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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.




     Jerry came down from the DJ's booth when he saw Joseph leaving.  He
stepped up to Mistress Worthington, "Is everything okay, Mistress?  I saw
Joseph
leave; I was under the impression that things were arranged for them."
     "They are, Jerry.  It's just that Joseph has decided to join the
ranks
voluntarily.  Keep up your friendship with him.  He could be quite a model
in a year
or so.  If trained right, he could be worth even more as a personal
servant.  Your 
cut could be quite large."
     "Yes, Mistress Worthington."  Jerry doubted that his friend had been
told all
of what was expected from a model.  He wouldn't realize until it was too
late.
     "Look, the auction is going to start.  Any of your work in this
bunch?"
     "None trained by me, Mistress Worthington, but rumor has it that
Larry was
seen with Agent Katherine earlier."
     Personal servants began to escort guests to the exits; anybody with a
bracelet
and no special invitation would have to call it a night.  In just a few
minutes, the
room was predominantly red, black, white, and flesh.  Here and there stood
a
woman in other colors.  As each servant returned they removed their
shorts, revealing 
harnesses which held their erect genitals flat to their bodies.  Each then
donned 
thick cuffs for each wrist and ankle, and put on a heavy collar.  They
moved towards 
their respective owners.
     A voice boomed from overhead,"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. 
The
Twighlight Cafe regrets to announce that the regularly scheduled auction
has been
postponed until next Wednesday.  Agents and trainers with models for trade
or sale as 
personal servants will be able to submit new listings for next weeks
auction.  Instead, 
tonight we have a special attraction."
     Grumbling by the Agents at having to wait another week disappeared at
the
mention of a special attraction.  "First, Mistress Jennifer, of the
owner's circle, has
put out a standing offer for a new personal servant to replace her last
one, who was
killed in a plane crash last month.  Resumes will be taken at the office."
 People
began discussing the fact; Mistress Jennifer had sent her husband through
training
'the long way', meaning she was looking for a replacement lover, and would
be 
paying well for a suitable replacement.
     "Also, we have with us tonight, a genuine gate-crashing thief. 
Mistress
Katherine?"
     From the stairs by the far bar walked Mistress Katherine, a look of
confidence and superiority on her face.  Behind Her came Slut Mitzy and
Slut Ditzy,
carrying a body wrapped in red plastic over their head.  The group reached
the
center of the dance floor, and put their package in a standing position. 
Jerry
recognized Larry's face.
     "Meet Larry Lade, confessed impersonator of owner guest status,"
people
'uh-oh'ed and 'tsk'ed', "who, under the careful ministrations of Mistress
Katherine, has
confessed to stealing a bracelet.  We all know the rules.  Trainers only
will be permitted 
to bid, as law dictates his sentence be as a personal servant."
     Women in black separated from the crowd and started moving in around
Larry, who was really starting to sweat.  Each of the trainers either
spoke a bid to
Mistress Katherine or returned to the crowd.  As the bids got higher, more
and more
returned to the crowd.  Finally, only two remained.
     The first, dressed in an ankle length black leather dress and
sporting a blonde
braid that reached her waist, spoke loud enough for the crowd to hear. 
"Twelve
thousand."  The other, an Asian with long black hair, dressed in
stud-covered black
leather corset and skirt all trimmed with black fur, replied, "thirteen." 
She emphasized the fact by
slapping a large cat'o'nine tails into her hand.
     "Fifteen."  Mistress Katherine smiled.
     The Asian woman reached over and grabbed Larry's plastic wrapped
cock,
taking it from semi-limp to rock hard immediately.
     "Twenty."  The blonde stepped back into the crowd.  The Asian leaned
in and
whispered something to Larry.
     Larry's panicked eyes searched around the room, looking for someone
he
knew.  "JERRY!  For God's sake, Jerry, help me, please!  I don't...She
told me what she's going
to do to me!  For the love of God, Jerry, Please!"  The woman stuffed the
handle of the 
cat'o'nine tails into Larry's mouth, effectively gagging him.  Two
muscular men, 
dressed in leather harnesses, moved from the crowd and carried Larry away.
 
The trainer bowed to Mistress Katherine, then gave her a small kiss on the
cheek.  
     The voice boomed out over the floor again.  "Before we resume the
party, we
have one more surprise for tonight."  All lights went out except for those

spotlighting the middle of the dance floor.
     A female's voice boomed through loudspeakers across the place.
     "Congratulations to Mistress Megan on her fine purchase.  We hope to
see
results, and soon.  But first.  A special attraction tonight, ladies and
gentlemen. 
The Cafe has a new acquisition who debuts in just a moment.  I know it's
been a
while, but tonight we acquired a servitor!"
     A murmur went though the audience.
     "Yes, I know.  There hasn't been a servitor since the eighties; but
rest
assured, we have one here tonight!"
     A humming noise started on the dance floor, and the crowd got quite
again. 
The two panels of the silver ceiling separated from the rest and began
lowering on
huge chains to the floor.  As the entered the spotlight what was on top
was revealed. 
A beautiful blonde woman, dressed in zebra-striped gloves, corset, boots,
and mask
stood next to a wooden platform.  On the platform was poised a figure
balanced on
the balls of his feet and the palms oh his hands.  Chromed braces keeping
his
elbows and knees straight and his genitals covered gleamed in the
spotlight, shining
beams of light into the audience.  A zebra-striped bandana blindfolded the
man.  His
ass, lifted high in the air, was exposed to all as the platform lazily
turned around.
     "May I present Mistress Gina, and the servitor Hank."  A cheer went
up from
the crowd. "Now, I know all of you with personal servants are excited, as
we now
have a trainee for them to take their aggressions out on.  Tonight,
servitor will be
performing relief measures only; please check the schedule to find out
when he is
available for flagellation sessions.  I'm sure somebody as big and strong
as him will
be perfect for the old cock-and-ball torture, considering how many times
he's used
those muscles to get what he wanted from drunk coeds."
     Another murmur went through the audience.  Many women in the audience
had been raped or knew people that had been raped, and would want revenge
on
this one. 
     "But first we have a special announcement.  Guest Jerry is, this
night, being
promoted to  full agent, with all duties, benefits, and responsibilities
that go with the
position.  Master Jerry?"
     Jerry stepped into the spotlight, next to Mistress Gina.  She reached
over and
removed the white band from around his wrist.  A cheer went through the
audience,
to whom he bowed.
     "As Master Jerry was the one who located the servitor, it has been
decided he
shall be allowed virgin rights."
     Another cheer.  Unintelligible noises emanated from Hank's mouth,
accompanied 
by weeping.
     Jerry walked around to Hanks rear, and got up on the platform.  He
smoothed
his hand over Hank's ass.  The crown quieted.  Jerry unzipped the sides of
his
leather pants and pulled them off, exposing muscular legs that were both
tanned and
shaved.  A bald pubic area surrounded his eight inch hard-on.  Mistress
Gina handed
him a tube of lubricant, which he smeared all over his cock, then he
placed the
nozzle tip in Hank's ass and squeezed until lubricant leaked from his
anus.
     Master Jerry turned and looked at the quiet crowd, the only noise
coming
from a weeping and now sober Hank.  Master Jerry turned back and, placing
the
head of his cock to Hank's ass said, "Always claimed I was the fag.  You
ruined my
life, Hank. People didn't want anyhting to do with me because you scared
them off.
Now is the time for my revenge.  Who's the guy that will be taking it up
the ass for 
the rest of his life, Hank?"  Master Jerry pressed the head of his cock
intoHank's anus, 
which Hank clenched to keep out the intruder.  Master Jerry worked back
and forth, 
slowly driving more and more of his prick into Hank's ass until he was all
the way in.
     A yowl escaped from Hank's mouth, the harness destroying any words
his
mouth might have been trying to shape.  Master Jerry thrust in and out,
pounding
harder and harder.  The crowd began to grunt with each thrust in, getting
louder and
faster to match Jerry's movements.  Just when it seemed he was about to
explode,
Master Jerry stopped and withdrew.  The crowd quieted.
     Master Jerry walked around to Hank's head.  Another cheer.  Master
Jerry
reached down and removed the tear soaked bandanna from Hank's eyes.  Hank
looked up at Jerry, then at Jerry's prick which looked him in the eye.  He
tried shaking 
his head NO!, but Master Jerry grabbed both sides of his head and slid his
cock through 
the ring holding his jaw open and into Hank's mouth.  "Lick me clean." 
Hank tried to 
dislodge the cock from his mouth with his tongue and by shaking his head,
but it did 
nothing but excite Master Jerry more as he drove his engorged member down
Hank's 
throat.  Finally Master Jerry orgasmed, his body bucking as he shot cum
down Hank's 
throat, then filling his mouth.  When he finished, he pulled his now clean
but semi-limp 
prick from Hank's mouth.  
     Cum covered Hank's mouth.  He would have thrown up but something in
the
drink earlier had prevented him.  Master Jerry's orgasm had not only
filled his mouth
but it had backed up and come out his nose.   The salty-sweet taste and
ammonia
smell filled Hank's mouth, and he could feel his teeth getting sticky.  He
began to
cry again.
     A cheer had gone up went Master Jerry orgasmed, and, as if on cue,
personal
servants had looked to their owners with hopeful eyes.  The lucky ones
were
forming lines at Hank's mouth and his ass.  One of the duties of the
servitor rank
was to relieve lucky personal servants.  It was a position held for life. 
     Master Jerry was escorted off the dance floor by Mistress Gina.
     "No regrets, Master Jerry.  He'll adjust, eventually.  They always
do.  It make
take a while, though.  Mistress Worthington has declared he will receive
no
adjustment drugs or prosthetic equipment.  They going to break him the old
fashioned way.  So feel good; we've got some great pictures for you to
take back to
his fraternity."  
     "Are their rooms taken care of?  The explanations made?"
     "Yes.  Hank's paper trail will show that he couldn't deal with his
latent
homosexuality and he ran away to Europe, never to be heard of again.  Fitz
was in a
tragic car crash, and Larry will go to work in a company run by Mistress
Megan,
where he will no doubt be very happy.  Whether or not he wants to be.  She
already 
has him in a chastity harness.  She can be strict.  V-E-R-Y strict."
     "What about Joseph?"
     "Joseph will be entering the modeling program at the Zone.  The
Agents have
already started an informal bid for his contract.  It won't go public,
though, unless
you decline; Mistress Worthington has declared you have first decision."
     "I'll have to think about it."  Jerry looked at the crowd, wondering.
     "What's on your mind?"
     "Well, I was just wondering if uncle knows about you being an owner
here, and what you do."
     "Not yet dear, but he has been a little inattentive lately.  I think
a little
appreciation training session is due."
     They both started laughing, and the music started again.  There was
room
enough for people to dance around the group in the center.

=========================================================

In case you're wondering what happened to the characters from the first
two stories, let's just say they may reappear.  The next four stories are
nearly complete, and flesh out the store, the club, and some of the people
connected to it.  If you enjoy these stories, please let me know.  The
last one is not yet complete, and I'm not sure if I should bother
finishing it.

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