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I would like to thank the people who have been kind enough to let me know
how much they have appreciated my stories thus far.  It's one of the
reasons that the authors here post, and it does mean quite aa bit.  Yeah,
yeah, I know, get on with the story. 


TheTwighlight Zone' is a series of connected stories with recurring
characters, but I hope that each can stand alone.  The stories deal with
femdom, bondage, mind control, consensual and non-consensual (sort of) sex,
sexual torture, physical and chemical body alteration, and lots of other
nasty and fun stuff.  Mostly, they deal with a woman, her erotic empire,and
the people with whom she interacts.  

If you happen to be under the legal age where you live for reading this
stuff, or don't like this type of stuff, then stop reading now.
          Seurat




The Twighlight Zone, Chapter 3
'Elizabeth', by Seurat


     "Have you read these papers thoroughly, Mr. Roland?  Do you understand
what signing them means?"
     "Yes, sir."
     "And you, Ms. Harn, Have you read and understood these papers, and
comprehend what signing them means?"
     <Shit.  I wrote them.  Of course I 'comprehend', you little prick.>
     "Yes, sir."
     "Then I need you to sign here, Mr. Roland, and here, and here."
     <Hurry up, you little dick>
     "Ms. Harn?  Sign here, here and there."
     The two complied, then stood away from the table.
     "The witnesses will sign here."  The notary's two companions signed,
and he affixed the seal and stamp.  "I'll make sure these are filed
correctly.  Here are your copies."


     Elizabeth almost shook with pleasure as she watched the notary and his
companions walk to their car.  John had just signed away his entire fortune
to her. With this third pansy under her belt she would be a
multi-millionairess.  She'd never have to work another day in her life.
     John turned, looked at his lover.  She was everything he could have
wanted in a woman.  Almost six feet tall, she towered over is five-eight
frame when she wore her heels.  Toned body, nice bust, and a face which
could be modeling for years.  Big blue eyes, pouting lips, and long,
blonde, wavy hair that reached halfway down her back.  And a virgin to
boot.  Not that he hadn't tried.  He plied her with expensive dinners,
candies, and lingerie.  She said that penetration wouldn't happen until
they were married.


     "Oh god yes...yes...Yes...YES!" 
     Elizabeth's body shook with another orgasm, John's head nestled
between her legs as he lapped away.  When it came to oral pleasure, John
was good.  Too bad he wouldn't live long enough to stick anything else in
her besides his tongue.
     Of the three she had dominated in the past few years, John had been
the easiest.  Hell, she didn't mind wearing the sexy bedwear he gave her,
especially since it seemed to give her even more power over him.  Made her
even more desirable to him.  Got him even more worked up.  It was easy to
dominate men if you used their sexual desires against them.
     "Een nn eee."  The mound of hair, not her own, from between her legs
spoke.  She released his head.
     "What was that, honey?"
     "I said, 'I can't breathe'"
     Giggle.  "Sorry, teddy bear."
     "Honey?"
     "Yes dear?"
     John stood up, the bulge in his jeans overly evident.  <must be
painful>  she thought <good>.
     "I was just wondering.  I mean, I signed the papers and everything,
and you had said...well, I was wondering if we could...make love?"
     "Oh honey," <Simp>,"I told you that it isn't proper until we're
married." <unless you had a nice thick cock like Max> "And remember, I
don't want you touching yourself; a man's seed should only be used for
procreation.  So none of that nasty masturbation."  <unlike me, who's going
to be sticking that big ole nasty dildo right up my cunt once you leave>
     "But...but...you said...How about if you...you know, gave me some oral
satisfaction, like I do for you?"
     "Put your THING in my mouth?!" <like it could even fill my mouth> 
"That's disgusting!"  She'd never even let him take his pants off.
     John looked like he was going to cry.  Elizabeth lay back in bed. 
Three months of leading this wimp along.  He must be ready to explode,
after three months of nothing with her secretary Cheryl before she got hold
of him.  She had been stringing him along for another three months, after
she had fired Cheryl, so he had to have at least six months of cum about to
blow from his balls.  She picked up a chocolate from the box he'd brought
her, and bit it in half.  "You're going to have to go."
     "Why?"
     "I've got a business deal to finish." <by sucking that super-schlong
of Maxie's> "And I don't want you to be in the way."  She finished the
chocolate, and picked up another.
     "Tonight?!  But we were going out to the movies to celebrate!"
     "I'm sorry honey, but I have to get this deal wrapped up before
tomorrow."  <besides, I want to climb on top of Max and fuck him like there
is no tomorrow>
     John got a resigned look on his face, pulled his shirt back on, and
started towards the bedroom door.  "Tomorrow?"
     "I'll call."  <although by then somebody will have accidentally blown
up your house with you in it>  She popped the chocolate into her mouth,
whole.


     Elizabeth watched from her bedroom window as John got into his car. 
She lifted her left hand and wave bye-bye as he pulled away, her right hand
grasping the 7 inch purple dildo she was getting ready to slide into her
pussy.  When she was sure that he was gone, she turned and jumped into the
bed, lay flat on her back, and slid the big monster between her legs.  Soon
she would be putting Max's monster there.  She closed her eyes and began
moving the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out, feeling another orgasm
build.


     Ding-dong.
     Nothing
     Ding-dong.  Elizabeth's eyes fluttered open.  Max? No, he wasn't due
for another two hours.
     Ding-dong. <Shit.>  She pulled the dildo out of her cunt, leaving
herself feeling empty. <This better be fucking good.>  She grabbed a robe
and, putting it on, headed downstairs.


     Elizabeth opened the door to find a short (to Elizabeth) black haired
lady at her door.  She was attractively dressed all in white, with little
white pumps to match her white purse.  She carried one small and two large
packages.  "Yes?"
     "Ms. Harn?  I'm Tara Worthington from 'The Twighlight Zone'.  I have
some presents for you."  'The Twighlight Zone'.  Elizabeth had been there a
few times.  She had a pair of jeans from there that had zipper up both
sides; you could get out of them completely in a flash, never have to take
off your shoes, do you fucking, and be back in them before the light
changed.  They sold simply incredibly sexy outfits and toys there.  She and
Max had gone looking a few times, and she had convinced John to buy her a
piece of lingerie worth over $2000.  She wore it a lot when she fucked Max.
     "Presents?  I'm sorry, I don't understand."
     "A mister John Roland said to deliver these here this afternoon.  All
these items are custom tailored.  I'm your fitter."
     "John, that sweetheart." <horny little fuck.  Must have dropped a
bundle on this.  Shouldn't be spending my money that way> "What do you
mean, fitter?"
     "These are custom items.  I'm here to make sure they fit properly, and
that you can put them on and take them off without damaging them.  Quite
routine, I assure you."
     "Well then, Ms. Worthington, won't you come in?"
     The woman smiled, "Call me Tara."

     Elizabeth watched as the woman spread the boxes on the bed.  There had
been another few in her car, and these were spread out too.  She opened a
small bag and took out a four inch tube of leather.  She motioned for
Elizabeth to turn around, the pulled the long blonde hair into a ponytail
which was then held in place by the tube, so it stood out from her head
like a horse's tail.  "So your hair doesn't get caught in anything."  Then
she opened the first box and pulled out a pair of black leather boots that
would probably reach to her knee.  The five inch heels would be
uncomfortable, but Elizabeth used to do runway modeling, so heels weren't
that big a deal.  Tara handed them to Elizabeth.  "Go ahead and try them
on.  I think the size is right, and our shoes are actually very
comfortable."
     <our shoes are very comfortable, blah, blah, blah.  Bitch.  What would
she know?>
     Elizabeth pulled the left boot on.  The inside was lined with what
felt like silk, and she could feel cool air circulating around her foot. 
Still, it was a snug fit.  "How does it do that?"
     "You mean the aeration.  One of our patents.  Keeps your foot dry and
comfortable, without the need for stockings or socks.  Zip it up."
     Elizabeth pulled the zipper up, the leather folding over the seam for
a smooth finish.  The boot itself was snug all the way up; no loose spots
were evident.  It was as if Tara could read her mind.  "Another patent. 
The leather isn't actually whole, but micro-squares connected with an
elastic and sealed.  It'll stretch almost twice it's original size and
still remain smooth.  The only problem we have is it becomes very puncture
and cut resistant.  Makes it a pain to cut patterns."  Elizabeth pulled on
the other boot, luxuriating.  Max would get a hard-on just from seeing her
in these.  <These would be perfect for a little dominatrix and the slave
scene.>   She was starting to make herself wet just thinking about it.  
     "What else you got?"
     Tara opened another, smaller box.  "How about matching gloves?"
     Elizabeth's eyes went wide.  Elbow length black leather gloves were
something she had always wanted but could never find in quality.  She
pulled on first one then other, marveling at how there were no gaps or
loose spots, not even at the wrist.  
	"These are incredible.  How much does something like this cost?"
     "I'm not permitted to disclose that information, Ms. Harn.  But if
you're wondering because you would like another pair, they do come in red,
blue, yellow, and white.  Mr. Roland set up an account with us, and said
you were to have Carte Blanche.  We have a new catalog going to press in a
few days; I'll have one sent over."  Elizabeth got up and went to her full
length mirror.  Even though she was still dressed in her robe, the gloves
and boots, along with the hair tube made her just reek of kinky sex.  She
was definitely wet.  <Max is in for a night he won't soon forget.>
     "I must say, Ms. Harn, that those items compliment you quite a bit. 
Have you ever thought of modeling?"
     "Why, thank you.  I used to be a model."
     "Would you ever consider modeling for us at the Zone?"
     "I'm sorry, hon, but just today I signed a deal which guarantees that
I won't be modeling any more."
     "That's a shame, Ms. Harn."
     "What else do you have there?"
     "The main course, Ms. Harn.  Mr. Roland spent hours picking this out
for you.  I helped him myself."  Tara picked up the largest of the boxes
and opened it, then pulled out a black leather corset, complete with under
wired half-cups and a lined snap crotch.  Elizabeth almost fainted.
     "If your not too modest, you could try it on now.  I do this all the
time."
     "I wouldn't be much of a model if I never was naked in front of the
designers.  Besides, I might as well complete the outfit."
     "Then, if madam would be so kind as to step into this?"
     Elizabeth shucked her modesty with her robe.  The corset was
beautiful.  Max would flip.  "I never knew John had such...unusual tastes."
<little fucking pervert>.  She stepped into the corset, pulling it up her
long muscular legs.  When it got to her hips she had to wiggle a little,
put it finally pulled over.  The inside was padded and lined with silk. 
"How do I tighten it?"
     Tara opened another box and pulled out a small remote control looking
device, and attached to two little studs that were between Elizabeth's half
cups.  "Turn this knob and it works a series of internal wires which draw
the lacings shut.  When it's as tight as you want it, use this clip to hold
them in place, and tuck the cords here.  I'll show you the first time." 
Elizabeth watched in fascinations Tara turned the device on.  Two small
gears pulled the cord in, tightening the corset first at her lower back a
little, then further up.
     The breath was pushed from her lungs. "I think that's tight enough."
     "Really?  I would have thought somebody as fit as you would have gone
much smaller."  She began to disconnect the cords.
     "Wait.  I guess I could go a little smaller."  Tara smiled as she
turned it on again, this time a little faster, so Elizabeth couldn't change
her mind so fast.  The heavy front boning caused Elizabeth to stick out her
leather covered ass a bit, while the cups seemed to squeeze and lift her
tits at the same time.  The corset itself was seamless; not a single ripple
could be seen.  Tara tied off the ends, and stuffed them into a hidden
pocket on the front.  
     "Not so bad, was it?"
     "No, But it is hard to breath."  Elizabeth looked in the mirror again.
 Her already sexy body had an even slimmer waist, and her b-cup breasts,
augmented by the wiring and padding, jutted from her chest like two d-cup
missiles. <I'm not going to make it waiting for Max - I gotta cum, and
soon> " What else do you have for me?"  
     "Mr. Roland also picked out some earrings; two sets of matched studs. 
Are your ears double pierced?"
     "Triple, actually."
     Tara opened the small box.  Inside were two sets of pearl stud
earrings, one set larger than the others.  Elizabeth took the box and went
the vanity to put them on.  She couldn't get the strange backs on while
wearing the gloves though.
     "Little help?"
     "I'm sorry.  There designed so the don't come off very easily."  Tara
put the posts through the holes in Elizabeth's ears, then snapped the backs
on with an audible 'pop'.
     "Ouch!"
     "I'm sorry about that.  They are a little snug, but you'll get used to
it."
     "Should have warned me.  What's in that little box?"  She pointed to a
foot long box that had been inside the corset box.
     "I forgot about those.  They are toys that go with the corset.  Would
you like to try them on also?"
     <Toys?>"Why the hell not?"  Elizabeth got up and walked over to the
bed.  Her legs felt a little wobbly.  Must be the boots.  She opened the
boxes to discover a small black dildo and a smaller black butt plug.
     "I could show you how to put them on.  In case you would ever be
interested.  I'm not saying that you're into that kind of thing , but..." 
Tara mumbled her way out of the suggestion.
     Elizabeth's head thinking started to get fuzzy.  Her earlobes
throbbed.  "I don't know..."
     Tara smiled an almost evil smile.  "Here, I'll show you.  Bend over
and put your hands on the vanity."
     Elizabeth felt her body stumble over to the vanity and bend over,
thrusting her ass high in the air.  "Will this do, Tara?" <what am I
doing?>
     "Nicely, dear"  Tara opened the snap crotch and stuck her finger into
Elizabeth's wet pussy.  "Plenty of lubricant here for both holes!"
     Elizabeth felt the digit intruder, but even though her mind told her
to be appalled, her body responded by thrusting backwards, pushing the
finger in deeper.  "Tara?  Something isn't right here.  I think that the
corset must be cutting off my oxygen.  Could we take this off now? Tara?"
     "That's Mistress Tara, and I think things are going just perfectly." 
Tara removed her finger and Elizabeth watched in the vanity mirror as she
used it to grease up the butt plug.  A nasty smile came across Tara's face.
 "Ready?"  She nudged the tip of the butt plug into Elizabeth's anus, which
resisted, then pushed it all the way in with one motion.  Elizabeth
shuddered with the pain, which was erotic in a way.  Before she could think
about it, though, Mistress Tara slid the dildo easily into place.  "we'll
just hook up the wires here, and close this crotch nice and tight,
Tah-dah!"
     Elizabeth's ass and pussy seemed overfull from the constriction of the
corset. <something's wrong.  What's happening to me?>
     "Stand up, Elizabeth.  How does it feel?"
     "Very full and very tight, Mistress Tara.  Mistress Tara, what is
happening to me?"
     "You will not speak unless spoken to, Elizabeth.  By the way, I think
'Elizabeth' is too proper sounding a name for a slut like you.  What would
be a good slut name for you?  How about 'Bunny' ?"  Tara spotted the box of
chocolates next to the bed, "or 'Candy'?  Yes, I think a chocolate eater
like you should be called 'Candy'.  Don't you agree?"
     <CANDY!?  what kind of name is that for a woman of her stature?  Once
she had made a success of herself she had insisted on being called
'Elizabeth>  "Yes, Mistress Tara."  It was as if her mind was stuck in a
body she didn't control, a body with a mind of it's own, where she was just
an observer.
     Tara walked over to the dresser and rummaged through it until she
found the zipper jeans, which she tossed to Candy.  "Put these on.  We're
going to have guests in a little while."
     Candy began to put the jeans on, using the side zippers to avoid
trying to pull the tight denim over the boots.  <Max!  Shit!  How am I
going to explain all this?  Am I going to be given the chance to explain
all this?  What's happening to me?!>
     Tara was going through the closet; she tossed out a black silk shirt,
then a black leather belt, then turned to face Candy.  "It's the earrings,
slut.  The larger ones are releasing a concentrated chemical into your
bloodstream which makes you very receptive to suggestion.  Go ahead, try to
remove them.  You can't.  The halves are permanently fixed together. 
Besides, slut, you have no desire to remove them."  Candy stopped trying. 
"The smaller ones serve a function you'll discover later.  Now hurry up and
get dressed.  I'd like to see if that mouth of yours can do more than
complain before the door bell rings."

     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 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 into the foyer, 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.       

-


End?  I don't think so.  Part 5 is about Max, and I had originally intended
to post it two weeks ago, but it has since been rewritten three times.  The
third will most likely be worked on and posted very soon.  I hope.




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