself at just the mention of the clothes
pins.  Linda had used clothes pins on her ultra sensitive nipples several
times.  Just the thought of it made Pupsiie shiver in fear.  She did manage
to nod to Sarah though.

   Sarah was caught off guard by Pupsiie's nod.  She knew Jane hadn't done
this to Pupsiie but should have realized Robert and his sister had.  In a
way, Sarah was a little disappointed.  She hadn't planned to use the
clothes pins this time but did plan to use them in the future.  Introducing
something new to the girl was going to be half the fun.  Something else
suddenly came to mind though.

   "Good, then you will have some idea what it would feel like to have
those clothes pins used on your pussy," Sarah whispered into the girl's
ear. "Don't worry, I don't plan to do that to you today.  Hopefully, I
won't ever have to do that to you.

   "It's all up to you though.  There are many things I will be training
you to do, but the number one thing is for you to show respect and always
do what you are told.  Do you understand?"

   The truth was that Pupsiie still had a million questions that needed to
be answered before she would truly understand.  It didn't take a rocket
scientist to understand the concept of showing respect and doing what you
are told.  So, she nodded.

   Pupsiie's nod was rewarded with a hard spank on her ass.

   "You speak when I ask you a question," Sarah growled.

   "I understand!" Pupsiie quickly replied before Sarah decided to hit her
again.

   However, she was rewarded with yet another spank from Sarah's bare hand.

   "Close, but you need to show more respect than that," Sarah said as she
delivered yet another spank.

   "I understand, mommy!" Pupsiie replied.

   Sarah was actually looking for the word "ma'am" but "mommy" was even
better.  As reward, she put her hand on the girl's rump and softly rubbed
the pain away.

   "Where's your plug?" Sarah asked when she realized the girl wasn't
wearing it.

   "I...I threw it away," Pupsiie managed to say as her sobs got worse. 
"I'm sorry, mommy.  I'm sorry."

   Pupsiie tossed the plug into the trash on the second day once she
thought the standoff was in place.  She had hoped that Sarah would have
forgotten about it.

   "You make it very hard for mommy to take it easy on you," Sarah said
after taking a few deep breaths for effect.

   "I'm sorry, mommy," Pupsiie said yet again.  She didn't know what else
to say.  The trash had already been picked up so there was no getting it
back.

   "You do realize that if one of the others were training you they would
definitely use the clothes pins," Sarah said in a calm voice.  "They would
probably put a couple on each of your cunt lips.  They might even put one
on your little nubbin."

   It was a rhetorical question but Pupsiie still tried to answer.  Nothing
came out but sobs though.  What was worse was that Pupsiie felt she
actually deserved such a harsh punishment.  She didn't understand why she
felt this way, but she did.

   "Shh...  don't worry sugar, mommy won't let them get their hands on
you," Sarah whispered as she wiped tears from Pupsiie's cheek.

   At that, Sarah put her left hand on Pupsiie's back to hold her in place
and grabbed the spatula with her right.  The spatula made a light whooshing
sound as it pushed the air aside on it's quick journey to Pupsiie's butt.
There was then a small splat as it contacted the little girl's rump.

   "Oh!" Pupsiie let out.  The spatula might not make a lot of noise but it
delivered more than it's share of pain.

   "Make mommy proud and take your punishment like a big girl," Sarah said
before bringing the spatula down again.

   Pupsiie took the next 10 hits in complete silence.  The pain became too
much for her though and she started grunting and groaning on each hit
following that.  She wanted to be a good girl though so she kept the noise
to a minimum.  She got 30 swats total.  She managed to keep from begging,
but just barely.

   "You're doing good sugar, we are almost half way done," Sarah said
softly.

   "Almost half way done!?" Pupsiie thought to herself in horror.  There
was no way she could handle 5 more let alone 30-plus.

   It was hard for Sarah not to laugh at the look Pupsiie gave her.  She
held it together though.  Pupsiie closed her eyes tightly and gritted her
teeth when she seen the spatula raise again.  The spatula didn't swing down
though.

   "Actually, maybe you have had enough," Sarah said after a moment.  "Do
you think you have learned your lesson and will be respectful and obedient
from now on?"

   "Yes, mommy!" Pupsiie eagerly replied.

   "Hmm, I don't know," Sarah said.  "You do realize that I will be
teaching you how to do many things you won't like doing.  Some, like the
plug, might even be a little painful.  Are you sure you will do your best
to obey when I tell you to do these things?"

   "Yes, mommy; I swear!" Pupsiie said.  Anything to stop the spanking.

   "Okay, stand up and have a seat on the bed then," Sarah said after a
pause.

   Pupsiie had been kneeling so long that she had trouble standing up. 
Once she managed to finally stand she took a moment to rub her sore butt.

   "When I tell you to do something you need to react a lot faster than
that," Sarah growled.  "I was going to let you sit on the soft covers, but
now you will need to sit on this as a reminder to move faster next time."

   At that, Sarah pulled a 2-foot square piece of hard plastic out from
under her bed.  It was somewhat transparent and not very thick.  However,
it had short nubs all over one side of it.  Sarah created the thing by
cutting the square out from an office carpet floor mat.

   It was a pretty simple item to create but Sarah was still proud of it.
It was the first item she had thought up on her own.  Even Robert admitted
he hadn't used something like it before.  That said, she was sure she
wasn't the first to think of it, but it still made her happy to know she
thought of it on her own.

   Pupsiie gave Sarah a strange look as the woman placed the plastic on the
bed.  Her eyes got big though when she noticed the spikes all over it.  For
a very brief instant, Pupsiie almost asked for the remainder of her
spanking to be administered instead.  Then she remembered how much the
spanking had hurt.  Anything would be better than that.

   Pupsiie wasn't as convinced of this when her sore red butt came into
contact with the plastic nubs.

   "Please, mommy," Pupsiie begged as she straightened back up.  She even
used her "special" voice.  It was a tone she used on her real mom whenever
she really really wanted to get out of having to do something.  And boy did
she not want to sit on those spikes.

   "Sit!" Sarah growled in response.

   Pupsiie did as she was ordered, but she used her leg muscles and hands
to hold most of her weight off the plastic sheet.  Sarah could tell what
the girl was doing but ignored it.  For now she was satisfied with watching
the girl struggle to hold her weight up.

   Pupsiie blushed as Sarah moved closer.  Sarah didn't stop until her
right breast was just in front of Pupsiie's mouth.  For an instant, a look
of disgust showed on Pupsiie's face.  Sarah knew it wasn't the thought of
sucking a girl's nipple that really disgusted Pupsiie.  It was the freakish
size of the nipples.

   Normally, Sarah would have been embarrassed and ashamed by the long
nipples and the reaction they often got.  However, now it turned her on
knowing Pupsiie found them disgusting.  The little bitch was going to have
to suck them regardless.

   Pupsiie just stared at the nipple and blushed further.  She knew what
Sarah wanted but she was too turned off to comply at first.  Pupsiie gave
in though about 10 seconds later when it became clear Sarah didn't plan to
give up on the idea.  Pupsiie's hand and leg muscles were already tiring
out.  She took the large nipple into her mouth and started sucking on it in
hopes it would get Sarah to let her stand up.

   Sarah made Pupsiie suckle at the nipple for over a minute before she
pulled it away and fed her the other breast.  Pupsiie let out a groan of
dispair when she realized she would be over the mat for at least another
minute or two.  Her legs already felt like jello and her arms were quickly
giving out as well.

   The pain from the hard plastic nubs were becoming exponentially worse as
more and more of her weight settled down on them.  As a result, her mouth
became more and more eager as they sucked at Sarah's large nipple.

   The sensation Pupsiie was causing Sarah's nipple was heavenly.  Sarah
wanted the girl to continue for hours on end, but she knew it wasn't right
to make the girl sit on the nubs that long.

   "How about you give mommy a nice hug and kiss for being so nice to you,"
Sarah said as she pulled her nipple from Pupsiie's mouth.

   This was something that Sarah knew Robert wouldn't be happy about.  He
told her on several occasions that she shouldn't show Pupsiie too much
intimacy.  Sarah didn't care though.  She just had to kiss the little girl.
What was the point of having such a cute little slave if she wasn't going
to get to kiss the precious thing.

   Pupsiie let out a sigh of relief as Sarah pulled the girl tight against
her and lifted her up from the bed.  The plastic nubs stuck to her butt for
a second before they gave up their grip and the sheet fell back to the bed.

   The sheet was quickly replaced by one of Sarah's hands.  The hand was
meant only to help support the girl, but Sarah couldn't help but let her
middle finger snake up Pupsiie's asshole.

   The finger caught the little girl by surprise.  It also shocked her that
it actually didn't feel all that bad.  She was certain that just 30 minutes
ago the finger would have caused lots of discomfort.  The recent use of the
spatula and plastic sheet had caused a drastic change in the girl's
perspective.  At least temporarily.

   She wasn't given much time to linger on the thought.  Once Sarah had her
supported, the older woman brought her mouth to Pupsiie's and started
kissing her.  Sarah could tell the girl didn't have much practice in this
area, so she started out slow with just lip on lip kisses.  It wasn't long
before she moved on to open mouth kissing and then French kissing.

   Pupsiie eagerly kissed back.  She even put her hands around Sarah's neck
in order to hold on tighter.  Sarah could tell though that Pupsiie wasn't
really enjoying the kiss.  The girl was just scared of being placed back
down on the plastic sheet.  That was fine with Sarah.  In fact, the kiss
felt even better knowing that Pupsiie probably found the act both
disgusting and humiliating.

   Linda and Jane kissed Pupsiie a few times but those kisses were nothing
like this one.  Those kisses had been mechanical and without feeling. 
Pupsiie wasn't sure, but she guessed the two girls had only kissed her in
order to embarrass her or possibly test if she was gay or something. 
Sarah's kiss, however, was nothing like that.  Pupsiie could tell by the
passion behind it that Sarah enjoyed the kiss.  For some reason this seemed
to embarrass and even gross Pupsiie out a lot more than Linda and Jane's
kisses had.

   Pupsiie wasn't about to complain or even try to break the kiss.  Tasting
another girl's spit was still much better than feeling pain.

   The kiss was so strong that Pupsiie started to get light headed.  She
wasn't used to this kind of kissing and was having trouble timing her
breathing.  For an instant her head seemed to spin and she thought she
might be passing out.  But then she realized that Sarah was actually moving
her.

   First she felt herself raised as Sarah stood up.  Pupsiie knew she was
much too short for her feet to reach the floor so she quickly wrapped her
legs around Sarah's waist and hugged the older woman even tighter with her
arms.

   Sarah broke the kiss a couple times to get her bearings, but Pupsiie's
head was swimming too much to make out where they were headed.  As she
floated across the room, Pupsiie felt almost like she did whenever she
would fall asleep on the couch and her real mom would carry her half
sleeping body to her bedroom.  Minus the kiss of course.  Like those times
with her mom though, Pupsiie for some reason felt safe in Sarah's embrace.

   At first she thought they were headed for the living room.  But they
came to another door.  This could only mean they were going into Jane's
room or...

   "Why were they going into the bathroom," Pupsiie wondered when she
suddenly realized what door they were going into.

   Pupsiie wanted to ask but didn't dare break the kiss.  For that matter,
she wouldn't have dared ask even if they weren't kissing.  The last thing
she wanted was to give Sarah a reason to spank her again.

   As Sarah stood there holding Pupsiie in the bathroom, she started to
work her middle finger in and out of the girl's asshole.  On one insertion,
however, the finger seemed to go in much further.  Pupsiie then realized it
wasn't Sarah's finger up her asshole.  She was so shocked that she finally
broke the kiss in order to look behind her.  As she suspected, Sarah was
feeding an enema nozzle up her.

   "Please, mo..."

   Pupsiie's plea was cut off by Sarah kissing her again.

   In the past week or so, Pupsiie had started to get used to the enemas
Jane gave her.  However, the one and only time Sarah had given her one it
had hurt.  There had been lots more water than what Jane always gave her
and it had been much hotter also.  She only got a quick glance behind her
but it looked like the enema bag was just as full as the last time.

   "Mmm..." Pupsiie moaned into Sarah's mouth when she felt the warm liquid
sudden shoot deep into her asshole.

   Jane always checked the temperature of the water and made sure it wasn't
over 105 degrees.  The water currently filling her guts had to be at least
115 degrees.  It didn't feel like her insides were being scalded, but it
did feel dangerously close.

   Pupsiie had to concentrate to keep her insides from cramping up in an
effort to eject the hot liquid.  As much as she would like to expel the
liquid, she didn't dare allow such a thing.  She made that mistake with
Jane once.  Jane whipped Pupsiie with a belt as she made the girl mop the
mess up with her long blonde hair.  The liquid had come out pretty clear,
but no matter how much she washed her hair, for days Pupsiie swore she
could smell the stinch of excrement coming from it.

   Right when Pupsiie thought she would have no choice but to expel the
fluid, the flow suddenly stopped.  She didn't have to look back to know
there was still lots left in the bag.  She had taken only a couple cups at
most.

   As the kiss continued, Pupsiie noticed that her insides started to glow.
It puzzled her for a few seconds.  Then she realized what it was.  It was
the special alcohol Jane always used on her.  Sarah was indeed taking it
easy on her.  Pupsiie started returning Sarah's kiss with even more
enthusiasm.  It was the only thing she could think of to express her
gratitude to the older woman.

   "Mmm..." Pupsiie moaned as the water started shooting up her asshole
again.

   At least half the bag emptied into Pupsiie's bowels before the flow was
stopped again.  It was very uncomfortable, but nothing like it would have
been had it not been for that nice glow.

   While Pupsiie was in discomfort, Sarah was in heaven.  Kissing the girl
was better than she ever dreamed it could be.  Giving Pupsiie an enema
while she did it made it even hotter.  And that was in more ways than just
one.  The warm water was causing Pupsiie to sweat and warm up.  This was
especially true for the little girl's tummy.  Sarah could literally feel
Pupsiie's tummy begin to distend and heat up.  It felt almost like they had
a hot water bottle between them.

   Pupsiie had just over a quarter gallon of water inside her.  Sarah found
it tempting to let another quarter gallon dump into the girl's bowels. 
Sarah decided not to.  Not this time anyway.  She was sure the girl would
loose control of her bowels if that much was used.  While it would be
exciting to see that happen, Sarah knew that it would also ruin the mood.

   "If mommy let you sit on the toilet do you think you could kiss her
special place as well as you kissed her lips?" Sarah said as she
reluctantly broke the kiss.

   "Yes, mommy!" Pupsiie eagerly replied.

   Pupsiie was so eager to empty her bowels that she probably would have
sold her soul had she been asked.  In a way, she was kind of doing just
that.  Even with the drug taking affect, the little girl knew that once she
kissed Sarah's "special place" there would be no going back.  Even if she
found where Sarah hid the video and was able to stop this nightmare, a part
of herself would never be free of the woman.  She would always know she
kissed her down there.

   Pupsiie let out a sigh of relief when she felt the nozzle removed from
her anus.  A second later she felt herself being lowered to the toilet.

   "Not yet," Sarah warned.

   Thanks to Jane, Pupsiie knew the enema rules all to well.  She wasn't
allowed to empty her bowels until given permission to do so.

   It was hard holding the fluid inside, but it was considerably easier now
that she wasn't hugging Sarah so tight.

   Sarah stood several feet away for about a minute as she stretched a
little.  Pupsiie wasn't that heavy but Sarah's muscles had stiffened up a
little from holding the girl so long.

   As Sarah stretched, Pupsiie couldn't help but look the woman's body
over. She had to admit that Sarah didn't look all that bad.  She especially
envied the woman's breasts.  Well, the size of them anyway.  The long
nipples still grossed Pupsiie out a little.  Pupsiie blushed when she
remembered eagerly sucking on them earlier.  This made her remember what
she was going to have to suck next.

   "Oh, God, I'm going to kiss mommy down there," Pupsiie thought as her
gaze quickly went to Sarah's cunt.

   A second later, Pupsiie chastised herself for thinking "mommy" and not
"Sarah".  She was more angry at herself than grossed out.  After all, her
real mom would never do something like this in a million years.  Thus,
referencing Sarah as her "mommy" was a major insult to her real mom.  That
of course didn't mean she planned to stop calling Sarah by the title when
required.  But she could at least stop thinking it.

   When Sarah stepped closer, Pupsiie bent forward and started licking at
the woman's cunt.  This cuased Sarah to spread her legs further in order to
give the young girl better access.

   "Boy, you really are an eager little slut," Sarah said with a chuckle.
"That's not mommy's special place though."

   Pupsiie pulled her head back and looked up at Sarah in confusion.  She
blushed when she seen the older woman smiling back down at her.  Sarah then
slowly turned around and bent over slightly.

   For an instant, Pupsiie was still confused as Sarah presented her ass to
the girl.  She then blushed deep red when it dawned on her exactly where
Sarah wanted her to "kiss" her.

   "You have been a good girl so far," Sarah said when she heard Pupsiie
starting to sob behind her.  "Don't ruin everything now by backing out.  I
would hate to have to get out your special seat again."

   Pupsiie's sobbing didn't stop, but a few seconds later Sarah felt the
little girl's tear soaked face press against her ass cheeks.  At first,
Pupsiie tried to get away with just kissing each ass cheek.  She even
licked at them a little.

   Sarah found it real cute how the girl thought she could get off so
easily.  She let Pupsiie think this for over a minute before she finally
gave the girl orders to start working on her asshole.

   "Use your hands to spread my cheeks so you can get your face in there
real good," Sarah instructed.

   To Sarah's surprise, the girl actually did it.  She thought for sure she
was going to have to punish her first.  Pupsiie kept sobbing but she went
right to work on Sarah's asshole.  At first she just gave it little kisses.
After a minute of this the girl started licking at it.

   "Stick your tongue inside so you can get a really good taste of mommy,"
Sarah said after another minute passed.

   Again to her surprise, the little devil did it.  This made Sarah very
happy.  Not only did it feel good, but the whole ass licking had been
another test to see how far along Pupsiie's training had progressed. 
Getting the girl to tongue her asshole without having to punish her first
was a very good sign.

   Sarah let the girl tongue her asshole for several minutes before she
pulled away.

   "Mommy is very proud of her little girl," Sarah said as she turned
around.

   Sarah almost came when she seen Pupsiie's face.  It was wet with tears
and beet red from the humiliation.  There was also this stunned look on the
girl's face that kind of screamed, "Oh my God, I just stuck my tongue up
mommy's asshole." You know the look.

   Sarah just had to cum, so she stepped up to the girl and spread her legs
the best she could.  Pupsiie got the message and started licking.  Pupsiie
was reaching all the good parts, but Sarah just had to have the girl's
tongue everywhere.  So, Sarah raised her right foot and put it on the edge
of the bathtub.  This gave Pupsiie unrestricted access.

   Pupsiie's insides were screaming for relief, so she took full advantage
of the new access.  As she sucked on the woman's clit and licked at her
hole, Pupsiie was surprised to find that the taste wasn't all that
different than Jane or Linda's.  There was a difference, but not as much as
she had expected.  It would have been nice had it not tasted as gross, but
she figured she was lucky it at least didn't taste any worse.

   "Fuck!  You are going to make mommy cum," Sarah groaned as her climax
approached.

   Sarah could tell that this climax was going to be an extra wet one. 
Even more wet than the ones she had with Jane.  This gave Sarah an idea for
one more test for Pupsiie.

   "Here it comes baby," Sarah warned.  "Open your mouth wide so that mommy
can cum in it.  And don't you dare spit any of it out."

   At that, Sarah bit her lower lip hard and started cuming.  To say the
climax was wet was a major understatement.  Sarah almost always squirted,
but this time she squirted a ton.  She literally showered Pupsiie's face
with her cum.  Pupsiie's mouth was overflowing by the time Sarah finished.

   Sarah found the stunned look on Pupsiie's face absolutely priceless.

   "Don't worry sugar, mommy didn't pee on you," Sarah said as she read the
girl's expression.  "Mommy would never pee in your mouth without warning
you first."

   While Pupsiie was glad it wasn't pee, she was still grossed out.  And
that last sentence from Sarah really concerned her.  Would Sarah actually
some day pee in her mouth?  A better question was whether Pupsiie would sit
there and let the woman do it.  Pupsiie liked to believe the answer to both
questions was "no".  But she wasn't so sure after today's activities.

   "Swallow that down and then you can relieve yourself," Sarah instructed.

   Pupsiie closed her mouth but didn't swallow.  Instead she looked up at
Sarah and plead with her eyes.  Sarah was smiling down at the girl.  When
Pupsiie delayed, that smile disappeared and was replaced with anger. 
Pupsiie didn't dare delay any longer so she closed her eyes tight and
started swallowing.

   The liquid was all gone before it dawned on her that it hadn't had much
taste at all.  That made it no less disgusting though.  It took all her
willpower not to be sick.

   "Good girl," Sarah praised.

   Pupsiie just looked up at Sarah with a hint of disgust and anger on her
face.  This upset Sarah.

   "Smile," Sarah growled.  "You should always feel extra special whenever
you have a belly full of mommy's cum."

   Pupsiie tried to smile but couldn't.  She was too busy crying and
relieving her bowels.

   9.  (Warning: This section is pretty warped and even contains a short
snuff scene.  It was necessary though for the overall Robert Series plot.)

   Robert wasn't happy with the recent turn of events.  He didn't like his
orders being disobeyed.  But he especially didn't like the way Sarah
somehow managed to convince him that her plan was better than his.  Sure,
maybe her plan was just as good as his.  But when did that really matter?
He was in charge.  Therefore they should use his plan.

   Yet, he had given in to her.  He knew darn well that it was because of
the recent change in their relationship.  He could just tell that using her
plan instead of his would make Sarah happy.  And for some reason he wanted
Sarah to be happy.

   Sarah's control over him really concerned Robert.  It was for this
reason that Robert decided to cut his visit short.  A part of him really
liked being around Sarah and he didn't want to leave her so soon, but this
convinced him even further that he needed to leave sooner rather than
later. He knew that the longer he stayed the more control she would get
over him.  That just wasn't acceptable.

   He still had non Sarah related business to attend too though.  Something
he had been planning for some time now.  Put bluntly, there was someone he
needed to kill.

   Robert hated his grandfather with a passion.  If there was anyone that
deserved death then it was probably him.  However, there was someone Robert
hated even more.  That was Steve.

   Steve was a boy Robert ran across just over a year ago.  Well, actually
it was Steve that ran across Robert's sister, Linda.  At the time, Linda
and Robert were living in their uncle's house in Kansas.  Long story short,
Linda ran away from home and went to Steve for shelter.  As payment for
that shelter, Steve raped Linda multiple times and even shared her with
some friends.

   Robert not only found out about all of this but also later discovered
that Steve was molesting and raping a lot of the local children.  That
said, Robert had no major beef with any of the above.  Sure, he was a
little ticked about the rape of his sister but it wasn't like she didn't
deserve it.  No, what really pissed Robert off was that Steve had gotten
his sister's cherry.  Her cunt anyway.  That was unacceptable in Robert's
book.

   Robert wanted Linda to think of him every time she got fucked.  But
Steve had stolen that from him.  Now whenever she took a dick up her twat
it would be Steve she thought of first.

   Getting his hands on the guy was pretty simple.  The boy had to be close
to 18 years old and yet he still spent most of his time in his tree house.
It was a very nice treehouse.  It looked just like a miniature real house.
It looked like it even had insulation in the walls to help keep it warm in
the winter.  Still, the boy was way too old for such a thing.

   But, it's not like Steve had much of a choice.  He had to take his
little victims somewhere didn't he?

   Robert set up a hidden camera in the tree house the very first day he
got to Kansas.  The signal could only be picked up by Robert when he was in
the neighborhood.  Robert didn't want people to remember his face so he
didn't visit the area that often.  Still, he managed to get footage of the
boy raping 3 different little girls before he decided to remove the camera.
The girls didn't scream or claw at Steve but you could tell it was still
rape.  They cried the whole time he fucked them.

   Robert couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the girls.  Well, two
of them anyway.  One of them acted like she might be a submissive.  He
could tell that part of her was getting off on the rape.  She may not
realize that now, but Robert was sure that once she started going through
puberty in a few years she would look back on the incident and masturbate
to it.  The other two girls though appeared to be normal girls.  It just
wasn't right to rape a girl that wasn't a submissive.  At least not without
trying to convert her into one.  But Steve wasn't trying to do that.  He
was just fucking them and sending them on their way.

   As a result, Robert knew it was just a matter of time before the boy got
caught.  Hell, he was amazed Steve had made it this far.  This made Steve a
high security risk.  Steve knew basically what was going on between Robert
and Linda.  If he were caught he might try to work some kind of deal by
turning Robert in.

   Steve's recklessness would now work to Robert's benefit though.  Once
the boy disappeared there would be an investigation.  It wouldn't take them
long to discover what Steve had been doing to the little girls.  Hell, DNA
samples from the carpet in tree house alone would probably identify at
least a half dozen of his victims.

   The investigation would quickly become a man hunt for a rapist.  The
investigation would quickly switch away from the local area.  They would
start searching bus stations and such throughout the state and then
nationally.

   Sure, after not being able to find any trace of the boy for 6 months or
a year, they might start to suspect the kid was murdered or something.  But
Robert doubted they would put that much effort into finding out who might
have done it.  Why would they?  So they could give the person a medal?  The
kid was raping little kids for goodness sake.  Chances are they wouldn't do
anything at all about their suspicions.  They would just put the case files
in a box and forget about it.

   Robert waited across the street from Steve's house until he seen the boy
sneak out.  Robert then snuck into their back yard and hid in the bushes
not far from the tree house.  Robert figured the boy was off to collect one
of his victims.

   Robert hadn't bothered to investigate exactly how Steve got his victims.
Not in detail anyway.  His guess was that he initially molested them and
possibly even raped them during the day time.  Then once he had the fear of
God in them he would set up appointments with them.  He would meet them in
the playground and tell them to unlock their windows that night at a
certain time.  He would then help them out of the window and bring them
back to the tree house for some fun.  It was all speculation, but it was as
good a theory as any.

   As he suspected, Steve soon returned with a little girl in hand.  This
girl looked to be about 9 years old.  It was dark out and Robert's vantage
point wasn't that great.  However, Robert could still tell the girl was
well aware of what was going to happen in the tree house.  She wasn't
crying yet, but she was very close to it.

   Steve ushered the girl up the tree house's ladder first.  Robert planned
on him doing this.  It didn't take a brain surgeon to know he would do it.
It's exactly what Robert would have done.  You hold her hand all the way to
the backyard so she won't decide to run and then you send her up first for
the same reason.

   Once the girl was inside, Steve looked around to make absolute sure no
one had seen them.  Then he started up the ladder himself.  He only made it
up 2 steps.  He stopped when he heard a rustling in the bushes behind him.
He turned his head just in time to see Robert plunge a needle into his rear
end.  He stood there in stunned confusion for a couple seconds and then his
eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell to the ground.

   The next few minutes were the riskiest part of Robert's plan.  He had to
get the boy to the ally behind the house where he had a car waiting.  He
was going to use his uncle's car for this but had decided on a rental
instead.  Both were risky.  He doubted that anyone seeing the car in the
area that night would bother to take down the license number.  However, his
uncle didn't live far away...  someone might recognize that car.  Someone
would probably recognize a rental car when they seen it also.  This could
lead cops to the rental agencies and possible video surveillance footage.

   Of course, stealing a car had been an option also.  While this reduced
the risk of him being tied back to the car later it significantly increased
the risk of him being caught with Steve in the trunk.  If the car had been
reported as stolen already or if a cop simply pulled him over for a traffic
violation then Robert would be toast.

   Robert decided the rental was considerably less dangerous.  If they
suspected his uncle in any way, whether kidnapping or providing shelter to
Steve, then they would search his house.  They wouldn't find Steve of
course but they would find a lot of other stuff like Robert's other uncle
chained up in the basement.  Then there would be possible DNA in the car
itself.  All of this would eventually point to Robert.

   With the rental, however, the car could have come from dozens of places
in the local area and hundreds of places if it were rented from out of
state.  And since they wouldn't know when it was rented out or turned back
in, then they would have hundreds, if not thousands, of suspects.  And once
they found out about the rapes they would narrow the search to accomplices
instead of suspects.  This would mean looking for faces of locals...  which
Robert wasn't.  Nor was the false identity he used.

   His biggest concern during these few minutes was that of actually being
caught on the spot.  With his luck some fucking cop would decide to patrol
down that ally right when he was stuffing the kid into the trunk.

   He was sure the little girl would probably peek out of the door of the
tree house in confusion of why Steve hadn't come up yet.  But she wouldn't
be able to see anything through the leaves on the tree.  Especially this
late at night.  By the time she got the guts to climb down Robert would be
long gone.

   He wasn't caught though.  He was exhausted as hell from carrying the
slightly bigger boy, but he had managed to get the boy into the trunk and
drive away without anyone seeing him.  He pulled his mask off once he
reached the end of the ally and then did his best to calmly drive toward
the highway.  Once on the highway he headed straight for Dr.  Mike Kelly's
house.

   Robert was scared to death to be in Dr.  Kelly's presence.  The sick
fuck got off on carving people up.  Robert was only aware of one of the
doctor's victims, but it was entirely possible the guy had others.  Dr. 
Kelly didn't kill them though.  At least he hadn't done so with Nick, the
victim Robert was aware of.  No, Dr.  Kelly kept Nick for years and still
had him.  Poor Nick's body was riddled with thousands of scars from the
doctor's attentions.

   Dr.  Kelly acquired the guy something like 20 years ago when Nick was
still a child.  It had been a direct result of some of Robert's father's
activities at the time.  As such, Robert felt a little responsible for
Nick's situation.

   To make matters worse, Nick had never done anything to deserve the
doctor's attentions.  He was just an innocent boy in the wrong place at the
wrong time.

   "Do you have him?" Dr.  Kelly asked as he answered the door.

   "Open up the garage," Robert said in reply.

   Once the car was parked inside and the garage door was closed, Robert
popped the trunk.  As they carried the boy, Dr.  Kelly could tell that
Robert was in a rush to get everything over with.  He directed them into
the living room anyway and put Steve on the couch.

   "What's the big rush," Dr.  Kelly said with a chuckle.  "We have hours
before we have to worry about him waking up on his own.  You need something
to steady your nerves.  Come to my study with me and I will fix us a
drink."

   The last thing Robert wanted to do was get social with the doctor.  The
guy was a dangerous psycho.  The less time he spent with the guy the
better. Especially considering that Robert was as big, if not bigger,
security risk to Dr.  Kelly as Steve was to Robert.  It wouldn't surprise
him if the guy decided to add Robert to his collection.

   Among other things, it was Robert's hope that this joint venture of
theirs would lower any potential concern the doctor might have about Robert
turning him in.  After tonight, Robert would most likely face a murder
charge if he turned Dr.  Kelly in.  Of course, this also now made Dr. 
Kelly a little more of a security risk to Robert.  However, the doctor
didn't know Robert's real identity or anything else that would help the
cops track him down.

   Dr.  Kelly's study was very eerie.  He had various medical instruments
mounted on the walls.  He also had a collection of jars with pieces of
flesh in them.  Robert could only guess they were things like pieces of
liver, kidneys and what have you.  Human no doubt.  They were jars of
things Robert imagined you might find in a teaching hospital but wasn't so
sure it was common for them to be found in a doctor's study at home.

   Robert wasn't much of a drinker and couldn't tell exactly what Dr. 
Kelly was fixing them.  It came in a small glass so he figured it must be
hard alcohol.  Robert wasn't so hot on the idea of drinking something the
doctor gave him.  Sure, the doctor could overpower him, or inject him, or
probably do a dozen other things at any given time.  But drugging him would
work just as well and Robert seen no reason to cooperate in his own
abduction.

   The doctor must have understood his concern because he placed both
glasses on the desk and waited for Robert to choose which one he wanted. 
Dr.  Kelly then grabbed the other and took a big drink.  This put Robert at
little at ease but he knew how smart the doctor was.  It is possible both
were drugged and the doctor had already taken the antidote.

   To be on the safe side, Robert only took small sips.  Not that he had
much choice.  Whatever the drink was it was strong.  It burned all the way
down.

   "Good stuff, huh?" the doctor said with a chuckle.

   Robert only smiled back in return.  He hoped the doctor didn't plan to
wait till he finished the drink because the stuff tasted like dog piss.

   "So, what do you think of my little momentos?" the doctor said as he
used his left hand to gesture toward the jars.

   He then stood up and went to a shelf and grabbed one of the jars.  He
brought it back and placed it in the middle of the desk.

   "This is my most recent one," he said with a hint of glee in his voice.
"It's his left nut."

   Robert almost got sick when he realized what Dr.  Kelly was talking
about.  The jars contained pieces of Nick.

   "It's fascinating how many pieces you can take from someone without
killing them," Dr.  Kelly said as he stared across the room at all the
other jars.  "Believe it or not, I could probably fill a dozen more jars
and still keep him alive."

   It was clear to Robert that the doctor was just trying to scare him.  It
sure as fuck was working also.  Robert at least took solace in the fact
that the doctor probably wouldn't be bothering to scare him like this if he
planned to abduct him.  He was most likely just making sure Robert
understood the doctor wasn't someone to fuck with.  Like Robert didn't
already know that.

   Robert took a large swallow of the drink.  Drugged or not, he needed the
drink.  Plus, the more of it he drank, the faster the doctor might conclude
this little chat and finish their business.

   The doctor pointed out a few more choice cuts of Nick before bringing
his little speech to a close.  The room got dead silent for a minute and
then Dr.  Kelly asked something that Robert hadn't even considered.

   "What do you want me to do with the body?" the doctor asked.

   "How the fuck should I know?"

   That's what Robert wanted to say.  But he knew better than to piss the
doctor off.

   "Maybe burn it or poor acid on it," Robert replied.  "I'm sure whatever
you decide will be fine."

   The doctor seemed to be deep in thought for a moment and then there was
a small grin on his face.  No doubt he had thought of a good way of
disposing of the body.  He didn't say anything though.  That suited Robert
just fine.  He was already going to have nightmares about all of this,
there was no need to add to them with details of corpse disposal.

   "Well, we might as well get it over with," the doctor said after yet
another long minute of silence.

   Robert had finished about half his drink.  He could feel the effects of
the alcohol but that was all.  It was pretty doubtful that it was drugged.
Not that he could have done much about it at this point anyway.

   Getting Steve into the dungeon wasn't as easy as Robert expected.  He
had forgotten how tight the hidden passage was and how steep the stairs
were.  They dropped the boy a couple times but they didn't seem to break
any of his bones.  Not that this really mattered.

   Once they had Steve in the dungeon the doctor immediately started
stripping the boy.  As he took the clothes off he put them in a large
plastic bag.  He no doubt would burn the stuff later.

   "Very nice," the doctor said as he removed the last of the boy's
clothes.

   What the doctor did next caught Robert off guard.  He chained the boys
hands together in the front and shackled one of the legs to the wall.  Then
he gave the boy a shot of something that almost immediately brought him out
of his slumber.

   Robert felt tremendous guilt as the boy started asking what was going
on. He never expected to ever see the boy awake again.

   "You want to fuck him first don't you?" Dr.  Kelly said with a chuckle.

   "Uh, that really isn't my thing," Robert said after a long pause.  "I
usually only fuck people I plan to train.  Besides, I'm much too big.  It
would take weeks to stretch him out properly."

   "Hell, don't worry about that," the doctor said with yet another
chuckle. "I'm a doctor after all.  At least stick it in him and give him a
few pumps so we can see a little blood."

   Robert just wanted to finish their business and get the hell out of
there.  He had no desire to watch Steve suffer let alone participate in it.
But who was he fooling?  What he had arranged for Steve tonight was
considerably worse than busting the poor boy's asshole open.  So, Robert
unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

   Steve looked on in horror as Robert's huge dick came into view.  He
started to protest but the doctor slapped the boy across the face to shut
him up.  The doctor then grabbed a hand full of the kid's hair and pushed
his head down until the side of Steve's face was against the dirty floor
and his ass was pointed high into the air.

   Robert spotted a jar of vaselene on a shelf and walked over and grabbed
it.  He doubted it would make things much easier on Steve but it would at
least prevent Robert from pulling the skin off his own dick.

   When he reached down to apply the vaselene to his dick, Robert was
ashamed to find that he was rock hard.  Steve started to protest again when
Robert started coating the kid's asshole.  Robert instinctively gave Steve
a hard slap on his ass to shut him up.

   Even with Dr.  Kelly holding the kid's head in place, Robert knew Steve
would try to get away from the huge dick once the pain started.  So, Robert
reached down and grabbed Steve's nut sack and pulled back and up on it. 
The shape of Steve's large nuts could easily be seen in Robert's hand as he
pulled the nutsack tight.  The nuts weren't as big as his own, but Robert
was impressed with how elastic the boy's sack seemed to be.

   Robert was able to pull the nuts back at least 5 inches before it
appeared to cause Steve any serious pain.  He gave the kid about an inch of
slack and then used his other hand to aim his dick at Steve's asshole.  He
could tell just by looking at it that it was virgin.

   Steve grunted and tried to move his ass away as Robert started to apply
pressure.  Robert just pulled back on the boy's nuts to keep him in
position.  Now realizing why Robert had ahold of his nuts, Steve started
yelling obscenities out of anger.  However, as Robert applied more pressure
with his dick, the obscenities quickly became pleas for mercy.  Seconds
later they simply became screams of pain as the head of Robert's dick
popped inside the boy's asshole.

   Robert held his dick still for a minute.  He then slowly started to sink
deeper.  He knew the doctor wouldn't be happy until Robert was fully inside
the boy so he continued plowing forward long after he would have normally
stopped on a new slave.  He could only imagine what kind of damage he was
doing to the kid's insides.

   Despite this, Robert couldn't help but acknowledge how good Steve's ass
felt.  A small part of him even liked the idea of bringing the fucker a
little pain.  Robert's intention was just to shove his dick all the way up
the kid's asshole and then withdraw.  However, by the time he got all the
way inside and then most of the way out again, Robert just couldn't resist
plunging in one more time in order to enjoy that tight warm feeling.  Then
it was one more time and then another.  Before long he was drilling that
asshole and tugging on the boy's balls for all he was worth.

   Robert was getting good at delaying his climaxes for long periods of
time if he wanted.  He seen no need to do that here though.  The least he
could do was keep the fuck as short as possible for Steve.

   The boy let out a long groan as Robert came to a sudden stop behind him
and stiffened up.  The groan got slightly louder as he felt the sperm shoot
deep into his bowels.  Robert tried to analyze the moan but it was hard to
tell if the moan was that of pain or disgust.  It was most likely a mix of
both.

   As Robert pulled his dick out he let go of Steve's nuts.  The boy fell
over on his side in both pain and exhaustion.  Dr.  Kelly stood there
smiling as he watched the boy get into a fetal position and start crying.

   "That was just child's play," Dr.  Kelly said with a chuckle.  "Save
your tears for when I start working on you later."

   At that, the doctor turned his back on the kid and walked over to a
shelf and grabbed a stainless steal scalpel.  The surgical device didn't
have a spot of dirt on it.  Robert had noticed it earlier.  It was hard not
too.  It looked completely out of place in this dank and dirty place.

   Robert swallowed hard when the doctor turned and faced him with the
short blade.

   "Your fly is undone," the doctor said with a smile.

   Robert had completely forgotten about his dick.  It was still hanging
out of his pants.  It was covered with streaks of blood and gunk.  He would
normally make his slave suck him clean but Steve had been through enough
already.  Plus, he was pretty sure the boy would bite his dick off if he
tried to put it in his mouth.  So, he just stuffed the dirty thing back
into his pants and zipped up.

   "Don't forget, I need a casting of his finger tips," Robert said as he
himself just remembered.

   This was something Robert had requested several weeks ago when he first
spoke with the doctor about Steve.  Since no one would ever find Steve then
he would make a good scapegoat for some of Robert's activities.  He would
use a molding of the boy's fingertips to leave fingerprints behind.  That
way if the cops got involved they would find the fingerprints and keep
looking for Steve and not himself.

   "Why don't I just cut them off and put them in a bag for you?" Dr. 
Kelly said matter of factly.

   "The mold will be fine," Robert said.  "I'll email you with the post
office box number to send it too."

   Dr.  Kelly gave a nod to indicate he understood.  A moment later he
stepped forward and held the scalpel out for Robert to take.  While the
maneuver scared Robert for a split second, it wasn't all that unexpected.
The doctor had given him the exact same scalpel the first time Robert had
visited.  He then had Robert make a cut on Nick...  just for kicks.

   Sure enough, the doctor then motioned for Robert to follow as he turned
and walked further into the dungeon.

   "This is my chance," Robert thought to himself as he followed closely
behind the doctor.

   All it would take is one well placed cut and the doctor would be dead.
It was something he knew he should have done during his first visit so long
ago.  As he followed though Robert realized that there weren't a lot of
fatal wounds you could make to someone from behind.  Not with a blade this
small anyway.

   Sure, some existed that he was well aware of, but they all required
precision.  If he wasn't right on target or didn't go deep enough, the
doctor might be able to turn and defend himself.  And unlike Robert, the
doctor was well aware of every vulnerable spot on the human body.  Plus, he
was bigger, heavier and no doubt stronger.

   No, the best time to strike would be when the doctor turned back to face
him.  It didn't take a lot of precision to cut someone's throat.

   They only walked about 15 feet but it seemed like a mile to Robert.  The
whole time he kept struggling with the decision he would have to make once
they came to a stop.  That being whether or not to actually kill the
doctor. There was absolutely no doubt in Robert's mind that the doctor had
to die.  The conflict was whether today was the right day to do it.

   His instinct told him to do it now while he had the chance.  But his
logical side said not too.  Not only was there a slight chance he might
fail and thus end up in one of the doctor's little jars, but there was also
the fact that the doctor was still very valuable to him.  Psycho or not,
the doctor was still brilliant.

   Robert wasn't a big fan of using drugs on slaves, but if he ever needed
something special he knew the doctor would not only find it but also
acquire it for him.  The doctor would even do it for free.  Provided of
course Robert sent him a few videos showing it being used.

   There was also the fact that training slaves was risky.  Robert would
most likely some day accidently injure a slave.  Or worse, one of the
slaves might seriously injure him.  If that day came, Dr.  Kelly would be
worth his weight in gold.

   The doctor came to a stop in front of a large wooden box.  Robert
couldn't remember if the box had been here the last time he visited.  While
he wasn't sure of that, he was pretty positive what was in the box.  Sure
enough, Dr.  Kelly reached down and undid the latch.

   "How's my little Nicky today?" Dr.  Kelly said as he opened the lid and
Nick's scarred head peaked out of the top like some perverse Jack-in-a-box.

   Nick grunted in reply.  It was all he was capable of.  It was pretty
much all he was capable of the last time Robert visited also.

   "This is it!" Robert thought to himself as the doctor straighted up and
started to turn toward him.

   "He has to die!  He has to die!" Robert told himself over and over as
the doctor finished his turn.

   And then it was time.  The doctor was facing him with his hands down and
neck widely exposed.  The hand holding the scalpel twitched, but it did not
strike.  No, now was not the day.

   "You know what needs to be done," the doctor said as he stepped aside.

   Robert walked forward to the box and looked inside.  He was surprised at
how intact Nick looked.  He wasn't sure exactly what he had expected. 
Maybe missing limbs or at least fingers.  Every square inch he could see
was covered with scars but it was all there.  On the outside anyway.  He
knew a good number of the inside pieces were upstairs on the doctor's
shelves.

   Robert turned and watched as the doctor walked almost all the way back
to Steve.  The doctor glanced back only briefly.  Robert was very surprised
the doctor didn't want to watch as Nick was cut.  This did make things
easier on Robert though.  Last time the doctor had watched and thus gave
Robert no choice but to cut poor Nick.  The doctor's stance told Robert he
wouldn't have to make the cut this time.

   Robert knelt down and looked into Nick's eyes.  The eyes didn't seem to
stare back.  It was as though the guy was hollow inside.  Robert wondered
how much of the guy's soul could have possibly survived all these years of
torture.

   Robert then reached out and handed Nick the scalpel.  Nick's face no
longer had the ability to express any kind of emotion.  Therefore Robert
had no idea of what the guy might be thinking.  He guessed there had to be
at least a little confusion.  After all, in all these years he had never
been allowed to hold the scalpel.  He now did though, thanks to Robert's
deal with Dr.  Kelly.

   "Make it count," Robert said as he backed away from the box.

   Nick didn't hesitate.  He brought the knife to his own throat and made a
long deep gash across it.  As the blood gushed from the wound, Nick slowly
sunk back down into the box.  He might not be able to express it, but
Robert was sure the guy was full of joy as his long life of agony finally
came to an end.

   "You're free now," Robert whispered as he delicately closed the lid.

   Setting Nick free was a silent promise Robert had made long ago.  Robert
felt a huge weight lifted from his soul as that promise was finally
fulfilled.

   -- end -

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written as an adult fantasy.  The author does not condone such activities
in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything
mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep
most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can
and probably would cause severe damage. 
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