Message-ID: <575eli$9704171740@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!news.accessus.net!not-for-mail X-Path-Preload: news.accessus.net preloaded to thwart rogue canceller there Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Webguru Subject: "The Engagement" (MMM+/f, MMM+/m, MMM+/ts, forced ts, wife, enema, nc, mc, b&d, voyeur, M dom) "The Engagement" (MMM+/F, FFF, MMM+/Couple, Wife, NC, MC, B&D, M Dom, Forced TS, Voyeur) *** Copyright ) 1997 - All Rights Reserved *** * WARNING * WARNING * WARNING * This is a work of pornographic fiction intended for adults only. It describes sexual acts and behaviour in explicit and graphic detail. Only read this story if you are aware of the laws concerning pornography in your place of residence and you have reached the age of sexual consent there. DISCLAIMER: The attached document is the first chapter of a three part story ("The Engagement"); this story 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 extremely explicit and graphic sexual fantasy. The depiction of any act in this story, including, but not limited to, non-consensual sexual activity, oral/anal/vaginal sex, heterosexual and homosexual acts, use of drugs and other mind-altering substances on an unwilling or 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. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR PLACE OF RESIDENCE TO READ AND VIEW PORNOGRAPHIC MATERIAL, OR THE PRESENCE OF ANY OF THE ACTIONS LISTED IN THE SECOND PARAGRAPH, ABOVE, OFFEND YOU, DO NOT READ THIS STORY. This is the first chapter of a story I have written; at present, there are three chapters available - I may write more if asked nicely! Note: This story is a work of FICTION. The story, names, and events depicted in this story are fantasy, and no names are changed, as no one is innocent or real in this story. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO READ SEXUALLY EXPLICIT ADULT CONTENT STORIES, DO NOT READ FURTHER. Also, if you are offended by consentual adults enriching their lives and/or fantasies, or if you have a religious / moral / anti-pornography agenda, please go away. You have been thoroughly warned. This is heavy stuff. *************************************************************************** "The Engagement" - Chapter 1 "Oh yes, my love!". Mary looked deep in John's eyes as he slipped the diamond engagement ring on her finger. He had just proposed, and she had immediately accepted. His lips found hers and they kissed tenderly. John's tongue tentatively probed inside her and she allowed it for a moment before breaking off the kiss. They were going to be married, after all; but their strict religious upbringing meant neither of them would let things get out of control until their wedding night. They were both devout young Christians from good families, and although they had been highschool sweethearts for years, neither had seen each other naked. Aside from the one time they got a little carried away and actually French kissed while John nervously stroked Mary's firm breasts for a few moments, the pair really were saving themselves for marriage. "Come on, we'd better try and find our way home. Our families will be getting worried.", John spoke, and started clearing the remains of their picknick. They had gone for a drive in the countryside on a lazy summer's afternoon; it was a Saturday, and very peaceful. They had not seen another soul for hours. They took a few wrong turns, and drove down endless country roads for nearly two hours before realising they were completely lost. They had seen no living soul, nor even streetsigns to help them out. Finally, to make things even worse, , the car broke down. The engine made some funny noises and slowly died. John tried to restart the car, to no avail. It eventually coasted to a halt and the young couple looked at eachother. John spoke first. "We'll have to see about getting to a telephone. There must be a farmhouse or something around here." She nodded agreement; they locked the car and looked around. The woods were thick here, and they could see no sign of civilisation. John shrugged and lead the way in the direction they had been travelling. About half a mile up the road, they came across a mailbox by what had to be a driveway leading into the forest. It was a long driveway; a few minutes later their spirits lifted as a large, rambling mansion with several outbuildings came into view. They walked up to the front door and knocked. A few moments later, an attractive blonde opened the door; she was wearing a traditional maid's costume. She looked John and Mary up and down and raised an eyebrow. "Yes? How can I help you?", she enquired. John cleared his throat and explained that their car had broken down; he asked to use the telephone to call the nearest garage. The woman didn't react, just stared at him blankly. John was starting to get uneasy, but couldn't quite put his finger on what caused his concern. The woman stepped aside and waved John and Mary into the large tiled entrance hall. Majestic twin staircases swept up to a large mezzanine where a tall man stood, a glass of champage in his hand. Wearing a tuxedo, he was ruggedly handsome, about forty years old. His temples showed just enough grey hair to look distinguished. "Welcome to my humble home. What a pleasant surprise! I was just entertaining some friends. Come, you must join us for a cool drink." He beckoned with one hand. John and Mary glanced at eachother and shrugged. "Thank you, that would be nice", John accepted on their behalf and the young couple mounted the stairs. John shook the man's hand and introduced himself and Mary. "Charmed", the man murmured as he bowed and brushed his lips on Mary's hand. "My name is Robert Stevens III." He turned and led the way through beautifully panelled double doors and they found themselves in a large living room. There were perhaps twenty men and women standing and sitting around, drinks in hand. They were all dressed to the hilt, and Mary felt a little uncomfortable in her plain sundress. Standing in each corner of the room were large, muscular black men, obviously manservants by their dress. The man snapped his fingers and another maid appeared instantly. "June, please fetch our guests some lemonade". She too was wearing a maid's costume, with a very short skirt, petticoats, seamed stocking, high heels and a little apron. The look was completed by a little starched cap. John tried not to stare as she sashayed toward a wet bar. "I'm sorry - we didn't mean to interrupt your party", he apologised to his host. "Nonsense. You're most welcome to join us; this is just an informal little gathering to celebrate the engagement of two friends." He glanced at an attractive young couple seated nearby. They smiled and nodded at John and Mary. Mary gushed. "Congratulations! As a matter of fact, John proposed to me today!" She raised her hand and displayed her engagement ring. The maid returned with a silver tray and served them tall, frosted glasses of lemonade. Mr. Stevens noticed John's eyes staring at the collar she wore; made of black velvet, it had a small golden padlock dangling from it. A sly little smile played on the man's lips. "She's quite lovely, isn't she. One of my favourite little slaves, and quite exotic. The lock is of course symbolic; she couldn't imagine a life without her Master. Could you, dear?". The maid spoke for the first time. "No, Master". Their host dismissed her and waved a hand at the other guests. "She is not alone, as you can see; my friends share my proclivities". They could now see that scattered among the other guests were several women with similar collars to the maids, each with a little padlock. John and Mary were dismayed. John found his voice first, and handed his drink to his host. 'That's enough. We're leaving now. You people are a bunch of sick perverts. Come on, Mary." He took his fiancie by the arm and steered her toward the door. Their little scene had been noticed by all the other guests, who watched silently. "Not so fast, young man". The man's voice was harsh, commanding. John turned. "I think you need to learn a lesson or two; you are very quick to judge my friends and I - in my own house, no less." John snorted in disgust and turned to leave. The man snapped his fingers and suddenly, strong arms seized the young couple from behind. Mary screamed in fright and the black manservant quickly clapped his hand over her mouth. He held her wrists pinned easily behind her. John struggled fiercely but the two burly servants holding him were far too strong; he surrendered as their master walked up. "I think you'll be enjoying my hospitality for quite a bit longer than you expected. I shall enjoy instructing you in the ways of the real world. Your self-righteous hypochrisy angers me; when I'm done with you, it will have disappeared. Count on that." John tried to hide his terror. His voice shook as he spoke. "You must be crazy. You can't just hold us prisoner here!". The man chuckled wryly. "Oh, but I can you see. Quite easily. He turned to the other guests, who had gathered in a large circle and were watching the proceedings with great interest. "Don't you all agree?". There was a ripple of laughter that sounded very sinister to John. These people were all in on some little secret, and John didn't dare imagine what that might be. "Listen mister, you're all crazy". John got no further before the man struck him hard in the stomach and left him gasping for air. "Your first lesson, young man. I am not 'mister'. In fact, I am Master - and you shall address me that way. You will only speak when spoken to, and you will show proper respect at all times. The same applies to you, young lady." He spoke to the servant holding Mary. "Take them away. You know what to do." He turned away contemptuously and rejoined his other guests as the three strapping black servants led John and Mary from the room. The fourth, a man named Charles who was the Major Domo in charge of the other servants, remained and listened carefully as his master issued detailed instructions before rejoining his guests. ********************************************************************** MARY Mary had never been so scared in her life, and she had to fight to keep from wetting heryself as the big black man dragged her away from John. He took her to a bedroom and locked her inside before leaving. She looked around the room. It seemed to be a fairly average room, with a king size bed and nice furnishings - except that the windows were barred, suggesting this house had held reluctant guests before. Mary turned at the sound of the door. One of the black men entered, along with the submissive maid she had seen earlier. "My name is Charles, and I believe you've already been introduced to June. We're here to get you ready for Master. Please undress." Mary stared at him. "Do as you're told, miss. Either way, you'll strip naked - but if you cooperate it'll be a lot easier on you." He stared back, and it was obvious to her that he meant it. Behind the man, June looked at her and nodded, as if to warn Mary of what would happen if she did not comply. Slowly, she stripped down to her bra and panties. "All of it", Charles ordered. Humiliated, she obeyed and stood before them. Charles now turned to June. "You know what to do. Prepare this girl for Master." Leaving Mary in her expert hands, Charles left to attend other business, locking the door behind him. It didn't take him long to find the couple's abandoned car and hotwire it - a trick he had learned in his youth, spent in city slums. He parked the car in a large barn behind the house and closed the doors. Tomorrow, he would push the vehicle over a cliff into a nearby river, making sure it exploded. When police found the wreck, they woud asume the occupants' bodies had been washed away. It was not the first time he had helped his Master make people disappear Taking Mary by the hand, June led her to the bathroom and ran a hot tub. She made Mary immerse herself in the musky scented water and began to shave her legs, arms and armpits. Finally, she shaved between Mary's legs and around her groin. Mary knew better than to protest, and when the woman was finished Mary's body was completely hairless. Drying her off, the woman led Mary to the dressing table where she fixed Mary's face and hair. As Mary watched her reflection in the large mirror, she saw herself gradually transform into a rather slutty-looking woman. The kind of woman she and her religious friends scorned: big hair, and heavy make-up. She had never worn makeup in he life, and she found it hard to believe how the thick coat of bright red lipgloss made her lips seem fuller. Finally, she was made to dress: a lacy white suspender belt, matching seamed stockings, opera-length silk gloves and very high heels. She could barely maintain her balance. She looked around, but could see no other articles of clothing. June guessed her thoughts and confirmed them. "That's right honey, these are all the clothes you'll be needing." Charles had returned from his errand and had been watching impassively. He now stepped forward and handed Mary a glass of water and several pills. She looked at hem; they were different shapes and colours. "What are these?", she asked the man with a tremor in her voice. "Think of them as vitamin tablets; they'll make things easier for you later," he intoned, "so just take them and shut up." Reluctantly, she did as she was told and was led from the room. She had barely taken a dozen steps before she started feeling dizzy. ********************************************************************** JOHN My mind reeled as I was carried away by those two silent gorillas. I struggled when the other guy led Mary away, but here was nothing I could do. I called out to her. "Be brave honey, remember I love you!". Her eyes pleaded silently as she was firmly marched around a corner. I was to find out later what these weirdos were all about. Basically, they liked to play sex games. Kinky sex games. Robert Stevens was a very wealthy man. Semi-retired, he had the time and resources to dedicate to his hobbies, and a network of likeminded friends to play with. Bondage and discipline and Sado-Masochism featured prominently in their sport, although they were all basically dominant. Their slaves were not considered part of the group as such - they were mere playthings, not humans in their masters' eyes. The two manservants took me down to the cellar of the house and into a special room. When they turned on the light, I saw it had been fitted out like some kind of weird dungeon They locked heavy leather cuffs around my wrists and attached them to a hook hanging from the tall ceiling by a heavy chain. I pleaded for my freedom, but my only reward was to have a red rubber ball gag forced between my teeth and buckled into place behind my head. One of them walked over to the nearest wall, where some kind of pulley arrangement connected to the ceiling hook. He started cranking, and I winced as my feet left the floor and my wrists took all the weight. One of them produced a switchblade and I froze. My mind whirled, terror-struck as he approached me again. My relief was almost tangible when he only used it to cut all my clothes off - although I wasn't exactly thrilled at hanging naked from the ceiling before two strange black dudes. The other man opened a small refrigerator in a corner of the dungeon and removed a small metal case. He opened it to reveal a hypodermic syringe, with which he carefully drew some kind of clear liquid from a small vial. He tapped the syringe to clear any air bubbles. What was that stuff? I was helpless to resist as he deftly plunged it into my buttock and injected me with the drug. It took effect almost immediately, and I lost consciousness ********************************************************************** As soon as his body slumped to hang motionless from the ceiling hook, the two black men prepared him for what was to follow. One of them carefully shaved John's groin and swabbed his penis with alcohol while the other sterilised some surgical instruments. He went over to a chest of drawers and studied the contents of the top drawer. Satisfied, he removed a tiny padlock and what apeared to be a stainless steel sheath of some sort, about three inches long, one inch in diameter and lined on the inside with sharp little studs. He fitted it over John's shaven flaccid penis; one end fit smoothly against the base of his cock, and the other sat snugly under the crown. The man had to stretch John's cock a little, but that was the whole idea. It was a perfect fit. He pulled a bit of flesh from below the head John's penis where there was a small gap in the shining cylinder and asked his comrade to hold it stretched in place with a pair of surgical thongs. Finally, he produced a thick needle and carefully ran it through the streched fold of flesh. He threaded the hasp of the padlock through the newly pierced penis and clicked it shut. John's was now locked into a steel sheath that would prevent him from gaining a full erection and in fact the studs lining the shaft would torture his poor cock if he started to become erect. Finally, they lowered John from the ceiling and dressed him in a larger version of the maid's costume June wore, complete with suspenders and sheer seamed stockings and 5" black patent stilletoes. His humiliation would be complete Their work done, they waited patiently for John to regain consciousness. That didn't take very long, and they laughed out loud at the look of horror on his face when he realised what they had done to him. "Well my boy, there'll be some cocks blowing later on but yours won't be one of 'em! The Master will only remove that sheath for his pleasure and amusement, not yours." They were still chuckling as they fastened his cuffed wrists together behind his back, they took him back to the living room where his fiancie was on her hands and knees in the center of the floor. ********************************************************************** MARY They took me back to the living room. I was hideously embarrassed - I mean, I wasn't wearing any clothes! The outfit they'd made me wear left my private parts and breasts totally exposed, and they'd even shaved away what little modesty my pubic hair would have afforded me. But I soon forgot about that. I soon forgot about everything. I didn't know what was in those pills they gave me, but it must have been a pretty powerful cocktail. It was impossible to think, or concentrate on anything. I felt strangely docile; I felt an unfamiliar moisture between my legs and my body was very relaxed. My escorts didn't need to hold me or anything; I went obediently where they told me, like an mindless sheep. When we entered the living room, all the men and women - and Master - were still there, except that they had changed their clothes. None of the men wore anything, and it was only the mind-numbing effects of the drugs that kept me from shutting my eyes at the spectacle. The women were dressed much like I was - like sluts. I was told to get on my hands and knees on the floor, which I did. That's pretty much the last thing I remember before my mind blacked out completely, but Master later showed me a videotape of what happened next ********************************************************************** END OF CHAPTER ONE - "THE ENGAGEMENT" If you would like to read the next chapter of this story, you'll find it at the following Web site: http://www.planet-sex.com Feel free to surf by - don't worry, it's free of charge! THIS DOCUMENT - CHAPTER ONE OF THE EROTIC STORY "THE ENGAGEMENT" - MAY BE REPOSTED AND/OR ARCHIVED IN A RESPONSIBLE MANNER BUT ONLY IN ITS ENTIRITY - NO PART OF THIS TEXT MAY BE EDITED OR DELETED, INCLUDING ANY DISCLAIMERS. 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