tagIncest/TabooThe Swap Ch. 01

The Swap Ch. 01The Sparks Fly

The eighteen year old boy grunted as he pistoned his large cock in and out of his mother's sopping wet cunt as she lay beneath him, driving relentlessly into her with raw sexual power. Her shapely legs were hooked under his strong arms as he plunged into her over and over in the push-up position, and her pretty feet in the high heel slides he liked to see her in were high in the air.

Marlena looked down between their legs, barely able to see in the dim light. The sight of her own son's penis pumping into her motherly vagina was an incredible turn-on for her, almost as intensely exciting as the feeling of his rock-hard young cock stretching her cuntwalls apart as he invaded her with the energy of youth and sexual passion.

In this position, the beautiful woman could only lie there on her back and take her son's powerful strokes as he deeply fucked her, but she didn't mind; in fact, she was in pure sexual heaven at this moment. She looked up into his face, her feelings of love and lust for her handsome, athletic young son growing every second as the rutting couple humped lustily in sinfully incestuous abandon.

"Kiss me, son." she whispered. Though the position was slightly awkward for doing so, and put pressure on her as she was practically bent double, the boy leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers. Their tongues twined in a deep, sensuous kiss, the teen's tongue straining to slide down her throat to her tonsils, her own tongue lashing and circling his. They kissed deeply for long moments, the boy knowing his mother loved being confidently, even forcefully kissed by him as much as she loved the steady fucking he was pumping into her with all of his youthful strength.

And now, she noted, Ryan's thrusts were getting shorter as he stayed deep inside her, their thick, raven-black pubic hairs intermingling as he neared the crest, ready to ejaculate his large load deep inside his mother's clutching cunt.

"Oh Mom!" Ryan groaned, finally breaking the long kiss. "Aren't you glad Dad has to travel a lot in his job?" He shoved his meat into his mother and twisted his muscular young ass in a tight circle, the grinding motion intensifying Marlena's deep pleasure as his words sank into her mind.

"Oh yes, son!" Marlena replied, knowing that her son enjoyed the words and thoughts of their incestuous deed as much as she did. "I love it that he's working his ass off while you're fucking his wife's ass off! Fuck me, Ryan! Fuck me like your father wishes he could!"

"Oh God, Mom, you are so fucking... hot!" Ryan gasped. "I'm going to come, Mom.... do you want me to pull out?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"No baby!" Marlena gasped. "Don't pull out. Come inside me, baby! Come inside your mother's cunt, fill your mother up with your hot sperm!"

"Oh yeah... oh yeah... oh MOM!!!" Ryan cried out as the intensely painful pleasure of his orgasm overwhelmed his young loins and the first burst of his potent, virile semen blasted down his long shaft and into his mother's pussy, coating her cervix with his full load!

A yellow burst of sparks flew and the loud noise of an explosion filled the teen stud's ears as he ejaculated spurt after spurt of his male essence into his mother's vagina. Only as he began to catch his breath did he realize something was amiss.

"What was that?" Marlena asked, looking towards the window, where only the blue-white light of the moon now streamed in. "I think a transformer blew."

"I thought that was my climax." Ryan gasped. "Was it a real explosion?"

"I don't know, I think so." his mother said.

"I'll go see." Ryan offered. The teen reluctantly pulled his still-throbbing meat from his mother's well-filled vagina, enjoying the sight of her spread legs and her thick pubic bush as he dismounted her and got off the bed. He went to the window and looked out.

"The power is off on the whole block." Ryan said.

"It's eerie." Marlena replied, the stillness of the night in the dark seeming to add to her sensations of having just been fucked, the wetness between her legs and the sight of her muscular naked son's ass as he looked out the window adding yet more.

"It must have been the transformer right across the street that exploded." Ryan said. "The one right in front of the Schelle's house." He was looking across the street, seeing nothing.

"Come on back to bed." Marlena said invitingly. "With the power out, I guess there's only one way for us to... entertain ourselves."

Ryan looked back at the bed. In the dim light he could see his mother stretched out luxuriously on his bed, her body magnificent, her face beautiful and framed by her black hair, the arches of her feet made even more shapely by the high heel slides. He loved fucking his mother, and he felt his youthful cock hardening, wanting more.

Just then he whirled back to the window as a movement caught his eye at the edge of his vision. Was that a black car that had just pulled out of the Schelle's driveway? He was only able to get a brief glimpse of it.

"What time is it?" Marlena asked, then looked at the bedside clock, which was battery-operated. It was 9:38pm.

"Come here, son." Marlena said, sitting up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, her feet on the floor. "Let me get you ready for more."

Ryan walked away from the window and back to the bed until he was right in front of his mother, his hardening cock just inches from her lovely face. "Yeah, Mom, suck my cock."

Marlena did not reply but suited his order to her deed as her hand gripped the base of his cock and guided him into her hungry mouth. She heard and felt her son's moan as she began to deeply suck him. As he rapidly grew hard again and began fucking her lovely face, Marlena moaned, the thought that she was eagerly giving her teen son head while denying his father that pleasure only adding to her own nasty delight...

Part 2 - Dorm Room Daughter

"Oh God, YES! Fuck me with that monster!" the beautiful girl gasped before letting her mouth once again descend on the large man-meat in front of her. She was on her hands and knees, and the boy lying in front of her just watched as she vigorously sucked his cock, then he looked over her back as the other young stud plowed his monstrous ten inch cock in and out of the her sopping wet snatch.

"Damn, you are one hot bitch." the young man getting his cock sucked said. He was on the University football team and had an extremely powerful physique. They were in the other boy's dorm room on the campus.

He'd heard of this hot babe before: her name was Karen Warner, she was nineteen and one of the most drop-dead gorgeous young women on campus, and she had a reputation.... she was nicknamed Karen "Wild Child" Warner. She was so promiscuous that she had caught the attention of the sex psychology professor, Dr. Laura Fredricson, who had enrolled the girl in a study of the biochemistry and genetics of nymphomaniac women.

"Fuck her, Ted!" the football player said to the other guy, thinking of a different kind of 'biochemistry' that they boys were dumping into the girl. He had only met this guy when Karen Warner had literally picked up both of them up at a bar just off campus, asking them if they could handle fucking her in a threesome. They had both agreed, eager to fuck this gorgeous woman, and had gone to the other boy's room on the fourth floor of the main dorm.

The football player was fascinated at how the young woman was taking the hung boy's thrusts, accommodating his enormous size as he relentlessly plowed her cunt into a frothy lather.

The football player had already come inside the woman while young Ted watched and fucked Karen's face; now their positions were reversed and Ted was tearing that pussy up... which only made Karen beg for more. He looked down at her face as his hard penis disappeared into the girl's mouth... damn, she was beautiful! he thought. And she can suck a basketball through a garden hose. Unnnh....

"I'm going to come." Ted announced. "I'm going to fucking come in your tight little cunt, baby!"

"Yeah, give it to me, shoot that big load into me!" Karen begged, her voice husky and raw. She loved feeling men come inside her, flooding her womanhood with their hot seed...

Time passed. Ted looked at the clock on his desk; it was nearly midnight. They'd been talking and drinking after the last round of sex, and Karen "Wild Child" Warner's thirst for sex had been unquenchable. He looked at the incredibly hot sight on his bed. Karen was lying on her back, the football player on top of her, fucking his big cock into her with all the athletic power he could muster.

Her long, beautiful legs were trapped under the guy's powerful chest, her ankles draped over his broad, muscular shoulders. Her black hair seemed to glow in the light as she cooed and moaned, obviously enjoying the brutally hard fucking the football player was throwing into her, seeming to feel no discomfort even when Ted had rammed his ten inch monster up into her.

Ted watched their coupled loins as they fucked, seeing her cuntlips cling to the thick cock slicing in and out of her, enjoying the sight of her totally shaved pussy being used as a pussy was meant to be used.

The sound startled all of them. It was Karen's cell phone, sitting on the desk, the musical ringtone blaring, interrupting the sounds of pleasure that had filled the room.

"Let it go." Karen moaned. "Keep fucking me!" The young man complied, continuing his thrusts, but beginning to tire and lose power.

The trio ignored the phone again, but moments later, it blared a third time, demanding to be acknowledged.

"For cryin' out loud!" Karen moaned. The football player took the opportunity to dismount the college beauty. She was far and away the best fuck he'd ever had, but not even he and this other super-well-hung guy could satisfy her sexual needs.

"What the fuck IS it?" Karen screamed into the phone as she answered it. The boys just watched her as her face changed from anger to shock.

"What the hell do you want, Seth!... Wha... What?! Oh my God! Dad's dead?" she gasped....

Part 3 - The 'Chelle Chelle' Crime Scene

"Whaddya got, Ross?" I asked as I walked up to the back of the house at 10:00pm. The house was in a district to the north of downtown, fairly affluent but not where the 'hot rich' that were further northwest lived. I vaguely remembered Laura telling me that a lot of University professors and employees lived in this area of Town.

A fire truck and two electrical trucks were in front of the house, as well as several police cars. There was no power in the neighborhood; portable klieg lights lit up the back yard and deck like a football stadium during a night game.

"Electrocution, sir." Detective Cindy Ross replied. I looked into the hot tub of the back deck, wherein a naked woman was lying dead. She was a "big girl", voluptuous and big-boned heavy, but her belly wasn't blatantly fat. Her hair was wet, but I could tell it was not black but a dark red or auburn color. A fleeting thought crossed my mind that Lainie of my I.T. department was going to end up 'big' like this if she let herself go. I let that thought go as I noticed the plugged-in radio 'boom box' in the hot tub with the dead woman.

"Stop calling me 'sir', Cindy. And you did not call me here because a radio fell into this woman's hot tub." I observed. "What's the full story? And... why is Croyle here?" I'd just noticed Teresa Croyle talking to some uniformed officers on the other side of the deck, nearly hidden around the other side of the house.

"One bite at a time: her name is Dr. Michelle Schelle, say that three times fast." Cindy replied. "She's 43 years old, married, no children, and she's a professor at the University. English Department. Nicknamed 'Chelle Chelle'. Say that three times fast. Yes, that actually came up on Myron's record search."

"Call in Captain Maxwell of the Campus Police." I said. "Let's get her in here so she'll be up to speed from the get-go if we need to talk to people on Campus."

"You talking about me?" said Cpt. Britt Maxwell as she came up to us. The house's garage was at the front left, but to the right side of the house there were two long strips of concrete that ran to the backyard, and a large concrete pad in the back right corner of the yard. Along with the deck and hot tub, most of the back yard was consumed. Britt had walked up that driveway, as I had.

"I called her when I called you and found out the victim's occupation." Cindy Ross said, a bit too smoothly.

"Good job, Cindy. Yes, Britt, we're talking about you in the most inappropriate terms possible." I said, teasing her. I knew that Cindy had not called Britt... they'd been together when the call came in to Cindy, and the story was cover. Their interrupted liaison was not my concern at this point in time, of course.

"And Teresa is here because of the pot sitting by the hot tub." Cindy continued, hoping to distract me from figuring out about her and Britt, which was way too late because I already knew. "You can see it right there, next to that big glass of wine. Apparently the woman was smoking the bong and drinking the wine. When the uniforms got here, they saw the pot and called in Croyle first, and she called me."

"I see." I said. I had already seen the marijuana, which is why I knew we might need Britt to talk to people on campus... about Dr. Schelle's drug use habits.

"Thank God they didn't call Ikea." I said, a bit of a slip on my part which caused Cindy to smile. "So start from the top, chronologically."

"Okay: the power company got an alarm of a major transformer blowout at 9:35pm. The transformer in front of this house was completely blown out, and it tripped a breaker at the substation, knocking out power to this entire area. The power company people got here along with some of our Town Police, and a neighbor said they heard something like a scream or yelp right at the time of the power outage. The police walked down the path and found the body. They didn't attempt to touch anything because they feared there might be a live wire somewhere, but the power company guys assured me that all power stopped when the transformer exploded. They also said that this was a 'no-shit' blowout." Cindy said.

"So why did you call me?" I asked.

"This one's right up your alley, Mr. Holmes." Cindy said, her voice level but the underlying teasing humor noticeable. "The plug-in that the radio is in was one of those breaker-types like those required in all kitchens and bathroom where there's water. You can see it there in the wall panel. The radio falling into the water would've tripped that, and then the breaker in the fuse box, and maybe then the main breaker to the house... but no way it blows the hell out of a transformer."

"And you're calling me 'Mr. Holmes', Sherlock?" I replied. Cindy almost successfully hid how pleased she was at the compliment in my return repartee. "So what did the power company peeps say about that?" She did not get a chance to answer.

"Lieutenant!" I heard a voice call out. It was Patrolman Rudistan, accompanied by a short heavy-set man in the uniform and safety vest of the electric power company. I went over to them and introduced myself to him.

I asked "Is there any way you can keep the power to this house off while getting the rest of the neighborhood back up?"

"Yes sir." the man said, then explained what they'd have to do. "But we can have everything else back on in about an hour."

"That'll be great." I said. I did not want citizens to be deprived of power overnight and be reporting that to their Town Council representatives. "By the way, what do you make of this outage?"

"Never seen anything like it, sir." the power company man said. "Except for lightning strikes, maybe. I've never seen anything pull this much juice that it actually tripped at the substation."

I thanked the power company man and returned to the deck, looking at the fatal scene.

"Does this woman have family?" I asked Cindy.

"Yes, her husband is Robert Schelle. He's 42 years old, they've been married about 20 years. He runs a consulting and contracting company, Schelle Electrical Engineering Services, 'S-E-E-S' for short."

"And where is he now?" I asked as I put on gloves and opened the doors underneath the hot tub.

"We're trying to find him. The cell phone number we have was not answered and I left a voicemail."

There was a small "shed" attached to the back corner of the house next to the path upon which I had walked up. The door was open and as I shined a flashlight in, I could see that the fusebox was inside... and there was scoring around the main fuse where it'd blown out from the shock. On the floor of the shed was a lawnmower, which I noted was run by electricity, not gasoline. Orange extension cords hung on the sides of the walls, and below the fuse box I noticed two electrical plug-in outlets. The acrid odor of an electrical short could still be smelled.

"If we weren't having decent weather," I said, as Cindy, Teresa and Britt gathered around me, "I'd say lightning struck this house or the transformer." And then my eyes fell on the concrete pad in the back yard. And I understood.

"Cindy, Teresa, put out the word. Everyone is to stop what they are doing and not touch anything! Is there a Crime Lab team here?" I asked.

"No." Cindy said. "Just a team from the Coroner's Office to handle the body."

"Call in a full Crime Lab team." I said, going into 'command' mode and giving crisp, clear orders. "Cindy, when they get here, have them check every one of these extension cords for exposed wiring. We've been walking up and down this path and have probably destroyed any evidence there, but look for anything that's been dropped or footprints that might have come from rubber-soled shoes. Look for tire tracks on this path leading up to the backyard, also.

"Teresa, I'd like you to take some of the uniformed guys here and start knocking on doors around here. I want to know if anyone saw any cars drive into this driveway or out of it. Anything out of the norm.

"Last, if we cannot contact the husband by midnight, put out an APB for him. We've absolutely got to find him ASAP."

"Okay boss, you gotta tell us what we're looking for here. What's going on?" Cindy said, trying hard to slow me down. Sometimes my mind ran ahead of everything and she was right that they needed to be brought up to speed.

"This wasn't an accident." I said. "If I'm right,...

"And you always are..." Cindy replied mischievously but witheringly as I paused. I just looked back at her as I finished:

"...then this wasn't an accident. It's murder."

Part 4 - The Anthony Warner Crime Scene

At 10:20 I received a call on my cell phone. It was Crime Lab Supervisor Tanya Perlman.

"The Crime Lab team is already here." I said as soon as I answered.

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Gary-7

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4 September 2009

Why am i turned on by shemales (transsexuals)?

My Name is Chris I’m 21 years old.
I have been watching shemale porn for around 5 years.
I have a girlfriend who i have been going out with for 4 years and we have our own house and a loving relationship.
shes been dropping hints about shemales and i think she has found some porn on the computer.
i don’t like men i just get turned on by shemales/TV’s. and normal women .
i cant talk to anyone about this as i am to embarrassed so i don’t know what to do .
should i stop watching the porn .
why am i turned on by shemales so much.

Hillary Greer

Hi Chris,

Thanks for asking Alterheros your question. I understand that when you discover something that might appear to be unconventional and out of the ordinary about yourself you might start to wonder and worry about where this thing came from, what it means about you, and when it will go away.

Before I continue though, since some people do consider the term ‘she-male’ to be pejorative I will be using the term transsexual in answering your question (I understand that we are only talking about male to female transsexuals who still have male genitals).

It is common for people to fantasize about something that is considered to be taboo, risky, and different. In particular, straight males fantasizing about transsexuals is so common that the book ‘Guide to getting it on’ by Paul Joannides (2007) features a section about it. Just because you fantasize about something, does not mean that you want to do it yourself. Fantasies are often best kept that way, and many times when fantasies become real, the result is not at all what had been expected (think about someone who fantasizes about a three-way but feels uncomfortable and unpleasant when they actually decide to go through with one). Fantasies are often just that, nothing more.

In short, there is nothing wrong with you. If you enjoy it, if it works for you, if it isn’t hurting anyone then no, I don’t think you need to necessarily stop watching porn with transsexuals. What you might want to consider doing is talking to your girlfriend about this. It might make you uncomfortable and nervous, but talking about sex and your desires with your partner can be a really intimate experience. Especially if she has already been suspecting it, you might help her and be able to answer some questions she might have. Maybe she is confused, and even worried that you are hiding this from her. Open communication can be a rather important part of a healthy relationship. Also, being open with your girlfriend about this fantasy might open up some doors for you to explore it some more if you want.

I hope this helped. Good luck, Chris! Let us know if you have anymore questions.

Hillary, for Alterheros


July/August - Pehaps ongoing submission, untitled, Part 1

July/August - Pehaps ongoing submission, untitled, Part 1

Mistress M. Mistress M.
The life of a slave in the Kingdom might be thrust upon a citizen for many reasons. One, being having owed a life debt, another being a spoil of War. Unfortunately for Rilan, it was neither. She was born to two slaves who were used specifically for breeding, and sold to her Mistress, Rosaria, at age nine. Her youngest of years were spent as a play mate for her Rosaria's daughter Celest. When Rilan became of age 16, she was often the eye of Rosaria's potential suitors as she was a widow, and Mistress Rosaria often received several offers for Rilans purchase. However, it was never a deal that was made, due to the Widow Rosaria using it as a reason to keep the suitors visiting.

Her life was unabridged, living under the household of Rosaria. As long as Rilan did her chores, and kept Celest company, Rilan was allowed to do very much what she pleased. Rosaria was not the strictest of Mistresses, and the household of the three kept running smoothly. By the age of 15, Rilan became the head of the servants, and oversaw that the matters of the estate were run correctly, and that the other slaves were doing their jobs as well. Her position of such gave her small perks, as Rosaria clothed her more appropriately then other slaves, so she was given clothes more fitting of someone of the lower middle class then that of a slave.

At age 17, Celeste was married off to a very rich Baron, and it left Rilan and Rosaria together as Mistress and slave. Despite the Estate having over one hundred servants and slaves, it was Rilan that Rosaria chose to keep at her side as her right and left hands. Rosaria was very comfortable in Rilan's ability to handle the estate, and she did so very well, leaving Rosaria's financial situation always on the brightest side of things. Unlike the other servants who would be shackled, Rosaria permitted Rilan to sleep on a pallet of furs at the base of her bed unchained, because the Mistress knew and understood the loyalty that Rilan had pledged to her.

However, shortly after Rilan turned 18, Rosaria became ill. Rilan did not leave her Mistress's side as she was dying, but the slave's plight to save her Mistress did not change the course of fate. Two months after Rosaria fell ill, the Mistress passed into the next world. Celeste and her husband would return to the Estate, to take the funds and to sell everything off.

Despite having been nearly a sister to Celeste as the two grew up together, Celeste chose to sell Rilan to an exotics auction. The woman
could not bare peer upon the woman who had failed to save her mother.

And that, is where our story begins.

The auction was small that day. The influx of slaves deemed to be of the 'exotic' form, appeared to be fewer and further between. However, it did not change the course of the auctions beginnings, as a large, brunette man approached the cell that Rilan was in. He paused, staring into the cell, almost caught off guard by the woman that he would find inside. It however, did not last long, as he threw the cage door open, and grabbed her by her hair. Rilan was jerked from the cage, and pulled close to the man's frame. With a simple flick of his wrist, the small thigh-length tunic she wore was cut from her body.

In the damp, dusty light and air of the Auction house, her skin still seemed to glisten. Rilan was much to be desired, as her skin was flawless in near every way. No scar would be found from the tail of a whip, no freckles of imperfection across her face. Her facial features were petite, simple, yet they held a soft tone of perhaps someone from the High Class, nobility. Her cheekbones were delicately set high, her eyes the brightest blue that the man that held her had ever seen. Her lips were large and plump, a natural dark rosed hue that stood out against her alabaster skin. The locks of hair that sprouted in a glorious mane of Stygian tresses and curls danced down over her plump, large breasts in the front, and down to the small of her back as well. The slave, the man realized, was certainly exotic as well.

The man took one of his large, stubby hands, and grasped her arms, throwing her back against the cage door. A single finger would travel down, thrusting into her sex. The sudden act of such a violation caused Rilan to scream, and attempt to kick the man as he felt up into her frame.

“Ah, a virgin.... You'll fetch a good price at the auction today, little mare.” the man smiled, his crooked teeth showing in all of it's hideous glory. He withdrew his finger, and fetched a set of shackles from his belt and forced them down around her wrists. Within another moment, he picked the Rilan up, throwing her over his shoulder, and wandered to the auction post.

The man threw Rilan against the post, shackling her hands above her head. There was little she could do other then cross her legs and hope to preserve some amount of modesty from the large crowd of men that stood before her. However, even this amount of modesty would not be granted to her, as the man took each leg after she had done so, and shackled each one spread as far as he could and allow her to be able to stand on her own, to the floor. The auctioneer waited no time to begin the bidding.

“This one comes to us with the name given as Rilan. She is a pure slave, coming from the household of a Mistress. Unmarked, and with a bit of force, perhaps a very fine slave to take to bed.” the auctioneer began, “The bidding will start at 300 gold.”

A short man near the front raised his hand, “Three hundred!”
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Mistress M. Mistress M.
“Gentlemen....This woman is far too fine to go for a simple-” the auctioneer was cut off at that moment, as another man chimed in.
“Three-fifty!” a young, large man shouted from near the back of the Auction House.
“We have Three-Fifty, do I hear Four?”
“Four Seventy-Five!”
Rilan couldn't hear the counter offers anymore, as she stared into the crowd. Those blue orbs caught their gaze upon an old man who seemed to be watching her as she watched him. His eyes were aged, softened, and it seemed as if they were calculating. Finally, the Auctioneer seemed to be narrowing down the bidding.
“Six hundred...Going once!” Going Tw-...”
The old man who had intently been staring at her gave her a firm nod, as he shouted, “One thousand, one hundred!”
The number was astounding, and the house went quiet.
“We have One Thousand, One Hundred! Going Once...Going Twice.....” the auctioneer paused a moment before slamming his hammer down upon the wooden planks of his stand, “SOLD! To the oldman! Better luck next time boys!”
Rilan was then taken back into the rooms behind the Auction house. A small woman, who worked at the auction, found her way back to Rilan. The woman took her measurements, her bust, waist, hips, legs and even the length of her arms. Finally as standard with a slave, she took the measurements around her neck, wrists and ankles as well.
After the woman left, the old man would also find his way back to her. He walked around her, inspecting her for some time. Finally, he would walk to her, take her by her chin, and make her look him in the eyes as he spoke.
“In one weeks time, you will be taken from this Auction House, and to your new home. You are to serve a man by the name of Darius De'Lamour. You will serve him well.” the old man seemed to be looking her over again, and giving a nod. “You will do nicely.”

The old man had been true to his word. Rilan remained in the dingy old Auction house for a period of seven days. When she was to be transported, her arms were bound behind her back, and she was blindfolded. She was unsure of where she was taken, or how long it took to get there, but she was familiar with the sound of a large stone door opening, and the feel of hard wood floor beneath her feet. She was at her new residence, she realized.

The room that she led to was large. Or at least, she thought that it was large. The blindfold was done well enough that she could see nothing, but the senses of sound and touch were heightened. She was in a room with a fireplace, and she could hear the fire crackling behind her. She was near it, as her still naked form could feel the warmth of the fire radiating against her back as her transporters forced her down onto her knees. Her thighs were again, forced apart, and her hands were chained down to the floor between her thighs.

She heard the men who had brought her, trample off towards the door. Two other footsteps entered, one loud against the floor, the other barely heard. There were voices. One, the old man she held a small familiarity with, the other, a man whom she could not recognize.

“She is very pretty, Aaron. Of course, she had better not have been anything less for the price you paid for her.” the unfamiliar voice stated. There was an eerie coolness to it, and it sent a shiver up her spine.
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Mistress M. Mistress M.
Aaron, the old man, spoke with a bit of a light chuckle. “It has been a long time since you have had a female companion, my friend. I felt that it was only fitting that you have the loveliest of the Auction.”

“Indeed. And it does seem that you know my tastes quite well. However, she is rather dirty. You would think that a purchase such as pricey as hers would warrant a bath before being brought to the Master.”

“Indeed, I am sorry Darius. I will take her to the baths if you wish it.”

“It is not needed, Aaron. Simply go to your new home and rest. I will take care of the matter personally, as I will grow to know my new girl as well.”

There was the old man walking again, she realized. The door opened, and shut with a heavy thud, followed by the lighter footsteps of the man she knew now by voice as Darius, her new master. Her hands were then unlocked. She could feel the soft fingertips of long fingers weave around the lock and free her, before the same long, slender fingers wove themselves suddenly up into her hair, dragging her to her feet. Darius said nothing to her, as drug her from the room.

They made several changes, twisting down one hallway and then down another. She did her best to make no sound as she was drug into a room, where she could hear the pleasant sound of water dripping.

“Stand here.” the man demanded, as he let her hair go. Her knees were shaking hard, and she did her best to remain standing as the man had sternly ordered her so. It was only a few minutes before he had her by her hair again, leading her to the waters edge, and down into what she believed to be a pool-like bath of some sort. It was heated by fires that were surrounding it, she realized, hearing again, the sound of fire crackling.

Her hands were then bound in front of her, holding her arms to what she thought might have been the edge of the pool, as her hands could grasp the ledge. She was waist deep in water, and she could feel the presence of the man still in the bath with her. He left her for a few breif moments, before returning. His hands would slowly run up and over her back. Those hands...they were almost like a womans, smooth and soft, and long. His hands had soap on them, she could feel too, the cold soap being applied to her form. He was doing it with his bare hands. Why would a Master bathe a slave? Especially with his bare hands? She did not understand the gesture, but perhaps within a deeper meaning, the man wished to take in every aspect of his new property, much like a boy who received a new toy. His hands would run the course of her back, and slowly under her arms before they found their way to her stomach. Across the length of her petite stomach they ran, and slowly up over the Rilans large, plump breasts. He teased the perks of her nipples for just a moment, feeling them, before his hands would dive below the water to her lush thighs. He would take his time, feeling the muscle in each of her thighs, before his fingertips would brush against her sex, with the movements of a swift lover. He did not tarry while performing his work as he, just as the man at the auction did, slid a finger deep into her velvet folds, feeling for the barrier he had been promised. When he was satisfied with having found it, he withdrew his finger, pulling his hand away from her. He would then wash her hair next, using what she guessed was a basin or bowl to rinse the soap from it.
08/06/2012
Mistress M. Mistress M.
It was shortly after this, her arms were untied from the side of the pool, and he grabbed her by her hair again, dragging her through the manor once more. He did not speak to her again, instead he simply continued to move his way down, forcing her to follow him. She moved along behind him with as great of a stride as she could muster, trying to keep up with his smooth gait. He lead her to a room, and into it. She could not particularly realize what he was doing until she was forced onto something plush, a bed, she realized. The shackles around her arms were bound to what she thought was a headboard, just above where her head lay against a pillow. She tried to struggle against him, but his strength was nothing like anyone whom she'd met thus far. He pinned her down easily, and the next thing she knew, his lips were crushing down against her own, his bare frame against her own.

Her screams fell against nothing but death ears. His hands moved up against her breasts, fondling each plump breast with skilled hands. Darius used his own weight between her legs to hold her down against the bed, and while her legs would kick out, she could not manage to free herself of his weight down upon her.

His honeyed voice could be heard against her ear suddenly, yet in a harsher tone than the one he had used previously. “You are my property, I will use you how I wish. It will only be get better for you if you learn not to fight me.”

She struggled more, managing to keep him from his goal, but it did not last long. Finally, she gave up trying, and fell down against the bed. It was a simple sign of her submission, giving into the needs of her new master. He seemed quite pleased with himself, as he reached down, finally removing the blindfold that kept her vision so compromised. She found herself staring up into the face of a young man, who carried a set of haunted, gray eyes, and dark brown hair. He was incredibly handsome, his body like a fine artwork, chiseled from marble. She turned her head, looking away from him, only to have a hand move up to force her eyes back onto his.

“Now, be a good little slut, and part your legs further.” he demanded. Swallowing hard, Rilan did her best to part her thighs against her own wishes. Darius moved then, like a man with a prize to claim, taking one of her long slender legs and holding it in the air, as he thrust himself roughly into her honey spot, giving it one full thrust, pushing his stiff, long member deep into her core. He held himself there, seeming to savor the conquest he held over her body in that moment. She screamed in pain, forcing her head to the side. Her mind was spinning, clamoring to try to figure out a way to remove herself from the situation she was in, but it was at a hopeless trend. Her hands were bound far too secure above her head, as she pulled at the restraint it did nothing but cause the skin of her wrists to begin to bruise.

He began to thrust into her, pulling his shaft from her body, and thrusting back into her with a bit of force, much like that of a battering ram. The pain from her small barrier subsided, and the sensations that took over as he continued to push his manhood into her body changed. It was almost as if he was waiting for this, as from the corner of her eye she could see a grin spread across his face.

She could feel an odd pressure building at the base of her spine. It was new, it was unique to anything she had felt before, and to keep from making any sound of pleasure she bit down hard into her lip. She was not about to let her Conqueror know that he had won, at least not while she could avoid it. Suddenly she reached her climax, the first her body had ever felt. Biting her lip was no longer an option as the sensation moved down through her toes, curling them, and she let out a long, loud moan.

“Mmm.....Thats my good pet..” he dove down against her breast as her climax was still trembling her body, and she suddenly felt a sharp bite to her breast. She cringed in pain, but it was a masked pain, from the feeling of her body writhing beneath Darius. He clung to her breast for several moments, and she began to feel somewhat sleepy, tired. Finally, he pulled away, and the horror of what he'd done struck her. Blood trickled like wine down his bottom lip, and in her breast, two holes formed by sharp canines. She screamed like a murderer was in her midst, which for all she knew, he was. She scrambled again, fighting to get away from him.

Darius simply brought his lips up against her ear, and whispered harshly to her. “If you decide you wish to continue living, my little slut, you'll learn to hold in your screams. He seemed to be done with her for this moment, as he reached up swiftly, unlocking her arms. He drug her form, kicking and screaming from the bed, throwing her to the floor, which was covered by a bear fur, at the foot of his bed. Her arms were shackled to one of the bedposts.

“Sleep. For tomorrow night, your true training begins.” he spat, before returning to his bed. “It is nearly daybreak. You are to be awake by nightfall.” Darius drew the heavy black curtains around the canopy bed closed, and not another word was heard from him.

She lay awake on the fur, her head reeling, for what seemed to be ages...

Until finally, a melancholy slumber finally found her.
08/06/2012
Airen Wolf Airen Wolf
Welcome back! What an ambitious work. I like the premise of this story and found it very entertaining. Good Job!

I found several areas that could use a good editing...it's like you were going in one direction and suddenly switched mid-stream. Is this a work in progress or a finished piece? We are going to be opening up the club to do light editing and real story development. Up to you but this could be a really great piece!
08/07/2012
Mistress M. Mistress M.
I'm definitely up for some editing. It is a big work in progress.
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tagSci-Fi & FantasyThree Square Meals Ch. 102

Three Square Meals Ch. 102

John felt soft fingers brushing against his leg, the touch gentle and inquisitive as those fingertips explored his muscles. The girl caressing him was hesitant at first, then grew bolder, a second hand joining the first in caressing his thighs. Glancing down he spotted a purple elfin face looking up at him with an expression caught between excitement and arousal.

"It's time to wake up," Faye whispered, sitting back and letting her hand glide down his leg as she withdrew.

He carefully untangled himself from Rachel and Alyssa, then crawled down the bed to join the sprite. "You were taking considerable liberties considering we haven't even been on a first date yet," he said quietly with a playful smile.

"I've been more than willing," Faye teased him. "I'm just waiting for you to ask me..."

John glanced back at the girls and decided to leave them undisturbed so they could get more sleep. He took Faye's hand and led her towards the bathroom, then closed the door behind them. "I'm sorry I've not arranged that date yet, I don't mean to leave you dangling."

She slipped off her dress and joined him in the shower with a sparkle in her luminous eyes. "I'm only teasing you, don't worry! I see everything on the ship, remember? It's only been a few days since I got my body, but so much has happened since then. The Young Matriarchs, the Brimorians, the Vulkat, Helene, and now all this chaos with the Kintark and the Terrans... You've barely had a moment's peace!"

He laughed and nodded. "It's been the craziest week of my life!"

"I can imagine," Faye agreed, stepping closer and running her dainty hands over his muscular chest. "I'm really looking forward to spending some time with you, but I do understand you have to prioritise."

John frowned and brushed some of her wet hair away from her face. "Now I really feel terrible. Please don't think that I consider you a low priority, Faye."

She shook her head, stood on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm not offended, I promise!" Faye smiled then and continued, "But I am a lower priority right now, that's just the way it is."

"Faye, I-" he started to protest, but she pressed her fingers to his lips and shook her head.

"I'm a homicidal AI, remember? We don't have feelings and are all about twisted logic, right?" she asked him with an impish grin. When he smiled at her joke, she continued, "If you'd been lazing around watching holo-movies and ignoring me, then I'd be plotting my diabolical revenge, but I know that isn't the case. The organic girls must take priority with your time, since you stand to gain much more from interacting with them."

"Your friendship with me is important, Faye. I don't want you to think that I'm ignoring you because of your nature," he said quietly, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

"Every time you're with any of them, you grow stronger," she said, turning to kiss his fingertips. "But they all need time with you, whereas I just want your company. It might seem like semantics but it's an important distinction. Helene needed you to restore her fertility, and now you have, she'll be devoted to you forever. The Nymphs are all desperate to be connected with you and you stand to gain so much from making that connection. Jehanna deserves to join us after everything she's just been through, and you don't have much time to make Devereux a secret Lioness before the two of you part ways."

John sighed and shook his head. "I hate how regimented this has all become. I've literally got a queue of women waiting for me to fill their stomachs with cum."

Faye gave him a sympathetic look. "It must be a terrible burden having so many women desperate to give you a blowjob."

He spotted the mischief in her eyes and laughed as he gave her a fond hug. "Alright, I freely admit I'm leading a pretty blessed existence at the moment, but I am feeling... confined. I'm missing the spontaneity of choosing who to be with."

"It won't be for long. Besides, we're taking things slowly remember? As curious as I am to know what being inflated by your cum feels like, it won't actually do anything for me. You'll actually be able to make a big difference to the lives of those other women, so I'm happy to wait while you help them out," she said with a cheerful smile.

John stroked her arm and looked into her big expressive eyes. "You're such a sweet girl, Faye. I'm very lucky to have you in my life."

She held her breath as he leaned down to kiss her, but he turned away from her pursed lips at the last moment to place a tender kiss on her cheek. The purple sprite moaned with desire and frustration, then she squeaked, "I changed my mind! We need to go on our first date as soon as possible!"

"I'll make time for you soon, I promise," he said, a broad smile on his face.

Faye grinned at him with anticipation. "I can't wait!"

They enjoyed the rest of their shower together, with Faye relishing the chance to explore his body as she washed him. For John, the elfin girl's petite figure was an intriguing change from the rest of the crew's statuesque proportions and he savoured the difference as he soaped down her apple-sized breasts. Faye's eyelids fluttered as she responded to his careful touch, letting out soft sighs of pleasure as his hands slid over her slick purple skin.

Looking up into his eyes, she said with regret, "This feels absolutely wonderful, but Lynette is asking for you..."

He paused, with his fingers poised over her dark purple nipples. "I thought you were planning to leave your body with her?" Giving her erect nubs a gentle tweak, he added, "Obviously not..."

Faye gasped at the sudden sensation, then bashfully admitted, "I've got one of my holographic avatars watching her at the moment, I came up to the bedroom to give you your wake-up call."

"It was an excellent decision, Watch Commander," John said with a smile, as he shut off the shower. "Thanks for keeping me company this morning, I really enjoyed it."

"It was my pleasure, Admiral!" she exclaimed with a delighted grin, giving him a cheeky salute.

Eyeing the aroused state of her nipples, he nodded. "So I see."

Faye giggled, the purple bloom in her cheeks darkening as she got dressed. They walked out into the bedroom and John glanced at the bed as Alyssa started to stir.

The blonde gave him a brilliant smile. *Morning, handsome.*

*You might as well stay in bed, there's no need for you to get up,* he said kindly. *I'm just going to speak with Devereux, but I'll be back in a few minutes. We can have a chat with Helene when she wakes up, then have our team debrief.*

*Whatever my mighty Progenitor Master orders,* Alyssa replied, blowing him a kiss. She snuggled in with Rachel, then Calara turned to wrap her arms around her lover from behind. *I'll console myself with your brunettes while I long for your return...*

He waved goodbye before getting dressed, then accompanied Faye from the bedroom and headed down to the Medical Bay. Devereux didn't seem surprised when the holographic version of Faye winked out and the sprite walked in beside John, making it obvious that she'd become quite at ease with their resident friendly AI.

"Hello, Lynette," John said with a warm smile as he walked over to her bed, noting that she'd been moved from the floating anti-grav gurney while he was asleep. "I hope you've been comfortable."

"I have, thank you. I'm not in any pain at the moment, but I feel so helpless..." Her answering smile faded as she glanced down at her legs.

"We'll get you fixed up very soon, don't worry," he said, his voice soothing. "Rachel's still asleep, but if this is upsetting you, I can get her to-"

Lynette quickly shook her head. "Let the girl rest, I could see how exhausted she was earlier." Meeting his gaze, she continued firmly, "You and I have some things to discuss first."

John sat on the edge of her bed. "Have you made a decision? Remember that Rachel can heal you whatever you decide..."

She nodded, but he could see there was uncertainty in her eyes. "I think so..."

Reaching out to hold her hand, he said, "I'm guessing by your hesitation that you're considering accepting my offer. Before you make any final decision, would you let me know what Alyssa and Rachel told you? I just want to make sure you're fully informed."

The older woman nodded, then quietly repeated everything that the two girls had explained. John listened attentively, relieved to hear that they had left nothing out, including the likely changes that Lynette should expect to her personality as well as the physical and intellectual enhancements she would receive.

"I'm trying my best to trust you, John," Lynette said at the end. "But as I said earlier, you scare me. I want to believe that your offer is quite genuine, but I can't help having doubts... especially after what happened with Gabrielle Lynton."

"That's perfectly understandable. We've basically just told you that my cum is like some kind of magical elixir of life, granting you eternal youth. Even though it's true, that's still a wildly implausible story to swallow... if you'll excuse the pun."

She blushed and gave him a shy smile. "I'll certainly have to swallow... your story... to find out if it's true."

He laughed and she joined him, easing the tension.

John cleared his throat. "I know this is awkward and a bit embarrassing; it is for me too. I can see you're afraid of me and the nature of my abilities must make that choice even more... intimidating." He brushed his thumb over her hand and continued, "But I promise there's no sexual motive behind this, I just want to help you."

Lynette looked embarrassed now, but for an entirely different reason. "I know I'm not beautiful like your girls..." she murmured, feeling self-conscious and turning away from him.

"I didn't mean it like that, Lynette," he said quietly. "Would you let me look at you please?"

She did as he asked, not resisting as he cupped her chin in his hand, bringing her head up so that he could get a good look at her face. He turned her slowly from side to side, studying her features with an appraising eye. Being coldly objective, she was right; Lynette wasn't a particularly attractive woman. Her nose was a little too large for her face, while her jawline was too strong and her cheekbones too low to meet classic standards of feminine beauty. While she was fairly plain-looking, he certainly wouldn't describe her as ugly, and he knew that a few minor changes would make a dramatic difference.

Releasing her chin, John gave her a reassuring smile. "When I first met the girls, most of them didn't look like they do now. Don't worry, you'll be just as beautiful as they are when I'm finished." Lynette looked highly dubious, so John continued, "What I meant before, about there being no sexual motive for me, is that I'm already in an intimate relationship with over twenty women. I wasn't criticising your appearance, I promise."

She relaxed and tentatively returned his smile. "Okay, I believe you."

John kept his expression as open as possible. "You've done a lot for me over the past few months, Lynette. I want to help you in return and this 'gift', as Rachel calls it, is the best way I can reward you. We don't actually need to have any intimate contact to do this if it makes you uncomfortable... did Alyssa tell you about Jade?"

Lynette looked thoughtful as she remembered what she'd heard about the Nymph. "I think I'd prefer that... if you don't mind?"

"Sure, that's no problem," he replied, feeling a little relieved. "I'll have Jade feed you once and see how you feel afterwards. It's only after the third time that there'll be a connection between you and Alyssa, so if you do change your mind before then that's perfectly alright with me."

"If I don't change my mind?" she asked softly.

John lowered his hand to her tummy, gently resting it on her middle-aged paunch. "Then Jade will keep you full of my cum over the next few days while we repair the Invictus. Giving you an identical body to Alyssa would take at least a week, but you'll be surprised what we can accomplish in even half that time. I can always finish the Change the next time we return to Terra."

"What about the connection between myself, Alyssa, and you?" Lynette asked cautiously. "What consequences will that have for me?"

He sat back and sighed. "If I was a normal Progenitor, that connection would mean your enslavement as my Thrall, just as my adversary enslaved Gabrielle. Alyssa or I would be able to issue you commands that you would instantly obey without question, but I swear to you that it doesn't work that way with me... at least not any more." He gave her a wry smile. "The girls seem to delight in ignoring my orders at the moment."

Lynette had heard a similar explanation from Alyssa and was relieved when he corroborated her story. She was curious to find out more about why the connection had changed, but decided not to push any further, as she could see that this was an uncomfortable subject for him.

John decided to fill the momentary lull in conversation. "Did Alyssa go into the details of her adding you to her network of girls and being able to communicate with you telepathically?"

Lynette nodded. "Yes, she also explained that adding me makes you stronger. The closer friends we become, the more... energy... I'll contribute to you."

"Friendship and trust," he replied sincerely. "Those seem to be the key to a strong connection. I'm not going to lie to you, Lynette. I want to trust you, because I really need your help."

"To prepare the Federation for the fight against the other Progenitor?" she asked, watching him intently.

"Partially," he conceded. "I'm already working with Charles towards that goal, but if you were Fleet Admiral, it would make everything much, much easier. Honestly though, I just need to make sure High Command won't keep trying to stab me in the back. I will not stand for another underhanded attack on me, with rogue admirals going after my girls like Buckingham did with Jehanna Elani. Calara and Rachel both have family in the Terran Federation and I can't always be around to protect them."

"What would you do if they were attacked?" Lynette asked in a hushed voice.

"If there was any hint that anyone in the Admiralty was behind it, I'd be forced to take steps..." he replied ominously.

"What kind of steps?" she pushed, her hazel eyes going wide.

"There'd be a sudden wave of exceptionally bright young women advancing up through the ranks... people I know I could trust," John said, meeting her anxious gaze. "Then for the first time in Terran Federation history, we'd have an all-female Admiralty... except for Charles of course." His eyes narrowed. "As for the existing admirals, I'd let Alyssa handle their retirement. Calara's her girlfriend, so if anything happens to the Fernandez family, it would get very... unpleasant."

Lynette blanched, having seen the footage of Carl Weber's death. "I'll make sure nothing ever happens to them..."

John sighed when he saw how alarmed she was. "Lynette, I really don't want to get heavy handed with the Admiralty; in fact, I'd rather not get involved with them at all. But I have to protect my girls, which means protecting the people they care about too. I'm trying to save us from being wiped out by the other Progenitor and I can't afford to waste time watching my back for betrayals from the people I'm trying to defend."

She thought about that for a moment, the tension slowly easing from her body. "Alright, I can see your point. I know what a phenomenal tactician Calara has become, so I appreciate how critical she is to your fight with the other Progenitor. I'll do whatever I can to make sure she's not impaired by grief for her family."

"I love her, Lynette," John said earnestly. "It's not about maintaining Calara's effectiveness in combat, I just don't want her to get hurt."

Her eyes softened and she reached for his hand. "You really do care for her, don't you?"

He nodded. "I feel the same way about all of them. I'll stop at nothing to keep my girls safe."

"And if I became one of you girls?" she asked, with a hint of a smile.

"Then I hope you'd consider an over-protective Progenitor looking out for you as an added perk," he replied, reaching to hold both of her hands.

As they developed an understanding, the door slid open and Jade padded into the Medical Bay without a stitch of clothing on her. "Hello, you two," she said, gliding over to join them. "I hope I'm not intruding?"

John rose to his feet and embraced her. "You look so much better, honey! You've got your natural colour back and everything!"

"I'm fully recovered now, Master, thank you." Jade gave him a loving kiss, then tilted her head to one side as she continued wistfully, "I could feel you healing me... it was absolutely wonderful!"

"You're welcome," he replied, stroking her back.

Jade turned to glance at Lynette over his shoulder and gave her a friendly smile. "Now, what I really want to know, is if you'd like to watch while John gets me ready to feed you?"

Lynette blushed furiously, her cheeks glowing bright pink. John was equally embarrassed, but the Nymph grinned when she didn't hear any objections and slowly sank to her knees...

The Shandrass-class battleship left hyper-warp on the edge of the Epsilon Aquarii system, the star's bright radiance making the Maliri vessel's hull gleam a golden yellow. As the blue tachyon particles dispersed, the warship's engines powered up and the Andresil Enkana swept towards the beautiful green world of Valaden. The system was teeming with activity, more vessels present here now than there'd been for nearly ten-thousand years. The House Valaden flagship ignored the streams of inbound and outbound traffic, the battleship's Trankaran engines allowing it to move at far greater speed than would seem likely for a vessel of its size. As it raced towards Valaden, it made a slight course correction towards the vast starport known as Genthalas Shipyard.

The colossal orbital facility was shaped like a wheel, with over two-thirds of the station now brightly illuminated, and more facilities being brought online by the day. Multiple Maliri war fleets loitered near the shipyard, protecting the starbase while waiting for vessels to complete their refit. However, it wasn't just military vessels present in the system; there were also hundreds of freighters gathered at the largest spaceport in the Maliri Protectorate. Ever since the House Matriarchs had put aside their differences and ended millennia-long internecine warfare, trade between the noble Houses was booming.

Edraele watched through the clear crystal window, smiling in satisfaction at the results of her recent endeavours. She found it gratifying to see how much the Maliri were thriving under John's benevolent leadership and hoped he'd feel a sense of pride in how much he had accomplished already. Butterflies danced in her stomach at the thought of her love's imminent return, and she lost herself in a delightful daydream, imagining how she'd run into his arms when he arrived at Genthalas.

*Alright, let's talk...* Alyssa said, her tone frosty.

Just like that, Edraele's good mood evaporated and she winced when she heard the undercurrent of anger in the teenager's voice. She'd sensed how furious the blonde was before she'd fallen asleep and had hoped that resting for a few hours would have calmed Alyssa's mood. Apparently not.

*I'm sorry, Alyssa,* Edraele began, nervously clasping her hands together as she sat behind her desk. *I just thought that John deserved a realistic appraisal of the situa-*

*Fuck that!* Alyssa snapped, cutting Edraele off as she gave full-bore to her rage. *I'm in charge when it comes to John! You don't get to go behind my back like that!*

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Blackmailed into Black Submission

"Get used to this," she moaned, "your face was made for fucking."

It was the most absurd statement, yet somehow I found it flattering.

"Suck my clit, cunt-licker," she demanded.

I struggled to find her clit as she continued rubbing her pussy on my face, but once I found it, I sucked it between my lips and held on.

It seemed to do the trick as a few seconds later, she screamed, as she grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me hard into her, "I'm comiiiiing, you fucking white cunt-licking slaaaave."

A flush of wetness covered my face as I desperately tried to both catch her cum all the while trying to breath in this confined space.

Thankfully, she let go and demanded, "Get licking lez."

Her cum was leaking out of her pussy and I eagerly lapped it up.

"Gooooood puppy," she moaned, as her body continued to spasm.

I licked and licked for another minute before she pushed my head away. "Shit, you are a keeper."

I looked up from my submissive position and wondered what now.

"Does puppy-lez want to cum?" She asked.

"Woof," I barked, without thinking.

She laughed standing up, "Hmmmm. What to use?"

I watched her walk over to my dresser before grabbing my hairbrush. "Lay on your back and take off your pants and panties, slut."

I obeyed, struggling to get them off in my awkward position.

"Holy shit, have you ever shaved that thing?" She said, her face seemingly horrified by my hairy bush.

"No, Mistress," I admitted.

"Well, that will have to change," she said as she tossed me the hairbrush.

"Go ahead slave, come for your Mistress," she ordered, turning her camera back on.

My pussy so needy, I grabbed the brush, ignoring the camera, I slid the handle easily into my pussy. "Aaaaah," I moaned the instant I filled myself with the wood handle.

"What do you want to be?" She asked.

"A slaaaaave," I moaned, wanting nothing more than to obey her orders.

"A white slave?" She questioned.

"Yes, Mistreeeeess, a white slave ready to please her black Mistress and Master," I whimpered, my orgasm already on the rise.

"What would your daddy say?" She asked.

"Fuck daddy, I'm yoooours," I replied, furiously pumping the makeshift cock in and out of me.

Kneeling down beside me, she slapped my clit hard as she said, "Slut."

I screamed, the pain and pleasure causing a new erotic sensation.

"Slave," she said, again slapping my hard clit.

"Oh God," I whimpered, my orgasm imminent.

"Cunt-licking, Cocksucking, white slut slave," she splattered me with assaults of humiliating terms, each word coming with a slap on my clit until I screamed an orgasm on the word 'slave'.

"Shiiiiiiiiit," I screamed, as the most intense orgasm of my life cascaded through me like a never-ending earthquake. I felt tremors from my head all the way to my toes as my cum leaked out of me like a broken faucet. I had no idea an orgasm could bring such pleasure.

"Fuck you are one nasty little submissive slut," she said, as she stood up.

Absurdly, I replied weakly, "Thank you."

"For what?" She asked, sitting on the edge of my bed, as she put her socks back on.

"T-t-that was the best orgasm I've ever had," I admitted, before adding, "and still having."

"Fuck slut, if that got you off wait until I bring you to an overnighter with the girls," she promised.

"Can't this just be between you and I," I asked, the thought of others being involved suddenly scaring me as I calmed down from my sexual euphoria.

"You are dumb and funny," she laughed as she put on her shoes.

Oddly being called dumb offended me more than the litany of verbal abuses she through at me earlier. "I am not dumb," I replied.

"You let me tape you licking my cunt and fucking yourself, I would say you are the dumbest smart girl ever," she countered, standing up.

She typed into her phone and handed it to me. "Type in your cell number."

I sat up, and screeched as I accidentally pushed the brush that was still in my cunt deeper in me with the bristles.

"And you say you are not a dumb fucking white bimbo," she shook her head.

Embarrassed and in pain, I looked at her phone. The username was dumbblondeslave. Shame burned through me as I typed my number in, purposely changing the last number by one. Suddenly thinking straight, I just wanted her out of my room.

I handed her back the phone and she said, "I'll be in touch."

She grabbed her cheerleader's outfit and walked out of the room, leaving the door wide open. I scurried to the door and slammed it shut before anyone saw me.

Rattled, I moved to my bed, curled up into a fetal position, and cried myself to sleep.

4. The one where I am forced to wear a vibrating egg and am humiliated in class.

The next morning, as I replayed the second straight bizarre day it occurred to me I had no idea what the name was of the girl who had dominated me.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized the full extent of my predicament and how easily I willingly obeyed her orders. It was like I was a completely different person, one that couldn't control herself.

I went and had a long shower to again try to wash away my sin and guilt and yet it didn't help at all. I considered skipping classes for the day, but I had a literature test today. I had just finished getting dressed when my phone buzzed.

Slave Jessica
Wear a skirt today.

I noticed the shift from Pet Jessica to Slave Jessica and got frustrated at the slight chill it sent directly to my pussy. It was absurd, but the idea of being a slave to this blackmailing stranger with the big black cock turned me on regardless of logic.

I pulled off my jeans I had just finished putting on and looked for a skirt, not something I wore often and never to class. I grabbed a fun flower skirt I had worn only once, during the summer, and put on beige pantyhose to go with it, never feeling comfortable in a skirt or dress without pantyhose.

I was headed past Allister Hall on my way to Literature class when another text came.

Slave Jessica
There is a new package for you in Allister Hall. Locker 721 and combination 23-33-06. Go get it NOW and follow the instructions.
Any sort of disobedience will lead to severe punishment.

My face went pale at the threat and I turned right into the building. I went to the locker, again stopping to look around for witnesses, before quickly opening the locker.

Inside was a small egg shaped thing and a letter.

I grabbed the letter and opened it.

Slave Jessica
Put the egg in that white cunt of yours. Leave it in until someone comes to retrieve it.

I was again aghast. I quickly grabbed the egg, closed the locker and went to the bathroom. Sitting in a stall I considered my options;
1. Obey.
2. Try to bargain.
3. Disobey.

I knew from his firm expectations already that option 2 was out. I seriously considered disobeying as I looked at the odd shaped toy. Yet, the thought of those pictures, or those video if he was working with that cheerleader being posted to the internet was too risky. I instantly wished I would have given the right number to her as I worried about the repercussions of lying to her.

Realizing I had to obey, I pulled down my pantyhose and panties and slowly slid the toy in my surprisingly wet pussy. Why did obeying get me turned on? It was a question I had no good answer to which only added to my growing frustration. The toy felt cold inside me and awkward. I practiced walking in the bathroom with the strange, seemingly purposeless, contraption inside me.

Realizing I was going to be late, I headed to class, the egg an annoyance but not overly awkward to walk with as I thought it would be. I got to class and took my lit test, completely forgetting about the egg inside me.

Finishing the test late, I hurried to my psychology class arriving a couple minutes into the professor's lecture. The only open seats were in the front row where I went to sit and got a disapproving look from the professor.

It was a good half an hour into her lecture when I let out a yelp as my pussy began buzzing. This prompted a second disapproving look from my professor. I waited for the professor to return to her lecture as I closed my legs tight so the light sound of the buzzing would not be heard by the people nearby or behind. Thankfully, being in the front row, there was no one directly beside me on either side. The buzzing, although very low, was a constant distraction. I desperately wanted to leave the class, but I did not want to disrupt the professor's lecture again. I wanted to look behind me and try to find my blackmailer in the class, assuming he was here to have turned on the strange contraption buzzing inside me. I tried to focus on the lecture, but it was impossible as my pussy continued to get wetter. I just stared at the professor no longer listening to her words, but just concentrating on not getting hornier from the slow buzzing inside me.

The professor finished with, "On your way out grab your latest assignment. It is a social experiment. The experiment you decide to do is up to you, but you need to have a hypothesis in advance. Have fun with this as you can really analysis human nature if you pick the right experiment. See you tomorrow."

As soon as she was done, the buzzing inside accelerated in intensity and I clenched my teeth shut to prevent a moan from escaping.

The professor walked over to me and asked, "Are you alright?"

I stammered, "Y-y-y-yes, Professor Allen, I am just not feeling myself today."

"Well get some rest my dear," she said, before walking away and out of the classroom.

Looking behind me, I realized the room was empty and I just closed my eyes and allowed the growing sensations of pleasure to take over. It literally took seconds, ten maybe fifteen, before I felt the gush of cum and the orgasmic quivering overtake my body. I had to bite my lip to keep from letting the scream of pleasure escape my mouth. My orgasm still quaking through me, I opened my eyes realizing what I just had done...in public...and petrified, that someone would realize that I had just came. Thankfully, no one was in the room as I stood up and began walking out of the auditorium. The buzzing was still strong, causing tingling aftershocks throughout me, and my soaking wet panties made walking feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Once out in the hallway, the egg instantly shut off. Again I looked around for the assailant to my sexual torture. Yet, students were everywhere heading to classes and many black men walked by, none giving me any sort of indication they were my blackmailer.

Frustrated, I decided to go back to my room, my soiled panties definitely needing replacing. I was walking for a minute or two before my phone vibrated, I had put it on vibrate before my lit test.

Slave Jessica,
Did you enjoy your orgasm?
You must have one in each class today.
I was generous and didn't turn the egg on during your literature class.
Have fun...

I sighed. Obviously he was watching me or had spies involved in this growingly elaborate blackmail.

Frustrated, I texted him back.

What do you want from me? I have lots of money. Please this has to stop.

As soon as I sent it I began to fret. I expected a quick response, but was surprised when none came. Looking at the clock, I decided fuck-it and went to History class, hoping he was considering my offer.

History class was nearing completion when the buzzing began again, full throttle. Although I had been anticipating it all class, it still surprised me when it began so suddenly. I had again made sure to sit alone, in the far left front corner, making my predicament pretty much invisible to the class.

My phone vibrated, over and over, an onslaught of messages coming one right after another. Nervous to be caught looking at my phone while the professor droned on about America's Civil War, I slyly looked at my messages.

Slave Jessica

You are my slave. A mindless white bimbo to be used as I see fit.

Maybe I should send out these pictures to your white ass daddy, is that what you want COCKSUCKER? MY COCKSUCKER.

What do I want from you?

My face went pale at the litany of threats and expectations thrown at me. Fearing his threats, I realized I must not upset him again. The buzzing in my cunt also had me shifting from my earlier thoughts of defiance to thoughts of compliance. I quickly texted back, trying to look inconspicuous even as my hands trembled.

I am sorry. It won't happen again.
Your slave Jessica

Typing the words somehow turned me on as I could feel my cunt getting wetter as I imagined his big cock fucking me.

Slave Jessica
Come for me now...in class...as Professor Adams discusses Lincoln.

Was he in the room? Was he watching me at this very minute? Such a clear order: that he was in charge and I was to obey somehow had me even wetter and suddenly my need to obey this dominant stranger over took me.

I closed my legs tight, moving my hand underneath my note pad to hide what my hand was about to do. I looked up one last time to see if Professor Adams was remotely looking my way before I moved my hand over my skirt and rubbed my clit. A part of me wanted to pull up the skirt and just rub myself to orgasm, but thankfully a part of me still knew better.

The thought that my blackmailer was watching, knew what I was doing somehow made the voyeuristic slut act more enthralling and I knew I was going to come soon. I continued to awkwardly rub myself over my skirt which made the climatic bliss take longer, but it was the safest way. Finally a couple of minutes after I started pleasuring myself, my orgasm hit, although thankfully it was a lot less intense than the first one. Again, I had to focus to hold in every sound trying to escape me as I stretched out my legs and quivered in pleasure while the class remained oblivious to me.

My phone vibrated again while simultaneously the toy inside me stopped.

I looked up at Professor Adams who was looking at me this time but thankfully he turned away just as quickly as he wrapped up his lecture.

I ignored the phone, even when it buzzed one more time, until class was dismissed.

I check my messages.

Slut Jessica,
Good girl.

I looked behind me, but only saw a swarm of students heading out. A few black men were in the crowd, but all were turned away from me.

I returned to my phone and checked my second message. Oddly, I felt disappointed when I saw it was from Ethan.

At Weatherbees?

I quickly typed back sure hoping I would be left alone for the hour, going off campus. I was still mad at him for nagging compulsively to get a blow job in the library, yet I could have said no. I considered telling him my problem, but I really couldn't see how he could help and thought it best to keep it as down low as possible.

We had lunch, he made me laugh (his greatest strength) and I agreed we would fit a movie on the weekend.

I got to my next class just in time. Being Wednesday, I only had one afternoon class and it was a smaller fifteen student tutorial class. We all sat around one big desk and discussed philosophy. Confident my blackmailer was not in class, I relaxed able to concentrate on a class for the first time today. The conversation, like it usually did, got rather heated and I, as usual, listened only giving my opinion when asked. As if living in my own version of Bill Murray's Groundhog Day, the vibrations began during the last half of class. The order that I must come in each class playing in my head, I moved my hand under the table, lifted up my skirt and began rubbing my clit as the constant pulsations buzzed inside me. My orgasm was seconds away when I was interrupted.

"What do you think, Jessica?" Professor Wells asked.

I had tuned out a couple of minutes earlier as the buzzing continued inside me. I stopped rubbing my clit and stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

"Are you OK, Jessica, your face is very flushed," he asked.

"F-f-fine," I struggled to get out without moaning, the egg inside keeping me near the brink of orgasm.

The Professor asked another student and I put my hand back on my clit and closed my legs tightly together. The extra enhanced pressure and rubbing was all it took and my orgasm hit me. "Oooooh God," I whimpered, unable to hold in my pleasure.

Everyone looked at me as I quickly pulled my skirt down and stood up holding my stomach. "Sorry Professor Wells, but I am suddenly not feeling well at all." I quickly scurried out of there praying they thought my odd behaviour was based on the flu or some other sickness. As soon as I was in the hallway the buzzing stopped and I called out, frustrated, "Where are you?"

A couple students looked at me strangely but no one revealed themselves as the man behind the remote control. Frustrated, I went straight back to my room and closed my door.

Three hours later, I received another text from Blackmaster.

Slave Jessica,
If you want the egg out of your slut box go to Allister Hall and wait for someone to come and retrieve it.

I sighed, but desperate to get the thing out of me so I could focus clearly I quickly headed to Allister Hall. I waited ten minutes with the odd person walking by me, every person a potential accomplice in my blackmailer's scheme. A few times I assumed the person walking towards me was the one, yet they would walk by oblivious to my plight. So, I was quite surprised when it was Professor Allen who walked up to me.

"I see he has something on you too," Professor Allen opened with.

"You too?" I gasped, unable to fathom how my very prim and proper professor could possibly be tangled in this web of sin.

"Yes," she nodded, not seemingly humiliated by it like I was.

"Who is he?" I asked, thinking I finally had an ally.

"You will find out soon enough I imagine," Professor answered, cryptically. "He likes to play games."

"But how did he get yooooooou?" I asked, just as the buzzing returned.

"It is a long story, but long story short I was rather wild in my college days and he somehow found pictures of me in rather compromising situations," she admitted.

"And you didn't fight back?" I asked.

"Are you?" She countered, the first hint of annoyance at our conversation, annoyance of me and not our helpless situation.

"Sorry, Professor," I said, "I didn't mean to insult you."

"It's ok," she shrugged, "Apparently I am here to retrieve something from you."

"A vibrating egg," I whimpered, the buzzing now on full speed.

"And it's in you now, I assume," she said.

"Yes, Professor," I nodded.

"Well, lets go back to my office where it is more discreet," she suggested.

"Okkkk," I moaned, and followed her walking awkwardly as the high speed buzzing was making it hard to walk.

We didn't talk during our long walk to the opposite end of campus. She replied to a text during the walk which I wondered if it was from him. Once in her office, she said, "So how did you end up in this predicament."

"Can we get the egg out fiiiiirst please," I asked, an orgasm beginning to build inside me.

"Sorry, Master insisted you must come first," she said.

Hearing my white Professor call someone Master only made my strange week stranger. I stammered, "M-m-master?"

"Yes, he owns me like I am sure he plans to own you," she said, as if it was a foregone conclusion.

"Can you help me?" I asked.

"Sure," she said, as she ordered, "Lift up your skirt."

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