Author: Dr. Gamble
Title: Private Property - A Boy's Story
Summary: A short story about a young man who finds
himself the captive of a group of women. They only
need him for the product he can create for them.
Keywords: MF+ nc rape Fdom bd oral cbt

This story is of an adults only nature, please do
not continue reading if you are not of age to do
so.  This story is a part of a collection of
related fantasies which deal with rape and violent
torture of a non-consenting nature.  The content
of these stories is entirely based on fantasy and
not to be confused with reality or construed as an
endorsement of the activities depicted.  While
some of these stories contain characters who are
subjected to various situations including slavery,
abuse, and an assortment of other unspeakable acts
against nature, remember that both the victims and
perpetrators are characters and not real people.

PRIVATE PROPERTY - A BOY'S STORY

It was the middle of my junior year in college when our
Fighting Illini somehow managed to get invited to a
bowl game.  It wasn't one of those big championship
bowls but nevertheless it was in Florida.  I lived with
a house full of guys just two blocks off campus in
Urbana and all eight of us decided that we just had to
go.  Now I should point out that none of us was really
into football all that much and, if the truth be known,
only a couple of us had ever actually even been to a
game since high school.  However, the idea of going to
Miami in December and spending some quality time
checking out South Beach was way too good a chance to
pass up.

We had no money and so divided up the responsibilities
for the trip amongst ourselves.  Carl and I were in
charge of gas, Rob and Fred took food, Steve and Paul
were in charge of beer and since Michael worked as a
night clerk at the Holiday Inn, he did lodging.  Bob
had a van which became our form of transportation and
we each limited ourselves to one bag.  Then, as soon as
our last finals were over we were headed out of the
north country for a two week vacation in the land of
sunshine.

We drove straight through and, even though it took
forever to get through Florida added to the bucket of
money it took to pay for their turnpike, it wasn't too
bad a trip.  So after eighteen hours on the road we
were in our Holiday Inn room on Collins Avenue
overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.

The beach was great.  The girls were great.  That first
night Bob ran into a couple of really cute ones who
told us about a big party in somewhere called Coconut
Grove and we all headed out to some big guy's house on
the ocean for what turned out to be an incredible time. 
These girls seemed to know everybody and getting in was
no problem and once we got in it was free beer, free
grass, and free women.  After a couple hours the rest
of the guys had all drifted off somewhere when I met up
with the same two girls again.  That's when things
started to get weird.

I had been drinking quite a bit and it didn't take them
much to talk me into going with them on a boat ride. 
We went out to the dock and got on this boat with
several other girls and before I knew it we were at
sea.  It was unbelievable.  Here I was alone with a
half dozen really pretty women on a boat in the
Carribean but I had been drinking so much of their
funny rum drinks that my little guy just didn't seem to
care.  They didn't seem to mind though and I was like
the center of attention until we somehow ended up on a
beach somewhere on a small island out in the Carribean.

Actually, I think there was more than just rum in those
drinks that they had been giving me and I can't recall
much about what happened once we reached the island
except that there was a big sign on the dock where we
left the boat which read, "Private Property - No
Admittance - No Exceptions."  The girls seemed to think
our being there was okay and told me that the place
belonged to a "Dr. Laura" who was someone they worked
for.

Like I said, I don't remember much about that night but
when I woke up on what must have been the next morning,
things were very much different.  It was dark when I
opened my eyes and I found myself lying my back on some
sort of cot with my hands and feet tied spread apart to
four points on a large steel ring.  Still somewhat
unconscious, I laid there for some time trying to
figure out where the hell I was and trying to remember
how I had gotten there but mostly,  no matter what I
tried, I was unable to get loose,.  The light in the
room brightened and I could see that it was like a
stone chamber of some sort, floors, walls and ceiling,
with a row of counters and cabinets on one wall and
some grey electrical control panels on the other. 
Before I could visually explore much else the door to
the room opened and a striking tall Asian woman
entered.

I got to meet Dr. Laura.  She was older, maybe about
thirty or so, and was dressed in a long white lab coat,
looking like a fashion model or doctor from a TV
series.  Without even looking at me, she walked over to
the electrical panel on the wall and pressed a button
which caused the ring to slowly lift up, standing me up
at the foot of the bed.  She slowly walked over to
where I was now standing spread eagled in the middle of
that room but didn't say anything.  Instead, after
giving a short once over, she pushed the little bed I
had been on over to the counter on the other side of
the room, storing it behind a panel in the wall.  She
then began to pull things out of drawers, setting them
on the counter top in front of her.  Eventually she
produced a large needle which she filled from one of
the vials she had taken from the cabinets.  It was, of
course, meant for me and she made sure that I saw her
filling it.

As soon as she was done she looked up at me and giving
me a big smile, slowly walked back across the room to
where I was.  She reached down and took my penis in her
hand.  By this time it was really shrunken.  I mean it
was like twenty-five below zero in the snow shrunk, but
once she started softly massaging it I could feel my
little guy come alive.

It didn't have to grow much for her to notice and she
smiled and in a low voice explained, "This is a special
serum I developed.  It helps you boys make more semen. 
Now I've tried it out on some other boys before but it
just wasn't enough so I did some more work on it.  But
now they all went home and I don't have any more boys
around here to test it on.  That's why my girls went
out to find you.  So you're going to help us out now,
okay?"

I don't know why, but I think I nodded yes.

"It's all right," she continued.  "It's not going to
hurt.  It's just going to help you produce better
semen.  There really aren't any side effects.  I
certainly wouldn't want to hurt that little pee pee of
yours on purpose now would I?"

I didn't know what to say as she walked around behind
me.  Then suddenly she slapped me really hard on the
butt and before I realized it she had driven that
needle into me and quickly emptied it into my rear. 
Pulling the needle out and returning to the counter she
then said a bit louder than before, "You had better
produce or I'm going to be eating fried testicles for
dinner."

She placed the needle on the counter with the rest of
the stuff she had pulled out of the cabinets and then
left the room.  I just stood there in my snare
wondering just what was going to happen to me next when
the lights in the room slowly started to fade and kept
going dim until it was totally dark.  After a while I
began to feel the results of Dr. Laura's injection.  It
started like a warm heavy weight in my lower abdomen
like I had to piss or something except that I didn't. 
It wasn't uncomfortable or anything but was definitely
a kind of strange sensation and it seemed to grow
stronger until at some point I began to hear music

It sounded like angels doing some sort of Gregorian
Chant and for a minute I wondered if I hadn't somehow
died but when the door opened and they began to enter
the room it all became clear.  There must have been at
least two dozen sweet looking young girls all dressed
in white gauze flowing gowns wearing nothing else
underneath.  Each of them was carrying a long lighted
candle and as they sang they walked in a slow
procession which eventually surrounded me.  They stood
there for a few seconds, still singing, before I
noticed that the last girl didn't have a candle but was
instead carrying a large crystal bowl which she raised
up toward the ceiling and then held out to me until the
hymn the others were chanting was done.

Then two of the girls, a blonde and a brunette, both of
whom I recognized from the previous evening, slowly
walked over and stood a small distance in front of me. 
They were carrying several small cloth towels and just
stood there motionless for a while until suddenly from
out of the darkness I found myself being doused with a
fine warm mist of water.  It felt very good actually
and the temperature of the water was oddly just about
right for a shower.  They giggled a little at my
reaction to the suddenness of it all, then glanced at
each other and came right up to me.

What they had in their hands was actually soap and wash
cloths which they immediately began to use on me,
washing me, like everywhere.  It's kind of strange but
it was really both exciting and incredibly embarrassing
standing there naked in front of them in the
candlelight.  They too were, of course, also in the
shower and very soon their gowns were wet and about as
transparent as wet t-shirts.  After a minute or two the
water stopped just as suddenly as it had started and
was replaced with jets of warm air from above and below
which served to dry off both me, the two girls, and the
room around us.

Without showing any real emotion, the blonde who was
still in front of me undid her wet gown, letting it
fall to the floor so that she was just as naked as I
was.  She was really pretty and just surveying her
perfect small body in front of me literally began to
make me quiver as she knelt down and softly took my
penis in her hand.

She barely touched me but when she did it was like an
electric current that coursed right up my back, making
me pause to catch my breath.  Whether she noticed my
reaction to her touching me or not she really didn't
let on but just continued to softly stroke my steadily
swelling shaft while cradling it in her hand.  She kept
at this for a while and very, very soon I was fully
erect.  That was when she took me into her mouth and
began to suck on my penis while working the underside
of it with her tongue.  Meanwhile, the other girl was
kneeling behind me and began to stroke at my groin and
thighs, encouraging her partner while caressing
everything that the first girl didn't already have
under the control of her lips.

By this time my erection had grown so large that I
thought the tight pulsing skin of my penis was about to
tear apart.  It didn't take very long before I could
feel myself coming and warned them, or more like
screamed it at them, but I think they already knew
since the blonde had already withdrawn me from her,
kissing and licking the tip of my penis, and was softly
stroking me into the crystal bowl the girl holding it
had brought over to her.  None of this really didn't
matter to me since I was really out of control by that
time and I just literally exploded, sending gush after
gush of my foamy white cum into their bowl while she
gently pumped the stuff out of me.

After milking the last drops out the blond girl
immediately began to lick the remnants off of me with
her tongue.  Of course the brunette soon joined her in
this activity and they both continued at it until there
was simply nothing left of me and they had both
succeeded in driving me right out of my mind.  Once
done, the two of them simply picked up their soap and
towels quietly disappeared into the darkness.

Meanwhile, the girl with the bowl remained standing in
front of me and as the rest of the group began chanting
another hymn, she was joined by two others who slowly
undid her gown before they simply retreated back into
darkness.  The girl in front of me just stood there
with that bowl of my cum in the air above her head
staring at me in that eerie candlelight with the
deepest brown eyes I had ever seen while the singing
went on.  I could feel my erection returning and I
couldn't really do anything to stop it from happening. 
It seemed that in spite of the fact that I had just
experienced the biggest orgasm I had ever had, I felt
like I was getting turned on all over again.  I know
she could see it too but she made no notice of it and
just kept staring into my eyes until somewhere in the
middle of that hymn she ceremoniously lifted the bowl
over her head and poured the cum all over her naked
body.  There was a lot of it, a lot more than I had
imagined, and it all poured down across her face and
down the front of her, off her breasts, creating
glistening drops of cream on her nipples, forming
little riverlets which coursed across her soft skin,
down her torso into her tuft of pubic hair and across
her thighs to the floor.

Once she had emptied it she simply stood there while
the other girls processed past her and running their
hands across her body wiped some of the semen still
dripping off of her body across themselves as if to
share in her ceremony.  Then one by one, they walked
out the door, the nude girl following them with the
door to the chamber closing behind her, leaving me once
again alone in the darkness.  It was strange but I felt
like I wanted more and it took some time before my
erection deflated and I began to get myself back
together again.

However it wasn't too long before they returned.  This
time there just three girls who were all dressed in
tight black leather outfits like they were some sort of
security guards.  They didn't seem to be carrying any
sort of weapons or anything but I decided that it was
probably pointless of me to try to escape at that point
since I had no idea where I was and I suspected that
they had already taken precautions to prevent it
anyway.  I didn't recognize any of them from the night
before or earlier that morning but I suspected they had
been there.  They were all young pretty little girls,
one an Asian girl with long black hair, one a Black
with her hair in a tight bun and a frizzy red head.

The Black girl had a metal ring device which she
wrapped and then tightened in place around the base of
my penis and testicles.  The thing consisted of the
metal ring with a small black plastic box which hung on
the underside of it.  She fitted the thing tight enough
so that it wouldn't come off or more likely so that I
couldn't slide it off, but it wasn't so tight that it
cut off circulation.  Of course as if to insure that it
wouldn't be able to come off she had first smeared the
thing with some sort of glue which quickly and tightly
secured the whole thing into my pubic hair.

The black box, she explained to me, was a receiver
devices which they use to keep dogs in their yard and
to keep them from barking.  She laughed and added that
it was supposed to give me a mild stimulation if I
tried to get away or did anything wrong and then she
proceeded to show me how it worked by pressing the
button on small transmitter she was carrying on her
belt.

It worked.  I got a shock that felt like somebody was
trying to rip my genitals off with a hot dull knife and
I literally screamed in response.  She said she was
sorry if that hurt but she had to show me what would
happen if I tried to resist her and then she released
me from the ring I had been tied to.  It felt good to
be free again even if I was still naked and it felt
that much stranger being around those three girls that
way knowing that they had complete control over me.

We walked out of the stone chamber into a hallway and
stopped at one of several doors which the Asian girl
had a key for and they opened it for me.  It became my
home.  It was actually quite a nice room, kind of like
an upscale motel room without a view.  I was still
checking it out when two other girls, wearing those
familiar white gowns, showed up with my breakfast.  At
least I guessed it was breakfast since I had really
just awakened from the night before and it seemed like
some sort of breakfast cereal.  As it turned out all of
my meals were pretty much the same stuff.  Dr. Laura
later told me at one point that it was a special
vitamin and drug regimen designed to enhance my semen
output.  Whatever it was, it still tasted like oatmeal.

After I finished eating I felt a bit better and I
started to think about what it would take to get out of
there.  I knew they had their shock thing strapped
around the base of my cock but somehow I figured that
if I jumped the girl who had the button before she
could push it I could get away and then somehow find my
way to that dock again.  I didn't have a chance to
think it all the way through when the two girls who had
brought me my breakfast returned for the dishes.  Sure
enough, the one who stayed by the door had the
transmitter on her while the other one came into the
room to get my bowl and spoon.  I figured it was my
chance.

Leaping over the bed I managed to tackle her before she
could get to the transmitter but just as I landed on
top of her I got a shock in my crotch about ten times
what I had experienced before.  I screamed and doubled
up as the jolts came at me again and again and it was
all I could do to keep breathing.  The two girls
quickly got out of the room and it wasn't until I heard
the door lock that the shocks finally stopped.

Dr. Laura herself showed up about an hour after that. 
"So how's my little boy?"  she called as she entered
the room.  I had been laying on the bed but as soon as
she came in I jumped to my feet.  I stood there with my
hands covering myself and she laughed, "So I hear you
tested our security system.  I can't have you scaring
my girls you know.  I thought you were smarter than
that.  Didn't you see the cameras?"

She pointed at a small black dot on the wall above the
door and another over the bed.  As it turned out, the
place had a lot of cameras, everywhere.  Even in the
bathroom.  Oh well, I figured, if they wanted to see me
take a crap they were going to.  There wasn't much I
could do about it.  As if she knew what I was thinking
she added, "Come on little boy.  I'm a doctor.  There
isn't much I haven't seen and my girls really aren't
that interested in your bathroom habits.  Now let's see
that little penis of yours."

She sat on the corner of the bed and motioned for me to
come over to her.  Having no choice, I did.  She took
my balls in her hand and softly kneaded them.  They
were still a little tender from the shocks and I jumped
a little when she squeezed them to which she laughed,
"A little tender there huh?  That's okay, they're
supposed to be a little tender.  They've got a lot of
work to do."

She had brought a small leather case with her and from
it produced another needle which she slowly filled from
a small brown bottle.  Then motioning for me to turn
around she held it up and tapped it a couple of times. 
She made me stand there for what seemed forever before
I felt it sink deep into my butt.  She emptied it
pretty fast and then withdrew it.

I just stood there as she put the needle away and then
she turned me around again.  Holding my penis in her
hand she began to softly stroke it.  "We're going to go
to work now, okay?" she began. "You've got to pay for
your room and board while you're here and we need a lot
more out of this little guy."  She stood up and
squeezing her grip tight just enough to be
uncomfortable pulled me out of the room.  We were
joined by the three guards in the hallway and she
continued to and lead me by my penis down the hallway
through another door which took us into another room.

This room looked like a small mad scientist laboratory
which was pretty much what it really was.  The tiled
walls which were not covered with counter tops and
cabinets were hidden by shelves of strange and ominous
looking electronic equipment.  In the center of the
room was an examination table like you would find at a
doctor's office and that was where she led me to sit,
or rather lie down.

"Lie back here and relax," she told me as I climbed up
on the table.  I laid my head back and she pulled a
small pillow out of one of the drawers and put it
underneath my head.  "We want you to be comfy now," she
told me.  "This is going to be a long day."

She then pulled out a pair of metal brackets which
attached to the sides of the table, stirrups she called
them, and put my legs in them so that my thighs were
spread apart.  "You boys probably don't know much about
these," she said as she firmly strapped my legs to
them.  "Trust me. They are a highlight of any girl's
visit to the doctor."  Then she secured my wrists to
the table as well so that I was pretty much fully
immobile.  Once I was all tied down to her satisfaction
she waved to the security officers  to leave and we
were alone.

I knew what was coming wasn't going to be easy but I
had no idea just what kind of job she had in mind for
me.  That was when she opened one of the cabinets and
pulled out a cart with a strange electrical machine on
it.  It consisted of a tank and an electric motor which
was hooked to a large pulley with a belt.  She plugged
in the motor and turned it on so that it started making
a chugging sound like it was some kind of pump and then
attached a hose to the tank which had a small chrome
metal cylinder on the end of it.  This cylinder was
about eight or nine inches long and two inches in
diameter with a rubber ring on the open end while the
other end tapered down to fit the hose which connected
it to the pump device.  It didn't take a rocket
scientist to figure out just what she was planning on
doing with it.

However, the most ominous part was the long wire which
she then picked up off the counter top and brought over
to the table I was on.  It was gold with the wire
terminating in small loop on one end which had been
welded and polished smooth.  I didn't find the thing
particularly exciting or stimulating and I suppose my
fear of what she was planing on doing with it must have
been quite apparent.

"This won't hurt now," she calmly said to me as she
reached over and took my flaccid penis in her hand. 
She began to stretch and work at my cock until it just
sort of came to life on its own.  I don't know if it
was the drugs or if she just knew where to massage it
but my little guy was clearly acting as if I had no
control over it anymore.  Once it had lengthened and
stiffened she took the loop end of the gold wire, put a
dab of some sort of stuff on it and began to insert it
right up into my penis.  Whatever that gel was that she
had put on the end of the wire before inserting it in
me must have had both a lubricating and numbing effect
because it went in surprisingly easy.

"See, that isn't so bad," she cooed as she kept pushing
it further and further up into me.  "We've got to get
the end of this probe all the way up into that prostate
gland if this is going to work right.  All you need to
do is lie back and relax."  The one thing I couldn't do
was relax while somebody was shoving a wire up my cock
and I just laid there paralyzed with fear that she was
going to screw up somehow and permanently injure me.

She must have pushed that thing up into me at least a
foot and a half before she figured it was far enough
before threading the other end through a hole in the
top of the vacuum cylinder which had been chugging away
on the cart all this time.  Then, guiding the end of
suction cylinder over my stiffened penis the pulsing
suction took hold and pulled me tightly into it.  The
strength of the machine was pretty powerful but it like
she said it didn't really hurt and although the suction
seemed to stretch me out to fill the cylinder, the
pumping action was actually kind of stimulating.  But
then she wasn't done yet.

Going back to the counter top she picked up another
probe.  A bit larger and heavier than the first one it
had a kind of spoon shaped end which tapered down into
a heavy round rod, the whole thing being about a foot
or so long.  Putting another dab of gel on the wide end
she began to press the thing into my butt.

"Come on now.  Open up," she quietly ordered as if she
were talking as much to my anus as to me.  "Relax that
sphincter and this will go a lot easier for both of
us."  I tried to relax myself a bit and the thing just
slid right up into me.  It was cold and I could feel
her pushing it almost all the way in before she
stopped.

"Now you know how it feels," she laughed.  "I put up
with so many unspeakable things from you men when I was
your age on this very island.  You boys just have to
get used to having your openings probed.  It's how we
get our work done around here.  That is how we are
going to permanently change the karma of this island." 
She rambled on for a while about being raped at a
casino and being forced to express breast milk but none
of it made much sense to me and anyway I was mostly
preoccupied with my own problems.

While she had been talking she had hooked up both of
the probes sticking out of me to one of the electronic
boxes on the shelves and as she finished I began to
feel a tingle from them deep inside my lower abdomen. 
At first it felt like a warm hum cycling in time with
the pulsing vacuum device tugging on my penis.  It felt
rather nice.  I looked up and she had stopped talking
and instead was watching me intently.  "Comfy," she
asked?

I didn't know what to say or do.  Here I was completely
at the mercy of a rather attractive but crazy woman who
had tied me down to an examination table and was in
process of sending electric charges through my genitals
while pumping me with the world's largest penile
enhancement machine and she was asking me if I was
"comfy."  I managed a sort of smile.

"Don't worry," she responded.  "It'll get better." 
With that she cranked the dial up on one of the
electronic boxes and the gentle tugs on my penis became
firm pulls.  Likewise, the electric tingles transformed
into vigorous massage like contractions deep inside me
and I began to feel as if I was no longer in control of
my own body as I could sense my testes lurching into a
pre-orgasmic state of expectancy.  Then as if my entire
lower abdomen was getting ready to break loose I came
with an explosion of emotional relief accompanied by
what felt like gallons of cum streaking out of my penis
into that holding tank.

It was an orgasm like I had never dreamed possible.  I
can't describe it except to say that it was all so
incredibly fulfilling that I almost felt like crying
but there was something else very strange happening
down there.  Something that I had never experienced
before.  Instead of the normal warm floating feeling of
complete relaxation I usually experienced after having
an orgasm, I was still all charged up and ready to have
another one.  It was as if the first one never even
happened.  I tried to catch my breath but it was as if
my whole body was nervously tense in anticipation of
another eruption.  Then, with those cycling electric
charges focusing on a little ball of nerves somewhere
deep in my crotch, it seemed that my body had nowhere
else to go but to violently react all over again and I
found myself once more flying into another orgasm.

This one hit suddenly and hard.  Somehow my body
generated another massive amount of semen for the
vacuum machine which was still dutifully pumping the
end of my rock hard cock and I could feel another huge
amount of the stuff being sucked right out of me.  By
this time I was literally shivering from the excitement
and when I opened my eyes there was Dr. Laura smiling
at me, watching everything that was happening.  Perhaps
it was just the thought of her watching me that sent me
off toward my third one.  Whatever it was it sure
didn't take much at that point.

There was a third one, a fourth, and a fifth and sixth. 
I really don't know how may times I came that day
because after a while I simply lost count.  Those
orgasms just continued to swell up inside me and time
after time after time I would erupt with yet another
huge flood of cum.  There must have been gallons of the
stuff in that tank by the time it was finally over, at
least that was what it felt like.

As for myself I was feeling pretty tired and was really
beginning to ache down there from the constant
contractions.  After shutting the machine off Dr. Laura
carefully undid the probes and removed the cylinder
from my penis.  My poor cock was beet red but although
I was physically exhausted I didn't feel as if anything
had been injured or anything.  Dr. Laura did a careful
examination of everything down there and then after
calling the guards back into the room, unstrapped me
from the table.

"Everything's fine," she proclaimed.  "You're one of
the best visitors we've ever had on our little island. 
You don't complain, you don't swear at us, and you only
tried to escape once.  Maybe we'll just have to keep
you around for a while." 

I found that while I could sit up, once I was on my
feet I could barely walk.  She laughed a bit at me but
again leading me by my penis pulled me out of the room
and down the hall back to my bedroom where I
immediately fell asleep.  I woke up when the girls
brought in my dinner and I must have drank about a
gallon of water but then as soon as they left I was out
again until the next morning.

That was the routine.  There were no more ceremonies
after that day, just being awakened in the morning,
eating breakfast, getting my injection and then off by
my cock to the lab for a two hour session on the
machine.  Once that was over I was led back in the same
way to my room for lunch and a nap and then another two
hour session before supper after which I slept through
the night.

The only change in the routine was that each time after
Dr. Laura gave me my injection and then hooked me up to
the machine I would be monitored by a different girl. 
Each of them was an attractive petite young woman and
they all wore that same gauze one piece see through
gown.  A few of them I recognized from the party back
in Miami and it was likely they had all been
participants in theat first night ceremony but most of
them were just pretty girls who I had never seen
before.

I didn't try to escape again either.  First because I
didn't think it would do any good and I had no special
reason to want to endure that tearing pain in my crotch
again.  Second because I had no idea where I was and so
had no idea about where to go if I did manage to get
out and third with the schedule they had me working at
I was just plain too tired to be able to do much of
anything but sleep.

I never did find out just for what they were using all
of that semen I was producing for them.  I got the idea
that they were using for some sort of fertility rite
but none of them would confirm it.  Actually it seemed
as if they weren't concerned with talking to me at all. 
It was as if I wasn't really even a man, just a penis. 
They milk me, they have me, I'm their play thing that
gives them fresh cum to drink and play with or whatever
they were doing with it.  They really had no concern
for me as a person, they just loved that cum.   I was
just their cum machine and while they took care of me
as a piece of capital equipment I was basically treated
like any other business resource.

There were a few variations to this treatment however. 
A couple of them decided that while they were watching
me I could perhaps be of service for something a little
more than just producing cum for them.  The first time
this happened was on the third day.  Dr. Laura hooked
me up and then left me with this little Asian girl who,
after what must have been on my second or third orgasm,
decided to become a more active participant in my
activity.

Walking over to my table from the chair she had been
sitting on across the room, she stood next to me for a
short time and then lifted her gown and began to rub
her pubis against the back of my hand.  I really didn't
know what to do since I was rather deeply involved with
my own emotional roller coaster but as she kept rubbing
herself against me I slowly turned my had over, cupping
her pussy in it.  She settled right into it, closing
her eyes and making a low groaning sound which became
louder as I moved my finger between her lips.  Then
just as I was on the verge of coming again I pressed my
finger up into her, penetrating her vagina and sending
her into a scream.  As I came I could feel her tighten
up on my finger and soon we were both having
simultaneous orgasms.

I don't know about her but the one I was experiencing
was way stronger than any I had up until then as the
thought and reality of this pretty young girl squirming
in ecstacy on my finger while I was exploding with
another eruption of seminal juice simply overcame me. 
It was the only time I remember coming close to
blacking out while having an orgasm.  It was that
strong.

We stayed that way for several more orgasmic cycles,
both of us working together in rhythm until she pulled
herself off of my finger and sat down on the floor next
to me as I went into yet another spasm on the machine
which was still milking me.  She just stayed there next
to me until my work cycle was over and then without any
comment disconnected me, summoned the guards, and led
me by my penis back to my room.

A similar thing happened a few days later when a cute
little brunette crawled up on the table and lifting her
gown, plopped right down on my face.  It was
interesting having her come in my mouth while I was
coming on the machine and I really did enjoy it but as
she went into an orgasm she sort of smashed down on my
face hard enough that I had to struggle to breathe. 
None of the other girls ever approached me while I was
working although I think a few of them quietly
masturbated while watching me.

On the twelfth day of this routine I was led back to my
room by a little brunette, given my supper and then put
to bed.  Actually there must have been something in
that supper because I was put to sleep.  When I woke up
I wasn't on the island anymore but in a room at the
same Holiday Inn on Miami Beach we had checked into two
weeks before.  Somehow all my things and my clothes
were in the room as well.  For a minute I started to
think that maybe I had dreamed the whole thing when
Bob, Carl and Rob showed up.

They told me that the girls had put them up at that
mansion in Coconut Grove and that they had told them
that I had fallen out of the boat and was in a hospital
in the Bahamas.  I started to tell them that it wasn't
exactly a hospital but they interrupted me with their
own stories about all the parties they had been invited
to by the girls while I was gone and that it was too
bad that I had missed them.  The one thing, they said,
was that while these girls were into partying and fun
to be around, none of them seemed to put out.  Fred
thought it was some kind of religious thing.  I didn't
say anything.

I do, however, look forward to spring break.  I'm going
to Miami Beach.