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 I carefully read the printout one more time.  It didn't look bogus.  And
those pictures certainly had seemed real enough.  Women, always naked or
almost naked it seemed, at somebody's house...  and pool, somewhere. 
"Somewhere not much farther from here," I thought, glancing at the map on
the seat.  "....  Highway 5, where it joins the interstate...." The e-mail
had read.  "...at a place called Slippery when wet." I wondered if someone
from the pictures would be there.  It didn't seem likely.  "It should only
be a few more miles," I thought.  The setting sun was just touching the
distant mountains when I saw the sign, "HWY 5...1/2 Mile." As the ramp
neared I looked around.  There was a gas station, and mostly just trees. 
"This is nuts," I said out loud.  I pulled onto the exit ramp and stopped
at the end where it joined the highway.  I took a right and started down
the road.  The road curved sharply to the left, and I knew I should look
for a place to turn around already.  The only place I saw was a grassy area
around the curve, under a road sign on the other side of the road. 
Swinging the car around, I saw it.  "Slippery When Wet".  "Oh, very funny,"
I thought to myself.  I got turned around, and as I approached the gas
station again I noticed the other "Slippery When Wet" sign hiding in the
trees, sort of at the edge of it's grassy area.  I slowed and studied the
flattened and rutted places in the grass.  It was a dirt road of sorts.  A
clearing in the trees anyway.  Down the embankment I drove, into the
deepening darkness.  "I hope I don't get shot," I thought to myself.  The
clearing made a right angle turn, towards the back of the gas station, and
then I saw the cars.  There was a pink jeep, a black Mercedes, a couple of
trucks, a white Lincoln, and an old Volkswagen.  This was not what I
expected back in the woods.  I could see the roof of the gas station down a
hill behind the cars.  I parked by the Jeep and walked to the edge of the
hill.  There it was- I could see the corner of a pool- the pool in the
pictures I was pretty sure.  It was getting dark, but I saw steps and flew
down the hill to the fence.  I found the gate, and sure enough, there was a
small sign, from a pool store- "Slippery when wet", and a doorbell button.
I pushed it once and waited.  The latch clicked and the gate swung open
almost immediately.  "We knew were here," she said, as the gate opened.  I
recognized that body, but I had not seen her face.  She was pretty.  Not
stunning, and probably a little older than her body appeared, but actually
very sweet and ordinary looking.  Except she was naked.  And there were two
naked guys behind her.  "Uh...  I don't know if..." I began, but another
woman's voice laughed and said "hurry up" and before I knew it the gate was
closing behind me.  I looked toward that other voice that was now saying "I
need some wine," and saw calves, thighs, then buns and tush sticking up in
the air.  "Hi, I'm Rod," I said brilliantly.  "Can I help?" "It's your
job," said the voice behind the buns.  I saw that she was leaning over the
top of a lounge chair.  Suddenly lights came on everywhere and a sliding
glass door on a wall I had not even noticed slid open.  Two more tanned,
naked bodies stepped out into the light.  "OK, that makes four," said the
first one out, a brunette with short hair and a closely trimmed inverted V
shaped bush.  "You can undress in here, Four," she said, motioning me
inside.  "Put your things in the drawer with the 4 on it." "But I wanted
some wine" said the lounge chair woman.  The brunette answered, "You quit
teasing him.  You know he isn't trained yet." Brunette guided me inside by
the hand, opened a door on the left, and motioned me in.  She closed the
door behind me, saying, "come back out to the pool when you're ready." I
looked around.  There was a big chest of drawers, numbered 1, 2, 3, 4, a
shower, two sinks, an open door leading to a toilet, a bidet, and some
machinery of some kind.  There was an opening leading around the corner
into the dark.  There were a couple of bar stools, and a mirror covering
the opposite wall.  My heart was racing as I pulled off my shirt.  The
growing hard-on in my jeans made sitting down to take off my shoes
difficult.  I put shirt, shoes, and socks in drawer 4, wondering if I was
doing something foolish.  My concern eased the pressing on my zipper, so I
unsnapped, unzipped, and let my pants fall to the floor.  My cock sprang to
attention again, and I automatically stroked it for a few seconds.  "No,
wait!" I thought to myself.  I sat on the barstool with my hands on my hips
and tried to think of work, or the drive, or anything but my cock, which
was so hard now that it pulsed with each heart beat.  Finally, it seemed to
lower a little, so I stood up and opened the door.  Brunette was waiting.
"Rule 1- obey all orders exactly!" she said crossly, but smiling at the
same time.  She leaned around me to my clothes still on the floor, scooped
them up, and dropped them into an old cardboard box outside the door. 
"Come on" she said, opening the glass door.  As I walked back outside, I
felt pretty foolish with my dick waving around out ahead of me like an
eager flesh-toned snake.  "Look!" said lounge chair, "I get a good one." It
was then that I noticed the three other guys.  I couldn't believe that they
were all soft.  Maybe a little engorged, but not stiff, and certainly not
throbbing up and down.  I also noticed their pubic hair.  Trimmed like
Brunettes.  They were smiling at my embarrassment.  I could tell they had
experienced it themselves sometime.  I smiled weakly and said, "I, uh,
can't help it." Lounge chair said, "Yes you can, but first I want my wine."
Brunette handed me a freshly opened bottle of champagne, and a tube of KY
jelly.  I'm sure my already stunned expression became even more pronounced.
Lounge chair reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to
reveal a cute pink, slightly puckered asshole.  Seconds ticked by, as I
stood awestruck at what was happening.  Brunette slapped my hard-on with
her outstretched fingers, and it hurt like shit!  "Rule 2- obey all orders
immediately!" I was pissed off, but then realized that I didn't want to
make anyone mad at me.  I was, well, very vulnerable.  I took the tube of
lube from Brunette.  As the stinging subsided, my dick softened some and
wondered exactly how to follow this order.  I walked up to lounge chair,
and she thrust her eager ass up toward me.  "OK!", I thought.  I squeezed a
daub of jelly onto my fingers and reached toward the tempting pink star. 
One of the guys said, "no, man, on the bottle, only the bottle!" "That's
right," said Brunette.  "Rule 3- only touch your owner as a direct order."
"My owner?" I thought.  Lounge chair said, "I'm waiting...  remember
rule2?" Hell yes, I remembered rule 2.  Rule 2 was still stinging.  I lubed
up the neck of the bottle.  She held her butt in the air and pulled her
cheeks until her asshole began to open.  I think she had done this before.
I lifted the bottle and placed the opening against her hole.  She said,
"Just tilt it up and slide it in," so I did.  It was so easy!  I became
aware of that throbbing erection again.  Lounge chair said, "Great, now
shake that bottle around a little." I did as I was told.  The champagne
bubbled in the bottle as I swished it around.  I knew the pressure was
building, and as I watched, the gap between the bottom of the bottle and
the top of the champagne grew slowly greater.  Lounge chair let out a gasp
and said, "That's enough for now." More than one-fourth of the champagne
was gone.  As I removed the bottle there was a little spurt of liquid then
lounge chair clenched her asshole.  She stayed on the lounge chair, smiling
and occasionally wiggling her butt around.  Then she let out a long, low,
grapey fart and began to giggle like a schoolgirl.  "Jeez, what have I
gotten myself into?" I wondered, but the stiffness of my member kept me
from answering.  A freckled redhead, who had been with Brunette when the
glass door opened, said "Yummy!" While I pondered the significance of that,
Brunette said, "OK Boys, lets get him ready." She opened the door again and
the other three guys went in.  "Come on 4." She said, "you've been
ordered." It was as if I did not know how to resist.  I nodded and followed
the others.  She followed.  I heard the shower going, and unconsciously
stepped under the warm water.  I felt hands soaping up my shoulders and
back, and other hands soaping up my legs.  Brunette started soaping my
stiff cock, but only briefly.  "Oh God, I want to cum." I thought.  She
started shaving my pubic hair into a small V shape like her own.  It felt
so good when she pushed my dick out of the way.  I was sure that if she had
stroked me that I would have shot like a cannon.  Her hands soaped my butt
and around my asshole.  I felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. 
Brunette bent me over, put my head up against her stomach and grabbed my
ass.  Pulling hard on each side, she said, "OK" as I watched the water flow
down her stomach, sparkle in her pubes, and flow from her protruding clit
to the shower floor.  I knew what was happening.  They were shaving my ass
and working under and around to Brunette's work.  "Hey, wait," I said, "I
don't go for this," but my still throbbing dick seemed to go for it just
fine.  "Don't worry, we have strict behavior standards," Brunette said. 
"They can't do anything that their owners don't OK" Although it still left
me powerless, for some reason I accepted her answer.  Next she showed me
three small green capsules.  "Glycerin suppositories." She whispered.

   I began, "Whoa just one...unh!" and felt her fingers push the capsules
into my ass!  Well, that was different.  My dick still stood out like a
flagpole, but then it did begin to go down a bit.  They continued to wash
me, shampoo me, and cover me with lotion until Brunette pointed at the
toilet.  "You ready?" she asked.  Damn I was ready.  I was so ready I
didn't even think about it.  I leapt to the toilet, kicking the door
closed, and my bowels emptied explosively.  There was sweat on my forehead,
and my hard on had disappeared.  I breathed for a minute, listening to the
vacuum of the ventilation fan, and felt a little weak.  I was looking at
something like a carpet cleaner, but with a tipped over seat and grab
handles when there was a knock.  "Almost done now," she said.  I opened the
door and looked up to see her pouring dark black coffee into an enema bag.
No, this was altogether too weird.  Time to leave.  I opened drawer 4 to
see that, of course, I had no pants.  Shit!  That box was gone!  I thought
about the situation.  Could I beat up four guys, escape from four women,
and drive all the way home with no pants?  Looking around at the only exit
blocked by four guys, and remembering the low gas gauge in my car, I took
the only option left.  "Oh please" I begged.  Wonderful choice of words, I
realized too late, as Brunette said, "that's what I want to hear." I was
tugged back to the shower.  Hands soaped my butt again and I accepted the
inevitable.  I turned and stuck my ass toward Brunette.  She said nothing,
but I felt the enema nozzle enter my body followed by a strange, warm
expanding feeling in my abdomen.  "Hey, you're a natural," she said, and I
will admit it was much easier than I expected.  She kept me tipped over a
couple of minutes, then said, "that should do." After I exploded into the
toilet again, I got up and went straight to the shower, soaping myself this
time.  The soapy water on my newly smooth butt was a new sensation.  I
stayed in the shower for a long time.  Surprisingly, the coffee was very
effective.  I felt like I had slept 12 hours and was rarin' to go.  Even my
dick was showing enthusiasm again.  "Meet you outside," she said as she
closed the door behind the others.  I was alone.  I was naked.  I was
clean, even purged.  And Horny!  I wanted to release myself, but I also
wanted to be at full strength when I needed to be.  I kept my hands off my
dick as I felt the new smoothness of my ass and asshole.  It felt good to
touch it, and good to have it touched.  I was learning a lot.  I went back
outside.  Everyone was sitting around like it was a regular day.  "Hi, I'm
Pam," said the Brunette.  "I'm Amanda", said the redhead.  "I'm Candice,"
said the former lounge chair occupant.  "And I'm Jennifer," said the woman
who had first let me in.  "I guess you've already met 1, 2, and 3.  You
will only be known as 4 when here." I took a seat, then jumped back up. 
"May I sit down?" I asked.  "Yes 4," said Amanda, "you may work out well,
as long as you know your place." I was offered some fruit, and champagne.
"Thanks." I said, taking a sip.  It was very sweet, but a little flat. 
Candice started to giggle again, but I decided not to think about it.  The
whole experience had been like boot camp.  I had been torn down and rebuilt
as a Slippery Soldier.  I could not think for myself.  At least not here,
and more importantly, I didn't want to.  I wanted to be ordered around like
someone with no personality, just a body.  It was very relieving, not
thinking.  I began to mindlessly play with my dick.  "Hey!  Rule 4: No
self-stimulation!" said Candice.  Pam said, "She's your owner, behave
yourself." "What?" I thought to myself.  "I'll blow up!" Candice must have
read my thoughts, because she said, "You' will feel better later, we
promise." I finished my champagne and saw Candice refill the glass from a
decanter, giggling.  She was really cute when acting mischievous.  I raised
my glass and said, "I love your laugh." She smiled broadly, took my glass
and drank a big gulp, then handed it back.  She just sat there, looking at
my shaved parts.  "That's cute," she giggled.  Then she got up, walked over
to Pam, and sat in her lap.  They both squirmed around a bit until
Candice's shaved pussy rested atop Pam's pubic bone, right over the little
V shape.  Both girls closed their eyes and rocked very slowly.  Soon
Candice began to giggle again.  Not only did my boner plead for attention;
I noticed the other guys getting hard too.  Number 3's dick was huge.  This
guy should have been a porn star.  Jennifer reached down into a duffel bag
by her chair and produced a substantial two-headed dildo.  She handed it to
3, who then asked Candice and Pam, "Permission to assist?" Candice raised
herself off Pam and gestured to 3, who came over with the dildo and kneeled
in front of the chair.  He touched the end of it to Candice's clit, then
lifted it away.  Again and again he just barely grazed her clit.  I saw the
moisture gathering and Candice's mouth opened just as her pussy began to
part.  "Permission to enter?" asked 3.  "No," said Candice.  "You're
Jennifer's," she paused then said, "Oh 4.  Number 4, I need you." Finally!
Relief was in sight!  I stood before the two women, more than ready.  3
handed me the dildo.  Damn!  This was too good.  This was too bad.  I was
dyin'.  It was obvious what I was supposed to do, and to think that it
pissed me off was unbelievable.  But I need help, and I needed it bad!  Pam
and Candice were loving every aching second of my anguish.  Amanda got up,
came over to me, and grabbed my dick.  She truly jerked me up out of the
chair and forced me down in front of Pam and Candice.  I copied 3's
actions, and Candice began to smile.  I took the other end with my left
hand and repeated the actions on Pam.  She grabbed my hand and said,
"Push!" She must have been hot for a while, because that dildo slid right
in about five inches.  I curved the other end upward until it brushed
Candice's lips.  "Uh, permission to enter?" I asked.  "Please," she
exhaled. She spread her pussy for me and lowered herself back down onto
Pam. The dildo looked like a big pink tube connecting the two of them.  It
bowed out toward me, so I placed my hand on it to keep it in place.  "Now
you may pump," whispered Candice.  So I began to slide the object up and
down.  Pushing into Candice, then pulling it out as it went into Pam.  I
was so close; my tongue ached for a taste.  I could smell them.  Candice
seemed to exude a fruity aroma, while Pam smelled stronger and more
complex. I looked at the sheen on the dildo and wondered if I was allowed
to taste it.  Finally I said, "Candice, I have to taste this.  It looks so
good.  It smells so good.  Please, just a taste?" Candice and Pam both
smiled, then Candice pushed hard squarely on my shoulder, knocking me back.
Their pussies hung open when the dildo pulled out, just for a second frozen
in my memory.  I began to lean forward when Jennifer grabbed my dick again.
"Taste, not touch," she said.  She lifted my hand and the dildo it held. 
She put the dildo to her mouth and wrapped her lips over one end.  "Ummmm"
she mumbled, and loosened her death grip on my cock.  Then she lifted the
other end to my mouth.  I could tell it was the end that Candice had used.
It smelled so good, and the memory was so clear of Pam and Candice, that I
didn't hesitate.  As I felt the head shape on my tongue and marveled at the
taste, Jennifer moved her hand on my dick in a slight stroking motion. 
BOOM!  I came everywhere.  I looked down to see Pam and Candice.  The semen
was running down Candice's stomach and past Pam's pussy, pooling in the
lounge chair.  My head was spinning and my legs were weak.  As I regained
composure, Candice giggled, Pam smiled, and Jennifer grinned.  I looked
around and saw Amanda lower a videocamera, then realized I still had the
dildo in my mouth.  I handed it to Candice and lay down.  If those girls
had not looked so happy, I would have jumped up and run, with or without
pants.  But they all looked so pleased.  "Stay with us this weekend," said
Candice.  The others nodded.  What could I do?  "Go get some sleep.  It's
getting late," one of them said.  I had no concept of time anymore.  I
followed mindlessly as we all went inside, down the dark hall.  I fell into
the middle of a huge bed.  It was like three king-size mattresses all
together.  I was vaguely aware of shuffling of bodies and covers and
pillows as I drifted into a dreamless sleep.  Reality had been more than
enough for that day.