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Chapter 7
All five of the girls were still on the island the next morning. They were collected by the attendants who worked at the facility and then delivered to the gym. There were also seven other girls who they had not seen before and Tempest assumed that most of them had been left there by their owners to be trained. Six of them bore multiple stripes across their thighs, and bellies and breasts and it was obvious that the whip was part of the curriculum. Most of them also had bruised bottoms, indicating that paddles must also be a part of the lesson plan. Tempest reaffirmed in her mind that she would be very obedient and very pleasing and she would do whatever it took to get Kate to take her home instead of leaving her behind for training.
There was one girl who was unmarked but she looked even more terrified than even the five girls who had become slaves the day before looked. Tempest assumed that she was the French mistress who had failed to complete the transaction. She was beautiful and Tempest assumed that she would eventually be sold for a lot of money.
The gym instructor led the dozen girls in a series of stretching exercises. All of these were typical stretches that Tempest had done thousands of times before. But she had never done them naked. She blushed furiously as she had to spread her legs for some, exposing her sex and causing her petals to gape open. Others parted her bottom cheeks, exposing her little pucker and causing her blush to deepen.
After twenty minutes of stretching, several personal trainers came in and each of the girls was given an exercise routine tailored to her. Tempest marveled at the size of the staff here. This seemed to be a huge operation. But, then again, they had just made 600,000 pounds by selling her so she supposed that they must have the income to support the staff.
They were shown how to use the machines and the treadmills. The program for each of them was tailored to their bodies. All of the programs were quite strenuous with the exception of Tammy’s. Since she was so far along in her pregnancy, her exercise consisted of riding a stationary bike and swimming. But to keep her in a sex-slave state of mind, a dildo had been attached to the seat of the bike and roamed around inside of her as she pedaled.
There was an awful lot of touching during the exercising. Tempest found it annoying that her trainer kept placing his hands on her, ostensibly to adjust her or check her tone or to see how much she was straining. Whatever the excuse, it was still annoying. In reality, however, the touching was part of the conditioning. Each girl had to come to grips with the fact that she was a slave and that her body did not belong to her any longer. It existed for the enjoyment of others. The trainers touched so that the girls would become accustomed to having others touch and fondle them.
Exercise period and they were allowed to cool down. Instead of letting them just walk around individually, however, the trainers formed them into an informal coffle. There were no chains or ropes but they were lined up and each girl had to keep her right hand on the right shoulder of the girl in front of her as they were walked slowly around the perimeter of the room. After ten or so minutes, the procession came to a halt.
“Mistress Kate has generously provided us with the entertainment for our recess period before classes start,” said one of the male trainers. “Will Elke and Tempest step forward?”
Tempest gasped as she heard her name called out and then opened her eyes wide as she saw Elke stride past her toward the trainer. She didn’t want to move but she reminded herself of her pledge. Reluctantly, she moved forward, away from the crowd of naked girls to stand beside Elke in front of the trainer.
“These girls are going to make love to one another to provide us with our morning show,” the trainer announced to the ten naked girls. “The mat is over there. You may begin.”
Tempest remained frozen in place. She knew what was expected of her but she also knew that there was no way she could do that. She was straight!
Elke saw the hesitation on Tempest’s part and decided to take things in her own hand. She strode past her friend and spanked her butt, sending a loud crack throughout the room. “Come on, Pest. You can do it.”
Tempest seethed again. She had grown up being called Tempest and Temp and Tem and T by various people. Some called her Em or Emmy while others called her Storm or Stormy. But somehow, her college friends had gravitated to abbreviating her name to “Pest.” She hated that name!
She stepped forward onto the mat, more out of outrage than anything else. Elke smiled at the response that she had predicted. As soon as Tempest got close, Elke reached out, grasped Tempest by her shoulders, and then swept a leg to take Tempest’s legs out from under her. Elke ended up lying crosswise across Tempest who was lying on her back gasping for air.
Tempest did not lie still for long, though. She was extremely competitive, which had served her well as an attorney. She quickly arched her back and tossed Elke to her ankles before scrambling out from underneath and pouncing on the blonde.
Kate had been watching all of this on a monitor in the control room. She had been expecting reluctance out of two tentative new slaves. Instead, she was seeing an erotic display of primal fury. She had to see this in person. She walked out of the control room and entered the gymnasium that had become an arena.
The two girls were on their feet again and were circling each other. One of the trainers looked at Kate for guidance but she just shook her head to tell him to do nothing.
Elke struck again and used her long legs to again lay Tempest on her back. Again, she pounced. But this time, she was lying along the length of the raven-haired slave. Elke leaned her head down and kissed Tempest. This took a lot of the tempest out of Tempest. She struggled for a moment but then moaned as the kiss continued.
Elke held Tempest’s wrists to the mat, pinning the smaller girl beneath her. She extended the kiss, feeling the fight dissipating from her opponent. Finally, she broke the kiss and whispered to Tempest. “I love you.”
Tempest groaned. This was not how she had expected to hear those words for the first time. She had envisioned candlelight dinners and men on their knees. Never in her wildest dreamed had she envisioned being pinned naked to a mat by a blonde warrior in front of an audience.
The slaves and trainers crowded closer. They did not want to miss a moment of this action. Kate also moved closer but she wanted to stay out of sight of her two girls.
Tempest seemed to relax, almost in resignation. Then, all of a sudden, she spread her legs, wrapping them around Elke’s body and drove her heels into the larger girl. Elke yelped at the attack and quickly slid down Tempest’s body, still holding her wrists to the mat. She found a breast and sucked a nipple into her mouth, looking up at her friend. Slowly, her teeth closed down on the nipple until Tempest cried out in pain. Elke had the nipple in the tight grip for a moment before releasing it.
“We make love now,” whispered Elke after sliding back up to place her lips next to Tempest’s ear.
“I can’t,” Tempest whispered back. She was not struggling but she was not ready to resign herself to that.
“That was not a question,” Elke whispered. “We make love now.” Tempest just groaned again. Elke still had Tempest’s wrists pinned to the mat but now drew them downward until her wrists were at her hips. She held onto them as she slid her body down the smaller girl’s body again. This time, when she paused at the breasts, she sucked a nipple into her mouth but used her lips and tongue instead of her teeth. She pulsed the nipple in and out of her lips over and over again before finally using her tongue to flutter over the stiffening bud.
After working on the nipple for several minutes, Elke lifted her head and increased the suction, stretching the breast away from the girl’s chest. Tempest moaned again as she looked down, seeing her breast drawn into a cone shape. When the nipple finally popped free from her mouth, Elke pursed her lips and blew on it, smiling to herself as she watched the little nubbin stiffen even more. Then she repeated her actions with the other nipple which she had previously tortured with her teeth.
Kate was in awe as she watched the spectacle. Her pets were amazing. This was possibly the most erotic thing she had ever seen, and she had seen a lot. Two beautiful women who had not yet been in slavery for twenty four hours were putting on a display of pure carnal ferocity. One was slowly resigning herself to her fate as the other claimed her. She started to realize that the purchase of Elke had been one of her shrewdest moves ever. It was Tempest who she wanted to conquer but Elke was proving to be the way to claim the woman she coveted. Even if the French girl brought in a measly amount at auction, the price she paid for the blonde was well worth it.
Elke stretched the second nipple away from Tempest’s chest and then blew on it as she continued to hold her wrists to the mat. She slid her body lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Tempest’s belly. Finally, she reached her destination. She kissed the recently denuded mound and then trailed her tongue down to the girl’s slit which was already amazingly wet.
Elke developed an appreciation of the shaved look. She had struggled and tried to protest as her own mound was shaved the day before. But seeing Tempest’s nude sex made her understand why the owners preferred the girls this way. It was so erotic. It gave a girl a sleek, sexual look and made oral sex so much more exciting.
Elke kissed the wet petals, eliciting a moan from Tempest. Tempest tried to pull her hands away but Elke held them firmly and even tucked them under the small of the prone girl’s back. Then she set her tongue and lips into motion. She scooped her tongue up between the petals, parting them even further and then sucked one of the sweet labia between her lips, letting her teeth clamp down on it lightly. She stretched it out before releasing it and repeated her actions with the other one.
Tempest closed her eyes tightly in shame. This was not something that she ever wanted to do. She certainly never wanted to do this, or any other sexual act, in front of an audience. But Elke had prevailed and was now holding her down as she had her way with her.
Elke scooped her tongue up through the flower again, savoring the taste of her good friend. Yes, she might enjoy slavery after all. She had always dreamed of Tempest being her lover. Now she was living the dream. She extracted her tongue and painted a little circle around Tempest’s clit, hearing her friend gasp as unwanted thrills coursed through her body.
Elke knew that they were supposed to make love together. Kate had said that the night before. And she knew that Tempest would never willingly do what she was doing. So Elke decided to take advantage of her current dominance over the smaller girl. She slowly shifted her body, keeping her tongue active on the petals and the distended clit. She moved perpendicular to the prone girl’s body and then kept shifting. She placed a knee on either side of Tempest’s head and then slowly lowered her hips.
Tempest opened her eyes when she felt the knees settle in beside her head and she gasped as she saw the hairless sex descending toward her face. She tried to turn her head but the knees held it in position. Finally, in a swift motion, Elke moved her knees apart and lowered her sex to Tempest’s lips, sighing happily as she felt the contact. She started waggling her tongue again, occasionally stopping to probe it deep into the girl’s juicy sex.
Tempest kept her lips closed and Elke just started moving her hips forward and back, gaining the needed friction using Tempest’s lips and chin and nose. Elke dropped her sex over Tempest’s nose, cutting off her air supply and causing her to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as that happened, Elke shifted again, moving her petals to the open mouth. She was swampy with arousal at this point and Tempest got her first taste of another female.
Elke got serious at this point. She pursed her lips and sucked the girl’s clit into her mouth, pulsing it in and out. Her tongue fluttered relentlessly over the little bud and Tempest started moaning loudly. Elke was so aroused by all of this that she was close to climax. She kept rubbing her clit over Tempest’s lips but waited until she was sure that her partner had been pushed over the edge.
Finally, she heard it. Tempest cried out and her body tensed, providing a clear signal that she had climaxed. One last rub was all it took for Elke to join her and, quickly, two moaning and writhing bodies were both erupting in orgasm. Eventually, Elke just collapsed on top of her wrestling partner.
The audience was clapping. Elke wearily raised her head and blushed as she realized what she had done. She had no regrets, though. She had wanted to make love with Tempest for years. Besides, this was what Kate was going to make them do anyways. But to behave so wantonly in front of an audience was beyond her imagination. What had gotten into her? Was it the knowledge that she was a slave that gave her the freedom to act so lewdly? If so, maybe she was born to be a slave.
Elke finally stood up and extended a hand, helping Tempest to her feet. Tempest was blushing furiously but was still breathing hard from her recent orgasm. Kate had disappeared back into the control room and was now watching on the monitors.
“Those two are your new ones, aren’t they?” asked a male who was seated at the console.
“Yes,” she replied. “I bought them yesterday.”
“I’d say you got a good bargain. They’re both keepers in my book.”
“They’re definitely keepers,” agreed Kate.
After the exhibition was over, the twelve girls were divided into three groups based on how long they had been in training. The French girl joined the five who had been sold the day before and were sent to one room. The other six were divided into two groups and sent to two other rooms. Tempest and the other five girls spent the rest of the morning learning slave etiquette and learned various ways of posing and kneeling to please their owners.
Chapter 8
The five college girls got to sit together during lunch. It was clear that they were all nervous and frightened but they tried to be supportive of one another. Much of the conversation dealt with concerns about Carrie and what had become of her. They also shared notes on their new owners, or at least as much as they knew about their owners.
“I’m going to be a fucking cow!” exclaimed Tammy indignantly. All of the rest of them were shocked. Tammy never cursed or even had a bad thing to say about anyone.
“What?” asked Alaine.
“I’m going to be a cow!” Tammy repeated. “That fucking lunatic who bought me plans to milk me every day as if I was a cow!”
“Well, that sounds pretty good,” said Kim. “I’m supposed to be a toy for a couple of teenagers. Just being milked sounds a lot easier.” They jabbered on about what they knew about their fates. They were all surprised that Tempest had been bought by someone she worked with and they were all envious of Tempest and Elke being able to stay together.
“By the way,” said Alaine, “that was quite a show you two put on this morning. Is there something you two should have told us a long time ago?”
Tempest blushed and shook her head. “No, there isn’t. We were going to have to do it one way or another. Kate told us that last night. I guess we just did it a little more publicly than I envisioned.”
“Well there’s something I should have told you long ago,” offered Elke. “I’m bi. And I have wanted to do that with Pest for years. In fact, I’ve wanted to do that with all of you for years.” There was a collective gasp around the table.
“And despite all of this being scary and despite the fact that we’ve lost our previous lives,” Elke continued, “I’m loving this experience. And I think I’m going to love being a slave.”
“Wow,” was all that Tammy could think to say.
“Yeah, wow,” echoed Kim. Tempest remained silent. She wondered how Elke could be so cheerful and optimistic about having all of her freedom removed and becoming a piece of property. What did her friend see in it that gave her such a bright outlook? She would have to think about it. She hoped that she could find a silver lining for herself. It would sure beat going around despondent for the rest of her life.
Then she thought about the rest of her life. She would age. Would Kate still want her when she turned thirty? What about forty? What would happen when Kate no longer found her attractive? Would she be sold again? She shuddered slightly at the thought of going through another auction.
She was brought back to the present by the slight tickling to her right breast. Elke had draped her arm over the back of Tempest’s chair and was lightly caressing the outer swells of her right breast. “Whatcha thinkin bout, Pest?”
“Oh,” replied Tempest. “I was just wondering what will become of us.” She glanced around the table and saw that everyone was watching Elke fondle her breast. She blushed furiously but made no attempt to remove the offending hand.
“We can worry and fret,” said Elke. “Or we can embrace the present and make the most of it. What’s done is done. I was kidnapped and I was sold. It’s not fair but what’s done is done. I’m not going to spend time regretting it or worrying about the future. I’m going to live life to the fullest.”
“Besides,” she went on, “now I’ve got the two most beautiful toys in the world to play with.” She emphasized her point by reaching across with her left hand to squeeze Tempest’s left breast as her other hand squeezed the right one.
“El!” hissed Tempest. “How can you do that in front of our friends?”
Elke laughed and gave the breasts another squeeze. Then she leaned forward and ran her tongue along Tempest’s ear. “Love, remember that I’m bi. And also remember that you had your nose buried in my snatch earlier today in front of them. A little bit of titty squeezing is nothing compared to that.” This caused Tempest’s blush to return in full force. Then Elke smiled at the other three.
“I’m going to ask my mistress to arrange for me to be with each of you also before we are taken away. I’ve been dying to eat each of you. And if slavery is what it takes to get my wish, then I’m all for slavery.” This caused three more faces to blush.
Then Elke grinned and looked at Tammy. “I might want a few sessions with you. I’ve never had a pregnant girl before.”
“Oh El,’ said Tempest. “You’re just trying to shock us.”
Elke laughed again. “No. I’m just trying to eat you. All of you.” She lifted Tempest’s left breast in her hand and leaned down, sucking the delectable nipple into her mouth. Tempest pushed her head away and Elke looked up at her. “Do I have to knock you down to the ground again or are you going to let me finish my lunch?”
Tempest sighed and stopped resisting. Elke immediately captured the nipple again and sucked hungrily on it. The other three looked on in awe. Eventually, Elke released the little morsel and grinned around the table.
“Slavery is my friend.”
Kate was once again in the control room, watching the naked girls sitting around the lunch table. “Those five seem to be very close,” said Julia who had bought Alaine and who was seated in a chair beside Kate.
“There were six of them but one has already been shipped,” Kate replied. “And yes, I get the sense that they are very close.”
“Your two seem to be adjusting nicely to their new lives,” remarked Julia. “Especially the blonde.”
“Yeah, it’s remarkable,” said Kate. “It’s almost as if she’s enjoying it.”
“Well, any of the five of them would be perfect purchases, I’m sure. But I’m particularly pleased with the little redhead I bought. She’s so beautiful and she blushes so easily. I hope you’re pleased with your purchases as well.”
“Oh, I’m very pleased,” replied Kate. “It will be nice to have the pitter patter of naked feet running around the house again.”
“You never told me,” said Julia. “What happened with your last girl?”
“I released her,” Kate responded. “Her mother became very ill and needed someone to care for her. Tina was her only child so it just made sense.”
“Aren’t you worried that she’ll go to the police or the press?”
“No, not really,” said Kate. “I always took good care of her. And I set her up with a trust fund that should take care of her for the rest of her life. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if she returned to me someday. Then I’ll really have my hands full.”
“What do you plan to do with yours?” asked Julia.
“I’m not sure now,” said Kate. “I had only planned on buying Tempest, the one with the black hair. But when Elke became so affordable, I couldn’t pass her up. I had planned on keeping Tempest as a pleasure slave and maybe selling Elke in a few months. But now I’m not so sure. I’m loving watching them together. So I might keep them both. Maybe I’ll show them this summer in Europe.”
“They would be sure to win top prizes,” observed Julia.
“What do you have planned for the redhead?” asked Kate.
“I’m not sure either. Something other than a pleasure slave. That’s what my last one was. And it’s hard to retrain them once they are house pets like that.”
“What did you do with your last girl, then?” asked Kate.
“I sold her; outside of the organization’s auctions, that is. A private buyer contacted me and the timing was right and the price was more than I thought she was worth. So I had her packaged up and shipped her right away.”
Kate wasn’t sure if she wanted to ask what the girl was doing now. She loved Julia dearly but she also recognized that her friend was a lot more ruthless and unfeeling than she was. For all she knew, the girl could have been sold to a hunt club or to have her organs harvested. She decided not to pursue the subject.
“So what kinds of things do you have in mind for the redhead?”
“Yeah, I guess I need to decide soon now that I have bought her. I didn’t think it would happen so soon. I figured it would take a few auctions before I found one I liked. But there she was, beautiful and bashful and so sexy looking. I had to have her.”
“I was thinking of three possibilities,” Julia continued. “A friend of mine in England has a girl he treats as a pony; stables her, trains her to trot and canter, shows her at events, races her. I thought that would be fun.”
“I’ve been to some of those shows. It’s very exotic to ride in a cart drawn by naked girls. And the dressage events were very erotic to me.” Kate paused. “But I would think it would get boring after awhile.”
“Yeah, that’s my concern too,” agreed Julia. “I have another friend who turned his girl into a pain slut. I’m not sure how he did it but she craves pain. In fact, she can’t even climax without pain. I think that would get boring too after awhile. I mean how many times can you whip a girl or stick needles into her? And I worry that I will have to keep escalating things after awhile as she gets used to certain levels of pain.”
Kate shuddered at the thought of applying so much pain on a girl as beautiful as Alaine. She knew that she couldn’t do it.
“The third thing I was thinking about was just turning her into a slut. It might take some drugs but it might be fun to have a girl who would do anything for sex. It would certainly be fun at parties.”
As the two dominants chatted, they saw the girls on the monitor being summoned by their instructors. It was time for the afternoon lessons. Kate admired Elke’s form but she absolutely coveted the figure on Tempest. This girl was her Hope Diamond.
The afternoon training was atrocious as far as Tempest was concerned. They were taught how to lick another girl and then had to practice it. The instructor gave a brief lecture on technique, illustrated by a slide show and a short video. Tempest felt nauseous as she watched.
Then, they were told to kneel in front of their practice devices. These were soft rubber replicas of a woman’s genitals. The instructor walked them, as a group, through several exercises to show them various techniques. Then they were told to practice on their own. The instructor walked around the room, observing their techniques to judge their level of comprehension and their enthusiasm. Lack of either would result in a punishing blow from the paddle that she carried. Tempest started with a lackluster placing of her tongue alongside one of the fake labia but, as soon as she heard the loud crack of the paddle against someone’s ass, she started applying what she had learned more vigorously.
After thirty minutes of this practice, the instructor ended the exercise. “Now I will pair you up and you will practice on each other.” Tempest gasped, as did every girl in the room other than Elke. Elke was in seventh heaven.
Kim was paired with the French mistress and they both just stared at each other, dumbfounded. Tempest was teamed with Alaine and she apologized for getting all of them into this, resulting in a confused look from Alaine. Tempest was still convinced that she had been targeted and had led her friends to their fates. Elke’s partner was Tammy and Elke was delighted. Tammy was terrified beyond her wits.
“Now,” said the instructor, “you have been shown the anatomy. You have seen the demonstration. You have gone through the exercises. Now it’s time for your practicals.”
“Monique, Alaine and Elke, lie down on the mats. Your partners will go first.” Tempest groaned at the news. Not only had she gotten her beautiful red haired friend captured but now she was expected to rape her with her tongue. She wasn’t at all sure she could do this.
“I will set the timer for fifteen minutes,” the instructor said. “I will bring in some motivational coaches. If at the end of the fifteen minutes the girls lying on the mats have not climaxed, then the coaches will start applying their motivation.” Just then, three males walked into the room, each carrying a long paddle that looked like a cricket bat. Tempest knew that they would do serious damage.
Now, she had a dilemma. Should she save Alaine from the indignities of lesbian sex and let her butt get tortured? Or should she save her ass and lewdly abuse her good friend. The instructor started the countdown. “3…. 2…. 1…. Go!”
Tempest decided to save her butt. She knew that eventually someone would torture her friend by tonguing her sex. She rationalized that it might as well be her; especially if the alternative was to be paddled by the long bats. She set her lips and tongue into motion.
“Ten minutes remaining,” called out the instructor. Tempest had been lapping at her friend’s sex for five minutes and saw no signs of arousal. There were not twitches or moans or trembles. This made her feel doubly guilty. Not only had she led Alaine into an ambush but she was turning off her friend.
Tempest was determined though. Her competitive nature would not let her fail. She thought for a moment about how she masturbated and what kinds of stimulation worked best for her. Clitoral stimulation coupled with vaginal probing was the quickest way for her to achieve orgasm. She hoped it would work on Alaine too.
She curled her tongue and drove it as deep as she could into her friend. She moved it in and out several times as if she had a tiny penis fucking the girl’s sex. Then she pulled out and sucked Alaine’s clit between her lips, suckling on it and occasionally letting her teeth rake along it. She alternated between the tongue fucking and the suckling of the tiny nubbin.
“Five minutes remaining,” announced the instructor. Alaine was moaning now. It was working! Tempest kept up her actions, occasionally glancing up at her subject. Alaine had lifted her head and was watching the raven beauty between her thighs. She had never wanted to have sex with another woman but, if she was going to do it, she was glad that it was with Tempest.
Tempest thought about how beautiful Alaine was. Her red hair flowed freely over her breasts and down toward the mat. Her cheeks were flushed from the arousal that Tempest was causing. She was simply lovely.
Tempest sucked the clit between her lips again and captured it with her teeth. She bared her lips and pulled her head back slightly, stretching the nubbin away from Alaine and letting Alaine see it clamped between the teeth. Alaine groaned and Tempest saw her belly starting to quake. She fluttered her tongue over the little bud and Alaine groaned louder, finally rocking her head back.
Tempest concentrated exclusively on the sensitive clit now. She pulsed it in and nipped at it. She batted it with her tongue and suckled it. Alan was groaning constantly at this point and finally tensed, letting out a squealing wail as the orgasm rocked her body. Tempest smiled and kissed the juicy sex before her face. While this may have been viewed as having sex with another woman by some people, Tempest chose to think of it as providing pleasure to a friend.
Another wail was heard and Tempest looked over to see Tammy’s body tensing as her distended belly quiver. Elke had achieved success also.
“Time,” called the instructor. Immediately, loud cracks were heard filling the room. Kim had failed to get the French mistress to climax and two of the males were now pounding away at her bottom. Kim cried out but then refocused on her subject’s sex, knowing that was the only way to stop the punishment.
“You girls can help if you want,” offered the instructor. Elke was the first one to act. She scrambled over to the French girl and started kissing her. Tempest was right behind and captured one of the former mistress’ nipples in her mouth, playing with it with her tongue. Alaine claimed the other nipple. Tammy joined in by rasping her tongue in slow circles over the belly, gradually closing in on the girl’s belly button. The added lips and tongues put the French girl into sensory overload and she climaxed. The paddling stopped immediately. Tempest gasped as she realized that she had a woman’s breast in her mouth for the first time but then rationalized to her self that it had been for a good cause.
The girls changed places. After three more orgasms filled the room, they changed partners. They practiced for the rest of the afternoon and were wrecks by the end of it. Tempest had lost track of how many times she had climaxed.
Chapter 9
Kate would have loved to watch the afternoon training but she had work to do. She had been sent some documents the night before and had spent much of the night reviewing them. That was the primary reason that she had let the girls sleep together. She normally would have them join her in her bed right away but she knew she would be busy.
She did not mind, though. She had the rest of her life to enjoy the girls. They were her property now so she could take as long as she wanted. It was a wonderful feeling to own another human being. It provided such a feeling of power and such an erotic rush. There was nothing else like it.
She also didn’t mind because her work for the organization was the most lucrative part of her law practice, by far. She made many millions of dollars each year by helping the ring avoid legal pitfalls or getting out of them.
The documents that she received surprised her. It seemed that the organization wanted to diversify. While it had created a very profitable business of kidnapping and selling girls and then managing subsequent sales or trades of them, it appeared that was not enough. Not only that, but some in the organization wanted some more legitimate businesses even if they were just a front.
There were two proposed businesses and the set of documents included business plans for each of them. The first was what Kate viewed as a matchmaking service. There were “women out there who fantasize about being a slave” but have no way to experience, explained the one business plan. Sometimes that was because of family responsibilities or social constraints of the communities in which they lived. There were also men and women who wanted slaves but either could not afford the exorbitant price associated with buying a girl or could not afford the time to properly care for a permanent slave.
The new business venture would create a way of matching masters and mistresses with willing and eager slavegirls. It would conduct personality tests of both the owners and the slaves and would survey them on likes and dislikes related to various sexual and nonsexual activities. Then, it would match up owners and slaves that had a good fit. The match would be for a predetermined period of time and the business would supervise the relationship through frequent checkups to make sure that both parties got what they wanted out of the transaction.
“The last part is one of the most important,” the business plan explained. “The key to growth and profitability will be repeat customers. It is estimated that each satisfied slavegirl will repeat her experience once each year. Each satisfied owner is likely to repeat more frequently.”
“A girl can become a pony girl for a long weekend. She can become a harem slave for a month or three days. She can be whatever she has always fantasized about but had been reluctant to pursue.” The plan went on and on about the possibilities. It envisioned durations ranging from two to thirty days with an average of a week.
There were two target demographics for the slaves in the business plan. Young mothers represented one demographic. It was speculated that during pregnancy and for the months following childbirth, mothers would be bored out of their minds. This boredom would lead to fantasies and the new business would start marketing to them two months after childbirth by offering them “an escape to excitement.”
The other target demographic was women in their upper thirties. “As they approach forty, they will realize that their youth is rapidly escaping them. As they near middle age, they will start to think about all of the exciting things that they always wanted to experience. We will provide an outlet for them to live their dreams.”
Of course, there would always be customers who did not fit neatly into these two categories. It was speculated that adventurous college girls who wanted a different kind of spring break might view this as an exciting alternative. Recently divorced women might also find this attractive as a way to get the divorce out of their minds and behind them. Even single women who had broken up with a boyfriend or just wanted a unique vacation could become customers. Additional target markets would be developed over time as data about customers was gathered.
The target market for owners was less specific. Men and women who were approaching age milestones such as thirty, forty, fifty or sixty were possibilities. Recent divorces also worked for owners the same way they worked for slaves. But the plan admitted that it was not as easy to identify the ideal owner customers. They planned to cast the net wide and gather data to study. After six months, they would have a better feel for it and would revise the plan.
It did stay that they planned to market more heavily to the wealthy. It was hoped that this business venture could act as a feeder to the organization’s core business. Once someone got a taste of owning a girl, it was hoped that he or she would want something more permanent. That’s where the core business could help. The only thing that constrained the growth of the slave business was the demand for high quality girls. The supply of girls to kidnap and sell was limitless. It was the supply of qualified buyers that was limited and this venture could increase the supply of buyers.
Kate thought that the venture looked very promising based on the facts that were presented. She never envisioned the organization diversifying but this business was at least related to what they knew: slavery. Only two things bothered her. The first was that they needed very tight controls on who they accepted as a buyer. Since this was going to be a legitimate business and open to the public scrutiny, they could not afford some wacko getting a hold of their slave customers and abusing or maiming or killing someone. The plan was much too light on controls. She would insist on thorough background checks and personal interviews before a new person was accepted as a buyer. She would also insist on feedback from the slaves after the period of ownership was completed. These would drive up the price but they could not afford the bad publicity or lawsuits.
The other thing that bothered her was the method of monitoring during the enslavement. She could not picture how that could be done without being intrusive. And yet, if they advertised that as part of the experience as they were planning on doing, women would rely on that as a guarantee of safety.
She decided that she would need to arrange some “mystery shoppers” during the start up of the venture. She would have people sign up with the intent of reporting back on the entire experience but, in particular, how well the monitoring went and whether or not it was successful in making the girls feel safe.
She thought that she might even be one of the mystery shoppers. At thirty nine, she clearly fit into one of the target demographics. And she had always wanted to experience life from the other side but she had never felt comfortable doing it with anyone from the organization. She had heard too many reports of people offering outlandish prices to buy her. One report was that someone had offered three million dollars. She was convinced that the only thing that prevented her enslavement was that her value as the organization’s lawyer far outweighed any price that someone would offer. But she also feared that, once someone owned her, even if it was supposed to be temporary, the temptation to make it permanent might be too great.
One of Kate’s assignments for this venture was to draft a slavery contract. Since she was considering becoming a slave to test out the processes, she would pay particular attention to that assignment. She wanted to make sure that ambiguous contract language did not lead to her permanent loss of freedom.
The second business venture would have the organization opening a string of resorts. This business, tentatively called “Club Shackles,” would cater to owners and dominants alike. It would be a place where one could take his or her slave or sub to relax for a vacation in a spot where nobody would be offended by whatever nudity or punishment or sex occurred.
Kate thought that she could be a mystery shopper for this one also once she got her two girls trained. That would probably take a year to accomplish but it would take at least a year to get Club Shackles up and running.
She had some concerns about this venture too. First, she did not like the idea of subs and slaves co-mingling. At least she did not like the idea of the slaves that her organization provided mingling with subs. Subs were into the lifestyle by choice and for purely sexual and recreational fun. Slaves had no choice. They had been cruelly kidnapped and had their former lives stripped away from them. Regardless of how well they were trained, there would always be the temptation to sneak a message back to their loved ones through a complicit sub. Then the authorities would be alerted.
The second concern was the authorities themselves. The organization would essentially be advertising “look here for your kidnapped girls.” She envisioned legions of undercover police officers vacationing at the resorts and developing dossiers on each of the guests.
And what would happen if recreational guests changed their minds? For example, what would the resort do if a dominant wanted to switch? What would they do if a sub decided that she had enough and wanted to be released? Or what would happen if a devious dominant grew tired of his or her sub and wanted to sell her? There was just too much at risk in this venture. She would write up her concerns and have them rework the plan before it was sent to the powers that be for approval.
The last concern was a more personal one. She took great pride in her life as a slaver. It was not something that she could ever put on her resume but, to her, that was what defined her. She loved the fact that she made a living through trafficking in beautiful female flesh. It made her feel like a swashbuckling female pirate.
Both of these new ventures detracted from this feeling. They were dragging her back into the mainstream of society when, in truth, she loved the feeling of being an outlaw. It was thrilling and dangerous. It kept her adrenalin flowing and had her in an almost constant state of sexual arousal. It made her feel alive.
The second venture, the resorts, was almost Disneylandish to Kate. It was taking what she loved about her life and watering it down into a generic consumer product. She was not sure how she would feel if the two businesses caught on and turned the organization legitimate. She would have to think about this.
While she contemplated all of this and drafted her response to the two business plans, three pairs of girls were ferociously waggling their tongues, bringing one another to a seemingly endless string of orgasms as they were being trained and conditioned to provide pleasure to other females.
Chapter 10
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” said Elke. “You don’t even need that thing.” The two girls had just completed their second day of training and Elke was keeling at Kate’s feet with the mistress holding the girl’s heavy breasts in her hands. Kate had just finished describing the little capsule that had been implanted in the girl’s body. She always tried to make sure that every slave was fully aware of it and what it would do. She always regretted the killing of a slave.
After their first day of training, the girls had been given a pop quiz by their mistress. They had spent that day learning how to pleasure other females with their tongues and Kate wanted to see how well they had learned their lessons. Both girls passed the quiz as they knelt between Kate’s thighs and alternated.
Tempest was tentative but she was quite good. She was purposeful with her tongue, apparently wanting to score the orgasm quickly. She blushed furiously throughout but was attentive to the responses of the mistress and adjusted her technique when moans or tremors gave her new input.
Elke was a sexual dynamo. Her tongue seemed like a warm, soft Roto-Rooter to Kate. It attacked vigorously and plunged and probed and fluttered with reckless abandon. Kate easily achieved orgasms with each girl and was quite pleased with her purchases and their progress in class.
Today’s training had consisted of stretching and exercising followed by additional classes on slave etiquette in the morning. In the afternoon, they had been schooled on oral sex on males. Again, soft rubber replicas had occupied the early afternoon sessions. Later in the afternoon, six male employees were brought in for real live practice. The girls each got to deep throat a real cock and bring it to climax. When the males were worn out, six more were brought in. By the end of the afternoon, each girl had a full meal of protein in her belly.
That night, Kate decided to keep Elke at home. She needed to tell her about the capsule and she also wanted to talk to the girl to understand her better. She loaned Tempest to the head of the Caribbean office.
The slavers at each office were prohibited from having sex with their captives prior to the sale. That prevented the unnecessary loss of the few cherries that were captured. And it was rare that they ever got to have sex with the girls after a sale. So Kate knew how appreciative the head guy would be if he got to sample the rare beauty of Tempest. It would be a way for Kate to gain some points with her fellow outlaw. And those points could come in handy someday. They might even help keep her out of slavery.
“Tell me why I don’t need that capsule, Elke,” said Kate in response to the girl’s statement.
“If you keep arranging entertainment like the last three days, there’s no way I would ever try to run away.” Elke paused. “I don’t know why you even have to kidnap girls. I would think they would be lining up to sign up.”
Kate thought back to the first business plan that she had reviewed. Elke’s comment struck home. They would be lining up to sign up. There was clearly a third demographic to whom the business would appeal since Elke did not fit into either of the first two targets. She would have to figure out which market segment Elke belonged to so that could be added to the plan.
Kate let her fingers slide up to the blonde’s nipples and captured them, rolling them slowly back and forth. “Tell me about the entertainment. What did you like?”
Elke sucked in her breath as her sensitive nipples were squeezed and rotated. “Okay… I mean yes Mistress. Day one was like life on overdrive. Every sense and emotion was on full alert. It was thrilling and terrifying at the same time. It starts off in a hog-tie. Then it moves on to an assembly line where you are stripped and shaved and tattooed and then pampered. Then the auction was such a rush! I almost climaxed right up there on the stage. The cane almost pushed me over the edge. I didn’t like it but it almost had to be part of the scene.”
“Then it moves to scene two where we are in the holding pen and being inspected and fondled. Then there was the melodrama of the French mistress not having the money and becoming a slave. Oh my god! That whole day was better than anything that Hollywood could have dreamed up.”
Kate thought for a moment before speaking again. She continued to roll the stiff nipples back and forth. “So does that mean that you liked everything that happened that day?”
“Oh, hell no!” replied Elke. “Oops again. I mean hell no, Mistress. I didn’t like the tattoo. I didn’t like losing my fur. I hated the cane. It’s not a matter of liking. It’s a matter of needing. I needed that.”
“You are a strange girl,” said Kate.
“No, Mistress,” replied Elke. “I’m not strange at all. I am actually very normal. But I am honest. When something excites me, I say it excites me. I don’t pretend that it doesn’t just because social norms say that it shouldn’t.”
“What about the next day?” asked Kate, eager to learn more about her new property, “Yesterday.”
“Is this a trick question?” asked Elke. This earned Elke a harsh pinch to each of her nipples.
“Don’t get sarcastic with me, little one.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” replied a chastened Elke. “I loved yesterday. Well, I’m not real wild about the etiquette classes. Kneel… stand… bend… stand… kneel… turn…. That gets pretty boring. But what happened before and after were wonderful. Before the etiquette class, I got to eat Tempest. I’ve wanted to do that forever. I’m so happy that she’s my slave sister. And then I got to spend the afternoon eating all of my friends, including Tempest again. And then we got to eat you last night. I would gladly exchange my freedom for days like that.”
“Hmmm,” pondered Kate. “It seems that I’m not the only one who has an interest in Tempest.”
“Oh, no, Mistress,” replied Elke quickly. “You’d have to rent out a stadium in order to accommodate everyone who wants Tempest. Even a stadium might not be big enough.”
Kate laughed at her slave’s reaction. She reached up and laced her fingers into the girl’s fine, silky blonde hair and pulled her head back, leaning down to kiss her. Elke sighed happily at the tender touch and parted her lips. This result in the kiss being prolonged and led to the two of them retreating to Kate’s bedroom where they made love for hours..
While this was going on, Tempest was being reintroduced to a cock that she had met earlier in the day. Cedric was the chief pirate in the area in that he ran the Caribbean region for the organization. He was also one of the males who had offered their cocks for training purposes in the afternoon. Tempest once again had her lips stretched around the huge shaft and was bathing it with her tongue as she let the pole slide in and out of her mouth.
She wondered how they recruited staff for their operation. All of the men had unbelievably large cocks. The men varied in terms of looks and intelligence but they all had logs dangling between their legs. Cedric appeared to be on the upper end of the intelligence scale, which was probably why he was the chief pirate. He was only average in looks, though. He was more rugged looking than handsome.
She had already been working on his cock for over fifteen minutes and she feared that it would take much longer since she and the other girls had drained him multiple times earlier in the day. Her jaw ached from all of the blowjobs she had already given. Her throat was sore from all of the cocks that had forced their way into it but thankfully Cedric had not yet made her deep throat him this evening. She was not sure, however, how much longer she could last. A girl can only suck so many cocks.
She needn’t have worried about lasting much longer, though. Cedric placed his hand on her forehead and slowly pushed her back and off of his cock. He reached down and lifted her, holding her above him as he sat in the chair.
He was a big man and appeared to be all muscle. He held her as if she were a doll, making her feel very small and powerless. “I am going to let you select the hole that I fuck,” he said.
She blushed as she realized that she would have to aid in the upcoming rape by guiding the cock into her. But at least she was thankful that she was given a choice. There was no way that she could ever accommodate him anally.
“Thank you, Master.” She had learned in the etiquette classes that all males, other than male slaves, were to be addressed as master even if they did not own slaves. She reached down and gripped the huge black cock, positioning it at her sex and felt the bulb slip partially into her.
He lowered her slowly, lifting her occasionally to let the cock slip back out. One time, it popped free and she quickly gripped it again and repositioned it. She was surprised at how wet it was with her juices and wondered again how her body could be so aroused considering the frightening world that she had entered.
He continued to lift and lower her until his entire cock was buried in her sex. Then he released her and let her settle onto the cock and adjust to the massive size. Her heart was beating quickly and she felt tingly all over as the pole was lodged in her body.
“You may fuck me now, girl.”
Tempest blushed again. She would have to do the work, further aiding in her own rape. “Thank you, Master,” was all that she voiced, though.
Could this be considered rape? Surely it was not something that she had volunteered for. Therefore, it was nonconsensual. But was it possible to rape a slave? If a person used their own property for something that it was designed for, could that be a crime? The kidnapping had been a crime. Slavery was a crime in most countries. But she was not sure that what was going on now constituted a crime.
She used her legs to lift herself out of his lap, feeling the log slowly slide out of her. When just the bulb remained inside of her, she lowered herself again, feeling every inch of the cock’s travel inside of her. She continued to move slowly up and down on the black man’s cock.
“That feels nice, girl,” he said. “You have a tight twat. Feed me those tits.”
Oh god, thought Tempest. Once again, she had to aid in the taking of her body. She reached up and lifted both breasts in her hands, leaning forward slightly and offering a nipple to the male’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth and held it there as she kept his cock sliding in and out of her.
Tempest closed her eyes at the humiliation of being so powerless and so used. She was not sure that she could survive like this. She was not sure that she wanted to survive. She was nothing but a sexual plaything.
His teeth gnawed lightly on her nipples which stiffened automatically in response. Unwanted thrills shot through her body, much to her dismay, and she felt her sex tighten around his massive cock. Still, she kept up the steady up and down tempo. He released the nipple and then claimed its twin, repeating his actions until it too was as stiff as a little pebble.
He finally released the second nipple and reached to the table, grabbing a pair of clamps. She opened her eyes as she felt the cold steel at her left nipple and looked down, surprised at what she saw. He had placed the nipple between the two pieces of metal and was sliding the ring upward, causing the two tines to clamp down on her tender bud. He watched her face for a reaction and kept tightening it. Her expression changed from surprise to shock to worry to fear. Finally, she cried out from the pain of her nipple being crushed. He continued to slide the ring upward and she cried out in pain again. He stopped working on that one and turned his attention to the other nipple, tightening that clamp until he was satisfied with the level of pain.
Tempest’s chest burned with pain as she rode his cock. Tears rolled down her cheeks but her sex was spasming with arousal. How could it react so badly to something like this?
She realized, all of a sudden, that she was not on birth control. Since joining the law firm two years earlier, she had immersed herself in work. She still dated occasionally but she had vowed not to get involved with anyone until she became a senior associate. She went off the pill, thinking that it was best to not have unnecessary chemicals flowing through her body. But now, she was totally unprotected and was about to receive a male’s seed; a black male’s seed no less. She groaned again at her helplessness.
Just as she was worrying about receiving his sperm, Cedric tensed and grunted. He gripped her waist and forced her body down hard on his cock. She cried out in pain as the cock banged against her cervix, sending cramping throughout her abdomen and then whimpered as she felt the cock jerking inside of her, knowing that it was sending millions of tiny swimmers into her, all of which were in search of her egg.
Chapter 11
Tempest was returned to Kate the next morning. Thankfully, she was excused from the morning’s instruction. Cedric had kept her up most of the night, fucking her over and over again. She was amazed at his stamina and his ability to recover.
Kate tucked her into bed and then finished typing her response to the business plans. She added some commentary based on her conversation with Elke, although she did not disclose her source. But she did recommend that some funds be set aside for market research to identify additional demographics that looked promising.
Tempest rejoined her fellow slaves for the afternoon training. She groaned when she realized that this was going to be a class on fucking. Even though they started again with rubber replicas, she knew that real live cocks would eventually be brought in for more realistic practice. Then, millions more sperm would be seeking out her egg.
Sure enough, by 2:30, six males entered the room. Cedric was among this group and, to Tempest’s surprise, he claimed her. She would have thought that he would want to try it with someone new. But she found herself bent over a bench with his log buried deep in her sex.
The instructor had emphasized how the girls could use their vaginal muscles to pleasure a male and how verbal and nonverbal cues from the girl could increase the arousal of their partners. The instructor went around the room as the six couples fucked and provided praise or correction to each girl.
‘Very good, Tempest,” she said as she watched and listened to the girl. “Nice cooing; very erotic quivering. And I can actually see your pussy clamping him.”
“Hell,” said Cedric, “she was doing all of that last night even before your class. This girl’s a natural. One hundred percent pure fuck doll.”
Tempest blushed at that. She had never thought of herself as a fuck doll before. But she supposed that it was a good thing to please the chief pirate.
Six sets of men came through the classroom that afternoon. The girls were fucked leaning over a bench, missionary style while lying on mats, standing, kneeling and being fucked doggie style, and lying side by side being taken from behind.
Cedric was back again for the last wave of cocks and claimed Tempest again. This time, it was to be riding the poles as the men sat in chairs. This was the same way that Cedric had taken her the night before. He didn’t seem to mind that his cock was swimming in the sperm of all of his predecessors. He simply had her impale herself on him and ride him while he feasted on her luscious breasts, repeating the actions of the night before. The only thing that was missing was the clamps.
That night, Kate let the girls sleep together once again. A plane was waiting for her to take her to Europe for a meeting. She hoped to be able to return the next night.
“I can’t believe this,” said Tempest as the two girls laid together in bed.
“I can’t either,” agreed Elke. “I’ve never had so much fun in my life!”
“Elke!” exclaimed Tempest.
“Well, it’s true,” she countered. “What’s not to like about it?”
“We’re slaves for god sakes,” said Tempest. “We are owned. We are Kate’s property. How can you like that?”
“She has been a good mistress so far. I think I’m going to like being her property. I’m aroused all the time. Aren’t you?” Elke reached between Tempest’s legs and ran a finger along her petals finding them slick with arousal. “Yeah, you are too!”
“Elke!” admonished Tempest again. “Stop acting like a little girl!”
Elke was in a playful mood and she rolled Tempest onto her back and then pounced on her friend, lying on top of her. Her breasts dangled over Tempest’s face and she twisted her chest back and forth, letting her heavy breasts slap the other girl’s cheeks.
“These don’t look like they belong to a little girl,” Elke said as she listened to the soft slapping sounds.” I don’t know about you, but I’m loving it. I have never had so much great sex in my life.”
“You’re impossible!” proclaimed Tempest as she tried to wiggle out from under Elke. The blonde was able to hold her down and just kept slapping her cheeks.
“Hey, that guy sure seemed to take a shine to you today,” Elke said, referring to Cedric. “Who was he? And was he any good?”
“The pirate king, I suppose,” replied Tempest. “He’s the guy Kate gave me to last night.”
“Well, was he any good?”
“I don’t know,” a frustrated Tempest responded. “Yeah, I suppose he was okay.”
“Well, did you cum?”
Tempest blushed at the question. With the exception of the first fucking the night before, Cedric had made sure that she climaxed each time he fucked her, including the two times that afternoon. Each of the orgasms had been powerful, leaving her breathless. None of the other four cocks had brought her to climax. “Yeah, I suppose so.”
Elke rolled her eyes. “You’re the one who’s impossible, Tempest. We are living in Pussy Paradise and all you do is worry and whine.”
“Can you get off of me?” asked Tempest. “I want to take my plug out now.”
At the end of the afternoon class, the instructor had inserted butt plugs into each of them. That had been humiliating but surprisingly had not been painful. They had been told to leave them in until bedtime and then to have someone else take them out. Tempest dreaded tomorrow’s class. She was convinced that they would be focusing on anal sex.
“You’re supposed to have someone else take it out,” Elke reminded her. “Take mine out and then I’ll take yours out.”
Elke got off of Tempest and kneeled on all fours in the center of the bed. Tempest extracted the plug and then took it to the bathroom, keeping her arm outstretched to keep the offensive thing as far away from herself as possible. Then she knelt on the bed to let Elke remove hers.
The blonde was feeling mischievous though. She gripped the plug and pulled it slowly out until just the tip was inside. Then she pushed it back in quickly until it was once again fully lodged in Tempest’s rectum.
“Elke!”
Elke giggled and wrapped an arm under Tempest to hold her in place. Then she started pumping the plug in and out of her friend’s butt, watching as the sphincter clung to the plastic as it moved outward. “Ooo, this is fun!” she exclaimed. “You have such a pretty little asshole!”
“Elke!” Tempest protested. “Stop that right now!”
Elke pushed the plug back in and released it. She raised her hand and brought it back down hard, spanking Tempest’s bottom loudly.
“Ow!” complained Tempest. She started struggling to try to free herself but Elke held her firmly in place.
“Stop whining!” said Elke and then she spanked her friend again. She leaned down and licked between the impaled little pucker and Tempest’s sex, pausing and pulling back a bit to look at the tattoo.
“The serial number looks good on you,” she went on. “They did a nice job with it; very decorative.”
“Elke, stop that!” Again, a loud spank filled the room. Elke kept pumping the plug in and out and eventually used her other hand to stroke Tempest’s clit. It wasn’t until Tempest climaxed that she stopped and removed the offending plug.
Tempest wanted to sleep as far away from Elke as she could but the tall blonde had other ideas. She wanted to spoon with Tempest and it wasn’t until she threatened to tie her friend up that Tempest reluctantly relented. They slept together with Elke’s breasts flattened against Tempest’s back and Elke’s hand cradling one of the smaller girl’s breasts.
Chapter 12
The next day, Tammy was missing from the class. When Tempest asked about her, the instructor replied that the pregnant girl had been shipped to her new home. Tempest was still fuming over being abused by Elke the night before and hearing that one of them had been ‘shipped’ did nothing to improve her disposition. It was all so inhumane! She just wanted to scream!
But she didn’t. She wanted to get off this island as quickly as she could. She would act like she was a good little slave until that time.
Her delusions about escaping were quickly fading away, though. She was starting to resign herself to the fact that her old life was gone forever and that she had started a new life as someone else’s property. She didn’t like it but that was the new reality. Elke had reminded her of that the night before.
Before Elke had started abusing her, Tempest had tried to engage in a discussion about how they would escape once they returned to Chicago. Elke cut her short and didn’t want to even discuss it. She didn’t want to hear another word about it. She reminded Tempest of the capsule and said she would rather be owned than dead. Tempest argued that they didn’t even know for sure if the capsules even existed. They had searched each other’s bodies and could not find any sign of an incision. But Elke was adamant. She would remain as a slave and would be the best slave she could be.
Tempest was beginning to realize that Elke was right. The sooner she accepted her fate, the better off she would be. It was just so hard to give up her freedom. Actually, her freedom had already been taken from her. But it was hard to give up the hope of freedom.
Tempest had been right the night before that anal would be the topic of today’s instruction. She was pleasantly surprised, however, when the men did not appear in big-cocked waves like they had on the two previous days. Instead, after practicing with the rubber replicas for about an hour, five women arrived. Each wore a latex or leather cat suit and each had a strap-on dildo. These were long, but much more slender than the bludgeons that dangled from the men’s crotches.
The five remaining girls were violated while kneeling, while standing and while bent over tables or benches. The women were gentle with the naked students and caressed and fondled their feminine charms as they pounded the dildos into their asses. Each girl received an orgasm with each of her anal lovers.
The last exercise was the most difficult and the most humiliating. The dildo women lay on their backs on the floor with their artificial cocks aimed upward. Each girl had to squat over the woman she was assigned to, facing the woman’s head. Then the girl was expected to lower herself onto the plastic spear.
Tempest thought she would die of embarrassment as she supported herself over the dildo with her hands and feet. She was spread lewdly and she knew that, once again, her sex was wet with arousal. The woman would have a clear view of her swampy sex gaping open and Tempest was sure she would be viewed as a slut.
It was also embarrassing because she would have to look into the woman’s face. With the previous anal penetrations, she had been facing away and did not have to endure the shame of being watched. Now, the woman would be able to see all of her facial expressions and she would see the woman watching her.
Finally, it was humiliating because she would be impaling herself. With all of the other impalements, the other woman would control everything. Now, she would be controlling the speed and depth of the penetration. It was almost as if she was being forced into endorsing the obscene activity by voluntarily sinking the fake cock into her bowels.
Her ass was already well lubricated from the previous fucks so that was not a problem. She lifted her head and sized up the dildo she was expected to ride. After each fuck, the women had changed dildos, donning progressively thicker ones each time. This one looked like it might be beyond what she could accept. She trembled slightly and then closed her eyes, trying to steel herself for the ordeal.
“What are you waiting for, Tempest?” chided the instructor. “I said begin.”
“Yes, Mistress,” chirped Tempest. Her cheeks blossomed with a fresh blush.
She slowly lowered herself. She felt the dildo bump against her bottom cheek and then felt the woman adjust it and position it so that, as she lowered herself further, it came into contact with her little pucker. She took a deep breath.
“You can do it, sweetie,” said the woman below her. She felt fingers gliding over her slick petals as the woman encouraged her. “You’re almost there.”
Tempest lowered herself a little more and felt the thick tool pressing harder against her sphincter, trying to gain access. She lowered further and felt the dildo pushing harder, stretching her. She felt pain shooting through her body as the tight little hole was opened more and more. Finally, she cried out as the pain became too intense but it was at that moment that the monster broke through. She took another deep breath and then panted as she tried to adjust to the huge thing that was stretching her.
“Good girl,” encouraged the woman with the dildo. She was slowly sliding two fingers into Tempest’s overheated sex and occasionally brushing her thumb over the girl’s clit. “Now let yourself down slowly.”
“Oh god,” muttered Tempest as she heard the words. She wasn’t sure that the whole thing would fit. But she did continue to sink down on the shaft slowly, feeling it slice into her body. The stretching was over, thankfully. She was already past the thickest part. Now it was just a matter of letting the length of it invade her body.
The woman slipped a third finger into Tempest. Tempest blushed again as she felt her own juices running down from her sex, wetting her bottom. The woman twisted her hand back and forth, rotating her fingers inside the slavegirl. “Halfway there, precious girl. Keep going. You can do it.”
“Half way?” thought Tempest. She felt packed full already. She wasn’t sure she could do it. The woman helped her by curling her fingers inside of Tempest and pulling the girl downward as her other hand reached up and pushed down on her shoulder. Tempest groaned as she felt it move deeper into her but her arms were already feeling weak from supporting herself for so long. The woman did not move fast but she moved steadily. Tempest felt the log slowly but surely push deeper into her bowels until she was fully impaled. Once again, she started panting.
“Good girl,” the woman said again. She pulled her fingers out of Tempest and used them to paint her juices onto her nipples. “Such a pretty kitty. When you are ready, you may begin moving again.”
Tempest remained motionless and just panted. She looked down at the woman in disbelief of the situation. A week ago, she never would have done this. She wouldn’t have believed it if someone told her that things like this happened. Here she was atop another woman with a huge dildo lodged in her bottom as the woman toyed with her sex and then rubbed her juices into her nipples. The woman stopped toying with the sensitive buds and lifted her fingers to Tempest’s lips. Tempest didn’t want to clean them but she knew what was expected of her and she obediently opened her mouth, letting the fingers push their way in. Then she used her tongue to bathe them and clean them.
After a minute, the woman prompted her again. “You should begin now, girl.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Tempest replied meekly. She adjusted her legs, tucking them beneath her so she was kneeling. Then she started her slow up and down motion, feeling every inch of progress that the dildo made deep inside her body.
“Lean forward, pet,” said the woman. Tempest tilted her body forward and the dildo shifted inside of her, causing her belly to cramp. “Forward a little more.”
Tempest groaned as the pain intensified even more as she leaned forward further. The woman tilted her head up and then propped her upper body up, resting on her elbows. She started licking the generous breasts that were dangling in front of her face as Tempest tried to adjust to the invader in her bowels.
The woman sucked the left nipple into her mouth and chewed on it, sending more pain through the captive girl’s body but also sending erotic thrills through her. She shifted her head to capture the other nipple and more pain and pleasure coursed through her body. The woman seemed infatuated with the perfect breasts that she was feasting on. She would suckle the nipples and then draw as much breast flesh as she could into her mouth. Tempest could feel teeth raking along her breast as she withdrew from the hungry mouth until the teeth clamped down on the nipple, nipping at it.
“Lean back now, little one,” the woman said. Tempest straightened up again. The whole time, she had been moving her hips, letting the dildo slide in and out of her, feeling the cramping each time it got deep. Now the cramping had stopped.
“Lean back, child,” the woman repeated. Tempest leaned back further using her hands to prop herself up. “Good girl.”
Her torso was now at a forty five degree angle, exposing her sex to the woman again. Again, the woman slipped fingers into her and again Tempest blushed as she realized how wet she was. Still, she kept her hips moving, fucking herself on the huge plastic cock.
The woman finally decided that it was time to give Tempest pleasure. The fingers started to toy with the slippery, distended clit, rolling it back and forth and pinching it and tugging on it. Tempest felt pain and pleasure mixing in her body again but at least the cramping had gone. The pleasure started to build and overshadow the pain and Tempest started panting again. Little soft moans escaped from her lips as the woman kept playing with the sensitive clit.
Finally, Tempest shuddered and groaned as her orgasm struck. The woman pinched the tender clit again, sending fresh pain through the girl’s body and driving the orgasm higher. She shrieked as her climax hit another peak and then groaned. She started to come down from her climax but the woman pinched her clit again, this time using her fingernails. Tempest shrieked again but her orgasm went soaring again. She felt like her heart would pound itself right out of her chest as her body became a swirling hot mixture of pain and pleasure. And then, everything went black. She had fainted.
To be continued
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