The Great Mistake

Day 1

George Orley crossed the clean quiet street whistling on his daily morning walk. It was early, the sun had barely risen above the skyline, but that was the best time to walk in Las Vegas; before the sun got too hot and the streets got too crowded with cars and pedestrians. George understood that the streets of Las Vegas had always been crowded, especially the main strip, but the crowds of the late twentieth and early twenty-first century were nothing compared to the crowds of post war early twenty-second. Ever since the city had been made the new U.S. capital, the population for the entire state of Nevada had exploded. Of course, Las Vegas had been declared its own district as Washington, DC had been before it, but the surrounding areas had seen increased populations as well.

None of that concerned George much. He had grown up in the city, post war, and only learned it had once been different in his history classes during his school years. School had been many years ago for George, and as he wiped the sweat with one hand from his forehead to the back of his head over the large bald spot that covered the top of his head, he lamented over the loss of his full head of hair. His frugal nature had kept him from trying any of the various ‘cures’ for male pattern baldness and whenever he saw a man who had obviously used one he decided he’d made the right choice. He missed running his hand through it though.

Despite the early morning, it was still hot in Las Vegas and George was starting to sweat profusely. He took a sip from the water bottle he always carried on his morning jaunts as his eyes locked on the black top of the solar paneled covered roof of the building that he liked to visit twice a week. He reflexively checked his pocket for his ident card which provided the only means of entry into the building.

No matter how many times he’d seen it, he always smiled when he was able to make out the name of the building on the side of the brick wall. The Daniel John Tarkanian Memorial Tension Relief Station was one of the cleanest TRSs in the city and the only one George regularly visited. But he had to get there early; in another hour the line would be long as men on their way to work would try to fit in a half hour session. One of the perks of being retired was that he didn’t have to spend all that time getting ready to head to the office anymore. He just had to throw on some shorts, a short sleeved shirt, and a pair of shoes before he headed out.

He was a little surprised as he got closer to see a man pacing back and forth in front of the brick wall that shielded the stalls entrances from the street. This TRS had ten stalls and at this time in the morning George was usually the only occupant. If there was a line George decided he wasn’t going to wait, but as he got closer he realized the man looked like he was pacing out of distress and not impatience.

George slowed and approached cautiously wondering what the man was about. He looked around and checked for a police officer or anyone that might be of assistance if the distressed man tried anything. The streets were completely empty except for the odd stray passing motorist. He almost turned around and headed home, but then decided that he was being silly and headed toward the building. The man hadn’t even noticed him, or at least hadn’t acknowledged George’s presence, but George headed towards the opposite end of the brick wall anyway to try to avoid him.

George wasn’t sure what suddenly drew the man’s attention but he suddenly looked up and upon seeing George took a quick step in his direction. George’s sudden defensive posture brought the man up short who must have realized that his aggressive action probably wasn’t the best in the situation. The distraught man looked at George with pain filled eyes for a moment and then suddenly dropped to his knees with his hands clasped in front of him in a pleading gesture.

“Please…please don’t go in,” the man begged in an accented voice George could only recognize as being Eastern European. “It’s my fault…my fault!” the man continued. “It’s not fair! Please! I’ll do anything! Please!”

George, suddenly understanding the man’s issue looked around for help. Seeing none, he backed up slowly towards the break in the wall that lead to the stalls hoping the man wouldn’t follow and try to stop him from entering. “Please!” the man wailed again shuffling forward on his knees, but he didn’t try to reach for George. The man was at least in control enough to know that touching or physically interfering with George would land him in jail and probably end in a lawsuit.

George reached out his left hand towards the wall and let his fingertips brush against it as he backed up never taking his eyes off the man. He had stopped shuffling forward and just sat there looking at George with tear filled eyes. “For God’s sake, please don’t…please not her!” the man pleaded. George’s fingers hit empty air and he quickly darted behind the wall. A quick scan of the stalls found green lights above every door as usual so he rapidly made his way to the closest one and scanned his ident card.

He looked behind him while the door heavy door made clicking sounds as it unlocked. The man hadn’t followed but he could hear him sobbing on the other side of the wall. A hiss of air told him it was open and George quickly hauled on the door and stepped inside pulling the door closed behind him. The whirs and clicks of the door lock were louder on this side and he held it closed until they stopped.

Once the door was fully locked he let out a sigh of relief. He contemplated calling the police about the man outside, but then realized he hadn’t actually broken any laws. It was legal to protest outside the TRSs as long as you didn’t bar access to the facilities.

George stepped over to the monitor next to the door and touched the screen. A big welcome page started and then quickly switched to the portrait of a woman with her name and relevant stats. When he left his house that morning, George had anticipated spending his free half hour with his favorite at this TRS, Jasmine, and hit the button to scroll to the next woman. He was about to hit it again when he realized this woman was new and most likely the cause of the sobbing man’s consternation.

The system listed her name as Izabela which was obviously an Eastern European spelling of the name and she had just been assigned to the TRS early that morning. Her picture wasn’t one of the flattering studio shots of one of the regular government owned women but instead looked like a court sponsored picture. George, keenly aware of his time ticking away, quickly took in the woman’s measurements. If the measurements were accurate, she fit the type of woman George liked which caused him some indecision. Should he continue scrolling over to Jasmine, a woman he knew he’d enjoy, or pick this woman and risk disappointment? He could hear the seconds ticking by in his head as his finger remained poised above the next button.

The TRS system had developed as a result of scientific studies that had been suppressed for decades that proved men performed better when they released tension regularly through sexual interactions with women. Of course, the program would never have been possible had women in the US retained their rights as independent citizens of America.

The Great Mistake, as history now referred to the election of Hillary Clinton as President of the United States in the early twenty-first century, had led to the near destruction of the greatest democracy in human civilization. After what was supposed to be a goodwill tour to China, the Chinese had inexplicably launched a nuclear attack against the East Coast of the US. The US military, caught completely unaware, had been slow to respond and by the time all the dust had settled almost two-thirds of America had been destroyed and rendered uninhabitable by nuclear fallout.

The Chinese government, which took over stewardship of the US for nearly 20 years, made it clear that the attack was the result of some blunder President Clinton had made but never gave specifics. None of the US’s historical allies had come to her defense and for years what was left of her population had floundered in near third world conditions.

After the Chinese departed, and the US began to rebuild on its own, in a knee-jerk reaction one of the first laws the new government headquartered in Las Vegas passed was the prohibition of women from holding government office. The country’s nostalgia for the period of time after the Second World War when men worked and women took care of the home helped the law pass. Women protested and refused to give up their jobs to return to a life of menial servitude in the home so the men in power decided to take stronger measures. An initiative was proposed to strip women of their right to vote. It barely passed but once it was done other rights were systematically stripped from women one, two, and three at a time. Ten years later, all women’s rights were gone and they were literal slaves to men. New laws were passed concerning ownership of women, who were still categorized and recognized as sentient beings, but ones that needed constant guidance and governance by men.

The country was slowly put back together by men, and cleanup of the radiation was started. The TRS system was enacted to help men deal with all of the pressure and stress. Relief of male sexual tension was added to the Bill of Rights so the TRSs were built for men to visit throughout the day when they were away from home. Most of the women who staffed the TRSs were government owned, but spots were also filled by the court system. If a man owned a woman, and that man was ordered to pay reparations to the government, business entity, or private citizen, and he lacked the funds to pay, his woman could be taken and put to work in a TRS to pay the outstanding debt.

The US government and court system didn’t recognize the rights of any woman, even if she wasn’t a US citizen and had rights in her country of origin, so occasionally this led to foreign nationals being ordered to serve time in a TRS. Usually the woman’s country of origin would opt to pay the fine to keep their citizens out of the TRS but obviously something had gone wrong in this couple’s case. Her country could act at any time though and have her freed. This knowledge and his curiosity caused George to push the big green ‘Accept’ button at the bottom of the screen despite the woman’s less than attractive headshot.

He waited impatiently as he heard the familiar sound of the storage chambers overheard moving around overhead as his chosen companion was brought into position. He was almost hopping from one leg to another when he heard the rushing sound of the cleansing and moisturizing fluid she was suspended in as it drained from her container.

The ceiling opened and George had a quick intake of breath as Izabela slowly descended like an angel from heaven. Her wrists and ankles were held by bands of smart metal that extended from her limbs to the ceiling. George wasn’t a scientist so he only understood the basic facts of smart metal. Under normal circumstances it was almost the consistency of liquid, but if you applied a charge the bonds between the atoms got stronger and it could stiffen to almost the hardness of surgical steel. Up near the top of the ceiling the charge was relatively low so that metal could roll out and the subject attached could be swung as if on a swing, near the wrists the charge was strong so the subject couldn’t move.

She was lowered face up, so George got a good view of her wonderfully full bottom as she descended. He’d never seen such a plush bottom in his life, which was saying a lot. It was full and lush in a way that most surgically enhanced American women’s were not. It was hard to see the shape of the rest of her body as her back was curved in what he always assumed was an uncomfortable way.

Her long blonde naturally curly hair hung down behind her occasionally shifting as she turned her head back and forth trying to get a look at George. As she got closer to the ground, two columns of smart metal poured up from the ground. One of them started forming a flat surface to support the weight of her back, while the other remained static waiting patiently under her descending head. As soon as her hair touched the waiting column, the smart metal rose and started forming a circle that flowed around her head. Her back touched the small flat platform forming under her and the metal flowed to conform to the contours of her body.

When she was finally in position, the platform supported her in a near horizontal position from the base of her neck down to the top of her ass crack and her head was pulled back and supported by the other column of smart metal; her mouth and pussy were at the same height which, along with the position, were saved as the default for George. Her arms were held out wide as were her legs. George liked this position best as it allowed him easy access to all three of a woman’s holes while keeping her limbs out of his way.

Izabela was breathing heavily probably from fear and a little excitement and all George could do was stare at the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in his life. If she had been born in the US she would no doubt be the famous property of some billionaire or starring in one of the brothels. Instead she was living in what he assumed was relative anonymity in some foreign country. Her breasts were the largest natural ones George had seen and she was young enough that they hadn’t started to sag although in the position she was in they were flattened against her chest.

George was standing near her head and took a step toward her in utter disbelief. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Her presence in the TRS was a near impossibility. Her eyes looked at him with a little fear, but at least she wasn’t begging like what George assumed was her husband outside. Not wanting any legal trouble over what clearly appeared to be a mistake, George ran back to the monitor and hit the more info button. For most women it would display a little bit of their background and history, along with any specialized training they had received prior to arriving at the TRS. For Izabela George was relieved to see it displayed a synopsis of the court proceeding that had landed her in this position.

Izabela and her husband were visiting Las Vegas from Poland and at the end of their stay her husband had been unable to pay for their hotel stay and a small gambling debt he’d run up at the casino. There was also mention that the main purpose of their visit had been to protest for women’s rights at the nation’s capital. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; one hundred years ago Americans would visit foreign nations and do the same and sometimes they wound up incarcerated. George couldn’t help but smile a little at the irony. As was standard, the Polish government had been informed but as of yet there had been no response. That was the confusing part for George. Why would her own government not step in and pay their fine?

George continued to scroll down to find her sentence term. It was two weeks, which seemed an awful long time for what had to be a fairly small debt. He scrolled further and found that they owed the hotel $2316.43 plus a $500 court fee. Why was she sentenced to two weeks? The amount they owed should have resulted in a two day sentence at best. Next to the total of their fine was the ‘Pay Fine’ button. George had never paid off a woman’s fine before but he was seriously considering it now.

He ran back over to her head and looked her in her questioning eyes. “Why did the judge sentence you to two weeks?” he demanded.

If she could have turned her head away from him it was obvious she would have. Instead George watched her jaw clench tight as she futilely refused to answer his question. George waited a second in case she changed her mind and then reached out to one of her perfect breasts and pinched her nipple hard with a twisting motion.

She cried out with a raspy, low, sexy voice that made George’s cock surge in his pants. “Are you going to answer?” he asked calmly as he released the nipple.

She looked up at him with hate and fire in her eyes. There was no crying here, not like her husband which made George wonder about their relationship. “He wanted to make example of us,” she spat in accented English, “for protesting.” If looks could kill, George had no doubt he’d be dead where he stood.

“Why didn’t the Polish government pay your fine?” he asked.

“It’s early May,” she answered with a disgusted look on her face. “Our government is on holiday until the fourth.”

On Holiday! One thing that hadn’t changed and was universal all over the globe was the slowness of government bureaucracy. Well, Izabela’s bad luck was going to be his good luck. The next day was the fourth and no doubt if she remained in the TRS her government would arrange for her release. The judge must have known this and sentenced her to such a long term as an enticement to someone like George.

George stopped worrying about the time left on his free half hour and went back over to the monitor and hit the ‘Pay Fine’ button with satisfaction. He pulled out his wallet and arranged the payment. He wasn’t exceedingly wealthy, but he had made a good enough living to retire in his early fifties and his frugality meant he had plenty of money to last the rest of his life. The $2800.00 meant little to George and he would have paid ten times the amount to have two weeks with a beauty like the one on display before him.

As soon his payment was accepted a drawer below the monitor opened with a click. George took the collar from the drawer and walked back over to Izabela. He fastened the collar around her neck and ran the app on his phone that connected the two together. The collar lit up blue when the connection was active and the app on his phone displayed the collars controls. He crossed back over to the monitor and hit the flashing ‘Release’ button.

The metal began to retract from her wrists, ankles, and forehead. Izabela sat up for a moment looking at George questioningly as she massaged her wrists for a moment. She abruptly stood as she realized the platform below her was disappearing as well. George took in her standing naked form with a sharp intake of breath. God, she was beautiful! He could hardly wait to get her home.

“I’ve paid your fine and you’re coming home with me,” George explained to her as she still stared at him with a round of unexpressed questions. “That collar around your neck,” he continued, “will shock you into immobility if you misbehave. I control it with this,” he said showing his phone, “which is keyed to my DNA.” She didn’t speak, but seemed to be thinking; no doubt trying to figure out a way to escape. George punched in a few settings on his phone and then spoke to her again. “There is now a virtual leash between my phone and the collar set at a distance of five feet. If you want to feel what happens when you exceed that distance, be my guest and try to run away when we’re outside.”

Fire burned in her eyes and she stared George down. George didn’t look away but stared back and smiled. She was a tall woman, almost the same height as him and he was 5’11”, and looked athletic; not one of those ultra skinny marathoners but you could tell she took care of herself and George knew that without the threat of the collar she could do some harm. She broke the stare first looking down at her naked body and George felt safe to turn away.

He walked over to a small closet and pulled out what amounted to a shift and a pair of flip flops for her to wear. “Put this on,” he commanded handing her the flimsy garment and throwing the flip flops at her feet. She snatched the shift from him and looked at it disapprovingly, but despite the fact she hadn’t tried to cover herself with her hands she was eager to hide her nakedness from his gaze so she pulled the garment down over her head. On most women it would have covered them from head to toe, but on her it was rather short and ill fitting. It didn’t matter as it covered the parts that could get him in trouble.

George was about to key the door and lead her outside when he remembered her husband. He could cause trouble and he wasn’t restricted by a collar. George was no wimp, but he didn’t relish a physical altercation with a man two decades younger so he phoned the police. Keeping his voice low, he explained to the dispatcher the situation which took some time as the concept of a husband was foreign to most people in the US and then waited on the line until the officers arrived and it was safe to leave the stall.

He walked out into blistering heat leading the tall beautiful woman feeling quite pleased with himself. Unfortunately the police hadn’t closed the door on their patrol car as they were still talking to the woman’s husband while he sat in the back seat with his hands cuffed and his feet out the door. The man recognized the statuesque beauty from across the manicured lawn of the TRS and began shouting. “Izzie! Izzie!” George could clearly hear and so could the woman following him.

Instinct took over and she started running towards the patrol car and her husband. George stopped and watched her run a few feet and then watched with a bemused expression as her body froze in midair before slamming down into the sun baked grass. George waited a second and then slowly walked over to his prize as her husband sobbed and wailed from the back of the police car.

“That wasn’t very smart,” he said matter-of-factly as he bent down and helped her to her feet by the crook of her elbow. He remained wary of her trying to harm him and attempt another escape but she was still trying to recover from the pain of the sudden shock. George had never experienced it himself but he understood that it was quite excruciating. “I wouldn’t suggest doing that again, Izzie,” George warned her using the familiar name her husband was still screaming. “After three times in a ten minute span it gets even worse,” he cautioned.

Izzie looked at him sharply with anger all over her face. Her jaw clenched tightly as she held back the curses she wanted to spew in his direction. She turned back towards the direction of her husband and stared at him forlornly. George waited a few moments before walking away back towards home; she would either learn to follow or she would suffer pain the whole way to his house. He didn’t look back to see if she was behind, but he never heard her hit the ground again, only the sound of flip flops shadowing his steps.

She pulled up beside him at a crosswalk with her head bowed sullenly as if the weight of her situation had finally hit her. “How much of our laws do you understand?” he asked without turning to look at her. “Do you comprehend consequences of me paying your husband’s fine?”

“I understand,” she responded with a hint of annoyance. “We were her to protest those laws. Now that you pay my fine, I go with you and do what you say.”

George smiled. He couldn’t get over her accent. It made his cock rise just listening to her speak. “That’s part of it,” he answered, “but it’s more than that. For the next two weeks you are my property,” he explained. “You serve and obey me and I look after your wellbeing.”

“Wellbeing?” she asked with a derisive snort. “It would be best for my wellbeing if you returned me to my country, my husband.”

George let out a little laugh. “That’s not going to happen,” he replied. “You’re in the US now and our concept of a woman’s ‘wellbeing’ is different than the one you grew up with.”

Izzie fumed beside him exasperated by the whole situation. What should have been a relaxing vacation, with a little protest for woman’s rights thrown in, had turned into a nightmare. She was angry at this old man and his calm demeanor during the whole situation. He seemed to care very little for her plight and only wanted to take advantage for himself, but she was angriest at her husband whose carelessness had landed her in this situation.

George could sense the inner struggle of the woman walking beside him and smiled; it was only going to get worse for her. By the time they approached his neighborhood the sun was up and the streets were getting more and more crowded with men headed to work. Many of them whistled and complimented George at finding such a beauty.

A few doors down from his house, George heard his name being called by a high-pitched cracking voice. He recognized it immediately and smiled even before he saw the hand waving to him from a crowd of boys waiting for their school bus.

“Mr. Orley. Mr. Orley!” his young neighbor Tommy called to him. Tommy was a good kid and George liked him a lot. He was always offering to mow his lawn and even asked if there was anything he needed from the store if his father sent him to get something. The boy had been raised right, and George enjoyed spending time with him and his father.

“Hey, Mr. Orley,” Tommy said breathless as he broke from the pack of other boys and ran up to him. “Wow, where did she come from?” he asked noticing the beautiful woman walking beside George. It amused George to see the stare of disbelief on the fourteen year old boy’s face.

“I got her from the TRS Tommy,” George said proudly. “Quite a find, don’t you think?”

“The TRS?” Tommy questioned. “My dad always says the women at the TRS are pretty plain.”

“That’s generally true,” George agreed, “but she is rare; a foreigner who got into some trouble and had to spend some time in the TRS to pay off a fine. I paid it off and brought her home.”

“Wow,” the boy said again eyeing the tall woman up and down. “Are those real?” he suddenly asked pointing at her breasts which the thin shift did little to hide.

George could feel the waves of embarrassment and anger rolling off of Izzie, but Tommy seemed oblivious to it. He didn’t have the awareness yet and he wouldn’t have expected it from any woman. For the boy, all women were the same obedient slaves that he had been exposed to in his young life.

Even though George could sense Izzie’s discomfort, it didn’t matter to him and he chose to ignore it. “Why yes they are Tommy,” he answered while reaching a hand over and cupping one of Izzie’s tits through the shift and rubbing her perceptible nipple with his thumb making it stand out even more. Izzie chaffed at the treatment and clenched her jaw even tighter, ashamed that the foul man could make her body respond against her will.

“Wow, Mr. Orley,“ Tommy mumbled, his eyes transfixed on Izzie’s hardening nipple. Several of the other boys were watching but keeping their distance. Izzie’s face turned red in shame and embarrassment and she wanted so much to slap George’s hand away. She knew enough of US law, however, to know that would land her more trouble and lead to criminal charges.

Tommy finally was able to tear his eyes away and remembered why he’d called out to George in the first place. “Uh, Mr. Orley, my dad said to let you know he bought some steaks and to invite you over for dinner tomorrow,” Tommy said, his face now turning red as his teenage hormones raged through his body.

“Tell your dad I’ll be there, Tommy,” George responded. “I’ll bring Izzie with me,” he added giving a last tug on her now engorged nipple causing her to cry out a little. The boy nodded and ran back to his friends who were eager to learn how George had acquired such a beautiful woman.

George and Izzie continued to his house. “You shouldn’t have done that in front of the boy,” Izzie condemned him as they walked up the walkway to his door. “It was indecent for one so young.”

If she had been any other woman George would have been livid, but he knew he had to be forgiving with a foreigner who hadn’t grown up in US society so he turned to her and smiled. “That ‘boy’ is learning how to be a man. I was only showing him the proper way a man treats a woman in our society. Trust me, he’s seen a lot more than what he saw just now.” After a short pause he continued, “I appreciate that you waited until we were alone to speak out. I don’t mind if you voice your displeasure with me, but refrain from doing it in front of others. This,” he said displaying his phone, “can cause you pain at the touch of a button and I won’t hesitate to use it if speak like that to anyone else.”

They reached his front door after a few more steps. “I want to compliment you on your composure so far,” George said as he unlocked his door, “especially considering what’s going to happen to you on the other side of this door.”

Izzie shrugged. “I don’t have choice,” she said. “I got anger out last night, threw lots of things at my husband before they took me away. Besides, day with you is better than day in station. One man few times, compared to many men many times.”

George laughed out loud as he ushered her inside and then turned and locked the door behind them. “I don’t think you fully understand,” he said. “You would have spent one day in the TRS if no one had paid your fine. The court would have had to accept payment from your government, but I’m a private citizen and don’t have to accept. You’re mine for two weeks if I want to keep you.”

He watched disappointment fall across her face as the truth of his words sunk in. Her eyes crept to the door as if looking for escape and then fell on the phone in George’s hand. He pointedly shoved the phone in his pocket and smiled. “It’s time to take that off,” he said pointing at the shift.

Some of the fire that had dissipated during their walk was back and her jaw was set angrily. She stared at him for several seconds while he waited patiently. Finally, seeing no other option, she quickly and angrily pulled the shift up her body and over her head and threw it defiantly on the floor.

George smiled at her again and called out, “Anna, come her please! We have a guest!”

A young naked woman came bustling out of the kitchen. “I’m sorry sir!” she said apologetically. “I wasn’t expecting you for a few more minutes and I didn’t hear you come in.” Anna stopped and stared open mouthed at the woman standing next to George. She had never seen a woman so beautiful in real life or so tall! She had to be over half a foot taller than Anna.

“Anna, this is Izzie,” George started the introductions. “Izzie, this is my Pussy, Anna.”

Izzie blanched at the term Pussy. Another program that had cropped up with the changing laws was the Certified Appointed Tension Suppressors, or CATS program. The CATS program awarded every man of legal age a woman to serve his needs in and around the house in any capacity he needed her. Of course, the women in the CATS program were soon referred to as Pussies colloquially and they were the main reason Izzie and her husband had come to the US capital to protest.

“I picked Izzie up at the TRS,” George continued to explain to Anna.

“Very good sir,” Anna said recovering from her shock and a smile returning to her face. “Should I prepare more breakfast?” she asked. “Yours will be finished in a minute.”

“Not right now,” George replied. “Just dish mine up then take Izzie to my room and get her warmed up for me to fuck while I watch. I didn’t get any relief at the TRS and my cock is starting to ache.” Izzie’s face turned red and she couldn’t believe how casually George about having sex with her, a virtual stranger. The inevitableness of her situation was starting to sink in a large pit was beginning to grow in her stomach.

“That’s not good sir,” Anna said with a look of genuine concern. “You know how cranky and stressed you get when your balls don’t get drained regularly. You should have let me take care of it before you left for your walk this morning.”

George rolled his eyes. It was the same argument every morning he visited the TRS. He wasn’t sure if Anna was jealous or offended on some professional level that he felt the need to visit a TRS when he had a perfectly good Pussy at home. “I’ll be fine Anna,” George assured her with a smile. He was a little more forgiving than most men and allowed his Pussy to speak her mind up to a point. “What’s for breakfast?”

“I’ve got oatmeal warming up for you,” she told him. “I need money for the store. Besides, oatmeal is good for you,” she continued after he made a face.

He motioned Anna back to the kitchen and followed her with Izzie in tow. Anna dished his breakfast into a bowl. At least they were freshly rolled oats. He took the bowl and a spoon graciously and ordered Anna to take Izzie upstairs. “I’ll be up in a minute,” he assured Anna. “Izzie, I’ll extend the leash but if you try to leave or impede Anna, she’ll be the one to get punished,” he warned the taller woman. “I know you don’t want that to happen.”

Izzie ground her teeth and felt like screaming. Of course she wouldn’t do anything that would get Anna hurt; Izzie viewed Anna as a victim. “I will…do as you say,” she muttered grudgingly.

Anna cheerily took Izzie’s hand and nearly pulled her arm out of her socket as she bounded towards the stairs in enthusiasm. “We so rarely have female visitors,” Anna told her. “How long are you staying?”

“Two weeks,” Izzie answered.

“Oh, that’s great! I’m sure we’ll become great friends,” Anna exclaimed. “Where are you from? You have such a beautiful accent.”

“Poland,” Izzie answered as she looked around the house. It was very nice and well kept. In her own country, only the very rich lived so well.

“Here’s the guest bathroom,” Anna pointed out, “just in case you need it. And here’s George’s room. I usually sleep in here with him but maybe you will while you’re staying with us.”

Izzie didn’t say anything. The room was very nicely furnished dominated by a king sized bed with a large headboard. She wasn’t sure what she expected, probably some seedy den designed for sex, and was pleasantly surprised with the light airy room.

Anna led her over to the bed. “I love this bed,” she said jumping onto it. “I’ve had so many wonderful orgasms on it.” Izzie’s face turned red as she imagined George and Anna having sex on the large bed. Anna reached out her hand and pulled Izzie up onto the bed next to her. She gently pushed Izzie onto her back and knelt beside her.

“Your skin is so soft,” Anna exclaimed as her hands ran up and down Izzie’s thighs and stomach always stopping at the bottom of her ribcage before they reached her breasts and avoiding her most sensitive place at the apex of her thighs. Izzie was no stranger to the touch of another woman and Anna was very cute, but she was still surprised at the excitement she felt building in her belly from the small woman’s ministrations. She was no prude when it came to sex, she and her husband enjoyed a wide and varied sex life that extended to both types of threesomes and swinging; she only objected to the servitude of the US women.

She heard George’s steps coming up the stairs and suddenly got embarrassed that she was beginning to enjoy herself. She covered her eyes with her arm so she wouldn’t have to see him. George was still eating his breakfast when he entered the room. Anna looked up and smiled at him as her hands traced patterns all over Izzie’s skin. George nodded to her as he took a seat on his chaise to watch the action between the two women.

Anna gently pried Izzie’s thighs apart and then bent and kissed the inside of first one and then the other. Despite not wanting to feel anything, the touch of Anna’s lips on her thighs sent jolts of electricity straight to her pussy. Izzie had to suppress a moan; she didn’t want George to know she was actually enjoying what Anna was doing.

Anna continued kissing up and down the inside of Izzie’s thighs while she ran her hands over the outside. She was kneeling between Izzie’s thighs now, kissing and watching her pussy pulse at the touch of her lips.

After several minutes of this, Izzie was ready to scream at Anna in frustration to eat her pussy but she held her tongue. Anna’s light kisses were making her forget that she had been forced into this situation and her natural sexuality started taking over. She still kept her arm over her eyes so she couldn’t see George or the strange room but her other hand went down to Anna’s head to try to coax her up that last little bit to her greedy snatch.

George watched with fascination as Izzie transformed from an angry woman into a very horny one. Her hips were rolling and writhing on the bed trying to get Anna to find her pussy with her mouth. Anna kept teasing her, getting ever so close and making Izzie believe that she’d finally get the sweet release she desired, before retreating back down her thighs.

Finally Izzie couldn’t take the sensual torture anymore. “Please!!!” she begged pulling on Anna’s head. Anna looked over at George who nodded his assent. She started with light kisses on the shaven outer labia of Izzie’s perfect pussy. Izzie’s whole body shuddered in response and she couldn’t hold back the moans any more as she reveled in the feeling of Anna’s mouth against her pussy lips.

Anna went from kissing to snaking her tongue in exploration of Izzie’s inner folds. Occasionally her tongue brushed Izzie’s sensitive clit sending sparks of electricity coursing through her body and causing her to gasp out loud despite trying to resist. When Anna’s hands reached up and began kneading her breasts, Izzie nearly lost it. Her breath quickened and came in short gasps, her hips thrust up at Anna’s exploring mouth and tongue, and the muscles in her thighs and bottom tightened as if trying to force out an orgasm.

She wanted the sweet release an orgasm promised, and now she didn’t care how she got it. She could hear George scraping the last remnants of his breakfast out of his bowl and wondered what his cock would be like. She tried to push the thought from her mind, but knowing that it would inevitably be inside her she couldn’t. Was it long, thick, short, thin? She began to hunger for the answer, she wanted to feel it thrusting up her pussy so she could find out. She ached for it and the orgasmic pleasure she knew it would release.

Anna could sense Izzie getting close and sucked hard on her engorged clit. Pussy juice was running down her chin in a torrent and Izzie’s hips were rocking and rolling so much that it was hard to keep constant contact with the hard little nub. Izzie helped her by pressing her head against her sex. Anna had, of course, eaten her fair share of pussy, but Izzie’s seemed more lively…more appreciative of her efforts.

George didn’t want Izzie to come yet, and had witnessed enough women orgasm to know that the beautiful blonde was about to have a big one. “Anna is she about to cum?” he asked.

Anna reluctantly removed her mouth enough to murmur, “Yes sir,” before clamping it back down.

“Move over then,” George ordered with a slight push on her shoulder.

Anna finally looked up from between the woman’s legs and realized George was naked and his cock was standing at attention. She hadn’t heard him get undressed but that hardly mattered as he was now ready to go. She felt a bit disappointed that she wouldn’t be allowed to make Izzie cum with her mouth but was excited to see George give this beautiful woman a good hard fuck.

Izzie’s brain screamed “Noooooooo,” when Anna’s mouth left her pussy. The blood was pounding so loudly in her ears that she could hardly hear what George and Anna were saying. She felt Anna crawling out from between her legs and then the bed sagged as she assumed George climbed on. She peeked out from beneath her arm and saw George’s chest as he knelt between her legs. The hair on his chest was silver-grey and she had the momentary thought that he’d be the oldest man she’d ever been with. It sent chills down her spine and all she could think of after that was how much she needed his cock in her.

“May I masturbate while I watch you sir?” Anna asked George. “Her cunt is so sweet and tasty I got horny eating her out,” she explained.

“Yes, fine Anna,” George said unconcerned. “Just, guide me in before you do anything else,” he commanded.

Anna happily leaned down and took George’s cock in her hand. Izzie’s hips were writhing on the bed trying to find contact with something…anything! George watched her body move with lust filled eyes. He was really going to enjoy this beauty. He edged forward a little as Anna’s hand encircled his blood engorged cock. She brought his cock to the top of Izzie’s slit and then ran it down to find the hole. Electricity coursed through Izzie’s body at the feel of his soft rubbery flesh against her groin. As soon as his cockhead met the entrance to her most intimate of places, Izzie raised her hips and pushed herself down towards George, impaling herself halfway down his cock on her own.

“Wooahh!” George cried. “This sexy minx is really hot for it.”

“She sure is, sir,” Anna agreed, one hand still gripping the base of George’s cock and the other rubbing the hood just above her clit as she looked on with excitement. “Her pussy juiced up real fast and she got so wet.”

Izzie knew they were talking about her but she tuned their words out and tried to imagine she was somewhere else with someone else. The cock inside her was hard and thick and under any other circumstances would have been welcome inside her with enthusiasm. But here, with this man, even through her excitement she hated the response her body was having, the need she felt to get fucked by his cock.

George was in danger of slipping out of her pussy so he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, impaling almost all of his cock in her and forcing Anna to remove her hand. Her plush bottom was resting on his thighs as he still knelt on the bed looking down at her with her arm covering her eyes and most of her face. He wanted to see the look of lust he imagined filled those eyes, but he wasn’t going to force her arm away and start a fight right now; now he was looking forward to a good satisfying fuck.

He scooted his thighs out from under her and let her hips and bottom slowly fall to the bed, his groin following hers so that he remained inside her. He leaned over her in pike position so that he could see her body underneath him as he tried to peer beneath her covering arm. He flexed his bottom forcing even more of his cock into her causing a low moan to escape Izzie’s lips. George smiled in satisfaction and then pulling his hips back slightly began fucking her with a slow steady pace.

Izzie had a hard time controlling her own body; she almost orgasmed from the sheer relief of finally having a cock inside her as soon as he entered her. His cock filled her nicely; she felt really full but not painfully so, and it rubbed against her clit in just the right spot every time it surged up inside her. God he was good! She lost herself to the sensations swarming in her pussy every time his cock came back to fill the void it left when he retreated.

She got into the rhythm of George’s thrusts and almost screamed “Noooo!” in her mind when she realized she was thrusting back to meet him; but she couldn’t stop. Her body needed it now and there was nothing she could do. Their bodies crashed together at that one point. She could feel the wiry hairs of his pubic region crash against the smooth shaved skin of hers. She had to fight off the desire to remove her arm and look down at the point where they were joined flesh to flesh.

The inevitable began to happen. It started building like a knot of pleasure in her stomach and was spreading like the fingers of warm fire down to her loins. Oh God she couldn’t stop it! Why was her body reacting this way to this man…this man who had bought and paid for her like she wasn’t human but a thing that could be purchased in any store. She had come here to oppose men like this, not be used and submit to one! Why, why, why was her body responding this way?!

George watched her body move underneath as he was levered above her with a leer of pleasure plastered over his face. He loved the way her natural breasts moved each time he thrust his cock into her. And she was thrusting back against him! He hadn’t expected that. When he first paid her fine he thought he might have to restrain her to get what he wanted, but not only were restraints not needed she was actively participating like a trained Pussy!

He groaned in satisfaction as her cunt spasmed and gripped him tight. Her face was turning red under her arm and George suspected the tall foreigner was about to cum. He suddenly picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her willing pussy with great force and speed. She couldn’t match him and just held herself up straining nearly every muscle in her body so that he could penetrate her fully. She was such a beauty and a great fuck; George could hardly believe his good fortune at finding her.

Her shoulder blades were pressed hard into the bed while she arched her low back and hips up at George’s pummeling groin. One hand was desperately clenching the top sheet of the bed while her other arm was still draped over her eyes. The heat in her loins grew and grew until she could contain it no longer. ‘Oh God, no, no, nooooo,’ her mind screamed as she held her breath and the heat exploded and consumed her entire body. She involuntarily flung the arm covering her eyes onto the bed beside her to help lever her hips up even more as her body was wracked with pleasure. ‘Yes, yes, yes!’ soon followed in her mind as she experienced the sweet release of the most amazing orgasm she had ever had.

Her eyes locked on George’s as she came expecting to see the eyes of a devil but only finding the eyes of a man enjoying himself as much as she had. She tried to look away or close them but couldn’t as her mouth hung open soundlessly while her mind screamed all sorts of admonishments at her for cumming with this man mixed with exultations at having reached that highest of sexual peaks.

George slowed his pace as she came but never stopped and his cock continually grazed her oversensitive clit as it plunged in and out of her now sloppy wet pussy. Her hips fell back to the mattress and her body relaxed a little but every time George thrust into her a loud grunt escaped her mouth and her eyes flared wide with surprise. George realized she was still cumming or was cumming again every time his thick rod surged into her.

George smiled in pleasure as he thought about all the things he could do with his new purchase. He wished he could spend a lifetime enjoying her body and his only lament was that he would only have her for two weeks. Well, he certainly planned to use her as much as he could while she remained with him. His cock flexed at the thought of showing her off and sharing her with a few of his buddies.

He was still fucking her with hard even thrusts from his hips. She was still cumming every time he bottomed out in her tight cunt. Watching her cum was so invigorating that soon he felt his balls start to churn and the tip of his cock grew tingly with added sensation. Her eyes alternated between opened every time she came, and closed every time his cock withdrew as if she were trying to forget who was making her feel this good. As his orgasm approached, George decided to grant her one last indignity and lowered his face as he pulled his hips back. Their lips touched as his he surged forward. Her eyes flew open but there was nothing she could do; his tongue invaded her mouth and he breathed into her heavily as he grunted out the satisfaction of his lust.

Sperm burned up his cock and exploded into her as his hips continued to press forward as if he were trying to bury himself even deeper inside her. His mouth remained glued to hers as he continued to breathe out his passion. Izzie wished she could get away, but her own orgasm left her feeling weak and incapacitated. It seemed like George came forever inside her, and his cock remained hard for some time. He finally broke the kiss and took a deep satisfied breath. He still had her pinned to the bed with his hips and remained that way until he softened and his balls loosened and hung down enough to brush against her ass.

He finally pulled out and rolled over between Izzie and Anna onto his back, his cock flopping down wetly onto his stomach. As soon as he was off her, Izzie rolled onto her side and brought her knees up into an almost fetal position. She wanted to cry, but for some reason the tears wouldn’t come. She was angry at her husband for getting her into this situation, angry at George for doing this to her, and mostly angry at herself for her body’s reaction but at the same time every muscle in her body felt relaxed as the euphoria of her fading orgasm wafted through her.

She hadn’t realized how hard the blood had been pounding in her ears until it started to fade and she heard George telling Anna to clean her up first. She thought at first that the other woman was going to help her to the bathroom but was surprised with Anna’s soft tongue gently lapping at the cum seeping from her open pussy. Izzie’s legs were still bent giving Anna access to her cunt, ass, and the backs of her thighs. The young woman licked and sucked the cum out of her enthusiastically.

“That’s right Anna,” George said. “Make sure you get it all. I don’t want any to get on the duvet.”

Anna avoided Izzie’s clit which still looked large and over stimulated, but her tongue went everywhere else including the other woman’s clean ass hole. She was determined to get every last drop of George’s cum. At first, Izzie showed little to no reaction, but as Anna cleaned and invaded more of her cunt, thighs, and ass Izzie began grunting and moaning with pleasure. Anna’s tongue dug deep into her cunt soothing the burning she still felt there as it drew out George’s offending sperm. She couldn’t control the gasps of surprise and excitement when the woman’s tongue smoothly ran over the crinkled skin of her anus to retrieve some cum that had dribbled down there. She couldn’t believe she was becoming aroused again!

“I think that’s enough, Anna,” George said his cock starting to thicken as he watched the lurid display. “Now clean me.”

Izzie didn’t want to watch, but her curiosity got the better of her and she rolled back over onto her back so she could see. Anna was in between them kneeling near George’s side. She was about to take his growing cock in hand when George tapped her on the hip to have her shift over to straddle his face. Anna smiled and eagerly moved over.

George eagerly dove into Anna’s clean shaven pussy, licking and lapping at the juices running from her sweet excited crack. He always loved the taste of her cunt and liked to lick and suck her before a nice hard fuck. He also liked to make her cum and always reveled in the knowledge that he was the one who did it for her.

George’s actions surprised Izzie. From what the outside world was told of the US, a man intentionally giving a woman pleasure was unheard of. Obviously all the stories they were told weren’t true. Anna certainly didn’t seem like an unhappy slave and George didn’t seem like an overly cruel master who tortured her. He’d been fair with her as far as US law goes and hadn’t abused her. She had half expected to be beaten as soon as he brought her to his home. Instead, she’d had one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

Watching George and Anna go at each other kept the excitement that had started growing while Anna cleaned her at a heightened level. Anna wasn’t just cleaning George’s cock with her mouth; she was nearly swallowing the whole thing in an amazing display of mouth and throat control. Every once in a while Anna would cough while she had George’s cock as far in as she could take it but it didn’t seem to bother her. She’d just back off a bit before eagerly swallowing it back down again. Izzie had no idea when she started masturbating, one moment she wasn’t and the next she looked down and her hand was rubbing her clit as if on its own volition, but watching them was certainly getting her blood boiling.

Anna licked and sucked every remnant of cum from George’s cock and then started one of her favorite pastimes; trying to see if she could take all of his cock in her mouth. She had never accomplished it in the six years she’d been with George but lately she’d been coming close. It had become a personal goal of hers and it always amused George to watch her try.

Anna was having a difficult time though because she was extremely aroused and George was licking her pussy just the way she liked it. The man could always get her off with his mouth. She had a few tricks of her own to get him off too but she knew that would make him angry. He wanted to fuck the new girl again and at his age it would be difficult getting it up a third time in such a short span.

George’s tongue flicked rapidly over Anna’s clit. Her pussy was really getting wet and juicy. He wet a finger in the slippery liquid and then pressed it against her often used ass. The wet digit slipped in easily and he heard Anna gasp with surprised pleasure at the intrusion. She was a total butt slut and almost liked getting fucked in her ass as much as her pussy. George liked the tightness of her nether hole and was always eager to accommodate her.

George wasn’t playing fair and Anna almost lost control. She wanted him to cum in her mouth; she loved the feeling of his cock pulsing as it shot off but she managed to resist the urge to make him cum. At least she’d get to eat his cum out of Izzie’s pussy again. Her orgasm came swiftly and she pulled her mouth off of his cock so she wouldn’t choke while she was cumming and jerked him with her hand. “Oh God, oh God!” she cried as George continued licking her clit and pulling apart her anus with his finger.

It wasn’t the largest orgasm she’d ever had but it was satisfying. As soon as she calmed down, George pulled his finger out and stopped flicking her clit with his tongue. “Get off me you sex fiend,” he said with a chuckle giving her a playful smack on her round plump bottom. Anna squealed in mock fright and scrambled off the man she served.

Izzie’s hand was still between her legs but it was no longer moving. She really needed a cock now and her eyes were transfixed on George’s as it bobbed heavily in front of him dripping with Anna’s saliva as he got back onto his knees. She didn’t resist as he casually reached over to her and maneuvered her onto her hands and knees in front of him. She wondered at how easily she succumbed to him now, something she never would have thought possible a few hours before. Would she eventually end up like Anna, always eager to please him and take his cock?

One thing was certain; she desired his cock now and wanted to feel it thrusting inside her. She felt him grip her waist with one hand while he ran the head on his cock up and down her slit searching for the opening. As soon as it found the hole, Izzie pushed her hips back capturing it inside her. A little gasp of pleasure escaped her throat as the rest of his length followed filling her up.

George gripped both her hips and started out with long slow strokes. Soon though, his cock was pistoning in and out of her still wide open pussy at a torrid pace. Izzie could feel his balls slapping against her clit as he jack-hammered his cock into her. She couldn’t breathe and the muscles in her neck were straining as her hands gripped the sheets and her mouth hung open in a silent cry.

He slowed after a few moments and Izzie took a deep breath and allowed the air to rush into her lungs. ‘God that had been intense,’ she thought. He was back to long slow but hard strokes in and out. His hands on her hips were like vices squeezing her flesh but not in an unpleasant way. There was something about this position that made her feel as if the man was just using her. Maybe it was the lack of intimacy; she couldn’t see his face and he couldn’t see hers. When she was aroused she liked to feel used like this.

George admired the pale flesh of her bottom as he continued to thrust into her. Her ass was perfectly shaped and firm despite its size. Keeping a grip on her waist, he used the palms of his hands to part the cheeks so he could see the hole nestled between them. It was still slick from the tonguing it got from Anna and it glistened invitingly at him. He decided he’d leave that hole for tomorrow. He had plenty of time left with her and he didn’t want to rush things.

Parting her cheeks also allowed him to sink his cock in a little farther every time he bottomed out. He delighted in hearing Izzie gasp with pleasure every time this happened. He marveled at his luck. She could have turned out to be a frigid lousy fuck, but she was turning out to be a great lay. He loved the feel of her ass in his hands; it was very plush but not saggy, the perfect bottom on a spectacular woman. Her pussy had a tight grip on his cock and pulled pleasurably on it on every outstroke and the inner lips of her labia visibly clung to his rod. He loved watching his cock slide in and out of her.

Izzie’s face burned with embarrassment. She could tell he was staring at her ass and the intimate place they were joined and it made her feel self conscious and she didn’t know why. She should have felt anger that this man who wasn’t her husband or another of her choosing was seeing her so exposed and unfiltered, but all she wondered at the moment was if he liked what he saw and would he want to see her like this again.

She couldn’t believe that he could do this to her; that he could turn her into a cock craving slut in less than an hour’s time. God, his cock felt so good every time it thickly surged up into her. He was hitting points inside her that few men ever had, and she loved the feel of his hard stomach against her bottom. She soon found herself pushing back against him with as much fervor as he was driving into her.

Anna watched the pair as she furiously rubbed her clit. George had already made her cum with his mouth but she was building up to another one as she watched the two of them fuck in front of her. She had never seen such a beautiful woman get dicked like this in real life; women like Izzie performed in porn and in worked in the highest class brothels. She wished she looked like Izzie or that Izzie could stay with them forever so she could always watch the rare woman get fucked. Maybe if she stayed between the two of them they could keep George at home and away from the TRSs.

Izzie groaned in pleasure at a particularly deep thrust from George. His fingers were biting into the flesh of her waist but it felt good to her. It made her feel a little less guilty as if she had no control over what he was doing to her. She could almost deny that she willingly participated as he fucked her. He was gripping her too hard for her to escape and get away from his plundering cock. But deep down she knew the truth. There was nothing that could tear her away from the pleasure she was experiencing at the moment.

The familiar burning sensation began to grow in her clit again. The friction from his cock seemed to stoke it expertly like hot coals that are stirred with a poker. She was gasping with each breath each time his invading cock plundered into her wide open vagina. Her right hand came off the bed and went to her breast, pulling and kneading her hard nipple sending more jolts of pleasure straight down to her clit.

The tide built and built until it couldn’t be contained and with one last loud gasp she came as he drove his cock in hard. She continued to buck back against his as every muscle in her body exploded at once and the warmth in her clit spread to every corner of her flesh. Her hand left her breast and fell heavily on the bed to help hold her up as she nearly lost control and collapsed.

This time, George held himself still inside her as she came reveling in the feeling of her pulsing vagina as it massaged his aching cock. She eventually calmed and the top half of her body collapsed onto the bed. George let the cheeks of her bottom close though he kept his grip on her waist. Her head was down on the mattress and he knew that if he let go she’d limply fall onto the bed. Now it was his turn.

He pulled his hips back and then began pummeling her with quick hard strokes. His hips were a blur as he fucked her as fast as he could. Izzie did little but moan into a pillow as he hammered his cock into her again and again barely aware of his hard rod moving inside her. Now she was little more than a tool for him to masturbate with as he attempted to reach his own orgasm.

It came quickly this time as his stomach crashed against her plump bottom. He groaned as his ball sac tightened and his cock shot out a few jets of watery cum into her well used pussy. It wasn’t as earth shattering as the first one with her, but then he hadn’t expected it to be after such a short time. He was breathing hard and it became difficult to hold himself and Izzie up so he let her tumble down onto the bed. His cock left her pussy with an audible ‘plop’. He quickly got off the bed so that his cock wouldn’t drip onto the duvet. Anna was looking at him expectantly and he nodded toward Izzie’s pussy and the cum starting to leak out of it.

Anna eagerly bounded towards the other woman and buried her face between her butt cheeks to get at her cum soaked cunt. “Once you’ve finished,” George told Anna, “show her around the house and give her a rundown of your daily activities. She can help you with your duties while she’s here.”

Anna looked up momentarily from between Izzie’s cheeks and answered, “Yes sir!”

George nodded his approval. “I’m going to take a shower. Find out if any of your clothes fit her. If not, we’ll have to take her shopping. She can’t go around in that awful shift for two weeks.”

Anna nodded while Izzie barely comprehended a word that was said. Her body was so tired and she was drifting off to sleep as Anna lapped at the well used folds of her cunt. The only thought she had was that two weeks of this wouldn’t be that bad…

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