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Warning!  The following material is adult in nature.  That means
if you are underage or this material is not suitable in content to
survive the scrutiny of those who make the laws in your area of
the world, do not read it.

This material most probably contains: Male and Female
domination; vaginal, oral, and anal sex; sex of a
semi-consensual nature; fetishistic adornments and sex toys;
nasty torture for characters I didn't like; and a little plot thrown
in for good measure and to separate the sex scenes.

The characters in these stories are not real, but may be based on
real people that I have known, met, or seen.  I'll never tell.

This and all my other stories are copyright (c) by me, Seurat. 
Permission is given to reproduce this material only in electronic
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selling my material without my permission, I will track you
down.  What the characters in my stories do to each other is
nothing compared to what I can do.  On with the stories.



     The room she led Hank into was dark and at first he couldn't see
anything. 
She shut the door, hit a light switch that illuminated a number of ceiling
recessed
lights, and walked across the room, turning to face Hank.  The room itself
was
high-ceilinged, the walls were painted black, and the floor was a gleaming
silver. 
<probably built right on the roof of the dance floor downstairs> Hank
thought.  In
the dead center of the room was a waterbed-like frame with futon
mattresses on top,
all covered in black sheets.
     "Well, lover, is this a suitable place?" she asked, giving him that
smile again.
     "I think it will do quite fine."  Hank moved in to start a little
foreplay.
     "Hold on there, lover.  Before we do anything, I'd like to see what I
bargained
for."
     Hank looked at her stupidly.
     "The clothes, the clothes.  Take them off, unless you'd like to do
this with
your jeans on.  Personally, I like the touch of flesh over that of denim."
     "Oh.  Sorry."  Hank knelt down and untied one sneaker, then pulled it
off.  He
was mid way through the laces on the second sneaker when he realized she
was
standing there watching him.
     "Are you going to stay clothed?"
     "Just wanted to watch for a moment.  I like to see the effect of my
disrobing
on the...shall we say 'more intimate' parts of the male body."
     Hank got up from the floor, wobbled a little, then pulled off his
shirt and
unzipped his jeans.  "I sure hope so.  I think I may have had a little
more to drink
then I should have."
     "That's okay, dear.  I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion."
     Hank pulled off his jeans, then his socks, and finally his boxers. 
Years of
weight lifting and sports showed; he was in nearly prime physical
condition.  His
prick wasn't in the least aroused.  He looked at her sheepishly, not
knowing what to
do next or where to put his hands.
     "Looks like I have a little work to do before the fucking and sucking
begins." 
She unzipped the black leather dress, letting it fall to the ground. 
Underneath she
wore a matching zebra striped corset with full black leather cups, which
held her
ample bosom.  A matching black leather g-string covered her pussy, and a
black
leather garter belt held her stockings up.  "What do you think?  Leave it
on or take it
off?"
     Hank had never seen somebody in real life dressed like this, except
in strip
clubs.  And he for sure never had one standing in front of him that wanted
to fuck
him.  His prick started to harden, and, embarrassed, he tried covering it
with his
hands.
     "Looks like having it on is improving you status a little.  I have to
tell you,
Hank, I'm sort of used to having my own way.  Would you mind hoping up
here,"
she patted the bed,"and giving me a birds-eye view?"
     Hank got onto the bed, and stood in the middle, his 6 inches of cock
was now
stiff and pointing straight out.  His head was less than a foot from the
ceiling.  She
began to walk around him, the only sounds in the room were her heels on
the metal
floor and the small amount of music that leaked up from below.  As if on
cue the
two lights over the bed went out, leaving Hank in darkness.
     "Shit!  Something always goes wrong.  Hank, be a hon and jiggle them
a
little.  Sometimes the bass shakes them loose.  And I do so want to see
everything
that happens."
     Hank reached up his left hand into the recess and found the bulb,
which was
already cooling.  He gave it a little wiggle, and the light came back on. 
He dropped
his hand and reached over to the other one with his right.  This one he
also wiggled,
and as it flickered to life, the first one went out again.  Both Hank and
the woman 
started laughing.
     "Can you reach both at once?  They must be on the same track, or
something."
     "Sure 'nuff" replied Hank, his head starting to swim a little more. 
Concentrating on the lights was allowing his erection to droop.  He got
his left hand
in the recess and on the bulb, but was just a little short on reaching the
other one. 
He bounced a little, getting his hand into the recess but not on the bulb.
 He bounced
again, this time grasping the bulb in his hand.  Both lights began to
flicker.
     "Bingo!" He said, immensely proud of his action.  Both recesses the
closed
around his wrists, locking his arms above his head, and leaving him on the
balls of
his feet.  "What the fuck?"
     She grabbed onto the topmost futon mattress and yanked it from under
his
feet, leaving him suspended by his wrists.
     "HEY! What's going on?!  Put that back!"  She went over to her bag
and
pulled something out, then climbed up behind him.
     "Look, bitch, I don't know what kind of shit your into, but I don't
like it and I want
down, NOW!"
     "Oh. I'll be letting you down in just a minute.  I just figured this
way it would
be easier to do this."  She began massaging his balls with one hand,
arousing his
now flaccid penis.  With her other hand she locked the cuff around the
base of his
genitals tightly.  A belt then went snugly around his waist.
     "OW!.  What the fuck is that?"  Hank strained to look down at his
dick, but
could only see a glint of metal.   
     "That's a chastity cuff.  You'll be wearing it until I get you fitted
for a proper
chastity belt.  And this is the custom key for the cuff you wear."  She
held up a
black and gold key.  "Magnetics, you know.  So much better than the old
style.  It
would be easier for you to cut your dick off then to get that cuff off. 
Less painful,
too."  She smacked him hard on the ass, eliciting a yelp, only, just as
his mouth opened,
she stuck something huge into it.  Hank found that he couldn't close his
mouth at all,
that it seemed pried open.  She fastened something around the back of his
head,
presumably to hold it in place.  "This key also works the lock on your
trainer gag." 
She got off the bed.
     Hank tried to kick out at her as she did so, swinging wildly.  She
turned and
smiled.
     "That's next."  She walked behind him and felt something clamp over
is right
knee, keeping his leg straight, then another over his left.  She pulled
off another
mattress, revealing the supporting frame.  The entire thing was covered in
pieced
together leather, eye bolts fixed in each of the four corners and another
recessed in
the middle.  Hanks arms were going nub, and his neck began to hurt.
     She turned around and went back to her bag.  Hank felt his wrists
release and
he dropped onto the frame, jolting the entire frame.  His arms, numb from
being held
at the odd angle, did little to stop his falling face first onto the soft
leather.  There 
must be some cushioning underneath, but it still hurt his balls and dick. 
She turned
around and quickly pulled his right hand middle finger through an eyebolt,
wrapped
a leather cuff around his wrist, and ran a short chain from the cuff under
his middle
finger and back to the cuff, effectively locking his hand in place.  In
the seconds it
took him in his drunken stupor to realize what happened, she had the other
hand
done.  She locked to more tubes around his elbows, keeping his arms
straight.  He 
was locked in a stiff-armed push-up position.
     From there she moved behind him.  A hand reached under and grabbed
his
steel encased member and, pulling up and back, forced him to raise his ass
in the air. 
She locked another cuff around his ankle and tied linked it to another
eyehook
behind his right heel, then completed his left leg.
     In moments the women had completely immobilized Hank, his arms and
legs
straight out and supporting his body off the ground.  His exposed ass was
held high
in the air by the steel encased limbs, and a steel encased penis hung
limply below. 
His head hung low, a puddle of drool forming under his mouth.  Hank began
to cry.
     "There, there.  Only one more chain, and then you're all finished." 
She
grabbed a hunk of his hair and pulled back his head.  Hank heard a click,
but before
his head could drop, he heard another click and found that his gag harness
had been
connected to the belt around his waist.  His head now faced straight out,
eyes level
with the platform he was on.  
     "Ready?"


        
     Mistress Katherine led the way up the stairs to a long hallway.  The
women
in red giggled as Larry, sandwiched between them in the passage, groped
and
stroked their latex clad bodies.  He had seen them in the catalog the
Twighlight
Zone put out, and had jerked off often over the pictures therein.  Even in
his
fantasies he had only been able to handle one girl at a time.
     As they walked down the hall the giggling twins began to return the
gropes,
making his erection even harder.  Finally, they reached a door that
Mistress
Katherine opened.  The twins scampered inside, and turned expectantly to
Larry. 
     Larry looked around the room the women had brought him to.  Satin
pillows
covered the floor, and the smell of incense and perfume hung in the air. 
Oil lamps
lit the room with a hazy light.  Slut Mitzy kissed Larry again, and
started to fumble
with his belt.  Slut Ditzy was busy taking off his jacket and shirt while
exploring the
depths of his ear with her tongue.  Mistress Katherine stood a few feet
away and
watched, a satisfied smile on her face. 
     They finally got Larry's clothes off.  Slut Mitzy pushed Larry back
onto the
cushions, and pulled on his left leg, drawing it from the right.  Slut
Ditzy pulled on
the right, and they began massaging his upper thighs.  Slut Mitzy took the
head of
Larry's cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it,
tasting and
exploring.  Slut Ditzy meanwhile was attempting to get both of Larry's
balls in her
mouth without the use of her hands.
     "Hey babe," he said to Agent Katherine," there's plenty to go 'round.
 Want to
join in?"
     "Excuse me?  I'm here to supervise only.  And I am Agent Katherine,
not a
'babe'.  You may refer to me as either Agent Katherine or Mistress
Katherine."  The
Gaelic accent seemed to be getting stronger as she got more irritated.
     "Okay, but it ain't every day you get to deflower somebody."  Larry
lay back
and closed his eyes, enjoying the ministrations of the twins.  Every time
he even
came close to cumming, they would slow their pace and relax him.
     "Deflower?  Are you saying you are actually a virgin?"
     "At the moment...but your friends seem eager enough to fix my
problem."  He
put his right hand on Slut Mitzy's head, and helped her bob up and down. 
The red
and black band fell off his wrist.
     "Stop."
     Both girls immediately froze.  Larry's eyes opened.  "What did you
stop for?" 
Mistress Katherine picked up the band and noticed the broken clasp and the
stamp. 
     "Sluts, restrain him."  Teeth tightened on Larry's genitals, causing
him a little
pain but a lot of discomfort.  "Make any move, and they will remove your
genitals. 
The penalties for impersonating an owner's guest are extreme.  The next
time you
refer to me as anything but Mistress Katherine, you'll want to rip your
own pathetic
dick off because the pain will be so great.  Now, state loud and clear
where you 
got that bracelet."
     "I'm a customer here, um, Mistress Katherine."  Larry smiled weakly.
     "Sluts, make him tell the truth."  Mitzy resumed sucking his head,
and added
her hand to stroke his shaft.  He felt himself building agin, and just as
he has about
to explode both bit down, the pain killing the orgasm.  She then started
again, head
bobbing up and down, tongue flicking and swirling until he was about to
release, 
then the teeth again.  Larry was torn between the pleasure and the agony.
     "Slut Ditzy, put the rings on.  Larry, I read this in a story once. 
I think you'll
appreciate this."  Slut Ditzy got up and left the room, but was only gone
for a
minute.
     Slut Ditzy returned with a bag of crushed ice and a red suede pouch. 
She filled her
mouth with ice as slut Mitzy took her mouth off Larry's prick.  Slut Ditzy
lowered
her head to engulf his purpling cock, still held in Slut Mitzy's tight
grip.  The ice in
slut Ditzy's mouth and the ice water that dribbled down his shaft had the
desired
effect; Larry went semi-limp.
     Slut Ditzy removed her mouth and opened the pouch, taking out two
large
rings.  She slipped both over Larry's shaft, down to the base.  Slut Mitzy
shifted her
hand to grip his balls, digging her nails into his flesh.
     "Wait!"  Larry protested.
     "Speak again and it will be as a soprano.  Lock them in place."
     Slut Mitzy engulfed his cock, taking the entire thing into his mouth.
 Larry felt
himself grow hard again, and as he reached a full erection he felt the
bite of the
rings, whose inner diameter was smaller than his dick was round.  When he
was fully
erect, she sat back up.
     "Slut Ditzy, mount him."  The woman unsnapped her crotch and
straddled
Larry.  She lowered her self down as slut Mitzy guide the prick into her
dripping
pussy.  She slowly slid all the way down, teasing Larry with a gyrating
action until
she was fully impaled.  She was warm and wet, loose and at the same time
tight
inside.  Being inside her was better than Larry had ever imagined sex
could be.
     "Larry, those two rings will prevent your orgasm. At the same time
you will
be unable to go limp.  The action of being fucked will pinch the skin
between rings,
causing you great pain.  Pleasure, pain, and hopelessness, all in one
action.  You
will soon answer my questions, and truthfully.  Commence."
     Slut Ditzy began fucking, first a series of short humps then drawing
herself
almost all the way off.  The entire time slut Mitzy massaged his balls. 
Larry began
groaning form the pleasure and the pain.  Larry felt himself continually
build up, but
the rings prevented him from cumming.  "What is it you want?!"
     Slut Mitzy corrected his question by driving her nails into his
ballsack.
     "Please, Mistress Katherine, tell me what you want!"
     "Larry, where did you get that bracelet?"
     "I got it from a drunk in the bathroom.  Please make them stop,
Mistress
Katherine.  It hurts."
     Mistress Katherine smiled.  "Stop.  Slut Mitzy, wrap him up.  Slut
Ditzy,
keep him restrained."  Slut Mitzy left the room.  Slut Ditzy, still
mounted on top,
leaned over and whispered to Larry, "Too bad, Larry.  Slut Mitzy and I are
very
good.  You wouldn't believe the power and intensity of the orgasms we
could draw
from you.  The things we could teach you.  You could have never matched
the
experience." 
      Slut Mitzy came back with two rolls of red plastic wrap.  Slut Ditzy
got off
Larry, and grabbed his cock and balls in her hands, digging nails into
each slightly,
and pulled him to his feet.  Slut Mitzy started the first roll at Larry's
neck and began
wrapping his upper body, pinning his arms to his body.  Larry didn't move,
afraid
that his genitals would be removed.
     The first roll made it to his waist.  The second roll started at his
ankles, and
when the wrap reached his knees, Slut Ditzy let go.  Slut Mitzy continued
to
wrap, and soon had him wrapped completely, with a nice handle jutting out
front.
     "Please let me go, Mistress Katherine.  I won't take anything from
anybody, ever.  I won't say
anything to anybody about any of this, either."
     "On the contrary, Larry, I intend to give you something to brag
about."
     At a motion from Mistress Katherine, the twins picked up Larry  over
their
heads and carried him out of the room.  Mistress Katherine picked up
Larry's
clothes, rolled them into a ball, and left, shutting the door behind her. 




     A grinding sound from under the floor alerted the dancers that the
stage was
coming up, and they cleared the way.  Up came a stake, to which a young
man was
tied, dressed only in his jeans, his hairless chest exposed.  Fitz looked
out at the
crowd, and started to sweat.  From the back bar strolled the magician,
dressed in a
black leotard, thigh high leather black leather boots with spike heels,
matching
gloves, a white bow tie, and a top hat.  The crowd clapped.
     "For your entertainment tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I present: the
Damsel 
in Distress!  Tonight's mystical transformation will turn this strapping
young man 
into what he most desires!  A change that is only possible with your help!
 First, 
what is it that men most desire?"
     A voice cried out, "SEX!"
     "Then lets give him a little sex!"  She turned around, and unzipped
and pulled
down Fitz's jeans.  A panicked look washed across his face.  She leaned in
close
and whispered, "don't worry, you're doing fine.  Don't forget, I will
repay you.  In 
full."  Fitz calmed down, started sweating under the heat of the lights.
     "Looks like he already has a little sex.  Oops"  Fitz blushed, and
the crowd
laughed.
     "What is it that every man wants?"
     Another voice, "a little pussy!"
     "Then lets give him a little pussy!".  She pulled out a little
drawstring bag and
pulled it over Fitz's genitals, and drew the drawstring tight.  Then
tighter, and
tighter, until finally the bag popped off, leaving a little patch of hair
surrounding
swollen pussy lips.  Fitz looked surprised beyond belief.
     "There's his pussy.  Something's missing.  Got a pussy, what we need
is..."
     "Tits!"
     "Yes, Breasts.  Mamaries.  And what are breasts filled with?"
     "Milk!"
     "That's right."  She reached behind the stake, and pulled out a hose
and a jug. 
She fixed one end of the hose to the jug and put the other end in Fitz's
mouth, then
lifted the jug.  His cheeks bulged at first, then normalized as he made a
swallowing 
motion.  The milk level in the jug went down.  Buds appeared on his chest,
swelling into small
breasts, growing through an A-cup then to a B-cup.  She removed the hose.
     Somebody screamed "Bigger!"
     She  smiled, pulled out another jug, lifted it to his mouth.  Again,
Fitz looked
like he wasn't expecting it.  His breasts swelled, passing C- and D-cup,
stopping at
DD.  The crowd applauded loudly.
     "Something's missing from our new woman.  I know!"  The magician
reached
behind him and pulled out a long blonde wig and pulled it on his head. 
Fitz tried to
shake it off, but it was stuck on.  Next she put some lipstick on him,
whispering,
"five minutes, tops, lover."  He let her finish the make-up.
     She turned to the crowd, "Ta-dah!"
     Everybody cheered, although most knew how she did it.
     "I think it's time for me to experience the little sex now."  People
laughed, and 
applauded again.
     The stage descended into the floor, and she untied him from the
stake.
     "Would you mind getting me out of this thing?  Big tits are nice on
other
people, but it's sort of uncomfortable."  He tugged at the prosthetic
chest which gave
him breasts and covered his genitals; it had been stuck fast with some
glue, like the
wig.
     She walked over to him and kissed him, invading his mouth with her
tongue,
and pulled him to the ground.  She finally came up for air.  Her hands
moved down,
split open the pussy and pulled out his erect cock.  She placed the head
against her
leotard, which stretched around his cock like a leather sheath as he
entered her.  It
seemed to make him more sensitive.  "I don't know.  I always wanted a
she-male
slave. I think I'll make them permanent."
     


     People moved back out onto the dance floor, and the music picked up.
     "Well, Joseph, if you'd really like to pursue a career with us, then
you better
get home and get some rest.  The Zone doesn't hire anybody who isn't a
college
graduate."
     Joseph smiled warmly.  "Yes, Ms. Worthington, and I will graduate. 
Thank
you very much.  I'll be in touch."  Joseph looked back to where the stage
had 
appeared.  "I can't believe Fitz did that."
     "Don't worry about him.  He's in good hands.  She's known for giving
special
rewards to her volunteers.  By the way, Joseph, I have a house that I
would like you
to move into tomorrow.  Nothing against fraternities, but they tend to
foster some
unconventional ideas in their members.  It's at 104 Packard St.  Here are
the keys." 
She handed him two keys.
     "This is a little sudden, Ms. Worthington.  Packard St.?  But that's
sorority row!"
     "I know, dear.  In fact, you'll be living with a few girls while we
start your
modeling training.  In fact, they going to be models for the Zone.  You
don't mind, 
do you?"
     "No!  It's just that my brothers..." Images of being surrounded by
beautiful
women flashed through his mind; fantasies seemed to be coming true.
     "The brothers in your house will be green with envy, and if your
worried
about the brothers you came with tonight, I'm sure they will be well taken
care of. 
Now, shoo."
     "Yes Ms. Worthington, and thanks again."  Joseph walked briskly out
of the
Cafe and to his car, his head held high the entire way.  A moment of doubt
at
leaving his brothers behind slipped into his head, but...<They've left me
in the lurch
plenty of times.  Pay backs are a bitch.>  He started his car and left.


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