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Subject: Seurat's Twighlight Zone Series #4b: Elizabeth
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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
form and then only for personal use. If I find out that you are
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.
Ding-dong. Mistress Tara pushed Candy's head away from her crotch.
Pussy juice streamed down her chin. "Did I do good, Mistress Tara?"
"Fair, slut, but you'll learn. Now clean up and fix your make-up;
wear
the silvery pink lipstick."
"Yes, Mistress Tara." <I can't believe I just ate her pussy. I've
got do
to something!> But her Candy-self did just what it was told.
Candy walked down the steps carefully. <Max will help me. He's got
to help me.> She heard voices in the living room, male and female. She
reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. Mistress Tara was
talking to John, and another woman was behind him. <John! maybe he
would help!>
"Here she is now, your little slut Candy!"
"Hello, Candy" said John,"you remember slut Buffy, your old
secretary, don't you?" The other woman looked up at the name, a
dizzy-looking smile on her face. <Cheryl! She was the one that had led
John on in the first place! What had happened here?> Cheryl/Buffy was
dressed the same as Candy, only in negative. White boots peeked from
her jeans, white gloves, a white leather tube giving her black hair a pony
look, and no doubt a white corset and toys under the white shirt. Her
tits
strained against the shirt, much the same way as Candy's did, and her
erect nipples were evident. She even wore the same silvery pink lipstick.
John was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a nice shirt, and a leather
jacket.
Tara spoke, "Candy, this is Master John, whom you will refer to as
John in public, and Master at all other times. This is slut Buffy, whom
you will refer to as Buffy in public or as 'slut Buffy' at all other
times.
You will do whatever Master John tells you to."
"Yes, Mistress Tara." <like hell>
"John, everything worked perfectly. I did nothing with the toys yet,
though. Did the paperwork go through okay?"
"Yes, Ms. Worthington. The entire estate is now mine. You'd think
that somebody that thought she was as smart as she was would have
reread the contract before she signed it. By the way, seeing as she is
now
a penniless waif, she'll need a job. Any modeling contracts open for her
and Buffy at the Zone? I've got a room upstairs she and Buffy can stay
in, if they're good." At the phrase 'if they're good' Buffy's eyes got a
dreamy look, and she reached around Master John and began rubbing his
crotch. Mistress Tara smiled again.
"Programming's going well, I see. Yes, I could use a few more
models, in the bondage and sexual toys areas. Are you going to set up
Candy's program before you go?"
"Nearly forgot!" He took out a little control and pressed a few
buttons.
A voice started whispering in Candy's ears [you love Master John you
will serve Master John you will do anything Master John tells you...] then
seemed to fade into the rooms background noise. If she concentrated, she
could pick it out [you love sex with Master John you love sex with slut
Buffy you love sexy clothing...]
"Before you go, John, how are things in the biochemical prosthetics
division going?" Tara winked at the man.
"Let me show you. Buffy, show Mistress Tara your favorite thing in
the whole world."
Buffy's whole body shivered as she dropped to her knees, a lustful
grin
glued to her face. She undid Master John's belt, and nearly ripped his
pants off, exposing the cock she had rubbed to a full erection.
Candy gasped. <holy shit. Look at him. He's huge! At least ten
inches
long, and two in diameter. He was bigger than Max!> Buffy took the
head of the engorged cock in her mouth and began stroking the shaft with
her left hand while her right hand fondled his egg sized balls. Her eyes
closed and she started to hum as if there was no place in the world she
would rather be. At this point in Buffy's training, there was no place
she
would rather be. It was almost complete.
John pressed another button on the remote. The voices in Candy's
ears
were no longer in sync. [...you love giving head you love pleasing orally
and anally...] while the other spoke phrases [...to you the term on your
knees' is an invitation to please Master John orally...]
Candy felt drawn to Master John, looking him in the eyes, a question
unasked. Master John smiled and said, "Buffy, stop. Our new slut wants
to make up for lost time. On your knees, slut Candy. Show me what I've
been missing for the past three months." He winked at Mistress Tara.
She stifled a giggle.
Candy dropped to her knees in front of Master John. She wrapped her
leather covered left hand around the shaft, and reached out with her right
to fondle the huge balls which filled her hand completely. The purple
head, bigger than a golf ball, glistened with slut Buffy's saliva. <I
can't.
It's too big. Too fucking big.> Her mouth opened, and she slid the
cockhead past her silvery-pink lips, leaving a slight trail of lipstick
and
gloss as she tightened her lips grip. Her hands began stroking and
fondling of there own accord while her lips swirled and explored. Soon
she began to ease more of the huge prick into her mouth, slowly bobbing
her head up and down. <god I can't believe I'm doing this> Two inches,
then three, then four. The glans hit the back of her throat <it's too
much!
Too FUCKING BIG!>, and on the next down stroke she started to deep
throat it.
John touched another button. Between slut Candy's legs things began
to happen. The buttplug and the dildo began to expand as the current
from the batteries hidden in the corset reacted with the chemicals inside
the toys. When they reached their full size, both began to heat up and
vibrate. Slut Candy's orgasm began to build. <god I can't take much
more>
John tensed up <he's going to cum>, and slut Candy went to pull the
cock out of her mouth. Mistress Tara's hands instead forced her head
back onto the cock head just as the cum spurted forth; not the palm full
that she got from Max's little dick, but the first stream would have
filled
her mouth if it hadn't shot right down her throat. She kept pumping her
Master's cock, shooting stream after stream of tastey cum down her
throat. He pulled away, her pouting mouth sucking as long as she could.
The toys inside her overexcited her nerves, sending her into a convulsive
orgasm that rocked her like none before.
"Wow, John. How much did you prime your prick with?"
"Well Ms. Worthington, I figure that was about three months worth.
I've been saving up for a special occasion." They both laughed.
"Slut Candy, did you like that?" Tara spoke softly to the convulsing
body on the floor. "Every time you please your master, he may reward
you with an orgasm. Don't please him, and he will punish you. Or
worse, he may sell you to me. Sort of sad, really. You could of been a
femdom to rival the best in my organization. Too bad you were so
greedy; that combined with your submission to your sexual desires was
your downfall. See you Monday, bright and early. Got a new catalog to
get out!"
Slut Candy looked up at Mistress Tara and Master John, affection and
desire in her eyes. Master John pulled his underwear and pants back on,
gave a small bow to Ms. Worthington, and walked to the door. Buffy and
Candy came up on either side, each taking an arm.
<I hope Master John will let me suck his cock again soon>
Epilogue
Max swung his Porsche into the driveway, turned off the motor.
<Elizabeth is going to be fucked like never before. The little shit's
house
should have blown by now [it wouldn't] and I bet she's already wet.
Maybe she'll wear some of that kinky underwear that he buys her. If that
bitch I married had done me like this we wouldn't be getting divorced
right now.>
He trotted up to the front door. Tacked to the front door was
envelope
with his name printed on the front. He pulled it off, and the door slowly
swung open, of it's own accord. On the floor of the hallway was a large
clothing box. He stepped inside, closed the door, and opened the
envelope.
Max,
Put on the outfit in the box. All of it.
Make sure it's nice and tight.
Then bring that big cock of yours upstairs.
I've got some plans for it
and you that you will never forget.
Mistress
<Wow! She's gone off the deep end this time.> Max had a difficult
time getting his clothes off fast enough for his own taste, leaving them
in
a pile on the foyer floor. His erection was almost painful as he opened
the box. Inside were three leather bags.
The first contained a mass of one inch black leather straps connected
with rings in a criss-cross pattern. The second had what looked like a
black leather condom and a little, empty bag. In the third was a ring-gag
harness to keep his mouth open wide. After he removed the bags he saw
three small envelopes numbered #1,#2,#3.
<she has gone off the deep end, but when she gets in these moods
she's fucking incredible>
#1 - put on the jumpsuit. You climb in through the neck, like a good
little slave.
Max pulled the neck wide, surprised at the leather's flexibility, and
stepped in. In a moment he was completely in, his eagerness to please
evident. The suit was like a net covering his body from the neck down. It
left his hands and feet free, and his erection and ass bare. If he could
have gotten harder, he would have.
#2 - put the tube on my property. Pass it though the ring, then draw
the bag over your sack.
Max did as instructed. The tube was tight; almost too tight. It
covered
all of his eight inches, leaving the glans exposed. The bag, which seemed
to be made of a stretchy leather looking material, had a ring which slid
down the shaft, then drew it over his ball sack. It felt like somebody
had
a good grip. Uncomfortable, but arousing.
#3 - put the gag on and get your ass upstairs; you're already late.
<this better be worth it>
She had put him a ball-gag once, after he offed her first boyfriend.
Of
course, she had made up for his inability to use his mouth by using hers
twice as much. He stuck the ring in his mouth, maneuvered it behind his
teeth, and fastened the harness behind this head and again on top, making
sure it was snug. His mouth was open to the limit, wrapped around the 2
inch ring. He couldn't speak at all. He nearly came as he ran up the
stairs.
The bedroom was lit only with candles, and Elizabeth was nowhere in
sight A few empty boxes from The Twighlight Zone' lay on the floor.
The bed had only a black satin sheet and four manacles attached to the
frame. A large card read, Tie yourself, sex slave'. <Oh man oh man oh
man> Max hooked his left ankle into the first manacle, and slapped it
shut. It clicked. He had to spread his legs wide to get his ankle to the
other manacle. He pushed down against the hinge, and the halves closed
and then clicked. Pre-cum began to dribble down his wrapped shaft. His
arms stretched out and found their place in their manacles. The tube and
the sack held his prick pointing to the ceiling. His cock was so hard it
hurt.
"So this is the guy who was going to kill one of my favorite
biochemists, eh? Nice dick you got there; you'd think it would get you
laid a little more often, or you wouldn't be where you are now. Pretty
desperate for sex, aren't you?" A little black haired woman dressed in
white walked into the room. "Looks like you can follow directions,
though. That's good, especially where you are going." <who the fuck is
that?> Max strained against the manacles, realizing that he'd been had.
Grunts and snorts emanated from his mouth, but nothing intelligible could
make it past the ring-gag. "Where's Elizabeth? Funny you should ask.
She left a little while ago with John. What's that? You're sorry you
missed her? Part of her is still here. Here, taste for yourself!" Tara
slid
the purple dildo, covered with Elizabeth's dried juices, into the ring-gag
and all the way into Max's mouth, making him gag. "Better get used to it.
You'll be sucking real ones pretty soon."
A lot of things happened to Max that night. Things he didn't think
he
would live through. Some things he didn't want to live through. But
that's another story.
(Writer's note: There actually is a continuation of what happens to Max.
It's in part 6, to be posted soon.)
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