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Time Of Possession
part ten
by MarArch

Joel had to admit, he love the guys parties. Sure, the guy was a
little weird, with that strange look in his eyes and Joel always
thought he'd be a lot more at home in some kind of dark cloak and hip
high pointy boots than in a suit and loafers, but he threw the most
incredible, sexy, outrageous bashes Joel could never tell anybody
about, simply because he'd either get his face slapped or nobody would
believe him anyway. And besides, the guy was a good client, always
supplying all the documents Joel needed to do his magic with the
columns of figures and squeeze the last penny out of any tax refund or
amortization of some loan or other he could find lurking in the dark
recesses of the guys personal finances, which, Joel had to admit, were
considerable. But it was these parties that the guy sometimes invited
him to that really kept Joel kissing his ass. For one thing, they were
like some kind of damn orgy or something, somebody always boffing
somebody right out there where anybody could see them. But it wasn't
just that. They were like kinky orgies, sometimes with some poor guy
buck naked and trussed up like a turkey while some woman in God knows
what kind of outfit spanked his butt or tied a ribbon around his cock.
And some of the things that he'd seen happen to the women,
particularly the women the guy himself concentrated on had made the
phrase "holy shit" about the most common thing Joel could manage to
say at one of these get togethers.

Why the guy kept inviting him Joel never could figure out, since in
all the times he'd attended he'd never actually done anything. Well,
that wasn't strictly true. There was that one time when he was slumped
back on that couch in the library and that guy had come in with the
girl on the leash and, casual as you please, ordered her to suck Joel
off while the guy sat and talked about some damn thing or other, Joel
couldn't remember. And she had done it, too. No hesitation, no squinty
disapproving faces, no nasty looks at the guy. She'd just slinked
over, dropped to her knees and reached for Joels zipper like the guy
had told her it was okay to go get herself an iced soda with a straw
in it.

Joel sighed with the memory as he turned down the last block toward
the large house, whistfully wondering what had ever happened to that
girl. She hadn't been at the next party, or the one after that and the
weird feeling Joel got from the guy whenever he met him in those
circumstances prevented him from ever asking about her. Best not to
know, he figured. Besides, the guy always had lots of babes. He seemed
to go through them like kleenex. Anyway, Joel was, as always, looking
forward to this party. It had been several months since he'd been
invited to one and he was just horny enough, what with that bitch
office girl having finally told him to go fuck himself and quitting on
him, that he needed a little thrill. And who knows, he thought
chuckling wheezily from behind his cigar, maybe I can get my handle
pumped again. He wasn't going to rule it out, that was for Goddamn
sure.

Joel slid the big car into the open space along the curb across from
the sprawling house, killed the engine and took a quick look at
himself in the rear view. He wasn't all that bad looking, if only he
could keep his damn hair from flying up on the sides, making him look
like bozo the clown or something. His skin was relatively clear these
days, thanks to that new gook the dermatologist had given him and when
he was wearing this new jacket it did kind of smooth out his body a
little, as long as he kept it buttoned. He climbed out of the car,
dropped the soggy stogie in the gutter, locked the car and headed
toward the driveway of the large, dark three story tucked back away
from the street on the other side of the high stone wall. Showtime, he
thought.

The front door was standing half open and Joel could hear the buzz of
conversation from inside as he pushed his way in. Yeah, it definitely
was one of those kind of parties, he saw immediately. Some guy was
kneeling in the middle of the livingroom with handcuffs pulling his
arms behind him and a thick dog collar around his neck, the leash
attached to it wound around the hand of the slinky babe standing next
to him, chatting as casual as you please with some guy in something
that looked to Joel like a wet suit. Weird, he thought, but then he'd
seen weirder here on many occasions in the past.

As he wandered through the house looking for the guy so he could say
hello and thanks for inviting him again, it seemed to Joel that there
must be thirty or fourty people here and he  wondered how they could
manage to get the time off of work, if they even did work, to attend a
raunchy sex party during afternoon business hours on a Tuesday of all
things. Well, that was really none of his business and frankly he
didn't much give a damn, did he. All he really wanted right now was
some action.

He noticed a few faces from earlier parties and smiled and nodded at
them, seeing them nod back. What a crowd to be in with, he thought,
snickering to himself as he entered the kitchen. And that was when he
muttered his first stunned "holy shit" of the afternoon. There, on the
large table in the middle of the kitchen was a naked blond, laying
back like she was on some kind of doctors table, knees up, bent and
spread, while some guy sitting on a stool was rotating a banana of all
things, skin and all, that was jammed halfway in her pussy, like
turning a dial on a radio or something. Every time he got it in one
certain position her back would arch and the three or four people
standing around watching would giggle and lean to whisper at each
other. As Joel watched the guy on the stool slid the slick fruit out
of her, quickly peeled it and then slowly, carefully, pushed it back
in, easing it slowly, back and forth, careful not to break or squash
it until, Joel saw wide eyed, it completely disappeared up inside her,
the lips of her pussy closing around its blunt end.

Joels cock was immediately snaking down his boxers, growing hard and
he slipped a hand into his pocket to move it around so it wouldn't
wind up jutting straight out but instead would swell up flat against
his stomach. He watched, open-mouthed, when the guy got up off the
stool and pulled it away, allowing a short, buxom woman to guide a
slender, naked girl wearing some kind of leather contraption that
forced her arms together behind her back and a wide blindfold into
that place and pushed her down onto her knees between the
banana-babes' open legs. The short woman bent down to whisper
something in the slender girls ear and stepped back to watch. The
slender girl seemed to bend slightly forward, sniffing, sensing, her
face drawing closer to the table and then her cheek brushed against
one of banana-babes thighs and she leaned down, her mouth opening
until it settled on the pussy lips and she began to work her jaw,
slowly. The blond on the table was rolling her head back and forth
now, her hands reaching out, groping, touching two men who stood on
either side of her and slipping down, seaching for their crotches.

I got a banana for ya baby, Joel thought, his eyes fixed on the
slender girl, slipping his hand further into his pocket and using his
fingertips to stroke the underside of his own cock. Then, just as the
little knot around the table leaned in to better see and a quiet
"ahhhh" was muttered by one of them, Joel saw the slender girl slowly
begin to lean back and damned if she didn't have one end of the banana
in her mouth, holding it there just by suction, the other end still
inside the pussy of the woman on the table who by now had found the
bulges in the front of the mens trousers and was awkwardly trying to
stroke them with her palms.

Joel was almost holding his breath as he watched the slender girl
slowly, methodically, work her jaw, apparantly gumming and crushing
the banana with her tongue, swallowing the mashed chunks whole, her
face inching down toward the table girl until, just before her lips
touched the pussy, the end of the banana slipped from it. The little
gathering gave an approving mutter of sound as if they'd just
witnessed a new trick done by a family pet and chattered excitedly for
a few seconds as the slender girl pressed hard against table girls
pussy, causing her to moan and clutch at the cocks she could not quite
get any leverage on beneath the well tailored slacks of the two men on
either side of her.

But before she could cum, the short woman stepped up to the slender
girl, grabbed a handfull of her hair in a fist and pulled her back, up
and away, bringing her to her feet, wobbly and leading her back a few
steps. The men on either side of table girl reached for her arms and
bent them down, raising her, turning her, causing her to shift on the
table. In a few seconds they had her face down on the table, her ass
sticking just over the end, her legs hooked over the sides, her cheek
pressed against it, arms bent and clutching the opposite end as if
she'd slide off if she let go. The guy with the stool came back and
seated himself again at the end of the table, another unpeeled banana
in his hand, turned to share a comment and a chuckle with someone
standing next to him, then, like a doctor about to make an incision,
fixed his concentration on the table girl and raised the banana until
the end of it was pressed against her asshole.

Okay, Joel thought, shaking himself out of his reverie and turning to
move back into the diningroom, I think I've seen enough of that. He
wandered slowly, casually, through the house, his gaze falling on
various interesting little sights. 

In the library in the back of the house he almost stumbled over what
he first thought was a white, rolled up rug, before he focused on it
and realized it was obviously some guy completely encased in medical
bandages, only his cock and balls sticking out. Beside him a lovely,
terribly young looking woman sat on the floor, alternating between
stroking the cock to keep it hard and then swatting it with a riding
crop and watching it bounce and twitch as she giggled.

Joel discovered he couldn't use the downstairs bathroom because a
woman was in there, naked, on her knees, her arms pulled around and
handcuffed behind the bowl. He was just glad to notice that the seat
was down and she was leaning on it.

Someone had tied a woman spread eagle to the lower portion of the
bannister leading upstairs, and while looking for the bathroom on the
second floor Joel opened a door to find two women taking turns
rhythmically whipping a muscular young man tied face down on a bed.

Shit, he thought, closing the door, doesn't anybody just fuck anymore?
Finally he found and used the upstairs bathroom and decided it might
be a good idea to try and find his host, say hello and thank him again
for the invite. Back on the first floor he asked someone where the guy
was and was directed to the door to the basement under the stairs.

Joel moved down the stairs into the slightly darker environs of the
basement, stepping cautiously lest he wind up trodding on God knows
who or what before his eyes could fully adjust and as he reached the
bottom he noticed a few people standing, silently watching something
in the far corner where there was a small pool of light. He moved in
that direction, stepping up to a small gap in the viewing group and
the second and decidedly more sincere "holy shit" of the evening
escaped him.

It looked like a hammock but then not really. It consisted of four
thick wooden posts that seemed to be driven right into the concrete
floor, sticking up about three feet. In the top of each was a heavy
eyebolt from which ran a thick cable forming an "x" on top of which
was some kind of small leather pad at the intersection. Lying on the
pad, her legs sprread wide, ankles tied tightly to the cables, was a
woman. Not just a woman but one of the most beautiful women Joel had
ever seen. She was petite but perfectly formed, her stomach was flat,
hips wide and smoothly curved. And even the small tattoo of... what
was that, handcuffs?.. just above her pussy added something to her
allure. Her arms were pulled down and her wrists cuffed together below
and behind her where she lay on her back, almost flat on this
contraption and the upper part of her face was covered by a dark,
leather hood which prevented her from seeing or hearing anything.
Between her wide-spread lips was a large black ball gag.

And what were those things on her breasts, Joel wondered. They looked
like clear, plastic cups of some kind, attached to small hoses that
trailed off and to some kind of a box sitting on a table against the
wall. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Joel could see that every
time there was a faint click from the box, the womans breasts seemed
to swell up, her already dark red nipples, which must have been a half
inch long, sucked into the ends of the tubs. A few seconds later
another click and the breasts would slowly ease back.

Scanning her body, drinking in the lovely form, skin glistening from a
sheen of sweat, Joels' eyes fell on her crotch and he saw the wires,
one trailing down from something that clearly filled her petite ass,
two more from just on either side of her clit. These wires also ran to
other small boxes on the table.

Behind the contraption stood a petite oriental girl, also naked, one
hand swathed in a thick  mitten whose outside was pure, soft, brown
fur, which she slowly, delicately trailed over the bound womans body,
her other hand at the womans pussy, doing something Joel could not
quite see. The oriental woman looked up, directing her gaze to where
could see, at last, the man stood, arms crossed, stroking his chin,
watching intently. The man surveyed the scene with utmost
concentration and then slowly nodded. The oriental girl smiled and
turned her attention back to the woman.

Joel slipped between the people and siddled up beside the man, leaning
in to whisper at him but keeping his gaze rivetted on the spectacle
before him.

"How ya doin" he said, his voice gutteral and low.

"Joel" the man said, evenly, his attention never wavering from the
bound, magnificent woman.

"Thanks for askin' me today. This is one hell of a party... as usual."

The man just grunted in acknowledgment.

"So" Joel said, fixing his attention on the scene again. "What's going
on."

"Oh" the man sighed "training. A new slave."

"Oh" Joel said, not sure what kind of comment to add, if any. "What
kinda training?"

The man shrugged, his gaze never wavering as he watched the oriental
girl turn halfway to flip a switch on one of the small boxes on the
table, her stroking with the fur mitten never even wavering. The bound
woman seemed to tense, muscles beginning to quiver, breath suddenly
becoming tight and shallow. The oriental woman tossed a quick glance
up at the man who nodded and then she pulled her hand slowly away from
the womans pussy and Joel could see an obscenely large, pink dildo,
its entire surface covered with large ridges and bumps, slowly
withdraw from her body. But before it came completely free the
oriental girl pressed it home once more, her other hand continuing its
delicate petting, rubbing, stroking of the womans stomach and sides. 

The woman gasped and swallowed, her entire body going rigid in short,
stiff shudders, almost thrashing.

"It's something new" the man said, almost absently. "Miko is an expert
at this sort of thing."

"At what" Joel choked, watching this woman obviously winding up like a
pulled, fraying piece of rope, getting ready to snap with overwhelming
sexual tension.

"It's the combination" the man continued, his voice dreamy, as if he
hadn't heard Joel "the overdose of sensations that does it. You see?
The nipples... the sucking, perfectly timed... the clit... very low
voltages, just enough to cause the nerves to respond, even if the mind
rebels.... the plug voltage is a bit higher but that's necessary. But
it's really Miko that supplies the magic.... she's reading her...
sensing her.... finding her weak spots... and once she does...."

His voice trailed off as if losing himself in the vision before him.

Joel had to clear his throat and jam a hand deep into his pocket to
readjust his now hard and throbbing cock before he could speak.

"I'd sure like to meet her once all this is over with. The babe, I
mean. She's hot."

The man smiled with dark amusement.

"Oh, in a few minutes, she won't be able to tell you her own name. And
by the time Miko gets done with her, she's going to need a long rest.
She'll probably sleep all day tomorrow. But, her name is Debra. A new
acquisition... a real find. Ah, good. Mikos' found her."

The man fell silent and Joel watched in fascination as Miko closed her
eyes and the sweeps with the mitten became larger, pressing deeper,
her other hand working the enormous dildo into and out of Debras body
in deep, steady strokes. Joel could see Debras nipples relentlessly
pulled up, into the ends of the tubes, slowly released, then sucked
tight once more. Debras head was slowly rocking from side to side now,
her breath coming in interupted gasps and swallows punctuated with
deep grunts from behind the gag. Mikos mitten covered hand shifted to
small, tight circles in the center of Debras stomach, beginning to
press in now, just above her impaled crotch. Miko bent slightly and
Joel watched, entralled, as the pushed the dildo deep and then slowly
rotated it.

Debra began to moan behind the gag, her body starting to twitch and
shudder, as if massive voltages were pouring through every fiber of
her, her head lulling limply with each electrocuting shock that ripped
through her. Mikos began to spin the dildo, quick, shocking turns, and
with each one Debra yelped and jolted in her bondage, as if she was
dying.

Then, just when Joel thought he would start screaming merely from the
sight, Miko drew the dildo almost completely from Debras pussy and at
one moment rammed it back into her to the hilt while her mitten
covered hand pressed hard on her stomach.

Debra screamed, her entire body going rigid and as Miko jerked the
dildo halfway from her a gush of clear fluid poured from Debras pussy,
slashing wetly onto the concrete floor beneath her. The heady reek of
it hit Joels nostrils and he realized with a shock that it was
cum...volumes of it, like pure liquid lust flowing in a river from
this woman.

Miko eased the pressure on Debras stomach, held the dildo in tense
hands, waiting... three seconds... four... and then again she rammed
it home, pressing her stomach as if to drive her hand through it.
Again Debra screamed and this time the fluid gushed around the
impaling dildo, coating Mikos hand as it splashed to the floor,
increasing the glistening pools size and a fresh wave of the
overwhelming smell of pure animal sex hit Joel. 

Debra was thrashing in her bonds, jerking and shuddering as if every
nerve was burning like a fuse. The sound that roared from her gagged
mouth was like that of a tortured animal at the point of death.

Again Miko pulled the dildo from her but without pause slammed it deep
into Debras body and yet a third gush of cum and more spasming rocked
the senseless collection of nerve-endings that used to be Ralphs wife.

"Miko says her record is 15 in a row" the man said, his voice dreamy
with wonder. "I think my little slave is going to beat that right
now."

Joel groaned, his shoulders hunching and twitching as his cock spewed
into his pants... and he was stunned because he hadn't even touched
it.....




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