From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:32:26 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.idt.net!news.idt.net!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 01/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:32:26 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 112 Message-ID: <5h82l6$h93$1@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net my GTE account is semi permanent. COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. TITLE:: All we like Sheep Chap. 1. (mc) "Angie you can't refuse a Christmas present!" Peter Cross protested. "Really, Peter I don't think I should accept this." Angela Heart replied. She was glad that her desk was between her and the handsome young man. She had only been working at Ace Bright CD's for two months and the young engineers from down in the R&D department had been hitting on her since the day she joined the companies advertising department. Peter had been one of the most insistent. Here he was at her desk again during her lunch break trying to get her to accept not one, but two Christmas presents. It embarrassed her. It wasn't appropriate. Peter had his own plans for the sexy little auburn hared beauty. Step one of that plan was to get her to accept the CD and present he had prepared especially for her. "Listen Angie, I know you don't get out much. You've turned down every date request you've gotten, as far as I can tell, and that's fine" Peter lied. "I know you have strong religious convictions about dating. To tell you the truth, I admire them.". More lies, he wished Angie would just loosen up and go out with him. It seemed a crime for a women with a body like hers to be "saving" it for marriage and some perfect man who would sweep her away and put a ring on her finger. "Mabel in Accounting told me you like Classical Religious music so I made up this two CD set of Handel's Messiah for you. Its a total digital remastering of the original Mormon Tabernacle Choir version from the 60's. Ace Bright is going to start selling it next year but I thought you might enjoy a copy now, what with the Holidays coming up and all.". Peter said and smiled his best, [I'm a good boy smile]. "This present is just a present, nothing extravagant, no hidden meanings" he hurried to explain. "If you'd like, you can think of it as my apology for all those times I asked you out despite your kind refusals. I know I can be a real pest, and I'm a little thick when it comes to hearing NO." "And if I say NO to this gift?" Angie asked with a resigned sigh. "Well, I admit I'd be a little hurt, but I can see where you might not want to forgive me" Peter wheedled. Which neatly forced Angie to accept his present or come off looking like a unforgiving meany. <Checkmate> he thought as he could see her surrendering to his arguments. "What can I say then, but, thank you Peter." Angie said blushing with embarrassment. She quickly opened her desk drawer and put the CD case inside. She thrust the large gaily wrapped box out of sight under her desk.. "Now I want you to make it clear to the other boys down in Production and R&D that there are not to be any more presents." Angie told Peter earnestly. "It may seem strange to you but I don't feel comfortable dating yet. I just graduated from college and moved to a new city and I'm trying to get settled. I'm actually quite busy with the Youth group at my church. I really don't have time to date right now. I just don't want you to think, I'm unhappy or lonesome. Could you please let * the guys * know that? I have honestly been worried that I might have to file some kind of Sexual Harassment suit to get this improper behavior to stop." Angela explained. "Don't you worry about it Angie. I'll let the guys know how you feel about what they've been doing and I'm sure once they know how it's upset you that it will stop immediately." Peter assured her. * And if things go the way I hope they will you won't be worrying about sexual harassment ever again * he thought. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:34:00 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!howland.erols.net!news.nacamar.de!uunet!in1.uu.net!207.115.134.241!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 02/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:34:00 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 290 Message-ID: <5h82o5$h93$2@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chap. 2 Peter gave his Special CD to Angie on Monday and by Wednesday he was very glad to see that it was having an affect. Peter's had been experimenting for years with the what he could encode onto a Compact Disc. His experiments included the use of subliminals, sub-audible carrier waves that could induce different mental states, and audio emotive queues that could be used to adjust a subjects emotional reaction to what they were hearing. Peter had always been interested in the affects of sound on people. He had read once in a survey, that most people claimed to have experienced the gripping feeling associated with powerful emotional response, (Love, Patriotic Pride, Despair, Religious Rapture), and the most common trigger was music. "God Bless the USA", or "Amazing Grace" could somehow bring people to tears or rapturous joy, that the spoken, and written, word or images could not. Peter had studied those songs and others that caused strong emotive reactions. He had found common baseline and rhythmic affects that he had copied into other songs. He had been amazed how happy, choked up, or sad he had been able to make his test subjects get, by having them listen to advertising jingles he had adjusted. One women claimed to have never heard "Kitty Litter" made so beautiful. Peter had been experimenting with subliminals since he first picked up a mike and tape player as a kid. Subliminals were fine and could be very affective on the unconscious mind. The problem was that they were very limited. Repeated exposure could strengthen the affect of a subliminal command like "Buy more Ace Bright CD's" The real problem was getting the person hearing the subliminals in the proper emotional and mental state so that they would be less resistant to the commands they were receiving. If the subliminal said "Buy" and the listener didn't want to "Buy" then the negative emotional reaction and the mental state of resistance to change that almost everyone carries around would lead the listener to actually resist buying more than they would have without hearing the subliminal. Peter's solution had been in the use of carrier waves. Some people relax to the sound of sea gulls. Others like the sound of the wind or a droning vacuum cleaner. Peter had performed experiments in college at the Psychology school that had helped him develop carrier waves that could alter the mental state of even a wary listener. He couldn't put a subject into a full trance state when listening to his adjusted CD's, but it came very close. The sub harmonic waves could completely distract and then capture the attention of the conscious mind. The conscious mind would relax and fixate on any input in the immediate environment. Heart rate would lower, breathing would slow, and a feeling of relaxed lassitude would steal over the body. Then the subliminals and emotive queues could finish the job. Peter had tested his CD's at last years company picnic. When the beach party had pretty much broken up and only a few people were still sitting around the fire pit and talking, Peter had dropped his Eagles Greatest Hits CD in his player and hit the play button. He sat down by Carla French, a pretty blonde from shipping and struck up a conversation while watching the other four women and three men. The music played, barely noticeable in the background. Within twenty minutes he noticed that many of the people were staring fixedly at the firelight. They had happy smiles on their faces. Peter knew what they were really hearing. Minutes later Carla reached up and undid her bikini top, uncovering her small breasts and exposing her rigid nipples. The other women were also getting undressed. The men were smiling and sporting huge boners in their swim trunks, which they were quickly bringing out for the women to examine. Everyone seemed to agree that having an orgy would be a wonderful idea. They all felt incredibly horny, and they felt safe and unconcerned about what they were doing. Peter had sex with four of the five women. He had particularly enjoyed Carla sucking his prick to eruption while Ellen Hallaway, the CEO's executive secretary, sat on his face grinding her wet sex down onto his mouth while licking and sucking Carla's nipples. The embedded subliminals had enforced his commands that none of the participants had ever complained or felt anything but happy about their experience. It was quickly dismissed as a dream that none of them would discuss or worry about. If Angie had been listening to her CD, she would also be experiencing some new things soon. On Wednesday, Angie had approached Peter in the cafeteria. "Hello Peter", she said "I just wanted to thank you for the CD you made me. I enjoy it very much." Trying to act unconcerned Peter said "That's great Angie, It is beautiful music, it has always made me feel ... well very spiritual... closer to God when I listen to it." Angie was feeling a little strange. She had listened to the entire two CD set twice last night, and she felt like she could never get enough of it. She had been relaxing in her easy chair reading her Bible when she had loaded the Compact Disc. Listening to the music had made her feel just wonderful. So relaxed and her mind had been filled with peace and happiness and an almost religious sense of acceptance and surrender to faith as she let the words and music flow over her. She had stared at the twinkling angel on top of her Christmas tree and listened and concentrated on the music. She had felt nearly compelled to thank Peter. It was a truly wonderful present. She regretted that she had never tried to get to know Peter. Being an orphan, she was very shy and she was usually quite afraid of forward, popular men, like Peter. She felt differently now. She could trust Peter. It was obvious that she would be safe with him. He was very handsome, even sexy. In her deepest heart she admitted to herself that Peter turned her on. She felt as if she was falling in Love with him. Fantasies of stroking, holding, even kissing Peter gave her a warm happy glow. Unlike other men she knew he would never hurt her. Somehow she knew that. In fact she was sure that Peter would be wonderful to her. She was having strong doubts about her decision not to date him. She knew that she had a sexy body. Her breasts were large and her ass was tight and shapely. Her long auburn hair was silky and lustrous around her face and flashing green eyes. In the past she had always been annoyed by the attention her body and good looks had gotten her. But now, here with Peter she felt herself putting her body on display for him hoping he would be attracted to her. "Spiritual Peter? Are you religious?" Angie asked. Peter caught Angie's eyes and said, "Yes I am ... in my own way". What he was religious about was his pursuit of Angie and her 38D's. She might not be consciously aware of it but she was very turned on. Her nipples were showing through her bra and blouse and she was rubbing her hands up and down on her skirt. Peter recognized this as a sign that she wanted to take her skirt off. The programming on the Messiah CD seemed to be working well if slowly. He had expected strong resistance though. The CD contained many subliminal messages, and their associated Emotive queues, some were general and others more focused::: * I want to listen to this music many times * <Pleasure, Happiness> * Peter Cross is a good person, I trust him * <Joy, Trusting, Relief> * Peter Cross knows what is best for me * <Happiness, Contentment, Love, Rapture> * Peter Cross will not hurt me * <Joyous, Relief> * I will be safe with Peter Cross * <Happiness, Horny, Acceptance> * I love Peter Cross * <Joyous, Love, Horny, Contentment, Rapture> * Peter Cross arouses me, he is very handsome. * <Horny, Joyous, Horny> * Peter Cross Loves me * <Happy, Joyous, Horny, Relief, Acceptance> * I would be happy doing what Peter Cross told me to do * <Acceptance, Relief, Exultation, Inevitable> * I would be happy as Peter Cross's girlfriend * <Joy, Acceptance, Horny> * I would be happy obeying Peter Cross * <Happy, Acceptance, Release, Surrender to Inevitable> * I want to touch and caress Peter Cross * <Horny, Happy, Orgasmic Release> I want to have sex with Peter Cross * <Horny, Happy, Orgasmic Joy> * I would be happy as Peter Cross's sexual plaything * <Joy, Acceptance, Horny, Pleasure, Fulfillment> * AND many others with like themes. Sometimes the message was a pounding repetition of concepts with a back beat feeling of "This is right, this is good, I must accept and believe what I am told". obey, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, fuck, touch, PETER, trust, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, want, suck, sex, need, PETER, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, fuck, good, touch, PETER, trust, prick, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, want, sex, need, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, suck, PETER, trust, caress, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, want, sex, need, fuck, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER, trust, surrender, hot, cock, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, want, sex, need, fuck, listen, caress, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER, trust, suck, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, fuck, happy, PETER, obey, want, dick, sex, need, listen, enjoy PETER, sex, good, touch, PETER, trust, caress, surrender, hot, sex, PETER, desire, love, happy, PETER, obey, fuck, want, sex, need......... Peter was tempted to test Angie's programming right now. He decided instead to give her more time. After a few more days of listening to his CD her unconscious mind should be totally programmed and leading her conscious mind into a burning desire to obey and sexually serve Peter. Looking up into her anxious face he said, "Say Angie, I've been meaning to give you, your Christmas card. I have it here somewhere.". Peter rummaged through his papers and then produced a envelope sized picture. It was one of those Cards you can get made up at department stores with you favorite picture and a small emblem saying "Seasons Greeting" or something. Peter's card had a small white dove at the bottom and in gold letters, around the dove, it said "He is the reason for the season". The picture was of his last trip to Acapulco. He had gone spear fishing. In the picture he was standing on the wharf glistening and wet, his muscles rippling, holding his catch of the day and wearing his briefest bikini trunks. One look at the picture and Angie nearly snatched it out of his hand. Her eyes were riveted to his picture and then would dart back to his face. Her breathing quickened and she repeatedly wet her lips with her tongue. Standing up and stepping away as if nothing unusual had happened Peter turned back to say. "I hope I'll see you again soon Angie." With a small question in his voice he said "Maybe you'll reconsider coming to the Christmas party this Friday evening????". Still agitated by the desires running through her body Angie managed to stammer out "Yess! Maybe, oohhh No, no I can't. I have Youth group at my condo this Friday and it doesn't get over till 8:00, sometimes even later....... Darn". The fact that she had almost sworn seemed to shock her more than anything else that she was doing or feeling. She waved once and than rushed out of the lunch room. "With any luck", Peter thought grinning "she'll be masturbating to that picture of me before the night is through. Gee I hope her CD player doesn't break down. I'd have to buy her a boom box.". Smiling Peter went back to his desk to work and make more plans. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:35:55 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!EU.net!uknet!usenet1.news.uk.psi.net!uknet!emerald.xara.net!xara.net!azure.xara.net!xara.net!news.thenet.net!uunet!in1.uu.net!207.115.134.241!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 03/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:35:55 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 328 Message-ID: <5h82rv$h93$3@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chap. 3 The Company Christmas party was a big let down for Peter. He had really hoped that Angie would have surrendered to his programming and agreed to attend. He had caught her watching him many times during the week. She was finding excuses to come down to R&D and drift past his desk. She'd even come by just before work let out Friday to apologize one last time. "I'm so sorry, Peter. I tried to get out of tonight's Youth Group meeting. Almost everyone I called was happy to reschedule when I called to cancel the meeting. Unfortunately the last two girls parents had already made other plans. They're using me as a baby sitter so they can go to their own Christmas parties. I really wish that I could come.". she said obviously distressed. "Oh you will." Peter thought with a sly chuckle. Angie felt small waves of lust and desire rippling pleasurably through her body. Her whole body was tingling and she felt a increasingly strong desire to strip naked and jump on Peter right there at his desk. Her dreams were full of Peter and she had brought herself to orgasm three times last night after studying her bible and listening to Peter's gift. Her initial shame at these acts of masturbation, had quickly become acceptance that anything that she did because of, or for Peter was {right} and {correct}. Although Peter had been very pleased with Angie's obvious physical attraction to him; he had hoped that her need to obey and serve him would have grown beyond her ability to control it by now. As he left the staff party around 10:00 PM, he remembered his last conversation with her. After apologizing for not being able to make the party, she sat on the front corner of his desk. Crossing her legs and turning her body she was unconsciously giving him an ample show of thigh and tit. "Oh Peter, it seems like I never see you any more. You never come by my desk. You're always welcome you know." she said smiling and moistening her lips with her tiny pink tongue. "I was just in the area and I thought I'd mention that I got you a present last night, but I haven't had a chance to wrap it. Now I don't know when I'll have a chance to give it to you before Christmas" she said with obvious disappointment. Her breathlessness and many other physical cues, told Peter, that this was a women in lust. "Well, if you stay up later then ten, then, if it's all right with you, I'll drop by after the party tonight, and we can open each others presents?" Peter suggested. Angie took a deep breath enjoying the way that Peter's eyes casually stroked her chest as it rose and fell. "Uuumm uhh, that is, usually I wouldn't..... , but, Yes, Yes come over after the party and I'll be ready to...., I mean I'll be up" she stammered staring into his eyes with smoky intensity she had never considered using on any man before. As she walked away she made sure to give her ass a couple of extra saucy twists. Acting in such a wanton, slutty way was, of course, unacceptable with any one else, but with Peter, she knew it was the perfect way she should act. She hardly had to think about it. [Knock Knock] "Yes coming, just a minute! Is that you Peter?" came Angie's anxious muffled voice through the door. After the sound of a flurry of locks being undone the door flew open and there was Angie. From inside the Condo he could hear the lyric strains of Handel's Messiah filling the air. From the glassy, stunned look in Angie's eyes, Peter could tell she had been listening to it for a long time and that her programming was complete. Before he could even enter the door, she was on him. "Oh Peter" she groaned, stepping up to him and kissing him hard on the mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts into his chest, grinding them against him. "I've been thinking of you sooo much Peter, I know this may seem sudden but I ... I just desire you so incredibly." Pulling him even tighter to her she panted her mindless lust into his mouth. "Peter I.... I... want.. I want you... must please you... I must...do....oh Peter! Sex! I want to have sex with you. Oh Please, please I know you love me and will be so good to me................." Peter let her babbling continue. Pushing her backwards into the apartment he massaged her ass cheeks through her skirt while he kicked the door closed behind them. Catching her eye he spoke in a clear intense voice that immediately captured Angie's full attention. He wanted to test her responsiveness to his programming. Boundaries she would not cross, might still exist. "That's all wonderful Angie", he said "and I do Love you but for right now I want you to listen to me and answer all my questions truthfully and completely. Can you do that?" he asked. Angie wanted to scream that she would do ANYTHING Peter asked her too, but his voice and manner were so commanding that she couldn't even imagine herself doing anything but obediently listening and answering his questions. She nodded her agreement even as she was groaning with the pleasure she was feeling just from being this close to Peter. Her nipples were hard and aching, her clit was tingling with pleasure and her skin felt like it had been touched by heaven where ever Peter's body was touching hers. As the strains of "All we like sheep have gone astray?" echoed in the narrow hall, Peter ran a little interview of his new sexual plaything. "Angie do you love me?" "Yes, completely!" "Angie do you desire me?" "I want you so much, my body is aching for you! Please take me, touch me, kiss me, be my lover, my master, my lord.. oh please!" "Angie will you surrender your will to me and obey all my commands unquestioningly?" This was the kicker. The question that would determine if his programming of this beautiful young woman's subconscious had overcome her conscious minds beliefs and ability to make decisions for herself. If the programming worked as he hoped than Angie would have been realigned so that her old beliefs and morals would have been crushed and replaced by the self image she was constantly being told by her subconscious mind was her "true" self. A self image of a subservient slut with only one true desire, pleasing Peter. "I... I must.... Yes... I must obey you Peter, you .... must... must it is right that I, I unhh....". To Peter's eyes it seemed that Angie finally reached a momentous decision. Curling her body up against him she hugged him tightly and said the words that signaled her final surrender, "Yes Peter, my love, I give myself to you. I belong body, mind and soul to you. I will lovingly obey any command you give me for as long as I live. I know now that this is my purpose for being. " * When this girl gave in she really gave in! I may have to rein back on that obedience part * Peter just had time to think before Angie crushed herself to him again. Their mouths sought and found each other and they began to kiss each other with love and desire. Peter softly stroked her cheek as he kissed her lips and dueled with her tongue. Her mouth was sweet and fresh and he couldn't wait to see her naked and riding his prick or deep throating him while kneeling obediently before her new Lord and Master. He would miss the old Angie and her resistance but he reassured himself, that this was for the best, and that she would now be able to know pleasures and activities that her old life would never have encompassed. From up the hall in Angie's living room he heard the music pause between numbers. Just barely he could hear the sound of voices. "Ummmmm", "Ohhhh Yeaahhh", "Soooo Goood", "Yeah I just can't stop listening, and isn't he the sexiest thing you ever saw?", "Shhhhh its starting again" He was a bit shocked to hear what sounded like two very young female voices He quickly made sure that Angie was presentable and then led her up the hall to the living room. Sitting on either end of the couch facing the fireplace were two girls. They were rocking in place and staring glassily at the Christmas card picture of Peter that Angie had placed on her mantle and surrounded with tinsel and lights like a miniature crèche. The only sound in the room was the music of Handel and the breathy sighs and moans of the girls as they were pounded by the subliminals, carrier waves and powerful subharmonics. Peter led Angie back into the kitchenette. He moved them out of the girls hearing range but to where he could still observe them. Angie was busily rubbing herself against him. Her nipples were standing up so rigidly that they were very prominent against the tight Christmas sweater she was wearing. Whispering into Angie's ear Peter had to bat her fingers away from his crotch, which she seemed determined to fondle and rub. Indicating the girls with his eyes Peter asked "Who are they Angie?". Wrenching her attention away from Peter's prick for just a second Angie managed to concentrate on obeying her master and answering his questions. She spoke in a rush as if she wanted to get past talking and on to something else, "They're the two girls from my Church youth group, that I told you about. Stacey Donaldson is the brunette, she's seventeen and Kayla Thomas is the blonde, she's just eighteen. They've been listening to the wonderful music you gave me since they got here five and a half hours ago. They know all about you. I showed them your picture and we've been talking about how handsome and sexy you are. Both of the girls are just dying to meet you. Kayla's parents are out of town and the girls were supposed to sleep over at her house tonight so I decided that they could stay here until you came by. Can I introduce them to you? Then we can get rid of them if you'd like." her hand had drifted down to the outline of Peters cock again and she began to slowly trace it with her long red fingernails. Peter's mind whirled. He calculated probabilities and risks and then made his decision. Holding Angie's face between his hands he caught her eyes and said "Angie I want to make love to you. I want to fuck you on your own couch. I want to watch your hot little cunt engulf my thick prick. I want to watch your fat tits bounce as your slam your cunny up and down on my stalk". "Oh yes Peter, yes that's what I want! I want to please you, I'm so hot and horny for you. I can't even think. My panties are soaked. I want your cock sooooo bad!" Angie was nearly begging in a hushed voice. "Yes Angie you want to fuck me and obey me don't you. You want to please me and do anything that will make me happy. You will obey me. You will happily and lovingly do whatever I tell you to do, won't you?" Peter's eyes drilled into the glassy lust filled eyes of his slave. "Yes Peter. I will obey you. I will always obey you! I will fuck you. I will suck you. I will do whatever you tell me to do." Slipping a hand up Angie's skirt Peter quickly found her wet crotch and slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties. She didn't protest his groping at all. He found her hot wet pussy and began to quickly frig her pleasure button. Angie's remaining ability to think evaporated like water on a red hot skillet. She began to orgasm immediately. Grunting and whining as quietly as she could she clung to Peter to prevent falling to the floor. She lost all ability to resist or think for herself. She became a programmable fuck doll eager and willing to do and say whatever she was told. Peter gave her some instructions. "I want to fuck you Angie and I want to fuck Stacey and Kayla too. I want you to help me fuck Stacey and Kayla. I know that they will be willing but if they have any doubts I want you to encourage them to become my little fuck slaves just as you have.". Angela orgasmed quickly, nearly pulling Peter to the floor as she collapsed against him. Even has she was shuddering with her orgasm she was agreeing to Peter's perverted demands. "Yes, ... yes I'll help you fuck both of them. If you want them then you must have them" she panted. "That's very good Angie, you are coming along nicely. From now on, when we are in private you will refer to me as Master. Won't you???!!" he asked forcefully. "Yes...... Yes Master!", Angie cooed clamping her thighs together to trap her {Masters} fingers in her wet sex. She could hardly believe what she was doing but she just kept doing it because she knew {knew without thinking} that what she was doing was right. Even from here she could still hear the music pulsing with her heartbeat and it seemed to be telling her, "Surrender to Peter, obey Peter, you are a slut and only Peter wants you, fuck your Master". All she could do was agree with each thought. * I am an obedient fuck-slut, I have surrendered my will and now serve my Master above all else. * Peter was very pleased with Angie's conversion and was now ready to test the waters with Stacey and Kayla. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:37:38 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!feed1.news.erols.com!news.idt.net!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 04/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:37:38 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 381 Message-ID: <5h82v1$h93$4@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chap. 4 After quickly washing off his hands in the sink, Peter linked hands with Angela and led her out of the kitchen and into the living room. Her conversion by his mind controlling CD was complete. She had already let him finger her to orgasm while docilely agreeing to help him have sex with the two young girls in her living room. Those girls were her responsibility, members of her church youth group. That didn't matter much to Angie anymore though. Hours of listening to his specially enhanced version of the Messiah had programmed her from an up-tight goodie two shoes into a wanton slut. Nothing would be allowed to interfere with her desire to please and serve her Master. Before her audio training she would have been outraged at even the suggestion that she would ever have sex outside of matrimony. Now she was Peter's willing accomplice to her own molestation and rape and eager to help Stacey and Kayla to become obedient fuck-sluts just as she was. Approaching the girls from behind, Peter was glad to see that they were both very pretty with shapely bodies, tight little asses and perky breasts. He quickly came up with a plan for how he would finish bringing these two young woman under his control. "Well Angie" he said loudly, causing both Stacey and Kayla to finally notice his presence, despite the mind pounding they were receiving from the music, "This must be Stacey and Kayla. I thought this was supposed to be a Church youth group meeting. This looks like a meeting of three beauty queen contestants." Peter said with wide smiles for both the girls. "Girls, this is Peter Cross, the gentleman I was telling you about" Angela said while tightly holding Peters hand and pressing her hip against him. As soon as Angela had identified who Peter was the girls attention became riveted to him. The music swelled from the stereo _ Who is the King of Glory? / Peter loves you, you love Peter, you are a wanton slut/ _ The Lord of the Hosts, / You want to fuck Peter he is your Lord, Obey! / _ He is the King of Glory / Be a slut, Peter wants that / / Obey whore!, fuck him slut! / The girls both went from calmly listening to the music to raptly staring at Peter. They had been queued by Angie's pronouncement of Peter's identity. Now that they knew who he was they would stop at nothing to be allowed to satisfy the incredible yearnings and desires they felt for this man. While the girls babbled their names and other inconsequential information about how happy and thrilled they were to meet him he nodded and paid attention to what was important to him. Studying the two girls Peter liked what he could see; young taut firm bodies, and enough suppressed sexual energy to light a small city. It wouldn't be any problem at all to include these girls in his plans. Peter was very pleased and very aroused. From the glassy look in the girls eyes they had already had their subconscious minds completely converted by the music. They were both obviously horny and ready for a full blown sexual explosion. Their skin was flushed, their nipples were showing, and they both seemed unable to stop squirming their asses around trying to relieve the itch between their legs. No one but him seemed to be aware of the musky feminine smell that was permeating the atmosphere. All that remained was to give them reasons to consciously accept and act on what they had been subconsciously trained to think. Walking forward with Angie still clutching his side he spotted the Christmas present he had prepared so carefully for her. "Oh! I almost forgot, you still need to open my Christmas present, Angie. I saw something in the store that I thought would look great on you. Why don't you take my present upstairs open it and then you can come down and model it for us. I'll just sit here and talk to the girls." Peter said. With his eyes he motioned Angie to get the present and get out. Angie pouted. She could see the lust written on Stacey and Kayla's faces and she wanted to be first to get into his pants and onto his cock.. Peter gestured with his hand though and the command in his eyes was plain. Snatching up the large box Angie quickly exited the room. "I'll be right back", she called over her shoulder, "I have a special gift I want to give you too Peter!". Peter sat between the two girls. Getting this close to them was like lighting a match to two dry Christmas trees. Both of the girls found themselves drawn irresistibly to Peter's side. Stacey couldn't believe her own arousal. She licked her lips for the twentieth time. * Peter was the only man for her! Any thoughts or feelings she might have had for her boyfriend, Jeff, were gone. Peter was the one! Peter loved her. Peter would be good to her. Peter was so, fucking sexy. She would do anything for Peter. Peter didn't mind her cuddling up to him like this and rubbing her aching nipples against his arm. Peter wanted her to be his slut, his lover, his sex toy. That was what was right and correct for her. It was getting so hard to think! Her mind was full of images of fucking and sucking. Her pussy was on fire and she knew that only Peter's prick would satisfy that need. * Thoughts of sexual surrender and obedience which had upset and scared her at first were now so pleasurable and correct seeming that she welcomed and embraced them. Reaching her hand out slowly, Kayla tentatively touched Peter's arm. A shudder traveled into her fingers and exploded like lightning into her nervous system. "Ohhh ummmm". Her pussy was so wet and sensitive. She had feared being near Peter, but as the power of touching him sang through her body causing her to orgasm she surrendered to her new thoughts. * Peter was a God. He was incredibly sexy. He would love her and be so good to her. All she had to do was become his obedient sexual slave. A horny slut! A willing cunt! Only hours before these thoughts would have shocked and alarmed her, but no longer. Peter! Obey Peter! I love him! I must serve and please and touch and fuck andddd..... I will give him my body and soul! It is only right. * Gripping Peter tightly to her she could barely think. She moaned and cooed against Peter's neck. "That's very good girls. Snuggle up real close to me and don't be afraid to get to know me. We are going to be very close. Listen carefully to my voice. Listen to my words! Accept what I say. You both will feel beautiful, wonderful things. All you have to do is listen to my voice and relax. Give in to that voice in your head. Accept what you know is right. Relax and surrender all your worries and cares to me. I will tell you what to think and what to do. You both know that would be perfect, don't you?" he asked knowing that just the fact of listening to him was draining all will from the shapely sluts-to-be. "Ummm yessssss!!!, I will obey you Peter. You make me feel sooo fucking hot and horny" Kayla whispered into his ear. Her tongue was leaving hot wet trails on the left side of his face and neck. "Always..., do whatever..., yes Peter!, yes, yes perfect, must do as Peter says..... must fuck Peter!" Stacey swept her long brown hair out of her face and attached herself to the right side of Peter's neck. Her other hand lowered to the zipper of her jeans. The sound of her zipper coming down was echoed almost immediately by the sound of Kayla's doing the same. Peter looked up from the lust stoned girls and realized that Angela had returned and was awaiting his pleasure. "Ah Angie you look wonderful in that, don't you think so girls?" he called the girls attention to their former Youth Leader. There was just enough of the old Stacey and Kayla left to feel shock at Angie's appearance. Shock that was immediately replaced with arousal and envy. If Angie felt any embarrassment over her outfit it didn't show. Peter thought that she looked better than he had ever seen her. Her outfit was a straight from a porno flick. She was dressed in a Kelly green lace bra that just barely contained her huge tits. Doing more to display than conceal her crotch were a lacy pair of see through green panties. Her dark orange muff was visible and the lips of her swollen cunt were pressed wetly against the sheer material. She was perched on four inch black leather heels. Around her waist was a heavy golden slave chain with a small tag that read _Peter's Slut_ on it. It wasn't the costume that was erotic though. It was Angela. She had totally accepted her new role in life and was reveling in it. She was totally free to become the perfect fuck toy of her Master and she had never known such a feeling of completeness, and correctness. She was exuding lust and sexuality like sweat! She was a women ready and willing for all things pleasurable. Kayla was amazed. * My god, she's perfect! I want to be like her. I want to be Peter's slut *. She smiled at Angela and received a smile in return as her eyes glazed over with lust and she began removing her blouse and bra the better to serve Peter her master. Her small nipples, erect and aching were soon pressed to Peter's side. "Oh Peter!!", Stacey moaned "Angela is your slut, I'm so happy for her. Let her serve you. Let us all serve you. Won't you please be our Master?" her begging was complimented by her fingers running down his chest. As her eyes achieved the same glassy mindless expression Kayla's had assumed she wrestled his zipper down and lovingly drew his fat nine inch prick out of his underwear. Once it was where they could all see it, it was the new center of all their attentions. "Yes Kayla, Yes Stacey, you will call me Master and you will join Angie as my loving, fucking slaves. You will obey me in all things. You will never question me or my actions. You love me and belong to me body and soul. Your only concern is pleasing me. You are my little sluts now." Kayla could only nod her head in agreement. She was salivating looking at her master's cock. She helped Stacey pull his pants down and off and then cupped his balls, thrilling to the feel of them., lying warm and full of yummy sperm, in her hand. Stacey slowly stroked her fingers up and down Peter's prick. "Yes Master, I will obey you Master, I will do whatever you request Master. Please let me serve you Master!". Angie fell to her knees. Crawling forward she quickly brought her lips down and captured the tip of Peter's prick. Stacey helped guide it in and then released it as Angie's stretching lips met her hand. A small drop of pre-cum entered Angela's mouth and she lost all control of herself. She sucked and fucked his juicy thick stalk. She made oral love to his prick, slurping, sucking twirling and licking for all she was worth. Nothing had ever tasted so good or pleased her so much as her new demented lust for fresh sperm and hot prick. She lost her own identity and became a tireless cock-sucker. Peter directed the actions of his other two cum sluts. He had both girls strip naked. Then he began kissing them, alternating between their mouths and their rigidly erect nipples as he was inclined. Stacey knelt on his left, her knees spread, and Kayla was on his right. While he tongued and kissed he also fingered the girls to multiple orgasms. Like Angela they were aroused to the point of easy stimulation. One of Peter's fingers circled and teased Stacey's clit. He enjoyed the feel of her short blond cunt hair brushing across his palm. Her juices coated his fingers in a slippery syrup. This made it simple to fuck a finger up into her tight quim and a second finger into her hot little butt. Kayla was even further gone on her new master. Every touch of his fingers upon her dripping twat made her jump and squeal with another orgasm. Angie's loving attention to his prick reminded him that there was only so much of him to go around. He broke off his sexual attack on Stacey and Kayla long enough to rearrange matters to his liking. Lifting Angela's face from his pulsating cock he gave his little sluts new orders. He was happy to see that no resistance was exhibited by either of the young girls to his commands. Kayla laid down on the couch and Stacey climbed on top of her in a perfect sixty nine. "Very good girls, now lick each others hot little slits and asses till you make you partner cum. Then keep licking and pleasuring each other until I tell you to stop. You will do this because it pleases me to watch you acting like lesbian whores. You will do this because I tell you to. You will obey your master and find perfect joy and satisfaction in whatever he tells you to do. Get to it my young bitches!" he commanded and was happy with the slurping, sucking noises and mounting cries of joy that resulted. Kayla licked Stacey's beautiful pink and coral pussy lips, marveling in the joyous gift of obedience and total sexual freedom she had received from her Master. She had never imagined that girl sex could be so pleasurable or be something so would participate eagerly in. She groaned in ecstasy as Kayla sucked her clit and fucked her tongue first into her cunt and then into her virgin ass. Even as she was bringing her sister slut to multiple orgasms in return, she was still listening to the music and sinking further and further into her Master's mental control. At this point even if she had known what was being done to her she would not have resisted. Everything felt too wonderful and she was convinced of the rightness of what she was doing even as she licked Kayla's glorious girl juices from her cheeks and face and dove back in for more. Leaning Angela against the arm of the couch Peter savagely ripped her panties off her. Reaching around her, he grabbed her erect nipples and gave them a rough massage before unsnapping and removing her bra. Quickly he stripped off his remaining clothing. Pressing himself against her back he rested his hot prick between the cheeks of her ass. Her high heels raised her up just enough that he merely had to spread her legs a bit and bend his knees a little to line his prick up with her cunt. Straightening up he gloried in Angie's cries of fulfillment and the mind blowing feel of her tight vaginal walls rhythmically gripping him and coating him with her hot cream. Angie couldn't help herself she came and even before her Master could start fucking her properly, she came again. Everything was perfect. Peter's cock was hot and hard in her cunt. The music seemed to take all her cares away. His hands on her titties was making her quiver and shake. She shuddered with each impact of Peter's crotch against her body. It was an effort just to think, so she stopped doing it. She orgasmed and squeezed her vaginal muscles the better to please her Master. "I love you Angela! You will be my sweet sexual slut forever!" Peter said as he pushed her over the arm so that she was bent at the waist. This eased his entry into her delicious sex and let him see her orange furred slit being split and pounded by his prick. He was able to hold off for five minutes and establish a good stroking rhythm before he began to orgasm. Angie was cumming like a sparkler screaming and crying her ecstasy. Her panting, mouth was hanging open, drool falling from the corner as she stared blankly at her young companions licking and sucking each other. The pure heat of her gripping sex finally drove him to withdraw his shrinking cock. Angie's fingers were immediately there to longingly stroke his slimy prick. She almost seemed determined not to let him go. Without thinking her fingers slipped into her cunt and captured some of his semen as it leaked out. Those fingers disappeared into her mouth and Peter watched as she sucked and fingered and scooped all the cum she could find into her mouth to be savored and tasted. Now that Peter had taken the edge of his initial lust he felt compelled to give all of his new slaves a test run. He wanted to assure their acceptability and qualifications. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:39:13 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!howland.erols.net!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.idt.net!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 05/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:39:13 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 430 Message-ID: <5h8326$h93$5@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chap. 5 Peter hadn't planned on capturing three women with his special Mind Adapting CD but now that he had, he felt compelled to put them through their paces. In a way he was sure that the subliminals , from the still playing music, even affected him. Making him love himself, making him horny, making him want to be obeyed and served. Just as these young women now were his horny lovers eager to obey and serve. Necessity is the mother of invention they say. Peter's problem was one prick and nine sexy possible holes to fill. Necessity gave Peter a perverse idea, of a way to take each of the young women and not come too fast or too often. He called Stacey and Kayla away from their lesbian lick fest. When they were able to focus their eyes again they came to attention and begged permission to serve and please him. He lined them up on the couch. Each of the young women was naked and fully aroused. Little blond Stacey leaned back on the couch lifting her knees up and spreading them. She fingered her wet pussy and sucked a finger seductively. Her fingers pushed her lips wide apart so that he had a fine view of her tiny pink opening. Kayla kneeled facing away from Peter. Her tight little anus and the dark wet fuzz surrounding her twat were peeking out from between her athletic, well toned ass cheeks. She was slowly fucking a single finger into her wetness while swaying and grinding her butt. Looking back over her shoulder her eyes burned with desire as she took some of her cream and spread it around her flexing asshole till it glistened and shined with readiness. Angela leaned back on the couch. She had picked up a bottle of hand cream. As Peter watched she squirted a good amount onto her tits and began to massage it in. Pushing her D-Cup mounds together she twisted and tweaked her nipples until the were standing rigidly above her already aroused aureoles. She swung her shoulders and gave Peter a come hither glance that was a plea to come and fuck her tits with his cock. All three girls were moaning and groaning in desire. They hissed and purred with pleasure trying to interest their Master in fucking them next. Peter was hard pressed to stick to his plan. Standing in front of Stacey he reached for her head and brought her face directly to his limp hanging cock. Stacey heard his command to "Suck me like a good slut Stacey" and was on him before the word "me" had left his lips. She was so horny! Her dedication to serving her Master knew no limits. She enjoyed stroking her tongue over his velvety prick. Her taste buds seemed to explode with pleasure at the combined flavors of his sperm and Angela's juicy cream mixed together. With one hand on each of Peter's tight flexing ass cheeks she sucked and slurped her first cock ever into her mouth and moaned her delight. Her mind was still sucking up the music like a sponge. Her mind reinterpreted every command and fed her a litany of lusty thoughts. * Stacey is a good slut, Stacey serves her Master, Stacey loves to fuck, Stacey loves Peter's cock, Stacey must obey, Stacey is a good slave * Peter rested a hand on each of her ears and slowly mouth fucked Stacey. Her twirling tongue, sucking lips and wanton abandon soon had Peter rising again. When her lips were stretched and he was knocking on the entrance to her throat with his hard on, he stopped her. Sinking down between her knees Peter smiled at Stacey. Placing her ankles over his shoulders he lined her golden rimmed slit up with his cock. Pulling her forward until their mouths met he pushed his tongue into her mouth as he inched the tip of his cock into her. Stacey groaned in pleasure into his mouth as he groaned into hers. * Fuck * She was hot and so tight that he could feel every inch of her insides as inch by inch he wedged his prick into her tight cunt. Peter controlled his urge to spear her and spent three minutes slowly pressing himself forward until he felt himself hit bottom. Stacey squealed and came causing a delicious wave of stroking contractions to flow over Peter's buried rod. For his own pleasure he began pumping his prick into her slick hole and was quickly stroking in and out. Stacey clung to his neck and did what she could to slap her crotch up into his downward stroke. She soon lost the ability to do anything though as a shower of repeating, cascading orgasms overtook her. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she passed out still grunting and crying out in ecstasy. Peter pulled his prick out of Stacey and closed his eyes for a moment to reduce his risk of cumming prematurely. He could just hear the soft pleading whispers of Kayla. "Now me Master, oh please now me....!!, let me pleasure you. Give me your hard prick. I want it sooooo fucking much!!". Shifting to his left he placed himself in back of Kayla's undulating butt. Slapping her ass, once, hard, he caught her eyes and let her know that _ he _ decided when and what his sex slaves would perform. "Clean my cock with your little slut tongue Kayla" he commanded. He quickly turned her around and guided her eager lips to his red pulsing member. Peter let Kayla do her amateur best on him. Before tonight she had only had sex twice. She was unconcerned with that now though, her programming demanded her absolute service and obedience to Peter. There was a better chance of her slitting her throat than of not obeying and pleasuring the man her mind had been compelled to accept as her God. She slurped and sucked and tongued his prick with a maniacal gleam in her lust lidded eyes. Her mouth was small enough that she was forced to stretch her jaw painfully in order to get just five inches into her mouth. Kayla didn't mind the pain. She was thrilled as Peter's hands cupped her head and began pumping his cock into her mouth. Her mind was in a delicious altered state. Watching Stacey fuck their Master had been so incredibly sexy. She had been terribly envious and was now eager to prove her own worth as a sexual plaything to Peter. She had fingered her clit to orgasm twice just watching, concepts like shame and inappropriate had no hold on her now. She was in heaven. Her Master was letting her pleasure him. He tasted so fucking good! His prick was like a rod of sweet hot iron scalding her mouth. At the same time it gave her total satisfaction and joy to be able to let Peter slam his meat into her willing slut mouth. She moaned and groaned and did her best to get her Master's yummy sperm to flow into her mouth. When Kayla's efforts had brought him to full arousal again, Peter stopped her. He turned her back around to kneel on the couch before him. Pushing her forward until she could grip the back of the couch he made room for himself between her taut young thighs. He considered trying to take her anally but decided against it. He didn't think he could take her tightness or she could take his size. Looking at the size of her tiny opening compared to the bulbous tip of his cock he wasn't even sure she could take him vaginally. His plan to enjoy all three women before blowing his load again demanded that he take it slow. Peter positioned the tip of his cock just under the slick lips of Kayla's shuddering sex. "Sit on my prick, Kayla. Show your Master what a cock- slut you are. Get all of that hot meat up your cunt. You want to feel my thick hot cock pounding your creamy cunt don't you?" Peter wasn't going to help. He wanted to see if Kayla would give in to her programmed desires and forget all propriety in her desire to serve him. Kayla tried to capture Peter's cock with her pussy. She lowered and raised her ass trying to get it to enter her. She nearly cried out in frustration as it kept sliding up between ass cheeks or went skimming across her aching vagina to brush against her clit. She knew Peter could have forced it into her if he wanted to, but he seemed content to lightly massage her butt and anus and run his fingers up and down her back. Peter called out encouragement to Kayla while he watched Angie stroke her greasy tits and flick her tongue over her lips in a sexy dance. "Come on Kayla! A good slut would be fucking her Master by now. When I saw your face tonight, I knew you would be an excellent lover, a hot cunt, a great fuck. Now prove to me that you want my cock. That you want to be my obedient young whore! Come on Kayla! Do it!". Kayla surrendered to her Master's voice and commands. Everything he said was true. She needed to stop messing around and take some initiative here. Her Master didn't want a brain dead Barbie doll. He wanted a lover, a fucker, a horny bitch whore that would pleasure him in new and imaginative ways. With the glorious strains of Handel pounding all thoughts of self from her brain she went to work. Reaching between her legs, Kayla quickly stroked her clit to make her pussy even hotter and wetter for her Master. Using her finger tips she collected her fluids and greased three of her fingers. Grunting and moaning, she slowly worked those three fingers into her incredibly tight little pussy. She began to slowly stroke them in and out. She called out her lust to Peter telling him how much she wanted his cock and that she would be his perfect lover once she had prepared her nasty cunt for him. Her only previous experience, was a boy five inches long and just over an inch thick. She knew now that she needed a little stretching before Peter would be able to enter her. She had embraced her mental slavery though and knew that Peter would be pleased not angered by her actions to make things more pleasurable for both of them. Kayla realized that stroking herself like this served two purposes. It brought her closer to being able to take her Master's fat cock, which she desired above all other things, and she realized now that masturbating for her Master was just another way for a slut to visually stimulate and please. All of Kayla's old morals and beliefs were crumbling like dust before her new certainty that anything that pleased Peter was right. With three last painfully pounding strokes of her fingers to wet pussy, Kayla pulled them out with a pop. Reaching further back she gripped her Master's pecker like a whore who would not be denied. Her fingers twirled and swirled up and down Peter. Just touching him brought fresh waves of lust and desire to Kayla's sex addicted brain. Tugging and directing, Kayla took a small measure of control, anxious that this would please Peter. At the same time, she knew, that this was exactly what he wanted. Wanton, nympho slut's, demanding sex, but ready and eager to obey as ordered at the same time. "Come on stud" she whispered breathily "bring that fat mother fucker up here so I can wrap my hot little twat around it!" Peter smiled at Angela in approval and gestured towards Kayla with his eyes, as if to say "Isn't she just darling with her dirty slut mouth, and her _ FUCK ME _ Master attitude?" Kayla didn't care about that though. She had what she wanted. With her hand wrapped around Peter's sticky rock hard dick she brought the tip to the entrance of her cunt. Ten hours before she never would have imagined herself doing these things. Now though it felt natural and right and above all it felt so fucking good she was sure the top of her head was going to explode. Peter watched in pride as Kayla used his prick like a fat dildo. She greased the tip in the hot juices dripping from her. Then she forced it into her tight quim with the hunger and determination of a starving women. As soon as the tip was lodged inside she came arching her back and screaming his name to the ceiling. Even as she was shattered by her orgasm she managed to keep one hand on the rest of his cock so that she didn't lose her cunt's grasping hold. Quaking and moaning in an effort to regain control Kayla worked to fuck her Master's prick. Inch by slow inch disappeared between her legs. Twice she stopped to maul her own tits and arch her back, a mini orgasm ripping through her. When this happened obscenities tripped from her lips like gum drops as she praised and worshipped the name of her God. She squeezed her vaginal muscles and was pleased to hear Peter groan in response. She braced her hands on the back of the couch and threw her body back, impaling herself on Peter's meat. When she couldn't take anymore she began to pull forward off him only to push back hard capturing and engulfing him again. Peter finally took a hand. Grabbing Kayla's waist securely he halted her motions. Reaching slowly around Kayla's slim hips he let his fingers stroke down through her pubic hair. He wet his fingers in her oily fluids and then brought one sticky finger around to press against and then enter her ass. The other hand began to flick and stroke her tiny clit. Shifting his hips forward he buried his dick in Kayla just as he sank his finger into her ass to the third knuckle. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh myyyyyyy Gooooooodddd!!!!!!" Kayla screamed. Her entire body contracted with the incredible pleasure that seemed to erupt simultaneously from every point on her body at once. "I CAN'T.... I CANNNNNN"TTT ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yes! Yes YES!!!!." Her screams became mindless grunts as she passed out. Peter quickly pulled his cock from Kayla and squeezed it roughly to avoid nearly losing control. He pushed Kayla onto Stacey's limp body. She was just barely recovering from her own fucking. Kayla's lips affixed onto Stacey's nipple and her fingers quickly sank into her Youth group partner's sex. Stacey reacted blindly by falling loosely back onto the couch she had been trying to rise from and quickly finding and stroking fingers into her girlfriend's recently stretched twat. Peter didn't have much hope of lasting very long with Angela. Even though he had done the minimum he could to bring each of the younger girls to orgasm, his prick was still aching from the hot tightness of their sheaths. Being inside Kayla and Stacey as their vaginal walls had shuddered and convulsed had been a test of his abilities. Standing now with his reddened cock bobbing in the air, he watched Angie continue to stroke and fondle her breasts while letting her knees open and close to reveal her aroused and wet pussy. His balls were full of molten lava and he was going to erupt very soon. Angie cooed and sighed her pleasure, and tried to think. With lust filled eyes she had watched Peter fuck her two young friends. Stacey had looked so fucking hot with Peter pounding her tight young snatch, she thought. She wondered why she had never tried to get her young friends to fuck Peter before? It seemed so obvious now. Kayla, she was happy to see had become a real cock hound too. She had loved every second of her slow impalement. Seeing the girl's young slits split and pounded by Peter's prick, slimy with their arousal, had seemed somehow a perfect scene. Peter deserved any pleasure he could derive from all of his slaves. Cum sluts like Stacey, Kayla and her should be proud to pleasure their Master however they were permitted. "Master, how may I serve you" Angie panted, her desire and need written in every motion of her body, every sound she made. Angie wasn't acting like a sex slave anymore. She had become what she had been told to become. She was a sex starved whore ready to service her Master. Holding each breast in a hand she made a greasy valley between them and offered this or any other part of her body that Peter desired. Peter happily knelt in her lap and pressed his cock into the offered crack. Angie moaned as she wrapped herself around his hot meat and he began to fuck her tits. Arching her neck painfully she was able to lick and suck at the tip of his cock as winked up through the top of her greasy fleshy mounds. Peter was pleased when Stacey and Kayla came and stood on either side of him and began stroking and kissing his body. The stereo continued to pound their pliant minds with his commands and the pleasure they were experiencing was finishing the job of dissolving their former attitudes and selves and leaving him with two beautiful young sex slaves to explore and learn the wonders of. As Peter picked up the speed of his tit fuck; all three of the women seemed to reach a heightened awareness of his imminent eruption. Kayla began to frig her clit with a blurring hand as she felt Peter's ass tense. Stacey cruelly twisted her own nipples while fucking her tongue into Peter's mouth. Angie just moaned in anticipation and squeezed her super sensitive tits together harder as she felt her pussy begin to convulse and snap at the cock she so desperately wanted buried up in her. The slapping sounds of Peter's meat jacking between Angela's breasts was finally replaced by the calls of his release. "Ohhhhh fuck........... you horny bitches are toooo fuck innnngg muchhh ..... YEAAAHHH!!! Here it cumsssssssssss you sluts!!!! All my hot cum!!!!" Peter pulled his prick free and stroked it as streamers of white sperm sprayed forth. He put the first blasts on Angela's tits; the next in her face and hair; and then stroked the last few painful blasts and final dribbles directly on to her waiting cunt. He didn't have to tell Kayla and Stacey what to do. Stacey's blond head went tongue first into Angie's crotch. Licking, sucking and swallowing as much cream from Peter and Angela as she could find. Stacey licked the cum from Angie's face. Her tongue picking up globs which she then transferred tongue to mouth to Angela to enjoy. She rubbed her smaller tits into Angela's cum streaked mounds and then they traded off licking the spend from each others breasts. For just a second Peter felt a blurring sense of compulsion to do Something. Then it was gone. Pulling his happily trained cum sluts up from the coach he led the fuck dazed crew, upstairs to Angela's bedroom where their games could continue. To be continued:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: From woodsmok@gte.net Mon Mar 24 19:40:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!worldnet.att.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!news.idt.net!newsfeed.gte.net!default From: woodsmok@gte.net (MC Woodsmoke) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: [NEW] All We Like Sheep 06/06 Date: Tue, 25 Mar 1997 00:40:53 GMT Organization: GTE Intelligent Network Services, GTE INS Lines: 251 Message-ID: <5h8350$h93$6@news10.gte.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: cust46.max77.los-angeles.ca.ms.uu.net X-Newsreader: News Xpress 2.01 Disclaimer : Read No Further If You Are Under The Age Of 18 Or If You Are Offended By Graphic Descriptions Of Sexual Activity. All Characters, Situations, And Locations Are Purely Fictional. In the real world there are STD's like AIDS, this is an imaginary world where the activities described here wouldn't be suicidal. Archiving And Reposting Permitted Only If The Complete, Unaltered File, Including This Disclaimer, Is Included. Written 03/97 By MHC. Comments And Suggestions Welcomed. Send Email to woodsmok@gte.net COPYRIGHT (c) 1997, MC Woodsmoke All rights reserved. Chap. 6 At 3:00 AM the next morning Peter was wishing that Angela had a bigger bed. With a girl on each hip and another lovingly sucking at his softened dick; there was barely room for the four of them. He yawned and picked up Angela's cell phone from her bedside table and idly examined it. * What a great fucking Christmas present, Angela had given him. Not only her own beautiful body and services but also those of her two young friends. * Peter could not believe his luck. He would be hard pressed to give these three women up. With their current programming he could keep them as his sex slaves for life with only a small amount of fine tuning. Unfortunately..... he grimaced with regret; that would lead to about 10 million complications. Parents, coworkers, friends, family, police.... lots of police. An near infinite amount of problems, just waiting to happen. Which was really a shame because Angie, Stacey and Kayla had such great potential as sexual playthings. He knew this because he had gone to the trouble of trying each of the girls out for the role. Their bedroom session had turned into a examination of the worthiness of each of the young women for the job of Peter's permanent sex slave. He had the girls compete to see who could masturbate the most erotically. Kayla won. They competed in oral sex. Technique, depth, tricks and eroticism. Stacey and Angie both showed great promise. They danced and stripped for him, pretending to be horny sluts in a cheap stripper bar. Kayla was a great dancer but Angie was the best at mentally letting go and giving every one an erotic shiver as she strutted and sinuously glided around the room. Peter had been so turned on her had taken Angie against the bedroom wall with Kayla licking his ass and Stacey licking Angie's clit. He questioned them about their prior sexual experiences. None of them had any glowing recommendations for their former lovers now that they were dedicated and obsessed with Peter. He questioned them about their fantasies and found that Kayla could create incredibly perverted tales of sex and sin as fast as he could mention subjects or situations. He blurred again. So damn tired. He patted the sleeping Kayla and Angie on the heads and looked fondly down at the gently licking mouth of the still sleeping Stacey. He had been fucking and sucking for almost five hours and felt he knew about as much as he could about his three programmed sluts. He didn't even react as his fingers began to dial the cell phone. He held it to his ear. It rang twice and then he heard a nondescript woman's voice say: "Hi, I'm not home right now, listen to the music and hit # (pound) when you're ready to leave a message and I'll get back to you very soon. Merry Christmas" Peter listened with a confused sort of grin not even sure why he had dialed this number. The sounds of the Little Drummer Boy as performed by the Harry Simone choir, an old favorite of Peter's, began to lilt softly from the phone. Peter laid back on the pillows and closed his eyes, relaxing and nodding in time to the song. He listened to the song all the way through before opening his eyes and pressing the "#" key. "This is Peter, I'm reporting in with news of a new recruitment." With a click the line was picked up at the other end. A soft female voice said "Report". The simple word caused two reactions in Peter. One: he became an emotionless robot reporting any detail that might add value to his report. Two: He was in incredible sexual distress. His prick inflated to full erection, shocking but pleasing Stacey. His entire body seemed to hum with desire to serve and please his mistress. He ached with his need to please and serve her. For nearly twenty minutes Peter spoke in a quite monotone into the phone. He described his successful attempt to program Angela Star to be a willing sexual slave to him. His description detailed the discovery of Kayla and Stacey as unexpected collateral slaves who had also been programmed and brought into the fold. He continued with detailed physical descriptions. He followed this with his analysis of each of the young women's, sensitivity to programming, depth of current programming, overall sexiness, oral and vaginal sexual skills, sexual history, dancing ability, stripping ability and sexual imaginations. "Very good Peter" the voice said. Peter nearly came in response to these kind words, but he could not let himself be distracted from the vital words of his Mistress. "I think I have a young Saudi Prince that will take all three off our hands. That was good of you to get a blonde, a red head and a brunette in one cast.". "I will give you full instructions to make sure that when the young girls "Run away" and Angela eventually leaves her job and is never heard from again that no questions your involvement. The girls will help us there. They will make sure that their beloved Peter isn't hurt. I wouldn't want to lose one of my best talent scouts either." "It's a good thing I do the thinking around here. It's a bitch being tone deaf but it sure paid off that night at the company picnic. All I had to do was pretend to be a fuck bunny like the rest of the girls and you never suspected a thing. You were such an idiot Peter, leaving all your notes, right where I could find them and put them to use." "The voice spoke for another 20 minutes and Peter heard and memorized each word. When the time came he would deliver Angela, Stacey and Kayla into the hands of one of his Mistress's advanced trainers. From there they would join other girls that had been sold into sexual slavery to be used as their new owners saw fit after additional CD programming. Many become expensive hookers. Others joined harems. Two were now headliners in a very exclusive sex club, performing perversions daily for their new Master's amusement, his customers pleasure, and no pay. All the money funneled back to his Mistress and from there into secret bank accounts. "You will remember my instructions but forget my existence as usual Peter. You will continue to call for instructions at your scheduled time. I have a new girl identified at a local health club. She's a beautiful busty young Asian thing. You'll begin courting her next week. Until then continue to train Angela, Stacey and Kayla in their new lifestyles, as slut whores, as I have instructed you. I may just have you over for a personnel session soon. You have done very well recently." "Thank you Mistress Mabel.........ohhh thank you yyyesssssss!!!!!!" he groaned with pleasure at satisfying his Mistress. His sperm shot into the sleeping Stacey's mouth in burning torrents. She sleepily caught his spend with her tongue and slurped it down. "Goodnight Peter and Merry Christmas" the voice said. Before Peter had even laid the phone down he had forgotten his conversation with his Mistress. He would walk by Mabel's desk Monday at work and never give her a second glance, never suspecting the atrocities he committed in her name. Unable to conceive that his repeated use of his special CD's was instigated by anything other than his own lusts and desires. Which was just as Mabel liked it. Laying back in the bed of her own specially constructed playroom across town; Mabel set her phone down into its cradle. Her tastes ran to the perverse and bizarre and her current influx of white slaver money let her explore and develop those tastes to an umpteenth degree. Oscar her six foot eight black stud and Kami her Malaysian female body slave were chained naked by the neck to the separates sides of her round king size bed. As soon as the phone had rung awaking her they had come to attention and crawled onto the bed to pleasure her as was there only programmed desire. Oscar was massaging her feet and alternating using his hands and slapping the soles of her feet with his salami of a dick. Kami was alternating between rimming her asshole and sucking her clit. As she fell back to sleep, content with her world she blew a kiss of goodnight to the two punishment slaves she was currently breaking in. They hung from the wall staring hungrily at her. There bodies showed all the bruises, cuts and other signs of her attentions. She smiled and had a small orgasm as she imagined whipping them both to orgasm again and again as she had the night before. Peter. Jarad. Anthony. All her little programmed male recruiters took all the nasty risks and she got to play with the results of their hard work. Every day her wealth and power grew. She was thinking of buying an estate on an island in the Caribbean soon. She wondered who would get her next present of Christmas music. For Mabel, Christmas was every day. THE END::