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If you haven't read the warning on section 1a, do so now!



Wednesday, June 12th

     The package for the night was a box that looked like it would come
from you average
clothing department store.  I had spent over an hour searching for it,
with my wife asking me the
entire time what I was looking for, and had finally found it under the
master bed.  Whoever was
delivering the package had guts; they were sneaking in during the day and
planting the packages,
all the while risking being caught if either my wife or I came home
unexpectedly.  When my wife
was finished getting dressed, she kissed me goodbye and headed out.  I
pulled out the box and
opened it.
     Inside was a pair of black dress shoes, a pair of grey dress pants,
grey socks, a charcoal
grey shirt, and a red sweater.  Also inside was a red leather pouch
containing a thick condom like
item,  a tube of the goop, and an address.  I got my controller from the
cedar chest and put it on
the night table.  I stripped naked and started by massaging the goop onto
my dick until it was
good and hard, then applied the condom.   Reaching over to the nightstand,
I tapped in my code
and waited.  BEEP.  The condom constricted a little, the changed before my
very eyes, and after a
few seconds I couldn't tell that anything was different.  I got dressed
and headed out.  

     The first thing that I noticed when I came to was the heat.  Wherever
I was, it must have been
at least 100 degrees F.  My head ached from whatever was in the food. 
Vague recollections of an
apartment and an attractive brunette floated in and out of my fogged
brain.  I opened my eyes to a
room of red just as realized I was fastened vertically to some type of
rack, my arms pulled out
from my body at shoulder level, my legs separated by at least three feet. 
Straps at my wrists,
elbows, ankles, knees, neck and across my forehead kept me firmly
restrained.  Moving my eyes
around, I took in the furnishings of my newest 'situation'. I seemed to be
in some type of medeval
dungeon.  About ten feet across from me was a fireplace, a huge
construction of blackened
fieldstone with a maw at least five feet five high, a fire inside burning
high.  To the left of that
was some type of cage,  probably for keeping unfortunates.  To the right
of the fireplace was a
rack from which a number of whips hung.  Oh great, I thought, I'm gonna
get my ass whipped.
     I felt the hand the same moment I heard her voice.  "Well, my little
lover," the voiced purred
into my ear from behind as the hand slid down my chest towards my growing
cock," It seems you
are finally...up."  With that she gripped onto my cock hard, and I felt
another hand come around
and start to massage my chest.  My head strained to see my tormentor, but
the neck strap held me
firm.
     "A we bit anxious, aren't we?"the voice said, and the hands began to
stroke my hardening
member. "Maybe we should show the little slave what he has sold his soul
for tonight, eh?"
     With that, the hand left my now fully erect cock and I heard the slow
click-clack of heels on
stone as she walked from behind me.  I can only describe as what would be
a female devil, only
one warped by Tara's prosthetics. Physically she was very attractive, but
who could tell what was
real?  Curly brown hair cascaded across her shoulders, but did not detract
from the full pouting
lips or pointed horns protruding from her forehead.  From neck to toes she
was covered in what
seemed to be shiny red latex, with boots that had at least a four inch
heel.  Around her midriff,
from the hips o where it supported her breasts was a shiny red latex
corset.  The suit evidently had
a few very strange details, as I thought that I could see it's contour
tight around her sex - no, it
would be more appropriate to say that it went into her sex.  I could see
the outlines of her vaginal
lips as she stood in front of me. But it was her tail was that really
caught my attention.  At least
five inches thick at the base where it was attached at the top of her
asscrack, the tail was at least
four feet long and ended in a wide spade tip.  What was so strange was
that it didn't bob or sway
in motion as she walked, but seemed to move of it's own accord, almost
like a snake.
     She smiled at me, showing off a set of perfect teeth, when she saw my
reaction to her outfit. 
My cock had a mind of it's own, and was now so hard it started to hurt. 
She walked over to the
rack on the wall and started looking through the whips that were hung
there.  Finally she picked
one, a many-strapped flogger made of latex.  "Ready for a night in the
burning depths of my
hell?  No?  Maybe next time you'll be a little more careful with your
agreements."  In my mind I
remembered telling Tara I would go to Hell and back for her.  It was a
little more literal than I
could have conceived.  The first blow caught me off guard, right across
the chest.  I gasped
loudly, not so much from the pain but from surprise.  In fact, it actually
didn't hurt much at all. 
The second blow came across my right thigh, and then my left.  I thought
that this would be one
of the easier trials I would have to endure when I noticed my chest was
starting to burn.  She
walked around me and gave my back a good whack.  By now my chest was on
fire and my thighs
started to ache.  My eyes started to tear up, and I was on the verge of
crying just from my burning
skin.  Whatever coated the flogger was akin to liquid heat, and every
stroke she made, however
light, was starting to hurt more then any whipping I could have imagined.
     She proceeded around me, my eyes tearing freely.  "Well?  What
happened here?  It seems
mister erotica can't take a little beating now and then.  And that big
thick cock of yours has gotten
so small.  I think we should make a deal of our own.  You let me fuck you
until I cum, and we call
it quits, or I can continue to beat you for..." she looked over my
shoulder, presumably at a clock
on the wall behind me,"the next hour and a half.  Well?"
     "No... more... beating," was all I could blurt out, the pain on my
chest, thighs and back having
gotten to the point where I thought my skin must have been peeling off. 
Tears flowed so heavily
from my eyes I could hardly see as she made some adjustments to the rack. 
     "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that.  Did you say 'fuck me like the
slut I am, mistress', or,'beat
me and whip me the way they do it in the stories because it always seemed
like the charaters
were having fun'?'"
     I knew the ritual, but the pain still made it hard to talk. 
"Fu...fuck me like...like the slut I am.
Mistress."
     "Excuse me.  I didn't quite hear that.  Maybe you didn't mean it." 
She walked back to the rack
and exchanged the flogger for a red leather riding crop.
     "FUCK ME LIKE THE SLUT I AM, MISTRESS!"  My body shook as I yelled
out.  I was 
sobbing.  The crop hit the inside of one thigh, then the other, making my
body strain against
the bonds in response.
     She grabbed hold of my (again) limp prick and began to slowly massage
it back into to
hardness.  She quickly went into a squat position in front of me and
directed the conversation
towards my cock.  "Gee Mr. Fuckstick, your owner doesn't know how to
phrase a request, and he
didn't use the magic word."  With that she slid a ring down the shaft of
my cock to the base. 
Before I could say anything she started tapping the crop on my now
engorged member.
"Maybe we should beat it out of him."
     "MISTRESS PLEASE!  FUCK ME!  USE MY BODY!  I AM NOTHING MORE THAN
YOUR SLUT, TO BE USED BY YOU!  Just don't beat me anymore."  The sweat on
my body
had carried the heat lotion to areas where I hadn't been hit, and caused
an intense burning/itching
feeling.
     "That was better, don't you think?  Well, ask and you shall receive."
 With that she pushed at
my forehead with her index finger, and suddenly I felt myself  falling. 
The rack must have been
counterweighted, and stopped at a horizontal position with a jolt.  She
walked around to my head,
undid the neck restraint, and pushed a small pillow under my head.  She
walked away for a
minute, and then returned to where my head was and fiddled with something
beneath my neck. 
My head bobbed back so I was looking directly into her crotch, but only
for a moment.  Just as I
noticed the fact that the latex between at her pussy was wet, she picked
up my head so that I was
looking down my chest and locked it in position.  She then returned
between my legs.  In her hand
was a small tube of some sort.
     "Just a little grease to help things along."  She squeezed what I
thought was more than enough
of the stuff into her hand, rubbed her hands together, and started to
massage my cock up and
down.  Then her administrations went further south.  With her right hand
she held onto my cock,
and with her left she began rubbing my balls.  I began to forget about the
burning feeling.
     My cock was straining for release, and I realized that what she had
put on me was a cock ring.
Her right hand began to move up and down my shaft, the latex covered hand
feeling odd but good
as it touched my glans.  Her left hand was now behind my balls, pressing
the tender spot there,
and I felt a finger start to explore my anus.  Before my experience with
Tara, I had never thought
I might like having my anus massaged, but I was quickly loosing that
inhibition.
     "You mustn't be so tense.  Relax and enjoy."  I tried to relax, and
felt her finger slide into me. 
If it hadn't been for the cock ring, I would've cum right there.  After a
few minutes, another
finger slid in, and my anus started to relax.  Then a third finger joined
the others and, after a
moment of pain as my anus stretched, I began to enjoy it.  Sort of..
     "Are we ready for the fucking then?  Good."  She stood up and spread
her legs.  I saw the tail
slowly lift and curl up between her legs, and she grabbed it with her left
hand.  She closed her legs
with about eight inches of the tail now standing straight out from her
body like a mockery of a
male organ, and began to stroke it with her still greasy hands.  On the
first stroke the spade tip
came of, revealing a phallus which looked remarkably like my own.  My
whole body tensed as she
began to push it's head against my asshole.  "Come now.  You said I could
fuck you.  In fact, you
begged for it."  Again the phallus pushed, this time with more force.  She
grabbed my cock again
with her right hand and started pumping it up and down as she pressed
again with the phallus-tail. 
The pressure in my balls and cock was too great, and I relaxed my ass
muscles.  The phallus slid
in, and she began to fuck me.
     The feeling was strange, to say the least.  It felt like I had to
shit real bad; but the size and
composition of the phallus were not completely uncomfortable.  It was made
of some soft
material that let my ass form around it instead of the hard stiffness of
what I imagined a plastic
dildo would feel like.  She took long, smooth stokes, a little deeper each
time, being sure not to
damage me internally.  My sobbing grew greater, but I didn't know why.
     "So, do you like the fuck I promised you?  Had something else in
mind?  Maybe you thought
you would be sticking your cock inside me?  You know, that doesn't sound
like such a bad idea. 
Think you can handle it?"  She pushed in once more, deeper then any other
time, and then stepped
up onto the base of the rack with her left foot, causing the phallus to
twitch to one side, and at the
same time reached down at my side. 
      "Remember this?"  She lifted up the remote control I had come to
respect, and her other hand
grabbed the ring around my dick.  " I don't think you need this anymore, "
and with that wiggled
the ring off.  She pressed a button on the remote, and suddenly my cock
stood straight out from
my body, held by some invisible force.  She lifted her body up onto her
left foot and swung her
right foot over my leg, putting it on a rest at the back of the rack's
base.  The left foot followed,
onto the other side, and she was now straddling me.  The tail-cock was
still imbedded in my ass as
she grabbed my cock and lowered herself down on it.   It slid in easily;
there was evidently plenty
of lubrication inside.  She pressed another button and I felt the
invisible force around my cock 
disappear, and my cock ached all the more for orgasmic release.  "What do
you say you tell me
how much you like being fucked, slave?"
     "Please stop.  I can't take it anymore."
     "Wrong request." She started sliding up my shaft, and I realized that
the lubrication inside
wasn't natural.  The latex devil suit must have had a sheath inside her,
and she had coated it with a
weaker version of the heat liquid.  Weaker, I think, because if it had
been full strength, it would
have burned my dick off.  Even so, as it came in contact with the air, my
cock started to burn
incredibly.  She stopped halfway up.  "It won't burn as much inside,
slave.  Let's try that request
again.  Do you want to be fucked?"
     "MISTRESS, I LOVE WHEN YOU FUCK ME.  PLEASE FUCK YOUR SLAVE!"
     "Much better."  She slid back down, and the burning faded.  But
instead of humping me, she
just sat there, and it took a moment before I realized why.  The phallus
in my ass started to pull
out, and my internal muscles pushed to help it exit.  Instead of being
forced out, though, it
stopped, and started back in.  I gasped out loud, and saw the she-devil on
top of me laughing. 
"Fuck you I will, and it will be twice the fuck anybody else will give
you."  The phallus started out
again, and I felt it shoot something into my ass.  It seemed to have a
life of it's own, and started
back in, more quickly, then out.  My ass began to become numb, evidently
from the ejaculate. 
Allthis time she sat on top of me, laughing, while her tail-cock fucked
me.  In, out.  In, out.  In,
out.
     I felt her start to gyrate, grinding her red latex clit onto my
pelvis.  Before I knew it, she lifted
herself almost off my cock, then back down again.  My entire pelvic area
was now going numb,
and there was no longer any pleasureable feelings in her fucking.  In
fact, there was very little
feeling left at all.  As if by some signal, she started to pump up and
down, and the phallus in my
ass matched her rhythm, driving in when she was at the tip and pulling out
when she sat down. 
My entire body reached climax quickly, and I exploded into her.  She
continued to fuck me, and
the phallus in my ass stimulated my prostate to another climax in the few
minutes it took her
orgasm.  She climbed off me the way she had climbed on and pulled the
dildo from my ass.  My
still erect cock reached for the ceiling, but it had changed.  At the root
it was still flesh colored,
but it quickly faded to a deep red, matching the red or her suit.  The
head was extended, evidently
holding the cum from my orgasms in the strange condom I now remembered
putting on.
     "Not bad for the first time.  I hope next time you'll think about
what you ask for.  You may get
it."  She picked up a towel from beneath me and began to wipe me off.  The
world began spinning
around me.  "Was I too much for you, slut?  Did my little ass-fuck take a
lot out of you?  Or
should I say put a lot into you?"  She started laughing again.  I realized
that whatever her tail had
shot into me had not only relaxed and numbed my ass, but was now knocking
me out.  Things
started turning black...             

     I woke up on my bed in my house, still reeling from the effects of
the drug, and stumbled into
the bathroom to relieve my full bladder and intestines.  On the way back
into the bedroom I
noticed a small box wrapped in red latex on top of the television. I
grabbed it and ripped it open. 
Inside was a red latex dildo eight inches long and a video tape in a red
case, with black gothic
lettering on the tape case which read, 'Sex slut in HELL'.  I unlocked the
hidden drawer in the
cedar chest at the foot of the bed and put the items in with the others,
and relocked the drawer.
     I can only imagine what next wednesday night will be like. 


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