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DISCLAIMER:
The attached story ("Candace's Education"), or fragment
thereof, is entirely fictional. The characters, places and events
depicted in this story are not intended to represent or resemble any
real persons, places, or events. Any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.
This story is a work of fantasy. The depiction of any act in
this story, including, but not limited to, non-consensual sexual
activity, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an
unknowing human being, and degradation, humiliation or enslavement of
a human being should not be construed to imply that the author
condones the performance of said act, either on the author's part or
on the part of anyone else.
Furthermore, it is the author's opinion that the methods and
techniques that the narrator of this story is depicted to be using
would not, in reality, be effective in achieving the goals toward
which he is depicted to be using them.
IF YOU ARE UNDER EIGHTEEN YEARS OF AGE, OR ANY OF THE ACTIONS
LISTED IN THE SECOND PARAGRAPH, ABOVE, OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ THIS
STORY.
END OF DISCLAIMER
This story deals with a man who illicitly comes into
possession of a drug that puts its subjects into a deeply suggestible
state. He decides to use the drug on his girlfriend, an exceedingly
independent woman, and... well, you'll have to read the story. This
story contains consensual sex, non-consensual sex, the use of drugs to
alter a human personality, degradation, humiliation, and enslavement.
However, not every one of the above-listed nasty things appears in
each chapter.
I am the author of one previously published story, "Suzanne's
New Career," which runs in a similar vein to this one, and can be
found on Simon Bar Sinister's excellent web site of mind-control
stories at http://www.galaxy.net/~simon/.
If you think that your site has not received all the pieces of
this story (I know mine never does), point your Web browser at
http://www.dejanews.com/, which archives every non-binary Usenet post
permanently. Entering "alt.sex.stories Candace" in the Quick Search
box will do it for you.
This is the last of four endings I'm posting to this story.
As of this posting, the story is complete. I've got another story
written, and I'll start posting it when I'm convinced it's "polished"
enough, and I've got a few more in the oven. You'll see those when I
find time to finish them.
A big tip of the hat goes to "Cal O' Shaw" for suggesting
several of the scenes and plot elements that appear here. Without his
suggestions, this chapter of the story would be far poorer. This
ending is my favorite of the four. I like to think of it as the happy
ending. Without further ado...
Candace's Education
ENDING FOUR (Part One)
======================
"Go out into the living room and lie down on the couch. Stay
there until I come out for you." He saw the disappointment on her
face as she turned to obey. Her leather-covered ass swayed enticingly
as she walked out of the room on the spiked heels. Rick knew she
wanted to be fucked. And he wanted to fuck her. But it would be
wrong. It wouldn't be fair to Jennifer.
But if he didn't fuck her, and soon, he'd go crazy. He had to
do something. He needed to think. And he needed to have Candace out
of the room while he did it.
Rick paced around for several minutes. What the hell was he
going to do? He had no choice, really. He had to give Candace up.
His love for Jennifer was far too strong to permit anything else. But
if he gave up Candace, would he be able to restrain his urges? Or
would he just use the drug on some other woman?
Rick sat down and was surprised to find himself on the verge
of tears. He'd never been a man to be carried away by his emotions
before, but suddenly it all overwhelmed him. He'd come so close to
turning into some sort of manipulator. He shuddered as he realized
how close he'd come to abandoning Jennifer. To forgetting what it
meant to love.
He'd have to confide in Jennifer. He'd tell her everything
that happened. She'd be shocked at first, he knew. But she loved
him, and ultimately, she would help him survive and cope with the
knowledge of what he'd almost done. Together they'd make it. It
would be all right. Rick looked up to see Jennifer smiling at him.
He jumped nearly a foot off the bed, scared shitless, before
he realized it was only a photograph sitting on Candace's desk. But
what the hell was a picture of Jennifer doing here?
Rick walked over to the desk and picked it up. It was a
framed magazine cover, from Woman's Work, the magazine Candace worked
for. The cover text read "Female Dominatrixes - The Benedict Arnolds
of the Feminist Revolution" And the woman on the cover was, sure
enough, Jennifer Cipriani. The date on the cover was five years ago.
Curiously, the Jennifer on the cover wasn't the overweight,
out-of-shape Jennifer that Rick had first known, but a shapely, fit
woman that looked remarkably like her current self. She was clad in
an outfit of black leather, holding a leather riding crop in one hand.
Stranger and stranger, Rick though. Had Jennifer really been into
this sort of stuff? She wasn't facing the camera, and the shot looked
unposed - like it was taken from ambush, or from a hidden camera. But
there was no doubt in Rick's mind that it was Jennifer.
Rick sat down, holding the picture. What the hell did it
mean? Had Jennifer once dressed like... like that? And... what had
she done when she was dressed in leather? Rick stood up again,
searching the desk frantically. Tucked away in the file drawer, he
found a clipping from the magazine - a feature article. It featured
another picture of Jennifer.
BETRAYERS OF THE FEMINIST REVOLUTION
WOMEN WHO DOMINATE WOMEN
by Candace Cunningham
When most free-minded women think of the enemies of their
gender, they think of men. And why not? Even in the "modern" world,
men attempt to confine women to domestic service and deny them equal
pay when they do make it into the working world.
Surprisingly, though, many women are being degraded in much
more thorough ways by other women.
These women are known by many names - mistresses,
dominatrixes, disciplinarians. But they all share a common thread -
they get their kicks from dominating other women.
By day, Jennifer Cipriani is a sales manger at a large
electronics firm in Los Angeles. She spends her work day fetching
coffee, answering phones, and typing reports for her boss.
When Jennifer is done serving as an ornament of power for her
boss, however, she doesn't always head straight home. Instead, she
often stops off at an exclusive club where members engage in dominance
and submission "fantasies."
Such episodes provide Jennifer with a wealth of women to order
around, and she uses them to satisfy her every sexual craving. A
confirmed lesbian, Jennifer experiences several orgasms a day in the
course of humiliating her subjects.
These women are lured into the club by the dubious promise
that they will receive some sort of emotional catharsis from the
domination. Although they all claim to enjoy participating in these
episodes with Jennifer and the other "mistresses", it must be wondered
whether...
Rick skimmed the rest of the article. It was page after page
of drivel, making Jennifer out to be some sort of psychopath. Rick had
heard of these sorts of clubs; from what he'd read in the mainstream
press, though, all those who participated did so of their own free
will, and the dominance was nothing more than an elaborately-staged
game designed for the enjoyment of all. Candace seemed to have worked
herself into a fit over it, since it apparently offended her prudish
sensibilities. Odd, for an ardent feminist.
Attached to the back was another clipping, from an issue
several months later. It was a short piece describing how the
"psychopathic harlot" Jennifer Cipriani had been forced to quit her job
after Candace's expose had found its way into the hands of her boss,
who said she had "disgraced the company." This piece had clearly also
been written by Candace, and it had a sort of gloating air about it.
Rick sat down in shock. Jennifer had never told him about any
of this. She had seemed like such a sweet, innocent young woman. Who
could have known she was into dominance games? This was weird. Too
weird. He thought he loved her, but he hadn't known about this...
... and she didn't know that he had been training a woman to
be his sex slave. Guilt washed over him. What sort of hypocrite
would he have been to reject her? She was still a sweet, caring,
beautiful woman, even if she occasionally dressed up in leather and
played out fantasies with other women. Even if she was... Well, she
couldn't be a lesbian. Rick knew women could fake orgasms, but not as
many as Jennifer had had with him. She could be bisexual. Fine,
fine, he thought. He still loved her, even if she did enjoy sexual
domination of other women.
Other women.
It couldn't work.
Could it?
He had to try. He couldn't give up Candace, could he? This
was the only way.
Rick carried the framed cover out into the living room, where
Candace was lying on the bed. He sat next to her. "Candace?"
She looked up at him. "Yes, master?" The dilation of her
pupils let him know she was under the full influence of the drug.
He showed her the picture. "Do you recognize this woman?"
"Yes, master."
"Who is she?"
"Some dominatrix bitch I exposed a few years ago."
"I see. Why did you do that?"
"She was using other women for her own pleasure."
"Were those other women enjoying it?"
"No."
"How do you know?"
A pause. "Well, they couldn't have been. Just being used."
"Do you want to be used?"
A longer pause. "Yes."
"By who?"
"You, master. I want you to use me."
"Well, maybe those women wanted to be used. Isn't that
possible?"
She paused, thinking. "Yes, it's... it's possible."
"So maybe you ruined her life for no good reason at all."
"Ye... yes, I sup... suppose that's possible."
"You really want to be used, don't you?"
"Yes, master."
"What if she used you? Wouldn't you enjoy that. Maybe just
as much as you would enjoy being used by me?"
"May... maybe."
"What if she were your mistress?"
Rick watched Jennifer from across the table as she wolfed down
her meal. He'd taken her out to the most elegant restuarant in town,
and the meal was costing him several hundred dollars. She was loving
it. She was devastatingly beautiful in a black satin dress, and her
eyes danced with mischievous fire. Rick couldn't believe how lucky he
was to have found such a wonderful creature.
They finished the meal and began dessert, gazing deeply into
each other's eyes. Rick knew that Jennifer was expecting him to
propose tonight. He wasn't going to. He had gone shopping and bought
the ring, but he couldn't give it to her yet. He had to give her
something else first. He hoped she would accept it.
They finished dessert. Rick reached across the table to grasp
Jennifer's hand. "Honey, I have something very special I'd like to
give you tonight. A gift. It's back at my place."
Jennifer smiled. "Well, let's go, Romeo," she whispered.
Candace's hair, bleached to a yellowy blonde color, was done
up loosely behind her head, a few curly locks falling lightly to her
shoulders. Her eyebrows, highlighted with a dark pencil and plucked
into thin lines, arched invitingly above her glistening eyes. Her
lips shone with a glossy pink lipstick. Her breasts strained against
a white mesh halter-top, while her long, smoothly-tanned legs were
enveloped by a black patent-leather miniskirt and knee-high red
leather "fuck-me" boots. A white faux-pearl necklace and a pair of
glittering, dangling earrings completed the sex-toy look.
Candace looked at Jennifer for a second before her shining lips
slowly parted. "Mistress..."
Jennifer's face lit up with delight. An almost girlish grin
of glee spread across her face as she took in the sight before her.
Half a second later, though, she turned to Rick in surprise, a worried
look on her pretty face. "But... Rick... what... what is she..." she
sputtered in protest.
Rick silenced her with a finger on her lips. "Shhh, honey,
it's all right. She's for you. A gift. She'll acknowledge you as
her mistress."
Jennifer was silent for several seconds, staring at Rick,
flustered. "But... but... How did you kn-know?"
"I saw the article. I know you were embarrassed about it,
but... I thought you'd like this. If you don't, I can..."
"No, Rick. I do like it." She turned to look briefly at
Candace, then turned back. "She's beautiful. I love you, Rick." She
smiled, then walked toward Candace. "What is your name, slave?"
"Candace, mistress," came the somewhat stiff response.
"I see, slave." Jennifer reached out to gently rub Candace's
right nipple through the halter top. Candace's eyes closed and her
breathing became a bit more rapid. "Does it excite you when I do
this, slave?" Jennifer inquired coyly.
"Y-yes, mistress," Candace responded, her chest heaving.
"How many mistresses have you had before me?" Jennifer asked.
"N-none, mistress."
Jennifer's eyebrows arched in an expression of interest.
"So... a first-time slave. Well, well." Her fingers continued to
fondle Candace's nipple, gently kneading the flesh through the tight,
thin fabric. Rick found it a little awkward to watch Jennifer toying
with Candace so easily. What was disturbing him was how easily the
sweet, demure Jennifer he knew had slipped so easily into the
dominating role. Of course, to Jennifer this was really only
play-acting. The "slaves" she dealt with were, in reality,
freely-consenting women fulfilling their own needs and desires. It
was only a matter of time until Jennifer realized just how different
Candace was from the usual slave. Rick was worried about how she
might react when she discovered the truth.
Rick watched as Jennifer leaned forward and planted a kiss on
Candace's lips. Candace hesitated for a second before responding, but
jumped in with eagerness. The kiss lasted half a minute, with Candace
awkwardly resting her hands on Jennifer's shoulders while Jennifer
cupped her slave's breasts and fondled her nipples. Rick caught a
glimpse of their tongues darting around each other as Jennifer reached
downward to slip a hand under the waist of Candace's skirt. Candace
moaned at the contact, grinding her crotch against Jennifer's hand.
Rick felt his cock straining against his jeans as he watched
the two sexy women grinding their bodies against each other. Awkward
or not, this was hot!
Jennifer backed up to the bed and leaned her ass against the
footrest. "Come here, slave," she commanded, gesturing at a spot on
the floor in front of her.
"Yes, mistress," Candace responded, obediently shuffling over
and kneeling in front of Jennifer.
Jennifer lifted her dress, revealing the moist wet cotton of
her panties. "Pull down my panties, slave."
Candace slowly lifted her right arm, causing the three plastic
bracelets encircling it to jangle noisily. Hesitantly, her long red
fingernails slid over the top of Jennifer's panties. The nails were
press-ons; Candace hadn't yet had time to grow the inch-long talons of
a true slut. Candace drew in a breath as she pulled the panties down,
revealing Jennifer's soft mound.
"Have you ever licked another woman's pussy, before, slave?"
Jennifer asked.
"N-no, mistress." Candace's eyes were locked in wonder on the
soft pink lips of Jennifer's vulva.
"Well, now's the time to learn, isn't it, bitch?"
Candace looked up at Jennifer, trembling with either fear or
lust. Rick couldn't be sure which. "Y-yes, mistress."
"Lick my pussy, slut," Jennifer commanded her new slave.
Rick watched in fascination as Candace's tongue slowly snaked
out to make contact with Jennifer's labia. Jennifer moaned in
pleasure as Candace tickled her pussy lips, gently stroking up and
down as I'd instructed her. Jennifer inched her hips forward to meet
Candace's probing tongue. Her eyes closed and her hands came to rest
in Candace's blonde hair. Jennifer's hips began to thrust gently into
Candace's face as she grunted in pleasure.
Jennifer's eyes opened and she turned her head to face Rick, a
giddy smile on her lips. "She's wonderful, Rick. Inexperienced, but
she's really into it. Where the hell did you find her? How much are
you paying her for this?"
Rick decided to be selective about which questions he
answered. "Honey, you know it's rude to ask the price of a gift."
He feigned an air of amusement, but he was trembling. He couldn't
stall much longer. She was going to figure it out soon.
"I'm sorry, honey, I was just wondering how you got a novice
submissive to agree to do this for me. I mean, she clearly hasn't
given cunnilingus before. Oh, God... but she sure is learning fast!"
Jennifer closed her eyes again and squeezed Candace's head into her
crotch. Her moans grew louder and became words. "Oh, yeah... that's
it, bitch, lick your mistress's sweet pussy... oh,
yes... yessss... oh, God!"
Jennifer's back arched as she orgasmed, her hips thrusting
furiously into Candace's face. She screamed through the orgasm as
Candace continued to lick at her pussy and clitoris. After a minute,
her breathing subsided and she relaxed her grip on Candace's head.
Candace looked up at her.
"Very good, slave," Jennifer said in between pants. "So tell
me, how long will you be my slave?"
Candace looked up at her uncomprehendingly. "Mistress?"
Jennifer looked at Rick. "How long, honey?"
Rick gulped. "As long as you want."
"That's sweet of you to say, honey, but sooner or later she's
going to want to try someone else. How long has she agreed to for
now?"
"She... she hasn't agreed to anything."
"What? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Look at her." Jennifer looked down at Candace, who looked up
from between her legs like a puppy. "Don't you recognize her?"
Suddenly comprehension dawned on Jennifer's face, followed
quickly by anger. "You bitch!" she screamed, slapping Candace
forcefully. Candace fell onto her back, reeling from the force of the
blow. Jennifer walked toward her, hands balled into fists. Rick
rushed forward to restrain her. "You filthy bitch!" she screamed,
straining against Rick's arms. "You ruined my career, you slut!"
"Shh... Honey, she's not like that anymore. She's changed."
Jennifer slowly relaxed and looked at him, still puzzled. "Don't hurt
her. She can't fight back. She just wants to please you."
Candace looked up from the floor, frightened. "M-mistress?"
Jennifer glared at her for a long moment, then glanced at
Rick, and then turned back at Candace. "All right, come over here and
stand up. I won't hurt you." Candace complied meekly. Jennifer
contemplated her silently. Rick's stomach did somersaults as he
waited for Jennifer to speak.
"How did she get... changed? Get to be like this?"
Rick spoke carefully. "She was trained."
"And who trained her?"
"I did."
"For me?"
"For you."
Jennifer remained silent, her mouth a hard line, looking up
and down Candace's body. "Do you know how to suck cock, slave?" she
asked, voice flat.
"Yes, mistress."
"Did your master teach you to suck cock?" Rick's nerves went
on edge at the question. Did she like it or not?
"Yes, mistress."
Jennifer was silent again for a moment. "Suck your master's
cock, bitch," she commanded.
"Yes, mistress," Candace responded meekly. She moved in front
of Rick, falling to her knees. Her hands went swiftly to Rick's fly,
releasing his rock-hard cock. Rick was still nervous about Jennifer,
but the thrilling sensation of Candace's well-practiced lips on his
cockhead was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure.
Suddenly, he felt a soft pair of lips on his. Jennifer's
lips. They kissed passionately, with a heat Rick had never felt
before. They parted. "I love her, Rick. She's wonderful. And I
love you."
Rick looked down to see Jennifer's crotch mashed against the
back of Candace's head, her thighs gripping the sides of the whore's
neck and pushing her head up and down on Rick's cock. Jennifer kissed
him again. Rick's hands went to Jennifer's soft breasts, and she let
out a sensuous groan. "Oh, honey..." she moaned. Rick felt the
slut's mouth sliding faster up and down on his shaft. "Come on,
bitch," Jennifer said, looking down at the mass of blond hair in front
of her. "Suck your master's cock."
Candace didn't resist, allowing her mistress to use her as a
tool to satisfy her master. She found it unpleasant to be used this
way, but it was her duty. She didn't want to displease her new
mistress.
She felt her master's cock begin to throb as he built toward
orgasm. "I'm coming, honey," she heard him groan. She tried to pull
her head back so that she could take her master's come on her face,
but found that she couldn't. Her mistress's legs held her head firm,
her mouth impaled on the long, hard, pulsing cock. She tried harder
to move, but it was impossible. She panicked as she realized what was
going to happen. When her master came...
A spurt of warm fluid gushed into Candace's mouth. She choked
on it, coughing, struggling to break free. Another followed it
quickly. "Swallow it, bitch!" her mistress yelled. She tried to
suppress her reflexes and swallow, but it was so hard. Spurt after
spurt of hot, salty come flowed into her mouth. Some went down her
throat, but some wouldn't go. Sperm escaped from the corners of her
mouth and dribbled onto her chin. All the while, her mistress kept
her head firmly in place.
At last, her master's orgasm ebbed, and her body relaxed. The
pressure on her neck was removed as she was released from the viselike
grip of her mistress's thighs. Candace slumped to the floor,
exhausted.
This was greeted with a forceful kick from her mistress, not
hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know she'd done
something wrong. "Clean off your master's cock, bitch!" Candace
quickly rose to a kneeling position and hurriedly began licking her
master's cock. Mustn't disappoint the mistress...
"Was it good, honey?" Jennifer asked demurely. "Did you like
it that I used her to fuck you?"
"Well, it wasn't as good as what you use to fuck me, but it
was good..."
"Liar," Jennifer said, smiling. "I think our little Candace
here has never taken it down her throat before. Did you ever teach
her that?"
"No. Must've slipped my mind."
"Well, that's something to work on. She seems to be doing a
decent job cleaning you off." Indeed, Rick's cock shone with
Candace's saliva. The come had been removed. "That's good enough,
slut. Come here." Candace stood up and turned to face Jennifer, her
eyes staring meekly at the floor. "Candace?" Jennifer asked.
"Yes, mistress?"
"Do you know who I am?"
"Y-yes. You're my m-mistress." Rick knew that Candace did
recognize Jennifer, but she was trying to avoid the subject.
"But you and I met before I became your mistress, didn't we,
bitch?"
"Y-yes, mistress. I wr-wrote a story about you..."
"Yes, you did. It was a bad story, Candace," Jennifer said
scoldingly.
"Yes, mistress."
"A lot of bad things happened to me after you wrote that
story."
"Yes, mistress."
"It ruined my life, bitch. I lost my job, and I became very
unhappy. Very unhappy. If I hadn't met your master I'd still be very
unhappy." Jennifer paused to look at Rick. He could see tears
brimming in the corners of her eyes. She fought to control them.
Rick knew she didn't want Candace to see her cry.
"Yes, mistress."
"You did a very bad thing."
"Yes, mistress."
"And you're going to have to pay for it."
"Yes, mistress."
"You're going to live with your master and me and do whatever
we say until we decide you've paid off your debt."
"Yes, mistress."
"And that's going to be a long time."
"Yes, mistress."
Jennifer's hand snaked in between Candace's legs and began to
stroke her pussy. "It won't be without pleasure, slave. Does this
feel good?"
"Yes, mistress," Candace breathed. Rick smiled. Jennifer
seemed to be taking to Candace quite well. Rick watched as the first
joint of Jennifer's index finger slid into the bitch's cunt. Candace
sighed in pleasure at the entry. Rick was surprised to find Jennifer
giving him a passionate kiss seconds later. Her hand still squirmed
about between Candace's legs.
Jennifer broke the kiss. "So I take it this means we're
moving in together," Rick said with an obviously fake air of
nonchalance.
"Huh? I... I never said that, honey."
"Yes, you did. You said she was going to live with us."
Jennifer was taken aback. "Oh... well, I guess I did." Her
hand stopped moving, and Candace whined plaintively. Jennifer took no
notice. "Um... Well, do you want to... move in... together?"
Rick put on a serious expression. "Well, I don't know if a
gentleman like me could ever survive in polite company if it was known
he was living in sin with a harlot like yourself."
Jennifer burst into laughter. "Oh, a gentleman, huh? No man
who asks a woman to do all the things I've done to you could ever be
called a gentleman." She nearly doubled over in mirth, leaning
against Rick to keep from falling over as laughter shook her body.
"Marry me."
Suddenly the laughter stopped. Jennifer looked up at him.
"What?"
"Marry me."
Jennifer's mouth opened and closed a few times.
"I... Rick... This is... Are you serious? This is kind of sudden."
"Yes, I'm serious. Marry me."
"Rick Logan, if this is some kind of sick joke, I'll..."
Rick silenced her with a finger on her lips, the way he'd done
just before the first time they'd made love. "You think I saved you
from... from your unhappiness. You're probably right. But you saved
me, too. I mean..." He took a breath. "Look at what I was doing. I
was training her to be a slave. If I hadn't met you - I mean really
gotten to know you - I probably would've..." He trailed off. "I
don't like to think about it. I know I would've forgotten what it
meant to love someone. You saved me from that. I love you, Jennifer.
Marry me."
Jennifer was on the verge of tears. "I love you, too. Of
course I'll marry you." She kissed him again, insistently, her hand
gripping his shoulder. Rick moved his hands to her flanks and they
stood for a long time, drinking each other in. Rick was dimly aware
of Candace moaning.
Suddenly Jennifer let out a squeal of pleasure and broke the
kiss. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.
"What is it?"
A look of wonder spread across Jennifer's face. Rick noticed
that her hand was still on Candace's pussy, her index finger inserted
some distance up Candace's cunt. "You never fucked her?" Jennifer
asked in amazement.
"Um... no. Why?"
"You never fucked her? Not even once? Why not?"
"Because of you. Why is that important now?"
"Oh, Rick, that's so sweet..."
"Fine, but what's your point?"
"Honey, it seems our little slut is a virgin."
"What?"
"I can feel it. A nice unbroken cherry."
"Oh..." Rick thought about it. It made sense. Candace hadn't
had sex with anyone before she met Rick, and Rick had never fucked
her. Somehow it had never occurred to him, though, that that would
make Candace a virgin.
A sly grin spread across Jennifer's face. "Well, I think
that's a job for you, stallion." Her hand withdrew from Candace's
cunt and grabbed Rick's soft cock.
"What? Right now?"
"No time like the present." Jennifer leered at him. Her
hand slowly began to stroke his member.
"You really want me to... take her? Now?"
"The word is 'fuck', honey, and yes, I do want you to. You
just gave me a wonderful gift. The least I can do is return the
favor. Now stop your yapping and take the bitch's cherry."
Rick felt his cock hardening under her ministrations. "Okay."
"Lie down on the bed, bitch," Jennifer commanded. Candace
eagerly climbed onto the bed and lay down faceup. Jennifer climbed up
and sat next to the slut's head. She undid the pins holding Candace's
hair in place and let it fall out across the pillow. "Now lift your
legs high in the air and spread them. Your master is about to fuck
your virgin cunt." Candace complied, spreading herself wide open to
expose the soft pink folds of her shaved cunt. Jennifer looked up at
Rick. "Climb aboard, stud," she breathed.
Rick knelt on the bed between Candace's legs, which were still
enmeshed in the black stockings and capped with the spiked heels. He
placed one leg on each shoulder and positioned his cockhead at the
entrance to Candace's wet cunt. He took a deep breath.
"Do it honey," Jennifer exhorted.
Rick pushed his cock into Candace's cunt. Damn, it was tight.
He tried to push it in as hard as he could, but he could only make a
couple inches of progress on his first thrust. Candace squealed
loudly. Jennifer rose to a kneeling position and straddled Candace's
head, facing toward Rick. "Lick me, slut," she commanded.
Rick withdrew his cock and pushed in again. He heard Candace
squeal again, but the sound was muffled, since her mouth was full of
Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer leaned forward to kiss Rick, breathing
softly in his ear. "Come on, honey, fuck her hard."
Rick pulled out and thrust again, making a little more
progress. Candace's cunt was slowly opening up. It felt so good.
The bitch was tight! He couldn't wait until he got the chance to
shove his whole cock into this tight little slut. Jennifer continued
to kiss him, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands across his
chest, occasionally breathing further exhortations into his ear.
Suddenly, Rick felt his cockhead bump up against an
obstruction at the end of a thrust. "I've hit it," he whispered to
Jennifer.
Her response was forceful. "Slam it into her, honey. I love
that huge cock of yours, and I want our little bimbo to feel every
inch of it. Fuck the bitch's brains out."
Rick withdrew his cock and shoved it back in with all his
might. He felt Candace's cherry break as his cock slammed into her,
stopping only when the head of his cock hit her cervix. Candace
screamed. Rick saw Jennifer smile. She looked down toward her
crotch, where Candace's face was still buried. "Hurts, doesn't it,
bitch?" she said. "You needed a good fucking. Don't worry; it'll go
away. You'll enjoy getting fucked, slut." She turned back to Rick.
"Fuck her hard and fast, honey. Show her what it means to be a
fuck-toy."
Rick responded eagerly, pulling his cock out and slamming it
back in again. He took long, deep strokes as quickly as he could,
filling up Candace's cunt full each time. Jennifer stopped her kissing
and lay her body down on top of Candace's. "Keep licking, bitch!" she
yelled. With her own tongue, she began to tickle Rick's shaft as he
fucked Candace, licking his balls each time he filled the slut up.
Rick went wild from the sensation. He had never experienced
anything like it. He was fucking a cunt tighter than he could ever
have imagined, squeezing his cock like a velvet vise while his fiancee
licked at his cock. It wasn't long before he felt his come boiling
inside him.
"I'm... coming, honey..." Rick gasped. Jennifer began to lick
him furiously. He slammed his cock into Candace one final time as he
felt himself explode. He never thought he'd be able to come so much
in so short a time, but he could feel his come flooding Candace's
pussy. He felt it squeeze past his cock as he continued to come. All
the while Jennifer continued to lick his balls.
Suddenly Candace's cunt squeezed him tight. Her back arched
and she began to moan loudly. The bitch was coming. "See?" Jennifer
asked, looking at the spot between her legs where Candace's face was
buried. "I told you you'd like it, you little slut."
Rick relaxed as his orgasm ebbed and looked down to see his
come dripping from Candace's pussy onto the bedsheets. Jennifer was
lapping eagerly at it. She sat up, and Rick could see his come had
rubbed onto her chin. She flashed him a sultry smile, but it quickly
faded s her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. Candace's orgasm
ended just as Jennifer's began. She threw herself at Rick, gripping
his tightly as she screamed through a powerful orgasm.
Rick waited for over a minute until she calmed down. He felt
some jealousy at first. She'd never come that hard from anything he'd
done. But then he rebuked himself. This was something he'd done.
Jennifer had asked him to fuck Candace, and he had. She'd been
getting off on seeing him fuck a virgin bitch. Candace's tongue was
incidental.
And besides, hadn't Rick just come to a powerful orgasm from
fucking Candace? But it wasn't Candace that had mattered. It was
Jennifer. Jennifer urging him on, Jennifer licking his cock. She had
made it special. Not Candace. Candace was just a tool. A very
useful tool, but just a tool.
Jennifer's orgasm subsided, and she opened her eyes. "I love
you, honey." She looked down at Candace's body. "You kept going all
through your orgasm, slut. You never stopped licking your mistress.
Good girl!" she praised, slapping Candace approvingly on the arm. She
turned back to Rick. "We're going to have a lot of fun with her."
"One question, honey." Rick said.
"What's that, dear?"
"You spent several years playing out these domination
fantasies."
"Yeah."
"And you had sex with a lot of women."
"Yeah. So?"
"Right after our first time in my office, you told me you
hadn't made love to anyone since high school."
Jennifer smiled. "I didn't say that. I said I hadn't made
love to a man since high school."
"Ah," Rick replied.
"And I'm planning on making love to a man again tonight. The
old-fashioned way. He's going to fuck my very own pussy." She looked
down. "Although I'm sure we can find some way she can help out."
"Honey, I really don't think I'll be able to do it again until
Tomorrow..."
"I think you'll be perfectly capable, darling," Jennifer
replied, a gleam in her eye.
It turned out Jennifer was right.
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Candace's Education
ENDING FOUR (Part Two)
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Sixteen Years Later
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Rick enjoyed the warmth of his wife's body pressed against
his. Jennifer's head rested on his chest. They were alone tonight.
Candace had been given permission to frig herself to one orgasm in her
room. Rick and Jennifer still enjoyed using her just as much as they
had when they'd first gotten married, but sometimes it was nice just
to have a night alone, as a pair of consenting adults. Very
consenting.
"Feel better, honey?" Jennifer asked.
"Yeah, that was just what I needed."
"Me, too," Jennifer giggled. Even after fifteen years of
marriage, Rick still found her laughter intoxicating. Various other
things about her were also still quite enjoyable.
"Things have just been so stressful recently. Maybe I can
seduce Donna..."
"You lech!" Jennifer responded playfully. "You've already had
your way with two secretaries, and now you want a third?"
Rick smiled. Jennifer's intelligence and business savvy
hadn't gone unnoticed for long in the company after she'd started
working as Rick's secretary. Within a year of their marriage, she
been promoted into the Procurement department. Her career had risen
steadily thereafter, and she'd assumed the VP position at the head of
the department the year before Rick had reached the equivalent
position in Marketing.
When she'd left the secretarial position, Rick had managed to
move Candace into the job. He and Jennifer had done some more work on
her with the hypnotism drug, restoring most of her "normal"
intelligence. It turned out that a smart blonde made a much better
secretary than a dumb one.
They had managed to set things up so that Candace was able to
use her full intelligence in performing secretarial duties, but a
simple slap on the ass or a hand groping her tits would turn her back
into a brainless bimbo. She wasn't really brainless then, but the
post-hypnotic suggestions constrained her to act like it. This had
the added side-effect of reawakening her militant-feminist
sensibilities. Jennifer had loved the fact that the former radical
magazine editor was now a secretary, required to get coffee and
provide other services to her boss. Jennifer had made sure to visit
Rick quite often for one-on-one inter-department consultation
meetings. Rick's secretary was, of course, quite useful at these
meetings.
But it hadn't lasted forever. After two years of this, Rick
and Jennifer had decided to get pregnant, Jennifer had stopped taking
birth control pills. One evening, as Rick and Jennifer had made
passionate love, with Candace licking at Jennifer's clit and Rick's
balls, Tom had been conceived.
When Jennifer's maternity leave after Tom's birth had ended,
Rick and Jennifer had decided that it made sense for Candace to stay
at home and take care of the baby. Candace had remained at home
since, taking care of Tom and keeping the house clean.
She still took care of a lot of Rick and Jennifer's office
work, writing reports and making phone calls from home. By freeing
her master and mistress from the drudgework of the office, she gave
them a lot more free time to spend with Tom. Even so, "Aunt Candace"
was still responsible for looking after him when he came home from
school, making his lunch in the morning, and cleaning his room. Rick
knew that Candace loved the boy every bit as much as he and Jennifer
did.
No one except Jennifer and Rick knew the truth about Aunt
Candace's origins. Rick's parents thought she was Jennifer's cousin,
and Jennifer's parents thought she was Rick's cousin. A little bit of
conditioning with the hypnotism drug had ensured that neither family
was curious enough to investigate. Tom knew that Candace wasn't
really a relative, but just an old friend of his parents who had never
gotten married and lived with them. Which was all true, technically.
Tom was aware that Candace sometimes slept in the master bedroom with
his parents, or even with just one of them if the other was on a
business trip, but never thought anything of it. He'd grown up with
things being that way, and it never struck him as unusual.
Rick was interrupted from his musings by his wife. "Honey, we
need to talk."
"Hmmm? About what?"
"Tom. Candace found a magazine under his mattress when she
was cleaning this afternoon."
Rick sighed. He knew what a "magazine" meant. "Well, we knew
it would happen sooner or later. He is thirteen, now."
"You need to talk to him, Rick. Tell him the facts of life."
"Yeah. I haven't been looking forward to this."
"I know, honey, but worse men than you have done just fine."
"Thanks."
"Besides, you'll have a visual aid."
"What?"
"Candace. You can use her to demonstrate..."
"Demonstrate? You want me to..."
"Teach Tom how to use Candace."
"But... but..."
"Look, he's probably already got some pretty good guesses what
we do with her in this bed. It's not going to be long before he
figures it out. He may try to fuck her by himself, anyway. And
Candace would let him, too. She loves the boy."
Rick remained silent.
"This way, everything will be out in the open, and he can let
off his steam in a safe way."
"But what about girls his own age? Will he know the
difference between a woman and a bitch?"
"Yes, he'll know, because you're going to tell him. And if he
can fuck Candace whenever he wants, he won't be horny all the time,
and he'll be able to relate to girls his age as real people, rather
than viewing them as sex objects, like every other teenage boy."
Rick was silent for a time. "Well how is he going to learn to
please a real woman, if he learns by fucking Candace?"
"That's simple. We'll teach Candace to teach him. It'll take
some work, but we can set her up so that from time to time, Tom will
have to work to get her excited. He can learn by trial and error how
to pleasure her. In fact, we can set it up so that he can choose
whether he wants to practice lovemaking, or just fuck the bitch.
He'll give Candace the appropriate commands. We'll just have to tell
him that he has to do at least one training session for every, say,
three times he uses Candace as a bitch."
"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"
"Don't I always? Then I think by the time he starts dating
girls, he'll be a world-class lover, and he'll be able to satisfy his
girlfriends if they want him to. And you're going to teach him to
respect them, and not try anything they don't want."
"You're sure this'll work? Training Candace to teach Tom how
to make love?"
"Well, if it doesn't, I could always teach him..."
"No!"
"I'm kidding, honey. Of course it'll work. Don't my ideas
always work?"
Rick had to admit that was true. "Okay, I'll talk to him
Tomorrow."
Rick closed the door behind him and sat down on Tom's bed.
His son was sitting next to him, his wiry thirteen-year-old frame
perched on the edge of the bed. Rick could already see the muscles
developing on Tom's arms; he was starting to put on a man's body.
Rick took a deep breath.
"Son," Rick began, "there are certain things a man has to tell
his son at this time of his life. You're not a boy anymore. Your
body is developing in new and different ways. You're becoming a man.
And you're experiencing a lot of new feelings. Today I'm going to
explain what those feelings are, where they come from, and how to deal
with them."
Tom was obviously nervous, but he responded bravely. "Okay,
dad."
Rick explained the biological facts of reproduction, most of
which Tom knew. He explained the sperm, the ovum, the fertilization
process, and the sex act. He also explained arousal, and where it
came form.
"Now, son, thousands of years ago, when our ancestors lived in
caves, male sex urges served a very important purpose. Back then, a
man wanted to have sex with as many women as possible, in order to
spread his genes around, so that he would have a lot of children.
Most children didn't survive long, so it was important to have a lot
of them. At the same time, he wanted to keep other men from having
sex with his women. So he developed a very possessive attitude toward
women. He wanted to own them. And he wanted to have sex with them
constantly. So women were treated as objects, as possessions."
"That was the way it was, because that's the way we evolved.
Today, we've advanced to the point where we don't have to have sex all
the time to survive. Children don't die very often. So we don't need
to treat women as objects anymore."
"And we know now that we shouldn't. Just because we evolved
to think of women as objects doesn't mean it's right. In fact, it's
wrong. Women are people just like you and me. They have thoughts and
feelings. They're capable of doing everything we can do. Hell, your
mother makes more money than I do."
"It's important to respect women. You're going to be dealing
with girls and women a lot more often very soon, and you have to treat
them with respect. Love is based on respect. I love your mother more
than anyone else in the whole world, except for you, and that love is
based on the mutual respect we have for each other. She's also my
best friend. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
"Yeah, dad."
"Okay. But we still have these urges. A part of us still
wants to possess and control women. You have to keep these feelings
under control and only let them out at the appropriate times." Rick
swallowed. "That's what a bitch is for."
Tom's jaw dropped. Nervous, Rick turned toward the door.
"Come in, Candace."
The door opened and Candace walked in. Tom's mouth dropped
even further open. "Aunt Candace?"
Tom had never seen Candace dressed like this. She generally
wore conservative clothes around the house. But now she was decked
out in her finest slutware. She wore a pair of black spiked heels and
black mesh stockings and garter. A pair of shiny gold panties barely
covered her crotch, and matched a gold bra that displayed her tits
proudly. Her face was perfectly made-up, and her thick blonde hair
spilled gently over her shoulders and cascaded down her back.
Although Candace was over forty years old now, the regular use of
anti-wrinkle cream, a strict daily fitness regimen, and some choice
bits of cosmetic surgery left her with the body of a slut in her late
twenties.
"Your Aunt Candace is a bitch, son. Her purpose is to provide
sexual pleasure. That's all she wants in life. Look at me, son."
Tom ripped his eyes off of Candace's chest and faced his father. "A
woman is different. A woman is a person with thoughts and feelings
that you have to understand. And it's worth it to understand women.
It's very rewarding. But sometimes, you just need to vent your urges.
And that's what a bitch like Candace is for. No complex feelings.
She just wants to be fucked. Understand?"
"O-okay, Dad."
"Now, I'm going to show you how to use a bitch. This is a lot
different from making love to a woman. You'll hear about that later."
Now come over here and pull her bra down off of her tits."
Tom rose slowly and walked over to Candace. As though afraid
she was going to bite him, he gently pulled the bra down until
Candace's tits hung free.
"Touch her tits, son. Feel them. Notice how round and firm
they are? That's one way to tell a slut like Candace from a woman. A
woman has breasts, which are soft and natural. A bitch, though,
doesn't have breasts. She has big, round, firm tits." Tom was gently
cupping and caressing Candace's melonlike tits, eliciting soft moans
from the slut. "Rub the nipples, son. Notice how hard they get? A
bitch likes having her nipples fondled, doesn't she?"
"Yes, master," Candace groaned in a husky voice. Tom started
as she spoke. He'd never heard Candace talk that way. But he
continued to fondle the twin globes of flesh on Candace's chest.
Candace's silicone tits had been a gift from Jennifer to Rick on their
tenth anniversary. She'd noticed how much Rick enjoyed paying
attention to her own breasts, which were quite a bit larger than
Candace's natural tits had been, and decided to see if Rick would like
a somewhat bustier slave-bitch. She'd been right.
"Try licking them," Rick suggested. Tom hesitantly bent his
head to touch Candace's nipple with his tongue. The slut groaned in
pleasure. "Oh, yes, master... lick my tits..." Tom still seemed
nervous about using Candace, but her exhortations spurred him to suck
her erect nipple fiercely. Candace's breathing quickened as he did
so, and her chest arched, thrusting her tits against Tom's frantic
mouth. Tom was clearly enjoying this, and sucked and licked at
Candace's tits eagerly, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
Rick allowed Tom to have his fun with Candace's chest for
awhile. It was important that the boy become comfortable with using
the bitch's body for his own pleasure. But there were other things he
needed to learn. "Pull her panties down. Feel between the slut's
legs, son." Tom ceased his petting of her tits and slid her panties
down. His hand cupped her crotch. Candace adjusted her stance,
spreading her legs to accommodate his touch. Tom seemed less nervous
now. More in control.
"Notice how smooth she is down there, son? That's another
difference between a woman and a bitch. A woman has hair growing down
there, but a bitch keeps her cunt shaved nice and smooth." Rick knelt
in front of Candace and pointed out her clitoris. "Rub it, son."
Candace groaned as Tom did so, sliding his finger back and forth on
her swollen clit. "She really likes that. If you ever want to reward
her for doing something good, you can rub her there."
"Now slide your finger up here," Rick instructed, continuing
to show Tom all the features of the bitch's body. Tom's index finger
slid into Candace's cunt. Candace was panting with lust now at the
penetration. Rick smiled. When Tom took his first ride, the bitch
would come.
"It's wet," Tom said in awe.
"That's because she's ready to be used. Are you ready to use
the bitch, son?"
"Y-yeah, sure," Tome stammered.
"All right. There are a lot of ways to use a bitch like
Candace. Today you're just going to fuck her. Now remember, a bitch
does whatever you tell her, so you have to give her the right
commands. What you want her to do is lie down on the bed and spread
her legs. And remember, it's important to call her a bitch, or a
slut, or a whore, or something else degrading whenever you give her a
command. Go ahead."
Tom stepped back and swallowed nervously. "L-Lie down on the
bed, slut," he said, his voice quivering.
"Yes, master," Candace replied, spreading her body out on
Tom's bed.
Tom was struggling to keep his voice smooth. "Spread your
legs, bitch," he growled.
Candace complied, her legs parting to reveal the damp folds of
her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and she was panting with lust, her
tits rising and falling with every breath she took. Tom's eyes were
riveted on the sight before him: A hot bitch who obeyed his every
command and was practically begging to be fucked.
"Get up there," Rick instructed. Tom shook of his daze and
climbed onto the bed, kneeling in front of Candace's crotch. Her legs
automatically came to rest on his shoulders. "Tell her to pull out
your cock."
"P-pull out my c-cock, bitch," Tom commanded. Candace's
skilled hands swiftly unfastened Tom's belt and unzipped his jeans.
His rock-hard member sprang free. Candace groaned in lust at the
sight of it. Rick could see why. For a thirteen-year-old, Tom was
pretty well-hung. He'd have to explain to the boy that when making
love to a woman, size was of little importance. But Candace wasn't a
woman. She was a bitch, and a bitch loved nothing more than getting
fucked by a big cock.
"Now, your cock goes in here, where your finger was. But
here's the fun part. Just touch these folds here and hold it there."
The swollen purple head of Tom's cock rested against the outer folds
of Candace's cunt. The bitch was hyperventilating and thrusting her
hips at Tom, trying to draw his cock into her dripping cunt. "Don't
go in yet. This is the best part. See how excited she is? She
always gets incredibly horny when she thinks she's about to get
fucked. There's nothing in the whole world that a bitch like Candace
craves more than a good fucking. It's a lot of fun to make her beg
for it."
"In fact, it's a good idea to occasionally act like you're
going to fuck her, get her all excited and hot, and then not do it.
Just have her suck you off or something. That way, she'll never know
for sure whether she's going to get it or not, so she'll be all the
more desperate and hungry for a fucking. Now, what you want to do now
is degrade her as thoroughly as you can. Tell her how cheap and
filthy she is. Make her beg to be fucked. Go to it, son,"
Tom drew a ragged breath. "You f-filthy little slut," he
said, his voice hoarse. "You l-look like a cheap whore begging for a
fuck, B-beg me to fuck you, bitch!" Rick was impressed with Tom's
abilities. The boy was quickly learning how to use a bitch.
"Oh, please fuck me, master!" Candace breathed. "I've been
waiting so long for you to realize how much I need your cock inside
me. I got so hot when I found that magazine under your bed, because I
knew that meant you would be learning how to fuck me soon. I've been
waiting to be filled up with your hard cock since you were born. Fuck
me, fuck me!"
Tom grunted mightily as he shoved his rock-hard cock deep into
the bitch's cunt. Candace shrieked in ecstasy at his entry. After a
second, Tom withdrew and shoved himself into the slut's cunt again,
even harder. Candace moaned again. Rick smiled as he watched his son
use the slave-bitch. He'd been surprised by Candace's lust for his
son's cock. No wonder she loved that boy; she'd been lusting after
his cock for thirteen years! Rick knew Tom would get plenty of
enjoyment out of the bitch over the next several years.
Tom continued to fuck Candace. He wouldn't last long, Rick
knew. The boy was close to orgasm already. So was Candace. The
bitch was thrusting back desperately at Tom, her tits bouncing on her
chest as she strained to take the boy's cock as far inside her as
possible. "Ohhhh... fuck... meeeee...." she groaned as Tom pistoned
madly in and out of her.
Tom's hands moved down to grip Candace's flanks, and he began
pulling her onto his cock. Rick was surprised at the boy's strength.
Each time his pelvis thrust forward, his strong arms would pull the
slut down onto his cock, and he would groan with animal pleasure.
Tom's nervousness was gone, replaced by pure lust as he grunted
vocally at Candace. "Nnggh! Take my... Ooomph! ... cock, you
sleazy... Unngh! ... bitch! Gonna ... Ummph! ... fuck you good, you
.. Nngh! ...cheap little slut!" All the pent-up energy and sexual
frustration of a thirteen-year-old boy was being released into the
horny slave-bitch on the bed beneath him. Candace seemed to be loving
it.
Rick saw his son's body tighten as he slammed his cock into
the slut beneath him one final time. The boy groaned in ecstasy as he
came. Candace simultaneously flew into a screaming orgasm, her back
arching and her tits straining toward the ceiling. Rick was happy
that the boy was enjoying his first fuck, and glad that Candace was
having fun, too.
Rick watched as the boy and the bitch came together, Tom's
white jism overflowing from Candace's cunt and dripping onto the bed.
At last their orgasms subsided, Candace falling back onto the bed and
Tom pulling his cock out with an audible pop. The thirteen-year-old's
shaft was coated in sticky with come, and a thick string of it
stretched from the head of his cock to Candace's pussy. "She'll clean
that up for you, son. Just tell her to."
"Clean my cock, bitch," Tom said harshly, looking at Candace.
"Yes, master," she responded, sitting up and bending over to
lick the sperm off of Tom's cock. Tom watched her, one hand idly
playing with her tits.
"Now, son," Rick said, causing Tom to look up at him
attentively, "you can use her whenever you want. Just let her know
you want to fuck. But remember, she has things she has to do during
the day, so don't tie up all of her time. Only an hour or two a day,
okay? And remember, no one outside of this family is to know about
this. Understand?"
"Sure, dad."
"All right. I'll leave you two alone now," he said, turning
toward the door.
"Well, now, Aunt Candace, you were such a good fuck, let's see
how good a cocksucker you are," Tom was saying as Rick closed the
door. He smiled. The boy was going to find out just how skilled a
bitch Candace was.
Candace tried to concentrate on her work as she dusted off the
shelves of the entertainment cabinet. For the sixth time in as many
minutes, she glanced at the clock on the VCR. 1:35. Fifty-five
minutes until Tom got home. She tried to ignore the tingling in her
pussy, fighting the urge to rub her slit through the tight bikini
panties she wore. The bikini bottom and a button-down shirt tied off
under her tits were the most practical clothes she was allowed to wear
around the house. She wore them and a pair of three-inch heels - the
most stable pair of shoes she was capable of wearing without painfully
stressing her tendons - while cleaning. She faced the coming hour
with a mixture of dread and lust.
Over the last several years, Candace had found herself being
made use of less and less often. When her master and mistress had
first moved in together, they had made use of her almost every night.
Candace had orgasmed frequently and powerfully. After she'd started
working as Rick's secretary, she'd gotten use during the day as well -
giving Rick a quick blowjob, carrying some documents up to Jennifer's
office and eating her out while she was up there, even an occasional
threeway with both master and mistress.
In the years since she'd quit work to care for Tom, her sexual
activity had steadily declined. Rick and Jennifer had stopped
bringing her into their bed every night, often preferring to amuse
themselves more privately. These days they used Candace together
maybe twice a week. They would both still make occasional use of her
body on an individual basis, but even so, Candace often went days
without being used. She hadn't minded at all. Her own sexual desires
had faded as well over time. She had been perfectly content to come
only once or twice a week.
The dropoff in use had coincided with an increase in the
amount of work she was required to do for her masters. Rick and
Jennifer both routinely brought home papers for her to read and
comment on. She was often expected to write reports and prepare
presentations for her masters. Oddly enough, between the paperwork
she did for her masters, and the decreasing amount of use she got, she
had regained some of her pride.
She was still a good little bitch, always eager to spread her
legs for her master's cock or lick her mistress's cunt. But she was
proud of the fact that she had become something more - an important
contributor to her master and mistress's well-being. Not an equal,
but not really a slave either. More a trusted subordinate.
But two weeks ago, that had changed. Two weeks ago, Tom Logan
had fucked her for the first time, slamming his thirteen-year-old cock
into her cunt with a force she hadn't imagined possible. After his
father had instructed him in Candace's use, Tom had proceeded to use
her several times a day.
The whirlwind pace had left her little time to do her regular
work for her masters. Last week she'd written a quarterly report for
Rick and inadvertently omitted a whole section. Rick had caught the
mistake and given her a stern talking-to. She knew she wouldn't have
made the mistake if she'd been allowed a decent amount of sleep in the
last couple of weeks.
She worked hurriedly. In five minutes or so she would need to
start fixing up her hair and putting on makeup for Tom's afternoon
ride. Her pussy tingled again at the thought.
And the worst part was how much she enjoyed getting used by
the boy. Tom used her with a zest and power that she hadn't
experienced with Rick or Jennifer in a long time. To them, she knew,
she was a fact of life. They took her for granted. That was what had
allowed her to rise to a position of importance within the family.
But to Tom, she was a wonderful new plaything, a thousand new
opportunities to explore. And how he explored. He'd fucked her in
almost every conceivable position.
As she was preparing to retire to her room to change for her
fucking by Tom, the door flew open. She whirled to find herself
facing a grinning boy. "School's out early today, bitch," he said,
closing the door. "And I see a hot slut begging for a fucking."
Candace's knees shook as she felt the heat in her cunt
intensify. Her cheeks burned with humiliation, but the thought of the
boy's cock in her cunt excited her incredibly. She knew that she'd do
anything for it. And two short weeks ago she'd been so proud of
herself. Now she was just a bitch again.
The boy tossed his backpack onto the floor next to the door.
"Untie the shirt, bitch. I want to see those tits," he growled,
striding purposefully toward her. Candace groaned in pleasure at his
harsh language, feeling simultaneously aroused and disgusted. Neither
Rick nor Jennifer ever called her a bitch anymore. She'd forgotten
what degradation had felt like, and both thanked and hated Tom for
reminding her.
She untied the knot in her shirt, letting her melonlike tits
hang free. Tom reached out eagerly to fondle the firm globes of
silicone and flesh. Candace moaned at his touch. Rick and Jennifer
never seemed to notice her tits anymore. Rick had been interested for
about a year after Jennifer had gotten Candace the implants, but the
novelty had eventually worn off. The sensation of having her tits
fondled was one thing Candace had forgotten about until a few weeks
ago.
Tom seemed to derive endless fascination from her tits -
rubbing them, squeezing them, pinching them, licking them, sucking
them. She often spent the night in his bed, and he would fall asleep
with one hand wrapped around each of her tits, kneading them gently.
The attention often kept her fully aroused for several hours. He
hadn't fucked them, but she knew it was only a matter of time until he
did.
"Blow me, bitch," Tom growled. "Do a good job and I'll fuck
your brains out." Candace whined plaintively, but did as she was
told, sinking to her knees and unzipping the boy's jeans. His cock
seemed to have already reached its adult size, and sprang out at her
as she pulled down his pants. She dove on it eagerly, her tongue
swirling around its thick shaft.
She felt Tom's hands running through her hair, removing the
pins that had kept it up out of her way when she'd been cleaning. Two
weeks ago, he'd been hesitant, unsure of himself. But now his hands
moved over her body with perfect confidence and familiarity. He
pulled her hair out, combing it with his fingers as she continued to
suck his cock.
She took him as deeply into her throat as possible, her lips
sliding smoothly along his prick. Her pussy was dripping wet at his
promise of a fucking. Sometimes he fucked her, sometimes he didn't.
She got so frustrated by the uncertainty of it all. And she was
thoroughly humiliated by her continued lust for the mere possibility
of a fucking.
"Yes... yesssss..." Tom groaned. "There's a good little slut.
You're always a good slut, Candace. I always knew that was what you
were. Even before Dad told me you were a sex-bitch, I knew. It was
so obvious. I've been dreaming of this for so long. Dreaming of
taking my Aunt Candace and making her suck my cock. Making you beg
for my cock like the bitch I always knew you were."
Candace moaned around his cock at the words. She'd wanted him
for so long, too. Even when he'd just been born, and Jennifer had let
her hold him, a tiny little baby in her arms, she'd known. She'd
known that someday the baby would grow into a man, and he would use
her just like his parents did. She'd looked at his little cock every
time she'd changed his diapers, wondering how big it was going to get,
how it would feel inside her.
"Yes, I think I'll fuck you today, bitch," Tom growled. "Get
up and bend over the chair," Candace squealed in delight as she
stood. She turned her back to Tom and bent over, thrusting her ass
high in the air and resting her hands on the arms of the easy chair.
She felt her pussy drip with wetness.
Tom moved into position behind her. His hands grabbed the
bikini bottom and pulled it roughly down off of her hips. The strings
pulled against her thighs as Tom ran his hands up and down the lips of
her pussy, rubbing her swollen clit. "Oooooh..." she moaned,
"Ohhhhhh... fuck me, master... fuck me..." She whined plaintively,
shoving her hips back at his probing hands. Her head was fogged with
lust.
"So the little bitch wants some cock, hmmm?" Tom's hands
moved from her cunt to her hips. Candace thrilled at his solid grip.
She was desperate to be fucked. The sensation of his cockhead
touching her labia almost drove her to orgasm. "All right, slut," Tom
growled, "Here it comes..."
"Tom!"
Candace felt the hands leave her hips and the cockhead leave
her pussy lips at the voice. No! She had to get fucked! "Fuck
meeeeee..." she mewled.
But Tom wasn't paying attention to her anymore. "Mom!"
Candace turned to look. Sure enough, there was her mistress, standing
in the door.
"What the hell is going on here?" Jennifer asked, slamming the
door behind her as she strode into the room.
"Mom, I... I..." Tom stammered.
"I take off from work early to get a head start on shopping
for your birthday, and I come home to find you about to fuck Candace
in the middle of the living room?"
"I... I..." Tom was speechless.
"Well?" Jennifer demanded.
"D-Dad said that... Candace... I could... use... her." Tom
muttered, eyes downcast. Candace whined at the statement. "Fuck
me..." Her pussy ached for cock.
Jennifer ignored her. "I know damn well what your father told
you. Did he tell you to fuck her in the middle of the living room?"
Tom seemed perplexed. "N-no..."
"I mean, for Chrissakes, Tom, what if I'd been bringing
company in?" Tom was silent. "Look, you've got a room, she's got a
room. Try to keep your pants on long enough to get to one of them,
okay? It's more comfortable on a bed, anyway."
"So... it's okay... to... to... do it with her?"
Jennifer sighed. "Of course it is, Tom. What do you think
your father and I have her around for?"
Tom was silent. Candace squealed with need, shaking her ass.
She was about to explode with lust. "Mistress... Master..."
"Well, don't just stand there, Tom," Jennifer said. "Look at
her. You can't get her all hot and horny like this and then not use
her. Now take the bitch up to your room and fuck her."
"Yes, mom. Come on, bitch."
Candace rose and followed Tom to his room She stumbled after
him as fast as she could with the bikini panties constraining her thighs.
Upon reaching his room, Tom closed the door behind Candace. The
downcast boy vanished, replaced by the confident master. "On the
bed, bitch. Hands and knees. Now!"
Candace moaned with pleasure as she rushed to comply, her cunt
tingling with desire. She had barely finished following his
instructions when she felt him kneel behind her. His hands gripped
her hips and pulled her back roughly as his swollen cock slammed into
her cunt. "Ohhh... yesss!" she moaned as her pussy squeezed his cock
tightly.
"Horny little slut!" Tom groaned as he continued to fuck her.
His hands crept forward to grasp her tits. He pulled them backward
with each stroke, using them as leverage to thrust his cock as far
into her cunt as possible. "Take my cock, bitch!"
Candace burned with humiliation even as she grew excited at
his words. She knew it was true. The pride she had taken from the
brainwork she had done was an illusion, an attempt to flee from
reality. This was the reality. Getting fucked by her Master, feeling
his hands gripping her silicone tits. She was a sex-toy. Nothing
more.
She felt her master's cock throbbing within her. The
sensation pushed her over the edge into orgasm. She screamed in
pleasure as her master's seed spurted into her cunt. All doubt left
her mind as waves of pleasure crashed over her. This was what she
wanted more than anything else in the world.
Jennifer tossed her briefcase onto the couch and sat down,
letting the tension ease out of her body. She leaned back, closing
her eyes. She had to do something about Tom. He was coming along
just fine, showing all the normal adolescent urges and interests.
Soon she and Rick were going to train Candace to be a lovemaking
practice-woman for him, so that he could fit his urges into the proper
social context.
She was worried, though, about the enthusiasm with which the
boy was using the bitch. Jennifer didn't think Tom would
intentionally hurt Candace, but a careless accident could happen. She
had to make sure Tom cared for Candace properly.
So she'd hypnotize him. Rick was going on a business trip the
next week; it would be the perfect opportunity to give Tom a little
conditioning. Some of the drug in his breakfast juice, and then a few
carefully chosen suggestions. She would tell Tom that he cared for
Candace. He cared about her enough to make sure she never got hurt.
He cared enough to look after her welfare if his parents died before
Candace did.
It would only take minor conditioning, probably less than half
an hour. And it would be permanent. Jennifer had become quite a good
hypnotist, and was good enough to plant suggestions strong enough to
last a lifetime. Teaching Tom to look out for Candace would be a
snap. Just like it had been fifteen years ago when she'd done it to
Rick.
Jennifer loved him dearly, and knew that he wouldn't abuse
Candace. But occasionally she worried a little about his darker
side. She knew it was safe as long as she was around; she and
Candace, between the two of them, were capable of satisfying all of
Rick's desires. But what if something happened to Jennifer? Would
Rick's urges take control of him?
She didn't think so. Rick had long since dealt with his dark
side. But she couldn't be perfectly sure. She had to make certain
that Candace would be taken care of if she died. She'd been a good
bitch, and she deserved that much. So she'd studied up on hypnotism,
secretly, and then conditioned Rick to care for Candace.
Jennifer opened her eyes, refreshed, and stood up. She had to
go out and get Tom's birthday present. She looked down and saw the
boy's pants lying on the floor, where he'd left them after undressing
to screw Candace. She picked them up and carried them off toward the
laundry room, shaking her head amusedly. "Just like his father."
THE END