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Note: I am the poster, NOT the author of this story
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WARNING!
The following story contains explicit
sexual material which is intended for
mature audiences only! If you are not
of legal age and/or do not enjoy this
type of literature, exit immediately!
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STORY TYPE: M+/f, light d&s, anal
My name is Kathleen, or more appropriately, Slave #39.
Read my initial story for full information on my life. I
did not plan on writing another story for a few more weeks,
but now feel compelled to, because of the last assignment
that The Syndicate sent me on. It happened just yesterday,
Saturday the 16th, to be exact.
The messenger knocked on my front door at 9:50 a.m. I
had the feeling that The Syndicate would require my services
on this particular day, so it was of no great shock to me
when the knock came. It didn't even startle me. I signed
for the envelope and then read the letter which was inside.
TO: Slave #39
FROM: The Syndicate
Your services are required today. A
limosuine will arrive for you at noon
and will take you to your destination.
You are to wear:
A thin white blouse
A black micro-miniskirt
Black spiked high-heels
Nothing else ... no bra, no panties
Make sure you look your best, or risk
punishment.
The Syndicate
That was the same attire for the first experience I
described, back in my initial story. They usually do not
have me wear the same things twice, especially in the same
month. But I'm not one to question direct orders. I have
learned that the smart thing to do is, very simply, obey.
So I fished out the clothes without a second thought.
By noontime, of course, I was all set to go. The limo
driver showed up on time, as usual. He escorted me down to
the parking lot and I got into the back of the limosuine
without saying a word. There were no windows, of course, so
I had no idea where we would be going.
I poured myself a glass of champagne even before the
limosuine began moving. All of the limos have coolers which
contain only the finest, top-quality brands of champagne. I
like to have a glass before each assignment, because it aids
in clearing my head and any tension within my body. Above
all else, it helps loosen me up. I never really know how
intense and forceful these encounters will turn out to be,
so it is best to always be prepared for whatever may happen.
A bit of alcohol ... light alcohol ... seems to help.
30 minutes after leaving my apartment, the limosuine came
to a stop and I heard a garage door open. Then it started
moving again, and kept moving for at least 45 seconds more.
I sensed that we were in some type of building, but where?
Perhaps in a warehouse? Or below some huge office complex?
The limosuine eventually slowed down and stopped, and
then I heard the engine shut off. We had drove inside some
type of structure for at least 45 seconds at a normal rate
of speed (35 mph). I knew we were in a structure, because
of the noisy sound of the garage door. But where were we?
My thoughts of being in a structure and it being huge
were confirmed when the limo driver opened the passenger
door and told me to get out. I got out and looked around,
noticing a nicely-lit surronding which had peach-colored
walls made of cement, but nothing else. I looked down and
noticed there were several marked lanes for parking spots,
and that the limosuine was situated in one.
But there were no other vehicles in the structure,
despite the fact that the parking spaces stretched all the
way down, at least the length of a football field. We were
in some type of parking garage, but I knew this wasn't the
normal parking garage. Where were all the other vehicles?
I gasped, in surprise, when the limo driver suddenly
fastened a collar around my neck and then locked it into
place. I looked at him with wide eyes as he then attached
a leash to the collar. I've had to wear slave collars in
the past, but never before had a driver placed one on me.
"You are required to wear this, #39," he told me, calling
me by my slave number. The man, expressionless, tugged on
the leash and began walking toward a door. "Come along."
The man led the way, holding onto the opposite end of the
leash, guiding me along like a prized pet through seemingly
endless corridors. I really began to wonder what was in
store for me on this day. This was obviously not a house or
apartment building. It was some type of complex. Was this
man taking me to a slave convention, or slave auction? I
have heard stories of slave auctions which The Syndicate
arranges, but have never been involved in one.
After five minutes of walking, the driver finally stopped
and opened up a door. "Inside," he said, tugging on the
leash a bit harder. I walked in, and noticed what appeared
to be a big banquet hall. There was a large table, at least
100 feet long, with chairs lining it up and down. It was an
elegant room, with several expensive chandeliers dangling
from the ceiling, and numerous fine paintings decorating the
high walls. The carpet was very thick and lush ... I could
already tell that it was new.
The driver led me over to the table and told me to sit
down in a chair. I did, and then he took the end of the
leash and attached it to something underneath the table.
"Stay here until told otherwise," he said, before turning
and leaving the room.
I looked around and did not see anyone else in sight.
Next, I tugged on the leash, testing its restraint ... no
give in it. I looked under the table and found that the
leash was attached to some type of hook. I also saw a tiny
keyhole on the hook, and realized that since my collar was
locked around my neck, I was chained here until somebody saw
fit to release me.
When would that be?
20 minutes later, I was really starting to wonder when
that would be. I had sat in that chair, chained to the
table via the leash, and hadn't heard a single sound from
anywhere within the facility. And then, finally, I heard
a door open behind me.
Two men approached me, each holding manilla folders. The
first man appeared to be in his early to mid 50s, with gray
hair and thick glasses. The other was younger, maybe 35,
with dark hair and glasses. Both men were dressed in light
blue suits and appeared very professional. I had never been
on an assignment like this before, and really wondered what
was going to happen to me. This really seemed strange.
"Are you Slave #39?" the older man asked me.
"Yes, sir," came my tentative reply.
"Good," he said. "Let me explain things. This other
gentleman and I, we're representatives for The Syndicate."
He opened his folder. "We understand that you are wanting
to sign an 18 month contract extension. Is this true?"
My eyes bugged out ... they were going to sign me!? I
was dumbfounded. "I ... uhh ... sir, I thought ... I was
under the impression that ... a representative would come
to my apartment and have me sign the contract. That ...
That is what happened last time I signed, at least."
"We're doing things a bit differently," he returned.
"You seem apprehensive. Do you want a contract extension?
We were under the assumption that you did want one."
"Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. "I do want one! I just ... I'm
just a bit surprised. I was not expecting this today."
"Read it over first," the younger man said. "Then we
would appreciate it if you would sign it."
This would be my third contract with The Syndicate, and I
already knew that they would not try to sneak something over
on me. They take care of their slaves very nicely. So I
wasn't all that concerned with the specific terms of the
contract. I skimmed it ... all the stipulations and terms
were the same as my current deal. There was only one thing
different, and that was the salary. $1,100 per week. That
was $100 more per week than my current earnings.
"You're giving me a raise?" I asked them, totally unaware
that I would receive one. I didn't even ask for a raise!
"Yes," the older man replied. "The powers that be came
to the conclusion that you are a good and obedient slave.
They like to reward quality workers with pay increases."
I was completely shocked! I pride myself on being a good
slave, but never dreamed of getting a raise because of it!
I was quite content in earning $1,000 per week, which was
much more than I could ever ask for in life.
"Be sure to sign it with your real name, not Slave #39."
"Yes sir."
I skimmed the rest of the contract and signed it, giving
them total control of my life through June of 1999. My old
contract ran out at the end of 2000, but this new one gave
me assurance of being taken care of for an additional 18
months beyond the end of 2000 ... unless I go crazy, and
break numerous rules that The Syndicate has. Then they'd
have the option of terminating my contract. But I'm a good
slave, who is obedient and who does what is asked of her.
So I can't envision myself being terminated.
A check of the calculator shows that my new annual salary
goes from $52,000 (gross income) to $57,200. That's pretty
good for a 26 year old woman who never went to college, eh?
I handed over the contract to the men. Both of them
signed it, then the younger one took the contract and placed
it in his own folder. He told me that they would send me a
copy of the deal within a few days, through registered mail.
I was so excited from signing the extension that sex was
the furthest thing from my mind ... until the older man
undid his belt and then his slacks, and slipped them down.
"Such a nice new deal you have," the man said, gripping
his hard, erect cock, "why don't you show us how thankful
you are for it?"
"That's right," the younger one said, putting the folder
on the desk and unbuckling his own slacks. "On your knees!"
In an instant, I was back in my familiar submissive mode,
now with the responsibility of having to please _two_ men at
the same time. On my knees, I took the older man's cock in
my right hand and immediately slipped it into my mouth.
The other man, the dark haired one, got rid of all of his
clothing while I worked upon the gray haired man's cock. I
was busy pumping it with my right hand while trying my best
to swallow him right down my throat.
Soon, the younger one dropped to his knees behind me, and
unlocked my collar. He told me to keep blowing the other
man while slipping the collar away from my neck and tossing
it to the floor. I then felt his hands reach around my body
and begin to unbutton the white blouse I wore. Soon, it was
pulled from my shoulders ... having not worn a bra to this
little meeting, I was now topless.
Those same hands cupped and mauled my breasts as I still
worked on the cock in my mouth, sucking and slurping it as
best I possibly could. I looked up at the older man, and he
was obviously enjoying himself. There was a far-away look
on his face as I sucked his cock, while he leisurely undid
his necktie and dress shirt.
The man behind me moved his hands down to my ass and then
squeezed it, rather hard, through the micro-miniskirt I was
still wearing. He then reached around me again, this time
sliding his hands between my thighs and finding my pussy. I
was not wearing any panties, either. I sighed and moaned as
he massaged my pussy with his fingertips.
By this time, I was deep-throating the older man's cock.
He was groaning in lust above me, and I wanted him to shoot
off in my mouth. He granted my non-verbal wish, spurting
his thick and creamy cum into my awaiting mouth. I sighed
and moaned while swallowing the delicious cream down.
I would happily blow every man in the world, just as long
as I could swallow their sperm.
"Get up, Slave #39," the younger man said, and I obeyed.
He yanked my miniskirt down and off once I was in a standing
position, and then had me spread my legs. Still on his
knees, I sighed in lust as his mouth found my wet pussy.
The older man, meanwhile, had finally gotten his tie and
shirt off. I then noticed that except for the high-heels I
still had on, all three of us were completely nude.
He walked over to his slacks and reached into a pocket,
and pulled out a small tube. My eyes opened wide as I
immediately recognized it as a tube of lubricant ... the
kind of lubricant used prior to anal sex.
He proceeded to hold on tight to the tube and also drop
to his knees, behind me. The younger one was on his knees
in front of me, his mouth attached to my pussy. So this guy
reached up and spread my asscheeks, and then began licking
my anus with his tongue!
"Ohhhh ..." I moaned in pure lust, having both openings
worked over. I closed my eyes and sighed, and actually felt
my knees go weak. It was like they were jello! But I knew
that I had to stay standing, or risk being harshly punished.
Somehow, I managed to stay on my feet ... one tongue deep
in my pussy, and another licking away at my anus. I don't
know how I stayed on my feet, but I did.
One of the men, I don't know which one, reached up and
forcefully cupped and squeezed one of my breasts. My eyes
were closed and I was too much in a of state of pleasure to
open them and find out who. It didn't really matter.
I felt lightheaded. I felt as though I had been on an
assignment for 10 hours, and had received no breaktime ...
I felt as though my entire day had been spent fucking. But
no, that wasn't the case. These men had just started on me!
I once had sex with three men at the same time, but that was
awhile ago. I'm definitely not used to being with multiple
men at the very same time. It really is something unique.
I felt the older man's finger now smearing lubricant on
and across my anus, getting it ready for a big cock. I
sighed and sighed, over and over again, until he finally
stopped. He really smeared it good. Then he stood up and
embraced me from behind, his hands mauling my breasts.
Meanwhile, the other man was still eating my pussy. I
was leaning against the older one behind me, my body at an
angle for the younger one's mouth beneath me. The hands
squeezed my breasts _hard_, causing me to gasp and shudder
in excitement. I was in such a state of arousal ...
Suddenly, the man beneath me stopped. I was heartbroken,
wanting a climax, but did not dare convey my feelings to
either of them. I didn't need to be disciplined!
He moved out from my pussy and looked up at me. "There
is no wonder that you get top reviews from all the Masters
and Mistresses you are sent to," he said. "Not only are you
an obedient slave, but you're obviously a good fuck, too!"
"Thank you, sir," I returned, nearly blushing. It may
not seem like a touching complement to the regular person,
but it is to me ... considering how much time and effort I
have put into becoming a good slave. It really is good to
know that people I have submitted to think so highly of me.
I take great pride in their satisfaction.
Any reason to blush was soon washed away, however, simply
because a few minutes later, I getting fucked in both my
pussy and ass ... at the same exact time!
The younger man was beneath me, and I was sitting astride
his hips, his stiff cock plunging deep up into my pussy. I
was actually leaning forward, my breasts touching his chest
beneath me. The older man was behind me, his cock stuffed
far into my anus. The younger man was keeping still but the
older one was busy pumping himself in and out of my ass.
I couldn't think!
There were simply sensations ... powerful sensations,
ones so powerful and so extreme that they blocked everything
else in the world and universe out. Even when I had sex
with the three guys at the same time, they _never_ fucked
both my ass and pussy simultaneously. One of them stuffed
his cock into my pussy while I took turns sucking the other
two men's cocks ... but never had I been double-penetrated
before. This was definitely something new, and exciting.
I remember crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure,
these two Syndicate studs really giving it to me good. The
one beneath me, he just laid still and looked up into my
eyes, a huge smile on his face. His cock was dormant in me,
but I could definitely feel it. The other man just kept
pumping himself in and out of my ass ... it was incredible!
The mixture of pain and pleasure was so extreme that I
nearly passed out from it. But I didn't, somehow, and then
I remember the older man behind me pulling out ... and the
next thing I knew, I felt his cum spurting out and covering
both my ass and the back of my waist. I looked back at him,
dazed beyond belief, and watched as he gripped his cock and
squirted more of his juices out upon my quivering backside.
"Oh fuuuuuuuck!" I exclaimed, but in a low voice, looking
at him, sweat just pouring down my forehead and face. I had
never experienced something like this before! I had never
even thought of it until these two men came along!
But this specific fucking wasn't over yet.
The man beneath me roughly grabbed my hips and made me
bounce up and down upon his cock. I did, and then he began
rattling and moving his own hips. There was a whole new
wave of sensations as his cock, at a peaceful standstill
inside me for so long, was now fucking me just as hard and
just as powerful as the other cock had done to my ass.
The older man stepped back and decided to watch from a
chair as the younger one had his way with me. His hands
grasped my hips hard and he made sure I kept the up and
down motion, his cock filling my pussy.
"I wanna cum in your mouth," he growled at me. "Yeah,
that's what I want, Slave #39. I want to cum in your mouth
just like the other Master came in your mouth earlier."
"Oh yeah?" I gasped, both of us rocking together.
"Yeah!" he confirmed.
"Oh fuck!" I cried as he picked up the pace. My ass was
no longer being penetrated, but it still felt that way! The
sensations and feelings of the older man's cock were so
strong that they still lingered in me, just like he hadn't
even pulled out! I never experienced something so powerful!
I was losing control of myself, screaming and yelling
obscenities by the second. I had never done this before
during a submissive session. I occasionally speak a bad
word or two, but nothing like this. My mouth was like a
motor, rambling on and on with obscenity after obscenity.
Fortunately, neither of them seemed to object.
The younger man just kept fucking me, drilling my pussy
with his hard, powerful cock.
"On your knees!"
An instant later, I was on my knees, and he was standing
before me. He had a hand on his cock and my mouth was wide
open ... and he was depositing spurt after spurt of cum into
my mouth. Meanwhile, I had slipped my right hand between my
thighs, and was busy masturbating harder than ever before.
I usually don't masturbate, but just couldn't help myself
this time. His cum was flowing down my throat, coating my
insides and satisfying my thirst like only sperm can.
As the gushes of cock juice became less and less, I
brought myself to the most _devastating_ orgasm of my entire
life. It was so strong ... it was indescrible! Words could
not do it any justice. It was, as I said, indescrible. I
never had an orgasm so long, and so powerful. _Never_. My
fingers were buried in my pussy, and I just kept cumming and
cumming and cumming until finally ...
I fell to the floor and nearly passed out once again. I
was surprised that I somehow managed to stay conscience
again. I guess there are some women out there who are used
to getting double-fucked, but I'm not one of them. This
particular experience nearly blew me away.
I remember that my face was soaked in cum, as was my
backside. I also recall smiling, and then saying, "Wow ...
maybe I should sign contracts here more often!"
I heard my two studs laugh in lustful manners.
Both men fucked me two more times each. The first time,
they took turns. One would have his way with me while the
other watched. But the second time, they double-fucked me,
just like before. There is no feeling in the world that can
equal the intensity of having my pussy and ass penetrated at
the same time, by two different cocks. It's maddening!
This turned out to be my shortest assignment ever. They
called for the limosuine a little after 4:15 p.m., citing
exhaustion ... usually I do not get back to my apartment
from an assignment until at least 9:00 p.m. But I arrived
home some four hours before that, around 5:00 p.m.
I really didn't know what to do. I was so well-fucked,
both my pussy and ass, but I was home so early. Usually, I
take a shower and then go straight to bed, exhausted myself.
But it was too early to go to bed. And I wasn't that tired,
which was surprising ... considering what I'd been through.
So I called one of my friends and asked her if she would
like to go out to dinner with me. She said yes, so I took
that shower and then got dressed into "normal" clothing.
Allison does not know of my association with The Syndicate,
and I'm sure the thought of me getting double-fucked by two
men earlier that day never even crossed her mind during our
dinner date. But it definitely crossed my mind ... I could
not stop thinking about the experience!
While Allison spoke of her bank job and boyfriend, I
could do nothing but recall the intense feelings of double-
penetration. I guess you could say my friend and I were on
different wavelengths ... she had the normal day of a normal
person, while my day was spent fucking two total strangers.
I, Slave #39, am a very happy person now. Not only did I
get a contract extension that will take care of me through
June of 2002, but I also got a nice (and unexpected) raise!
I hope to continue to work for The Syndicate for as long as
they will have me. I really, really do.
As long as I am one of their submissives, I will be a
well-fucked slut, and a well-paid one, too!
_________________________
Kathleen (Slave #39)
April 17, 2000
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Note: I am the poster, NOT the author of this story
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