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The Trophy Wife 4 

By special_kwa@hotmail.com


	Warning: This file contains depictions of adult sexual
situations, including rape, and bondage. If it is illegal for you to
view this subject matter, or if you are under the age of 18 please do
not view this file. If you find these situations unpleasant or
offensive please do not view this file. The author takes no
responsibility for any illegalities arising from the viewing of this
file. The author retains all rights to this story and it is
transmitted here by an authorised person, for free viewing only. 


	I wanted to take a moment to thank all of you who have
contributed content ideas, as well as those of you who have made kind
comments. I would like to take a moment to thank "my blind friend
Benjamin" for his extremely creative comments. Additionally I would
like to make mention here of a woman whom I hope to hear more from, as
she has an especially imaginative mind. Thanks again to A. P. Yes I am
working on your idea. 

As always I hope all you fellow pervs enjoy. 

special_kwa@hotmail.com 



Episode 4


       She was conscious, though she remained quiet as I drove her
back toward the farm, and her new life. "You do something to me" had
long since ended on the radio. Apparently it was some sort of Cole
Porter marathon. The DJ had moved on to "So in Love" also a Cole
Porter classic. The word of the song, heavily laden with irony passed
to her, bound as she was in the back seat..'taunt me and hurt me,
deceive me desert me, I'm yours till I die, so in love with you am I.'
Good 'ol Cole, being an African-American homosexual in the thirties,
he sure knew a thing or two about suffering. As his beautiful words
assaulted her, so to was I. though not much yet, I was merely
exploring what soon would be all mine. Her body though certainly
blessed with curves was not as lush as Stacey's. Vicky was just as
tall, she was shaped more like a runway model, than the exaggerated
pinup that Stacey had gone to so much work, and surgery that Mr.
Potter had no doubt paid for, to provide her former husband. I must
remember to thank him one day. Vicky would never have made it as a
runway model, I mean even if I had not taken her. Her hips were far
too wide. As my hands learned all of this about her, she was recoiling
from my touch. She had nowhere to go of course, it was pure reflex.
She barely had an inch to move from my exploring hand. The business
suit she was wearing, the one she had been wearing all day in court.
Divorce court, where she had been contributing to the ruination of
marriages and lives did much to impede my explorations. The thick wire
she was bound with was also hampered my hand. I could not do much to
her here, not and maintain my driving. I had to drive properly. Not
the speed limit, just slightly above it. No one drives the speed
limit. That would be too suspicious. It would not do to get pulled
over now, not with a woman I did not know trussed up in the backseat
of her car. I don't think that even Johnny Cochran could convince a
jury that I found her on the side of the street like this. 

	Besides I was dressed like a thief. The footwear would be
enough to get me hauled into the precinct. I was wearing shoes that
were 2 sizes too small and had plain soles applied to them. Footprints
are often very damning evidence, and I was determined that I would
leave as little evidence as possible at Victoria's house. Grabbing her
was stupid, it was impulsive, and it could jeopardise all that I had
achieved thus far. It was one more thing as well, it was great! I had
never killed before, that I realised of course. I suppose that I
killed while I served in the Gulf. But killing Jason tonight had been
a whole new ballgame. It had also made me incredibly horny. A strange
reaction, but an understandable one. Killing is in part about removing
inhibitions and taboos, and about power. And power for me had become
the ultimate aphrodisiac. I was almost home with my newest prize. I
had to turn round a bend in the highway, then past a few more exist
and off ramps and we would be there. Then off in the distance I saw
them. The flashing light of a cop car off to the side of the road. I
slowed to the speed limit. As I got closer the lights of the car
revealed themselves to be two cop cars. They had blocked the right
lane and were apparently conducting some sort of road check. My heart
raced, I reached for the taser and jabbed her with it. I fired and
nothing happened. I was lucky to have gotten 2 uses out of it. "Not a
sound bitch, or I'll finish you now." She shook and began to cry
softly. The cops had pulled over two cars already and had a third car
stopped just before me. The trooper on the highway was interviewing
the driver right before me through the open driver's window. The
Cadillac I was driving was so nutless, there was no way I could make a
run for it. The trooper motioned for the driver of the car before us
to pull over to the shoulder, and they dutifully did. The way clear I
had a decision to make. Soon however the decision was made for me. The
Trooper motioned for me to move forward. His partner however, motioned
for me to drive through. I waved at this officer and drove on past the
checkpoint. Apparently they had made their quota for the night. It was
nothing more than a DUI roadside check. Got to keep the streets safe
for us law-abiding folk you know. Good work boys! 

	No one had probably even found poor Jason's body yet.
Fortunately Vicki's property was large enough to contain the sounds of
gunfire. It was smooth sailing the rest of the way to my farmhouse. I
stopped her car outside the barn. Got out, stretched, relaxed and
breathed in the sweet smell of the country air. All was quiet except
for the crickets. It was very placid, without a hint of the dungeon
and atrocities that had been perpetrated here. 

	I was only a matter of minutes till I had her car in the barn.
I picked her up by the wires and hauled her out of the car. I lay her
down on the ground near the kennel. The two dogs were roused by our
arrival and sniffed at her through the chainlink fencing that I kept
them behind. Removing her suitcase, purse and shopping took another
few minutes. I tossed a few tarps over her car. I would have to
dispose of it soon. Perhaps it was time I built a guesthouse on the
farm. I used wire cutters to free her. I left her hands bound behind
her and the grocery bag on her head. I hauled her to her feet, she was
very light and I had no trouble throwing her around. She stood there
trembling before me. I could imaging her naked. "Right now I'm
undressing you with my eyes. Soon I'll be doing it for real." She
screamed loudly and began to run blindly away from the sound of my
voice. She made it a whole 6 feet or so before she fell in a large
pile of hay. 

	I walked up to her helpless form. She could hear me coming and
began to kick wildly at my approach all the while screaming as loud as
she could. Soon she would be too hoarse to do much but whisper. I
caught her ankle and drew her leg high up into the air. She was now
almost standing on her head. Her one free limb kicked at me
ineffectively. "You kick me you get the same back." I found her
stomach and laid my boot into her. Her screams stopped instantly
replaced with retching sounds as she filled the canvas shopping bag
with the contents of her stomach. A single kick was all it took, the
fight was beaten out of her, for the time being. During the lull I
placed a collar and leash on her and began to lead her to the
farmhouse. She breathed the last outside air she would likely ever
breathe as I led her across the gravel driveway toward the backdoor. I
lead her into the house and into the study. 

	I put her in a wingback leather chair. I could see her vomit
dribbling down to her collar, running out from beneath the bag. I
would have to clean her up before the big reunion. I wanted to keep
the reunion a surprise. Headphones were the answer. I played some
soothing music to her through some headphones I placed over her ears.
Nothing like AM pap to calm you down. I turned on the monitor to check
on cunt. She was asleep in her cage. I woke her with a light jolt to
her collar. "Morning cunt, feel like having some fun?" She twisted her
face into a smile. "I..I feel like whatever you like Darling." "Good
answer cunt. Now then wardrobe...box FM, usual hair and makeup....How
long do you think you'll need?" She thought for a moment. "About a
hour an hour Darling?" I gave her a blast of juice though her collar.
I glanced over at Vickie. she was sitting there listening to the radio
play through her headphones oblivious to the fate that she would soon
be sharing. "An hours a long time. Don't you want to see me today?"
"Oh yes Darling I want you to use me, Please tell me how much longer I
have to wait before I can see you." I looked over at Vickie again, I
figured I could get her cleaned up in 20 minutes. "You have a half
hour cunt. Get started." With that I switched on the lights in her
dungeon, and she heard the bolt drop freeing her from the wall cage.
She scampered out as quickly as her stiff limbs would carry her, and
hopped into the shower. A nice hot shower would get her arms and legs
going again. I watched her on the monitors as she used the penis
shaped soap on a rope to clean herself for me. She was very thorough,
but quick. She gave herself a few quick jabs to both her front and her
rear and quickly moved on to dry herself. 

	I switched off the monitor and turned my attention back to
Vickie. I pulled the headphones off of her. Next came the bag. Most of
the mess came with the bag. Some stayed behind on her face, and in her
hair. I used the canvas bag to mop it up. Soon I had her pretty well
cleaned up. It was the first chance that she had gotten to see me. She
purposely did not look at me as I cleaned her up, she kept her eyes
screwed tightly shut "I won't tell anyone if you let me go. I don't
know what you look like, who you are, where I am." I thought that she
was being very clever. "It can't hurt you to let me go now before you
go ...before you go any further." I hauled her to her feet by her
hair. She kept her cool and her eyes closed. "Open you eyes." I
hissed. She did not, not until I repeated the command and pulled
harder on her hair. Her eyes were blue, ice blue and shiny from her
tears. I made certain that she saw me, that she was seeing clearly.
"This is what I look like." I kissed her, she stank but I didn't mind.
"For you my name is Darling." I kissed her again this time running my
tongue across her cheek. "And you're in your new home." I kissed her a
third time this time running my hands over her chest. She struggled
and fought me as I was kissing her, quite a change from Stacy.
Everything that I had done with Stacy would be fresh and new again
with Victoria. 

	I pulled her along with me by her leash into the bathroom.
There I unwound the wires holding her arms together behind her back,
as well as her collar. For the first time since I had taken her she
was completely free of her fetters. Her wrists had been cut and had
bled a little. She had struggled too much and for too long, believing
that she could get free. I had her wash her face, and brush her hair.
Her hair was long and wavy. When she was done she faced me. I stepped
up to her, she backed herself into the wall, repelled by my presence.
I ran my hands through her hair. It was soft and fine, very thin hair.
The color a mix of honey blonde and dirty blonde. I thought that she
must be a natural blonde, it would have been a hard color to fake. I
handed her her purse. "You're a mess doll, touch up your makeup." I
watched her apply her makeup. She was very subtle in its application.
Her whole demeanour was one of understatement. She had her court
clothes on, low heels, and skirt that was just below her knees, a
white blouse with a cameo at her throat, and a matching jacket
covering her up. Looking closely at her cameo I found it to be unique.
It was a depiction of two women's profiles. She was very prim and
proper. She could have been an executive secretary, or an office
manager, or of course an attorney which she was. 

	I searched her purse while she touched herself up. The only
surprise that I found was a carry permit for a handgun. Further
reading of the permit showed it to be for the gun I still had that I
had used to kill Jason. If need be in the future I had a chance of
pinning the murder on her. There were no signs of forced entry into
her house. The only evidence that I could have left was hair & fibre
evidence. You could almost never avoid that. Jason having a broken
finger, from the possession combat for the handgun would be a little
harder to convince an investigator that Victoria had managed to
wrestle the gun from him. But anything was possible. Searching further
there was no sign of any birth control in her purse. That didn't
particularly bother me. However, when over the course of the next few
days I told her that if she became pregnant by me that it would be a
death sentence as soon as she began to show, and was therefore useless
to me, I expect that she would care a great deal. I was looking
forward to telling her the good news. Stacey of course did not need to
worry too much, not with her IUD firmly wedged in her snatch. She only
had about a 3% chance of getting pregnant with it in place. That was
under normal use, which she was not being subjected to. I was using
her far more that the average married couple would be having sex. 

	Victoria was all done now and was finishing up by washing her
hands. I tossed the purse aside scattering her items of makeup around.
I took her by the hands, her hands were small and soft, the nails
longish and respectable. Not the long cheap slut set that Stacey had
been sporting probably since she was 14. I led her out of the bathroom
by her hand, as soon as I reached the door to the basement she began
to tug at my hand. I was expecting something like this, though her
ferocity did surprise me somewhat. My grip on her hand tightened, to a
crushing force, I could feel the bones bending and cracking in her
hand. She fell to the floor kicking at me and screaming for help.
Quickly I pulled her by her hand, she turned on the floor her head now
pointing toward me instead of her kicking legs. I dragged her down the
stairs to the basement, she was flailing away futilely, bouncing all
the way down the stairs. Again the basement appeared normal a typical
furnished basement with oak panelled walls. The torture chamber she
was expecting was carefully hidden from the cursory inspection. I had
flung her toward the corner, she scrambled the rest of the way
herself. Hers eyes were leaking tears and her hair was a mess again,
all her careful work destroyed. She would learn, and I would have fun
teaching her. "Get up Victoria." She slowly rose to her feet, eyeing
me nervously all the time. "They'll find me! ..I'll escape." I did not
answer, verbally anyway, I merely shook my head at her. Her anger was
tremendous boiling out of her. "Fuck you! ....I WANT TO GO HOME...LET
ME GO YOU CREEP!" Her defiance was refreshing in contrast to Stacey's
meek subservience. 

	It had been at least a half-hour, since I had instructed
Stacey to prepare herself, I knew she was waiting on the bed for me to
enter and use her. It was time to introduce the two of them. I walked
toward Victoria, took her by her collar and dragged her toward the
closet. We entered the closet. The rear wall of the closet was still
smashed from Stacey's escape attempt. It was a sliding pocket door
that was now quite difficult to move into its pocket. But I managed to
struggle it into its slide. Victoria's eyes widened at the iron door
that lay behind it. The combination lock came off in my practised
hands. I gestured for her to go through the door. She knew it was a
threshold she would not return from once she crossed it. I had to give
her a little shove to get her started. She pushed hard on the heavy
door and it slowly creaked open partway. I let her walk in first, so
she could see what her future would be. 

	Victoria and I saw Stacey on the bed at about the same time. I
had really outdone myself with her this time. Her hair was piled up on
top of her head, collected beneath her cap. The cap matched the French
Maid costume that I had forced her to don. It was a standard Halloween
item, not particularly revealing were it for the size of the garment.
It was clearly too small, her ample bosom, was spilling over the top.
The skirt portion of her outfit came nowhere near the tops of her
stockings. She was naturally not wearing panties, there was no point.
The only time that I let her wear panties was when she was having her
period. During that week I would use her orally and anally,
exclusively. A further reason for her to dread her monthly visitor.
Stacey had her hands between legs rubbing herself getting herself all
excited for me to use. 

	Victoria's reaction was predicable, and delightful and I was
glad I had it on tape from the security cameras that I had pointing
into the bedroom portion of her dungeon. Its too bad the image quality
was so poor. That's Radio Shack for you! Victoria half-screamed and
sobbed aloud at the scene that presented itself before her. It was so
surprising and so shocking she could hardly believe her eyes. It was
also her future, that aspect made it all the more horrible for her.
Stacey saw her before she saw me, in an instant she was off the bed
and sprinting toward her best girlfriend, and her obvious rescuer.
They were in an embrace by the time I stepped into view. The first
thing that indicated to cunt that I was there was my laughter. Both
the women flew from my direction back toward the bed. It took me only
a moment to slam the door shut and seal it locked, it made an
impressive clang, just like in prison. Both women were clutching each
other in fear and crying freely. Cunt was crying out of frustration
and disappointment, for a brief instant she thought that she would
soon be free, only to have that dashed just as quickly. The reasons
for Victoria to be crying were too obvious to go over. I walked over
to the bed and sat down at the headboard looking down toward them
clutching each other at the foot of the bed. I was tired but
understandably beside myself with lust. "Okay cunt..." It was hard to
get her attention. I kicked her with my boot. "Cunt!" She turned her
face toward me. I tossed her a pair of handcuffs. "Put these on her
behind her back and bring my new playmate up here to me." She knew she
had to do it. She walked Victoria up to the headboard till she was
within my reach. I pulled Victoria down to her knees, beside the bed.
I held her there, she was out of control sobbing freely, and pulling
away from me. She was not going anywhere though. "Walk around the bed
and lay down on my left side cunt." She had composed herself and rose
and walked around the bed. She lay down on her stomach and slide
herself up till she was resting against me on my left side. Her maid's
outfit had ridden down her body even more, exposing most of each
breast now. I still held Victoria firmly by her hair to my side. With
my left hand I placed my index finger at her ruby lips. She
immediately sucked it in and began to work over the finger as though
it were my cock. "You're going to show Victoria here what a good girl
you can be. Your going to teach her just how I like to have my cock
sucked. You're going to do the best that you can, and you are going to
do it now." My words were having an effect on Victoria as well. She
tried to struggle away even more fiercely since I began speaking, but
it was useless. My grip on her hair was solid. Cunt began moving
toward my crotch. She knew enough not to try and use her hands. I was
clothed this time, so she began to use her teeth to undo first my
belt, then the jeans I had on. I was wearing buttonfly jeans, it was
easy for her to pop the buttons off with her mouth. I noticed that
Victoria was not looking, she had her eyes closed. I tugged her closer
to me and pulled at her hair harder. "Pay attention bitch, I'm doing
this for your benefit." She did it, her tear filled eyes filled with
even more tears, as they too tumbled down her cheeks. But she was
watching, I knew she was watching her best friend blow me. She was
doing a good job too. She was giving me the kind of sloppy slutty
blowjob that she knew I expected. Lots of saliva, and lip smacks. Her
head was bobbing up and down so fast that her little cap was coming
loose from her head. Soon she had me thrusting upward into her throat
meeting her plunging action. I was getting deep within her, but she
didn't mind. She never complained, she was so good. I was ready to
pop, I held out for a few moments more, quickly I pushed cunt off me,
grabbed myself and directed the stream toward Victoria's face. I
painted it on her, it tried mostly for her screaming mouth, but with
her struggles and my poor aim I managed to get it in her hair and all
over her face. I came back to earth, glanced at cunt, nodded toward
Victoria. "Go on clean her up." She knew what I meant. She leaned
froward taking her friends face in her hands and began to kiss her and
lick up my cum from her face and hair. "Don't be a greedy sow now
cunt, share with the new girl." And she did too. She managed to get in
a couple of blobs in her friend's mouth before Victoria managed to
wriggle free and fall to the rough wood flooring. 

	Victoria managed to scramble away and get to the iron door.
Stacey approached her slowly, and knelt down beside her friend.
Calming her and soothing her. "I'm sorry Vick...he's gonna make me do
these things to you. You'll understand soon I have no choice. He'll
make you do things too." She paused. "You can't imagine the awful
things that he'd make me do, make us do if we don't do what he says."
The moment was too touching. "Ladies, your attention please." Cunt
turned her face to me, and half moved her friend to face me. Victoria
was still in shock. "I have an announcement to make, regarding
discipline." At least I had cunt's attention now. "If either of you
fucks up I will apply the same punishment to both of you." Cunt looked
like she would faint, Victoria could care less. "Understand?" "Yes
darling." Victoria was beyond answering, or caring for the moment. Her
life had just ended. 

	"Come on Stacey, let's go and get her ready." I stood and
walked through the curtain and through the wardrobe/makeup room and
into the shower washroom area. Stacey with Victoria leaning on her for
support followed behind me, Stacey was all but dragging her along.
Victoria was still sobbing softly, huddled against Stacey, unconcerned
with her surroundings. 

	I sat on the toilet, the girls walked in and stood before me.
"Go ahead and take your clothes of Vicky." With that she ran back
through the curtains toward the exit. Stacey looked at me. I nodded in
the direction that she had ran. "Well go and get her cunt." My little
maid went off and did just that. She was gone for a few minutes. I
could hear them talking. Soon they reappeared arm in arm. Stacey was
looking very contrite, Vicky was just plain scared. Stacy caught the
keys to the cuffs that I threw her, and removed the cuffs from Vicky.
I held out my arm toward the women. Stacey came toward me, I took her
hand and pulled her down till she was kneeling on the floor before me
facing her terrified friend. "Strip for me now Vicky." Vicky was
looking at me but not moving, aside from trembling. Hers eyes were
flashing from mine to Stacey's searching for any sign of reprieve.
There would be none from me, and there could be none from Stacy. "Last
chance Vicky, strip." She began to try finally, hers arms were riveted
to her side and moved in slow motion. She managed to get her suit
jacket off her shoulders. Her breasts were straining at the soft white
silk blouse she wore beneath. She managed to remove it completely,
then used held it before her, clutching it to her body as though it
were some protective armor that could save her. "Drop it." She did
not, instead she was clutching it to her chest. This was going to take
all day. That would not have been too bad actually. I could spend a
day torturing her like this, I think the time would pass most
pleasantly like this. "Vicky!" she did not respond, I had to call her
name again, before her tear filled eyes met mine. "Don't make me say
it again." Her lips trembled. "I ...please....I .... can't do it....
Please don't make me." She was beyond pathetic now, the state that she
had been reduced to was extremely arousing. She was right she couldn't
do it. Not without some help. I touched Stacey lightly on her
shoulder. "Go and help her cunt." She looked up at me and wordlessly
moved to her task approaching her friend slowly, and cautiously, not
wanting to spook her. She moved up beside her and they fell into each
other's arms. Pressing the suit jacket between their terrific bodies.
Stacey tried to soothe her. "Shhhh...It's okay. It'll be okay. I'll
help you. Just do what he says and it'll be ok." As she spoke she
managed to pry the jacket away from her and drop it to the floor. She
used her heel to kick it to the side. "I'll help you Vick." With that
she began to unbutton the blouse of her friend. As more and more of
the buttons were undone she trembled even more. I couldn't see how her
legs were holding her up supporting her, but they were for the time
being. 

	Stacey had to do everything for her friend. Soon she had
dropped the blouse on the floor, and kicked it toward the jacket. Next
Stacey unzipped and removed her friend's skirt, it fell to the floor
with a soft rustle. Stacey manoeuvred her catatonic friend into a
sitting position on the edge of the bathtub and helped her remove her
shoes. They were heels alright thought they were only about an inch
and a half in height. If I had my way they would be the last heels she
would ever wear that would be shorter than four inches. They too were
added to the growing pile. All she had on now was her bra and panties,
and her pantyhose. I hate pantyhose, a horrible invention, these would
be the last pair of these she would wear as well. Stacey was doing a
great job, she had calmed her down with her soothing words and her
soothing hands. 

	Vicky was no longer crying though she was not doing much of
anything either. She was allowing herself to be manipulated like the
doll she soon would be. Vicky was still sitting on the edge of the
tub, with Stacey kneeling before her, calming her friend. Her bra was
utilitarian, white, underwire, and front closing. Stacey deftly undid
the clasp and brushed it off Vicki's shoulders. Vicky did move her
arms to cover herself. Before she did I managed to get a look at my
new property. They were larger than I had expected. Nothing to compare
to the jumbo tits that Stacey sported, but they were respectable and
proud. She had no real need of a bra, they did not sag at all. All her
bra would do for her would be to keep her from jiggling in public. A
concern she would not have to worry her pretty little head with ever
again. Her only audience, though an extremely demanding one, would be
me. 

	The entire scene was lovely, at least for me. Stacey helped
her to her feet next and began to slide her panties and pantyhose down
her shapely legs. Vicky began to panic again, her hands flew down to
the waistband of her garments and began to clutch at them fighting
with Stacey to keep them up. I could have intervened, barked an order
for her to strip again, to cooperate, but I was enjoying the show too
much to interrupt it. Eventually Stacey calmed her down and won. Vicky
was finally nude before my eyes. She was stunning, and well worth the
risk of obtaining her. I looked directly into Stacey's eyes. "Bring
her to me." She took Victoria's hand a pulled her reluctantly across
the room toward me. She was trailing as far as possible behind her at
arms length. Soon she was close enough for me to touch her, which I
did, taking her other hand in mine I pulled her down to her knees
before me. I was still sitting on my toilet throne, with my dick
hanging out of my pants. Vicky looked away from us and down to the
floor, she was filled with shame, and was very humiliated. Stacy was
holding her other hand, and together we formed a happy little family
circle. I took her hand and brought it to my penis, making her hold it
in her left hand. She touched it, held it gingerly for a few moments
before her whole body began to shake. She managed to hold onto me for
barely ten seconds before she dropped me and tried to run away again.
Stacy held on tightly to her other hand, and together, they managed to
get only five feet from me or so. I was beginning to get disappointed
with her. Maybe she had gone mad already. "cunt, I think its time that
you told her the names of things. Don't you?" I loved phrasing
statements to her in the form of a question. My own personal game of
Jeopardy. Though it was clear who was really in Jeopardy. It was such
fun to see her squirm and struggle searching for the answers. This
time her response took me completely by surprise. She came over to me
and knelt down before me. She whispered to me. "Yes darling she needs
to be taught, put please I beg you don't make me be the one to teach
her." This was not good, I didn't want the new girl to ruin her good
discipline. I slapped her hard across her face. "You'll do what you're
told, first time, with a smile on your face. Won't you cunt!" "Yes
darling." Her tiny rebellion had been quashed. 

	She returned to Victoria's side, who was laying prostrate on
the tile flooring, her shaking body. I watched her bend down to her
friend and position her so that she was kneeling before her. Stacy
looked over at me, unsure of herself, unsure what was expected of her.
"You remember cunt, ask her who I am." She did of course remember, I
watched as the memory washed over her face. Now she would relive the
experience all over again, only this time it would be from the other
side of the fence. Stacy pointed toward me limply, "What is his name?"
Victoria looked at both Stacy and myself, understandably confused.
Then a flash of hatred passed through her. "His name is creep, or
asshole, or loser, or dipshit, or dick-less rapist, or scumbag." Her
hatred poured out of her, she became louder and more confident with
each accurate insult. Oh well, sticks & stones....something
..something. Power was the only commodity worth having down here and
they had none at all. Eventually she ran down, she was glaring at me
defiantly through her entire dissertation. I don't think she blinked
once. When she finished she wiped her face free of tears and snot.
"Well cunt what are you going to do about her behaviour?" Stacey
looked at her friend still kneeling before her, she drew her arm back
and slapped her. I've seen kittens slap harder than what Stacy did to
Victoria. It barely made a sound. Stacy looked toward me to gauge my
reaction. I crooked my finger at her, when she was close enough I
pulled her down kneeling before me. "You've got it all wrong cunt. Do
it like this." I punctuated my words with a ferocious open handed slap
to her face. She instinctively tried to block it, but her block was
feeble. She was throw to the tiled floor, her body made a nice
slapping sound of its own when she made contact with the cold tiles. 

	I stood up off of my porcelain throne. As I rose I removed my
belt from my jeans. I kicked off my boots and finished shrugging off
my jeans. By this time Stacy had recovered somewhat and was looking in
my general direction, more toward my feet really. I walked past her to
the still defiant Victoria. As soon as I was near enough to her I
began to flail away at her with my belt. I was not aiming, where it
landed I did not care. I first caught her on her legs, then on her
hands as she struggled at first to ward off the blows with her hands.
Her arms and hands paid for their sacrifice but did not stop or lessen
the attack. Slowly she was driven away from the belt, at first by
inches then she began to move quicker away from me and my belt seeking
any refuge she could. There was nowhere to go. Nowhere to run and hide
from me. She screamed as the belt landed on her flesh. No doubt she
had lived all her life in a civilised world in which power was
contained and society was the master. I doubted if she had ever been
hit before, certainly not like this. She was used to being in a world
that treated her considerably better than I was or would be treating
her. I slashed and slashed at her till she had been driven back into a
corner. Back into the corner of the bathtub. She had curled herself
into a ball, her head facing away from me pressed into the corner. Her
side facing me, her arms still desperate to protect her. Every stoke
of the belt made another ghastly mark that would be with her for days.
These marks would remind her that there was a price to pay for not
pleasing her new owner. I stopped, my arm tired. We were both
breathing hard, Stacy had turned away unable to watch the scene
unfolding before her. I waited for her to rouse herself. She
eventually turned herself around and sat facing me naked in the tub.
"Have you had enough?" She nodded without answering me. I bent closer
to her, and yelled right at her. "WELL ITS TOO BAD THAT YOUR OPINION
DOESN'T MATTER HERE!" The volume and content of my words had a
withering effect on her. She turned herself away from the words as
though my verbal assault were a harsh wind. I went back to slashing at
her some more driving her even further into the corner of the tub.
After a few more minutes of this I threw the belt down to the tiled
floor. Beating her, demonstrating tangibly the power I held over her
gave me a half-hearted erection. Grabbing fistfuls of her sweat soaked
hair I straightened her up in a sitting position. She made no effort
to cover herself with her hands now. Modesty was a trait she no longer
could afford, not even when she let her legs go slack exposing herself
to me that completely for the first time. I took a moment to survey
her in detail now. She had a great body, very natural. Her skin,
though covered in perspiration now, was amazing. Its former flawless
texture would be back in a few days, a week at the extreme outset. She
was pale, so pale in fact that I could trace tiny veins carrying her
blood through her thin skin. It was as if she were made of fine
porcelain. No doubt her lack of color was caused by endless nights
slaving away over the law books. A lawyer, a parasite dependant for
her survival, and feeding on the misery of others. I doubt she would
ever have a tan. Her occupation had just undergone a radical shift.
She would still be slaving away, but it would not be over books ever
again. "Look at me." She complied though slowly. After I knew she was
looking at me I took my hardening cock in my hand, and began to
squeeze it hard at the base, choking the nascent erection from it.
"The only persons opinion that maters here is mine." As I finished the
sentence, I had managed to tame my erection enough to let pass a
stream of urine toward her. "NO..." was all that Vicky managed to
scream out before she caught herself. I tried to get some in her mouth
but it was only open for the briefest of moments. As with the belt I
did not care where the piss landed on her. Anywhere was fine by me.
Where it hit her welts it would help her heal more quickly. I made it
last, as soon as she was shrieking and flailing around searching for
an escape from the humiliating piss I would pinch the flow off till
she had calmed her self down enough for me to resume. In effect I kept
shooting short bursts of piss at her till I had none left. "I told you
my name already. It is Darling. Isn't it?" She had heard her friend
say it enough already to realise what was expected. "Yes Darling." I
had won again. But that's the best part of this game, I always win.
"See Stacy, that's how you do it." Stacy nodded, and was going to
respond verbally, like she had been trained to do. But the pain filled
gasp of Victoria as I dragged her back to Stacey's side cut her off.
"Now cunt finish teaching her the names of things, and do it the
rightway this time." 

	Stacy stood before her kneeling friend. "What's my name Vick?"
"STOP! She too has a new name cunt, it is whore. Ask her again." Stacy
steeled herself for the challenge. "What's my name whore?" Vicky
looked straight forwards not up to her friends face. "You are cunt!"
She practically spat the words at her friend. Then she looked up at
Stacey's face to see the effect, which was negligible. She had been
through far worse by my hand. Stacy was just standing there` waiting
for something to happen. She was used to behaving this way and was
learning a whole new dance now. "Go on cunt. Don't stop now, you're
just getting started." She swallowed, her mouth dry and continued. She
reached out to her friend pointing at her lips. "What are those?"
"Lips" Was the single word response. That earned a slap from Stacy. It
was not ferocious. But it was respectable. "Harder cunt." I urged her
on. She repeated the slap, this time more forcefully. I spoke for
Stacy. "NO whore the correct answer is. These are the lips of my
darlings whore, cunt." I watched intently as Stacy repeated the naming
ritual that I had performed on her. She stayed clear of Victoria's
more erotic areas. Which I could be patient when it suited me, they
were not going anywhere, ever. Soon Stacy ran out of 'clean' items to
have her friend name, and was left with only her 'naughty bits' to get
named. She took her hand and brushed it against here friends left
breast. "Name this whore." Vicky responded well. "It is the tit of my
darlings whore, cunt." It went on that way, she made her name both her
breast, her nipples and her thighs. Stacy quickly glanced toward me,
ten continued up Vicki's legs toward her crotch. I watched closely as
she cupped her hand over her friend's mound. "Name this whore." "It is
the cunt of my Darlings whore, cunt." Stick your finger in her cunt."
Stacy sat there frozen motionless, she was building up her nerve to
touch another woman there. She curled her index finger upward and
pressed it in to her friend The reaction from Vicky was subdued, I had
expected more from her. She knelt there with her eyes closed, trying
hard not to move or show a reaction. I walked over to the kneeling
women, I dropped the soap dildo into Stacey's lap. "Use this on her."
Stacy took the familiar item in her hand. "Lay back whore, you may as
well get comfier, cunt here has got a lot of stamina. And if you ask
me I think she'll last a long long time." Vicky complied, she was
beginning to see that she had no choice in the matter. Not anymore.
She would never again be able to glibly deny sex from her boyfriend
for trivial reasons. For my amusement she would always be available,
at my convenience. 

	She was lying back on the tile floor, the cold of the tiles
was having an effect on her skin, and her nipples both of which became
sensitive to the cold. Her nipples seemed quite responsive and were
hardening due to the cold of on her skin. Lets hear it for natural
responsive tits. Stacey's may have been more, but there is something
to be said for quality. Stacy leaned forward toward Vicki's crotch,
she began to wet the dildo with her saliva, transferring it from her
mouth, to her left hand then stroking the dildo applying it to the
fake phallus. "Where ya gonna stick her cunt?" She had though that she
was going to put it in her friend's vagina. I could tell by her body
language that that was her intended target. "I'll put it wherever you
want darling." The dildo was only inches from Vicki's cunt. "Where do
you think you friend should fuck you first whore?" "It doesn't matter,
whatever I say will be wrong, you'll do what you want anyway. So get
on with it." I was stunned, her reserves of defiance kept filling, and
replenishing themselves. Soon she would become completely exhausted,
and I would win. Remember, I always did. "I'd like you to stuff it
down her throat cunt, and shut her the fuck up." Stacy tried to do
just that. She leaned forward toward her friend and pressed the soapy
dildo against her friend's lips. I could see Stacy mouthing the word
sorry over and over again, as she pressed up against her. Vicky was
defiant in this too, ultimately she relented though, and let the dildo
enter her mouth. 

	It only entered her a few inches, 3 at the most, before she
choked, and reached up with her hands and pushed Stacey's hand from
her, dislodging the dildo as well. She coughed for a few seconds more.
"You're not much of a cock sucker are you whore? Maybe I'll have to
change your name. Lets see now what can I call you. ... how about
bitch. That seems to suit you actually. If you keep this up I'll
really treat you like a bitch. Do you think she'd like that cunt? Do
you think she'd like it if I introduced her to Jason and Richard?"
Stacy was speechless not knowing what to say. Finally she came up with
an appropriate answer. "I think she likes whatever you want her to
like darling." "Do you like it when Jason and Richard visit you,
cunt?" "I like it if it pleases you darling." Her answers were
acceptable and safe. "Well I just don't know what to do. I'd like to
find something she'd like. You must know what she would like.
Girlfriends talk don't they cunt." I watched as they glanced at each
other, I was certain that they talked to each other about such things.
"We never actually talked about it much darling." That's bullshit, all
women talk to their girlfriends." I let the preposition hang in the
air for a few moments. "The way she sucked on that cock you'd think
she'd never done it before." Again they looked at each other. It was
subtle, but I was onto something. I was determined to get at the
truth. I moved off the toilet, stepped between them so they couldn't
see each other anymore. I sat down between them facing Stacy. She was
the weaker one. The one who had become accustomed to obeying me. The
one I could use to get to the other one. I took Stacey's chin in my
hands and moved my lips to within a hairs breath away from her. Then I
slowly moved forward and began kissing her. I kissed her deeply, like
a lover would, I explored her mouth with my tongue completely. She
returned the kiss, just as deeply. I broke the kiss but as I pulled
away from her I held onto her lower lip, biting it between my teeth.
Her lip became distended as I pulled away. I bit down on her lip, I
felt her lip being deformed between my crushing teeth, and savoured
the panic in her eyes. Soon felt the skin separate beneath my teeth
and we both tasted her blood. It was a small wound though it made my
point. "You're friend here, she hasn't had much experience with men
now had she?" Stacy shook her head no. "But she couldn't be a virgin
now could she? No she couldn't be a virgin. Virgins are a lot like
Unicorns. Some people actually claim to have seen one, but I don't
believe it. "No she's not a virgin is she Cunt?" The question was a
rhetorical one. I turned my attention back to Victoria. She was
huddled naked of course, up against the tile wall. I couldn't see her
face her hair was hanging down the sides of her head, blocking the
view. I think she was having a bad day. In fact I think she was having
the worst day of her life. As far as I could tell she had no
boyfriend. When I was packing her bags, I didn't see any clothes of
any potential boyfriend. No picture on him on her night table. There
was no evidence of any birth control in her purse, or in her bathroom
either. A woman with her looks, she was well off too. It just didn't
make any sense to me. What other reason could there be for her to be
so ill at ease with men. That was it! Ill at ease with men! I turned
back to Stacy, the cunt. "She's a dyke isn't she cunt!" I saw the
truth of it in her face, as I dug into her and wrung it from her. That
would explain everything. A lesbian divorce attorney. I saw Victoria
slump down further against the wall. She certainly didn't look like
the stereotypical lesbian. I believe that the term for what she is is
a lipstick lesbian. I reached out to her and brushed her hair from her
face. I wanted to watch the effect of my words on her. "So you are a
lesbian eh whore?" She turned herself slightly away from me trying to
disappear into the wall. "You know what whore? .........I'm a lesbian
too! Yup that's right. I'm a lesbian trapped in a mans body." My joke
was too funny to me. So much so that I chuckled aloud. Mostly because
she of course did not see the humour in it. 

	This was special, this was a treat. This was something to be
savoured. This was a fine wine that I would get to roll around and
around my palate before finally swallowing. The unspeakable acts that
I would soon be imposing on her would be doubly horrible for her. From
her point of view they would be performed on her by what was certainly
a monster, but to her they would be as despicable to her as homosexual
acts would be to myself. For to her that is what they would be. The
act of male female intercourse for her would be as horrible as male to
male intercourse would be for me. The thought of a male trying to
copulate with myself made me physically ill. I could feel my stomach
turn at the mere thought of it. I imagined it must be the same for
her. Instantly I knew what I wanted to do to her for her first time
with me. I had much to prepare. It was going to take a few days to get
the needed supplies. But that was just as well I wanted to give her a
chance to heal up a bit. I only hoped I could keep my hands off her
and wait long enough for the master plan to come to fruition. I still
had cunt here to help me keep the edge off. "Get her in the shower
cunt. She stinks. I think she peed all over herself in all the
excitement." I left them alone. No doubt she answered her usual Yes
Darling as I stormed out of the dungeon. While I was gone I could hear
them talking to each other. 

	They were whispering. Stacy was aware that they were being
monitored, and had told her friend. Victoria was incensed and was loud
enough for her portion of the conversation top be heard by the
microphones that I had implanted in the dungeon, despite her warnings.
"How could you tell him!" She was clearly upset with Stacy. "Why
couldn't you just lie!" And finally I heard her nearly shouting. "You
were always such a stupid bitch. Why couldn't you just have divorced
that old degenerate. I told you we could break the prenup! Why did I
ever let you con me into this stupid fucking plan of yours." I
switched off the microphone, but not the recorders. 

	I quickly found what I was looking for and hurried back to
their side. Vicky was just finishing her shower, and was drying
herself off. I tossed the measuring tape to Stacy, and told her to
take her friends measurements. She did it but was clearly nervous
about the close proximity to another woman. She was notably
uncomfortable about taking Vicki's hips and waist measurements. Her
face was quite close to Vicki's pubic mound, when she bent over to
take the measurements. I wrote all the measurements down in a
notebook. She was after all going to need a new wardrobe. 

	When they were done I led Vicki over to the iron door in the
wall that led to the cell. I placed Stacey's iron collar around
Vicki's slender neck securing it myself. I opened the small door and
motioned for her to get in. She got down on her hands and knees and
crawled in slowly. I watched her crawl in and sealed her into the
wall. I would need some time to prepare for her first time with me. As
an artist I wanted to do it right. I would have only one chance to
make it memorable for her and I. She could wait she wouldn't be going
anywhere Besides I wanted to give her something for being as nice to
me as she had been thus far. I wanted to give her a couple of days of
no food, no water, or sleep. I had a feeling that she would be much
nicer to me after a few days in the wall. I also wanted to giver her a
chance to heal up a bit. I certainly didn't want to fuck her with all
those marks across her body. She was strong and healthy, at least for
now she was, and she would heal up fast too. I couldn't say that she
would have the same recuperative powers in a few months. So I had to
take advantage of her strength while she had it. 

	With Vicki tucked in for the night that left me and Stacy with
some time on our hands. She still looked great to me tarted up in her
humiliating maid ensemble, despite her split lip. I led Stacy into the
next room, she had some freshening up to do. Vicki had some crying to
do, and it was the least we could do to leave her alone. Well
relatively alone, I was after all taping her every moment in the wall
cell. 

	I sat Stacy down at the dressing table to fix her makeup. I
watched as she reapplied her eyeliner, mascara, and fire engine red
lipstick. Soon she was looking as radiant as ever, and I was more than
ready for her. I stood by the side of the bed with my erection
pointing straight at her. She approached me from the other side of the
bed crawling across the bed to get to me. Promptly as I had trained
her to do, she kept crawling toward me until she encompassed by cock
with her mouth. Her breath was hot on me and her tongue was darting
all around the underside of my length. I was already hot enough but
lately I had instructed her that she was to always begin by taking me
in her mouth. I knew how much she hated it. I flipped her over on her
back with her legs directed toward me. Like the practised slut that
she was her legs flopped open with not a hint of the shame that she
once had. Her left hand had drawn her breasts from her maids outfit
and she was manipulating them before me. Her other hand, her right
hand was between her legs holding herself open. Spreading her vagina
open for me for my inspection. Her index finger of her right hand was
placed directly on top of her clitoris, and was rubbing it in a
circular non stop motion. The fear of endless torture, torture without
end had turned her into this. She gave a convincing groan as I fed
myself into her soft vagina. A groan that meant she loved my touch,
and dreaded the moment that it would end. On an intellectual level I
new differently. She in fact hated me and would kill me with her bare
hands were it within her power to do so. I drove myself into her again
and again. My lust fuelled by these thoughts. Thoughts of power, my
power. The power I held over her. The power she once had, that I had
ripped from her the same way that I was ripping into her now. I was
still standing up while I fucked her. Her legs had wrapped themselves
around my waist. She could not sit up to embrace me with arms, as my
training had prepared her to. Instead she was doing the next best
thing. Her hands had wrapped around her breasts, and she was kneading
the artificial tits as though they were cookie dough. Her head was
tilted far back, her mouth open wide in a gape, impersonating passion.
She was getting to me again. I slowed my pace in an effort to make it
last. She clamped herself down on me, squeezing me tightly every time
I hit bottom. Then letting go of me when she felt me being to move
backwards. She had become a practised whore for me. I could always
count on my cunt to give me a great fuck, day or night. I could rouse
her from a deep sleep and barge in to her chamber demanding any act I
could conceive of, no matter how perverse. By now her legs were rising
straight up from her laying position. I had her ankles on either side
of my head, surrounding me in her legs, and their silken covering. She
was screaming out in her artificial passion. I quickened my pace, a
vocal woman always gets to me, then soon after I was moving in a blur,
rapidly in and out of her. Her ass was hanging off the edge of the
bed, my thighs were slapping against her clapping. I imagined the
clapping was for us. The approval drove deeply into her a final time,
and I was pumping her full once again. She knew the signs extremely
well by now, and helped things along, rhythmically grasping me, then
releasing me every few seconds. As soon as I had left her she had
turned around on the bed, her garment swishing as she turned her head
back to my member. With no direst instructions she had popped my dick
back into her mouth, licking and sucking it clean of our fluids. I had
recently specified that after every fuck if she didn't try to get me
hard for another round, that she would regret it. She was bobbing her
head up and down on my semi-hard cock, trying to coax another erection
from me. That in turn would be used to further degrade her. Her
practised tongue and these thoughts conspired to give me what I
wanted, yet another erection that she would be forced to deal with.
Soon I had her turned around again. Her head down on the bed and her
ass pointed skyward. "Hold yourself open cunt." In a flash her hands
were at her behind prying her cheeks apart for my plunder. The going
was tough into her ass, with only residual baby oil, and what little
had slid down the crack of her ass to pave the way, but I didn't mind
too much. She was being vocal again, stifling her scream with the
bedding. Holding her by her hips I began to use her ass for my
pleasure. Having just come a few minutes ago I was guranteed to last a
lot longer this round. It was a good thing to she needed more practice
at imitating desire, when I fucked her ass. Toward that end (pardon
the pun :)) I slammed myself into her ass as deep as I could get, then
stopped my movements. "You do some work cunt." With that I was
watching her slide herself off then back onto my dick. I was surprised
to see she was changing the color of my cock, slightly darker. I
didn't think that I had been feeding her all that well, that she
wouldn't be more clean back here. I had determined that I was not
going to move for the duration of her ass fucking this time. But as
she got me more and more excited my mind was changed and I slammed
into her a few times till I finished in her. I'm sure that she had
emptied me out and I was done for the night. But again, she had
whirled around to try and tease a further erection from me with her
talented mouth. Who was I to argue with such a beautiful woman? This
time her efforts were rewarded only by providing her owner with shiny
clean cock, that I would put away for more fun latter. 

	I left her dressed as my little maid, my sorcerers apprentice
had done well, as well as could be expected under the circumstances.
It wasn't everyday that I forced her to collaborate with her rapist to
break her best friends will. I snapped the handcuffs to the headboard,
and walked around her to the other side of the bed, and secured that
wrist as well. I then walked back to the end of the bed her legs were
pressed together, how modest. I held out a hand, she moved her leg
placing the ankle in my hand for me so that I may secure her spread
eagled on the bed. 

	I decided to leave Stacy here while leaving Vicki in the wall
cell. They would have buoyed each others spirits had I kept them
together. Better to partially break in my new whore first, just for a
few days then, reintroduce them to each other. I had much to do to
make my new playmate comfortable. Taking the measurements that Stacy
had made and the sizes of her clothes that I had packed for her I
faxed an order to a ladies fashion house that I had used before for
Stacy. The lingerie and costumes that I ordered would arrive tomorrow.
Every few hours I would check to see if Vicki had cried herself to
sleep or not. If I noticed that she had drifted off I would give her a
blast of electricity to rouse her from her slumber. I decided to giver
her something to pass the time watching. The TV screen mounted in the
ceiling flickered to life. I heard the speaker playing Stacey's voice
to her friend. "Hello my name is Cunt. My Darling owner loves it when
he lets me suck his long delicious cock. He has instructed me to make
this tape to show you how he likes me to do it. His cock is so
yummy.................." That should keep her interest for a few
hours. Five and a half hours to be precise. 

	I set about repairing and improving the damage done by the
recent events. The sliding door in the back of the closet was
replaced. I added another bolt to the hinge side of the iron door.
Event if they managed to pry off the hinges it would do them no good.
I also added another bolt to the wall cell door. This one would trip
and lock the door, in case of another power failure. Also in case of a
power failure I ordered an industrial UPS system, it would provide a
few hours of electricity, which would be more than enough. 

	Getting rid of her Cadillac was another chore that I had to
accomplish soon. Preferably before anyone discovered Jason's corpse or
realised that Vicki too had gone missing. I jacked the car up and set
it running. I wanted to jack the odometer up to match the actual
distance I planned to transport the car to the dump sight. I loaded
the car onto the tow truck still concealed with the car cover, and set
off for a road trip. I won't mention the city that I took it to.
Suffice to say it was a port city. I dropped the car off in a wooded
area north of the city. In the trunk I left Vicki's suitcase only half
full of the clothes I had taken with her. If anyone found the car soon
they would also find a pair of pink high heels that were too big for
Vicki, a skin-tight pink dress, a matching purse filled with all of
Stacey's effects. Before I left I also took Vicki's freshly fired gun,
field stripped it and cleaned it with bleach and brake cleaner. I made
sure to remove the clip before I had Vicki and Stacy handle it
thoroughly. At the dump sight for the car I again field stripped the
weapon. I carelessly left the slide in the car. Opps! I then threw the
remaining pieces as far from the car as I thought the women could have
thrown them. Too bad the pieces of the weapon fell short of the river,
and lay exposed on the nearby rocks. How careless of them to leave the
murder weapon behind like that. In the vehicle I left some travel
brochures for Hawaii and Mexico. Here was also one for Rio. Maybe Harv
could squeeze a vacation out of this. He was such a dedicated and hard
working cop. I wanted him to be happy in his work. Wouldn't want him
to retire early. I would have had to cultivate another source in the
department. The burning rag I placed in the mouth of the gas tank
burned fiercely for a few moments. I helped it fall out of the opening
to the ground. I could hear the FBI agents now...."They should have
stayed at least long enough to ensure that the car caught.." 

	It was about a 12 hour drive round trip. By the time I arrived
home I was exhausted. I nevertheless had to check on the animals. They
were fine. Vicki looked like she hadn't slept much more than an hour
at the most. The simple light timer I had left had given her a jolt
every hour or so just to keep her awake. I fed Stacy, some food that
is rather than my cock. I made her masturbate herself for me. I was
too tired to bother to fuck her. I resolved to automate their feeding.
I had to think more on this to come up with a workable scheme. The
dogs were fine, I fed them and let them run about the farmhouse for a
while. They found a rabbit and chased it. It managed to escape them,
typical. Thanks again Harv. They were distracted by a passing
helicopter. It was a chopper belonging to the State Patrol. I wondered
what they were looking for. There was nothing on the news yet. Perhaps
they were just being coy? I decided to sleep some. I slept soundly and
without interruption, not even from dreams. 

	The next day around 11 AM a van drove onto the property. I
went out to greet the driver. It was the delivery service, dropping
off Vicki's new wardrobe. I took the packages from the driver thanked
him and tipped him. I carried the bundles into the dinning room,
searching through them to make sure that all the items that I had
specified were there, and in the right sizes. Among the boxes there
was a special box. A hat box, "Helen's Bridal Supply" was printed on
the box. The veil that the box contained was incredibly fine. I had to
hold it up to the light to see the near microscopic weave of the lace.
Nothing but the finest for Vicki's first time. 


There are other section coming in the near future. If you have content
idea for poor Stacey's future appearances please send them along to 


special_kwa@hotmail.com 


Here's wishing you all have a healthy fantasy life. 



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