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    An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler

              Chapter 5: Onward... Through The Fog

    I never seem to find the time to update my journal. I've been so
    busy these last two months. I'll try to catch up here and hit on
    the higher points at least.

    I chose to keep young Dennis isolated. The girls I worked with
    mostly as a group. I had private sessions with all three in my
    search of a pearl.

    The wounds from the branding healed up and they are now all off of
    the disabled list. I stuck Dennis on his second night. Sometimes I
    just have them all stand, fingers locked behind their heads, so
    that I can admire my mark on each buttock. While it was painful,
    as anyone who has ever been burned knows, it was a pillar of the
    training program. The physical marking of property, both the
    process of and the enjoyment derived from having them stand so
    that I can view my marks have an effect of helping to prop up the
    idea of surrender each one harbors within their own mind.

    Christy and Vicky both have accepted the fact that they are now
    simply objects of my amusement. Both have thrown out the morality
    that they came with and neither has a qualm of doing what I ask of
    them. Dennis also has done well. Pat is dragging up in last place.

    I have kept up on the local news. Dennis had been named a suspect
    and then a fugitive in the case of the disappearance of the three
    girls. The lab tests were still out, but were expected within a
    couple of weeks.

    There was only one surprise. My jaw dropped as I read the paper
    and walked back up the long driveway.

    Once home I went downstairs and brought Pat out. Enemas were just
    occasional at this point, but today was the day. I had her fill
    the bottle and insert it herself. She hung the bottle and stood
    before me naked as it drained. I read the paper, looking up at her
    every so often. This is always a pretty degrading experience. Her
    belly began to bulge and her nude body quivered.

    "Hands on top of your head slut," I offered passingly.

    She complied, standing more at attention with both palms on the
    top of her head. Laying the paper in my lap I gazed at her with my
    full attention for several moments. She became suddenly uneasy,
    intimidated and embarrassed. She knew something was up. My gaze was
    unyielding and silent. She dared not speak without being asked a
    direct question.

    I had her unhook the hose and walk around for thirty minutes;
    about double the norm. I took my sweet time undressing. I teased
    her, not allowing her mouth reach my cock even as she doubled over
    on the toilet. Her ass released squirts prematurely.

    "Beg," I said shortly.

    She looked distressed and impatient. We have already laid down the
    foundation for begging. It is only done when demanded. I am
    referred to simply as "Sir."

    "Please. Sir. Let me suck your cock."

    "You'd like that I suppose. You'd like to serve me so that you
    might relieve yourself. The problem here is that your desire to
    serve me should be your primary concern. You have it backwards.
    You have done only the minimum required since you arrived. So you
    have assigned your position here as a low one. This is your last
    day of evaluation. This afternoon your position solidifies. Do you
    understand?"

    "I understand Sir," was her hesitant reply.

    I moved closer and she began to hook the top with her upper lip so
    that she could pull it down and get it in her mouth. Once she got
    it she worked it with her lips and tongue with newfound
    effort. For the first time she glowed as an obedient slave. I
    withdrew before I came and stepped away.

    "I know why you have been so reserved."

    She looked at me, both pleadingly and confounded. I laid the front
    section of the newspaper on the floor at her feet. She saw her own
    picture on the front page. She again had to lean forward to read
    the print. Her ass spurted and I swatted her tits with the leash.
    She managed to pucker back up.

    "A cop? A fucking cop. How the hell did this happen?"

    She looked defiant for a partial second, her resolve was near zero
    though. There was a moment of silence.

    "I'm a police officer."

    Swat! I nailed her across the tits again with the leash and
    prepared for another blow. She squinched her sphincter muscles
    closed before continuing.

    "I'm, I'm a police officer, Sir."

    She paused to see if she had amended the right mistake.

    "What do you want to know, Sir?"

    "Everything. There are not many eighteen year old cops. What the
    fuck were you doing?"

    "I'm twenty three, Sir."

    Again she paused. She was torn by some fucked up idea of duty.

    "You seem to be waiting on the cavalry to rescue you. They will
    not be coming, read the paper for yourself. Dennis is who they are
    looking for and he will not be found."

    I could see the raw data bouncing about in her mind. Her urge to
    proceed was great.

    "I was sent in to do an undercover investigation, Sir."

    "On what?"

    "On. On the student drug network."

    "They sent you in to WHORE in order to undermine human trust and
    to ruin a bunch of kids lives because they are a bit wild?"

    "Yes Sir."

    "Well whore you shall. Got-dammit. I was burned by a narc before
    I retired. He was planted by corporate security for two and a
    half years in a deep undercover sting. Hell, even the most
    cautious of us dropped our guards after the first year. He got
    everyone in the whole damn place that smoked dope. And I cannot
    think of a single thing that pisses me off more than a carefully
    orchestrated dehumanizing thing like this. I saw the fucker smoke
    crack to gain our confidence so that he could turn me and my
    friends in for smoking dope."

    I was lecturing at this point. Pat listened. She looked more
    stunned at this point than anything else.

    "Cops are fucking criminals who took the right hand branch of the
    road. They simply elected to seek, rather than hide. The dirtiest
    things I've ever heard of were committed by cops."

    "You are misled by the comradery of the department. Do you see
    what I'm talking about?"

    "Yes Sir."

    I don't know why she agreed. Her youth provided no experience to
    realize the truth.

    I pulled her up and into the shower. I'd never done this with her
    yet. And from her reaction she hadn't heard from Christy about it.
    I cuffed each wrist to the shower head.

    "You like to cuff people, eh? I do too."

    I pulled her hips back roughly. She spurted again. I followed the
    contraction with the abrupt entry of my cock. I grabbed her
    exposed tits and squeezed them as I penetrated her ass.

    "I abducted and branded a cop? And now I'm fucking the shit out of
    her?" I thought to myself as I began to press on her belly. "How
    cool!"

    I whispered into her ear the entire ordeal, saving my load for the
    finale. I could see her body physically droop as she accepted
    that there was no rescue in progress.

    "This is it for you babe. You are mine and there is no one that
    going to change that fact. Your actions determine my actions. I
    had a very real feeling that you are a natural sub back when I sat
    behind you in accounting class. I had the impression that you
    would submit your will to mine and that you would be the one. I
    thought that you would be my right hand here and now."

    She turned her head and looked back the best she could. I stopped
    pressing on her bloated belly and began to flick off her clit. It
    stiffened and stood out. Her nipples were fully erect.

    "See. I cannot believe that I was that wrong about you. I know
    you. I can see your soul. Give it up! Forget your old life and
    apply yourself to your new life. I know that you are a hot and
    kinky girl."

    Her hips pivoted slowly.

    "That's it. Forget the dumb shit and let's get on with it."

    She began to fuck herself. Looking around I could see the her eyes
    were closed, yet there was a kinky whore look on her face. She
    fucked me into submission. I held my position until her involuntary
    spasms expelled my shriveled member. I rinsed her body off with the
    shower head and uncuffed her. She left as I pointed to the toilet.
    Sitting, she struggling to regain control of her agape asshole.

    "That's better."

    "I am here to serve you Sir."

    For the first time, I was certain that she had broken. I think
    that I hit the nail in that she had been expecting the cavalry to
    rescue her. I think that I'm equally right in knowing that she is
    a highly kinky girl who has simply put on a conservative act.

    I showered and dried off. My cock was hard simply from her
    surrender. I stuck it in and she began to blow me.

    "I doubt that I can get off right now. You relieve yourself now
    and I'll just enjoy your mouth."

    She continued giving me head. It almost hurt me and there was no
    way that I could cop another nut.

    "Going beyond your orders? It's unnecessary. I want to go outside
    now. Go ahead and go my little angel slut."

    I cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back with my cock three
    quarters buried. She opened up and relieved herself, while looking
    me in the eye. I was certain then that the vibes I'd gotten from
    her were true. The others surrendered quickly and the easy thing
    to do is to give he quickest and the best the first shot at the
    number two position. That would be Christy. Vicky has done well
    too. It is not the quickest sub, but the sub with the most
    potential that I desire though. I'm glad that I drug my feet in
    the selection process now.

    I headed upstairs while Pat finished her bathroom chores. I
    wheeled the cart out and prepared it. Then I iced down some beer
    and loaded the chest onto the buggy, along with a towel. I looked
    in on Christy and Vicky and then on Dennis before heading back down.

    I was stunned as the last door opened and I got my first view. Pat
    had gotten out one of the formal dresses and she was decked out in
    black heels, hose, garters and dress. Her makeup was of a cheap
    slut. I'd not seen her in this light yet and I was taken somewhat.

    "It's going to be tough to pull the cart in that evening dress."

    "Fuck that Sir."

    There was another moment of uncomfortable silence.

    "I know what you like. I know what you want. I'm going to be
    giving that to you now."

    Damn. I didn't know quite what to say.

    "I'll prepare the sluts now, Sir."

    "Ok." Well hell.

    What the hell else could I possibly say? She had finally taken the
    role that I willed her. My intention had been to degrade her; to
    run her into the ground out there until I took my victory. Like
    Japan in 1945 she embraced a concept that didn't even reside
    within the language; to surrender.

    She spun, looking very provocative as she took the key and opened
    the cells. Both came out with a hushedly surprised look.

    "Get Dennis too."

    She opened his cell. I instructed him to sit in the bathroom and
    had all of the girls follow. I instructed them all that he was the
    low dog. Any of them has higher status than does he. Then I looked
    to Vicky and Cindy as I instructed them that Pat was as of now my
    agent. Any disservice I would deal with personally. They both
    looked to Pat with a look of jealously. Pat surprised us all with
    a look of dominance.

    I had them all help to apply makeup to him. I had Pat retrieve a
    wig I'd bought the previous day. Then she fetched a corset. All
    three of them helped lace the corset tightly. This system of caste
    seems to work perfectly. But this was more of a capitalistic type
    system. Each has a distinct ability to surf over the waves of
    differentiation of each strata. The current standings would be hard
    to get over though; mobility did exist in theory at least.

    They finished off with stay up stockings and three inch black
    heels. They looked like kids the first time someone let them loose
    with finger paint. He looked pretty sharp.

    Once outside Pat pulled the cart out and then retrieved the second
    cart. I'd just finished the construction luckily, having realized
    that the need. We now have the stock to pull two carts.

    I let Pat play her lead. She harnessed the girls without so much as
    looking to me for my look of approval. Her attention was focused
    solely on Christy and Vicky. She exuded dominance with every
    motion as she ball gagged and harnessed the two. They both looked
    somewhat perplexed at the new attitude their old roommate suddenly
    displayed. She then took my riding crop out of the buggy.

    CRACK! CRACK!

    She gave each of the girls a hard lick on the ass.

    "Stand at attention you fucking sluts!"

    There was a large and instant whelp on each of the sluts ass. She
    slapped the shit out of them. I get their attention but even I do
    not really hurt them. It appears as if she has elected to act her
    role in the most serious way.

    "Mistress. That is what you will refer to me from now on. You do
    not speak to me unless instructed to and then you had better
    address me properly. We have come to an agreement. You sluts lost
    out and I will use you to satisfy any whim I desire."

    It was strange that she seemed to have completely forgotten that
    she was my number two. Her attitude exuded the perception that she
    was my equal. The thought of correcting her was immediate. The
    realization that her crowning would be best if she usurped
    complete dominance from the start immediately followed. Maybe she
    herself realized this and it was the reason she was suddenly
    brazen. I decided to reassert my sole dominance later and in
    private, rather than undermine her efforts.

    Christy and Vicky were shaken. Tears had formed in their eyes due
    to the sharp lash. They quivered in lieu of the possibility of
    others that might follow. I admired the bright red streak across
    each ass and pondered what the future held, as things were
    finally materializing as I'd hoped they would.

    Also, I admired Pat. She looked very decadent. She looked
    completely in control. She looked like she was as kinky as I'd
    only imagined to this point.

    Pat, assured that she had asserted her dominance on the girls,
    turned to Dennis. He was fully erect from the site of the two
    girls nude bodies and the submissive nature of their predicament.
    Pat reached down and took him in tow by his stiff member. He
    hadn't expected it and nearly fell down, before following her oh
    so closely and awkwardly. He was hitched to the second buggy
    before he knew what hit him, shaken that his old friend had
    apparently turned on him.

    She then turned and bowed. I received the subservience that I
    desired from her and she had forced her dominance on each of
    the others as she had desired. The basis for our
    top/bottom/top/bottom relationship had been firmly cast.

    I admired the teams for awhile. The flesh on each right buttock
    shown my initials and each stood at full attention, wary of the
    heavy crop Pat wielded.

    I poured two glasses of red wine and handed one to Pat.

    "You take the sluts and I'll take the young cock," I instructed.

    It was apparent that Pat desired to seal her dominance over the
    girls first. It was to be a rare daylight ride within the walls of
    the compound. She mounted the carriage and immediately embarked,
    reining the team about like a mad woman. She barked commands and
    cracked her whip as if a drill sergeant the first day recruits
    arrived. Her sudden change both amazed and baffled me. I could see
    the savage look of joy in her eyes each time we passed, as well as
    the horrified look in the eyes of Cindy and Christy. They high
    stepped in grand form due to fear. It was the fear that fueled the
    joy I saw her eyes. Obviously she was cut out to be my right hand.

    While they were building strength and stamina, it was only an hour
    before the fast paced high stepping wore them out. Sensing that
    she might well hurt them I called an end to the ride. I poured
    another glass of wine as I waited for Pat to unhitch them and stow
    the buggies away.

    She had them in line and high stepping as they came out of the
    shed. They were clearly exhausted with sweat drenched bodies. She
    had them all kneel, to my delight, at my feet. This was very
    reinforcing, both for the bottoms and for Pat as well. Our new
    caste was clearly evident for all to see.

    Sweat poured off all three still due to the humidity and
    temperature. They all huffed in an attempt to catch their breath
    while Pat kept them kneeling at attention with her newfound crop.

    I admired the sight while pondering my decision. In all honesty I
    preferred Christy, who was more beautiful with her long golden
    hair and svelte, streamlined body. Her face was perfect. She was a
    goddess of beauty. But she just did not have what was required to
    do my dirty work. The bottom line was that she was just too nice
    of a person to be an effective right hand.

    She became fidgety. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at her
    beautiful body kneeling before me. The sweat glistened on her pert
    tits and her porcelain white body defied the fact we were outside
    in the sunlight. Her arms were still cuffed at her sides by the
    waist chains. She looked as if she had heard my very thoughts.

    Pat swatted her ass, evidently due to the fidgeting. Christy
    arched her back and stuck out her chest in compliance. Then Pat
    walked around to the frontside and put a high heel out, commanding
    her to lick it. Christy paused. It wasn't clear if she had yet to
    realize her new position or if she was simply too exhausted. Pat
    raised her chin with the crop.

    "I said lick it you slut whore!"

    Christy managed to lean over without losing her balance and began
    to lick the black leather high heel. The look on Pat's face made
    me feel as though she too had heard my thoughts. She moved right
    in to quash any competition in a fairly bold move. It worked out
    for her though as this is exactly what I enjoy. The awkward
    and subservient position of Christy's body, her hanging tits and
    her tongue cleaning the dust off of the shoe made my cock throb.

    Pat turned to see me rubbing the boner and smiled deliciously
    before coming to please me. She raised the full length gown and
    came down on my cock with her hot, wet pussy. It was evident that
    she was aroused sexually by the power she now controlled. My cock
    slid in as if she were several sizes too large for me. She slid
    the straps down and pulled her tits out. I grabbed them and
    squeezed and within a minute she had milked me like a wildcat.

    We looked each other deeply. There was nothing that needed to be
    spoken. We both knew what was to be what from that moment on.

    She dismounted me and turned to stand again before Christy. She
    lifted the skirt again and it was clear what she expected. Christy
    had to walk the two feet between them on her knees before she
    licked our juices clean. I could see their eyes meet as Christy
    kneed her way over. There was nothing that required vocalization
    between them either from this point on. Pat took her head and
    drove the tongue home.

    I'd been working on an outdoor bathroom. It wasn't completely
    finished, but it was functional. The stock tracked in dirt and
    dripped sweat after our workouts and I'd decided that we needed
    outdoor facilities. While they cleaned daily, I still prefer not
    to bring the filth inside anyway.

    I took Dennis and Vicky in tow to the exerciser, hitching each
    head harness to an awaiting strap. I could see Pat leaning back
    and driving Christy's tongue in as I filled and retrieved the
    enema bottles. I hung a bottle on the exerciser and put a
    pre-lubed insert to Vicky's asshole. She opened as I easily
    inserted it. She had been doing really well anally; I was
    impressed. It slid in and I pumped it up and released the flow. I
    still love watching the expression an unleashed bottle brings as
    the warm, soapy liquid flows. Priceless.

    I hung another bottle for Christy on my way over to Dennis, who
    awaited my arrival. I still was not at ease with him, perhaps I
    should have been satisfied with the girls. I have him now though,
    so that is water under the bridge. I grabbed his erect pecker with
    one hand and began to insert the hose with the other. His ass was
    much tighter. Enemas are the only penetration he received on a
    regular basis. I made a mental note to have the girls use a
    strap-on to alleviate this as I unclasped the bottle. He trembled
    and the look of total humiliation came to his face. His cock was
    throbbing in my grasp. It was a strange sensation for me, but I
    had made up my mind that I would overcome my own insecurities. I
    began to squeeze it rhythmically and his throbbing worked in unison
    with my motions. Having worked my own cock for years I knew
    exactly how it must have felt; I knew exactly what it needed. I
    almost felt sorry for him. I'd messed him up really good.

    I looked at Pat. She smiled knowingly as she made Christy continue
    the tongue thrashing. I began to move my hand as I squeezed and he
    came. I squeezed softly as I watched the last drops fall. The
    feeling of the spent rod was enticing, yet I made myself release
    it and motioned for Pat to bring Christy as I sat down for
    another glass of wine.

    Pat led her over like a dog and hitched her up. Then she took the
    bottle and forced it up her ass. Another power move I suppose. She
    took her crop and got the three high stepping again. They were
    tired and cramping, but their efforts were grade A. I watched as
    each sweaty body, suspended by head harness and with hands cuffed
    to waist, came around the carousel high stepping. And I watched my
    initials on each as they rounded and headed back. Pat was doing a
    wonderful job in keeping them serious in their chores.

    We finally unhitched them and allowed them to drain at the new
    toilet. Then we watched as they showered, before taking them back
    downstairs and securing them for the night.

    I led Pat back upstairs afterward. I told her to bathe and to
    dress in the outfit I would lay out for her. I selected the Nazi
    uniform as she bathed. It's strange, but the savage and brutal
    images the uniform conjures a very powerful mystique when worn by
    a savage woman. I'd only seen movies until now, which was the
    reason I'd bought the uniform.

    It was a complete uniform from hat to arm band to pants flared
    out at the thighs to the black leather boots.

    I waited in the bedroom as she finished her bath. She finally
    rounded the corner. The sight was jaw dropping. She marched into
    the room and stood at attention. The boot heels clacked eerily.
    Evidently she too had seen movies, for she was doing a damn good
    job at improvising in her new costume in a convincing manner. She
    hesitated, before throwing her arm up in salute. I simply nodded.

    While I _am not_ a Nazi, for all practical purposes I was the
    fuhrer; my control was complete. What the hell? Why not act it out
    to the max?

    I had her stand before me. The boots might not have been a perfect
    fit but the rest of the uniform was. She looked immaculately
    decadent.

    I took her over to the full length mirror so that she could view
    herself. Her eyes were aglow as she came into the silvery glass.
    Helga; SS shewolf. I'm not sure if she filled the uniform or if it
    was the uniform which filled her. There was a definite new and
    exciting atmosphere about her.

    I instructed her to dress and bring the others up for the regular
    house cleaning chores as I handed her own personal crop. It
    was time to introduce them to my new creation. The hall doors were
    open, so I gave her the combinations of each cell and she set out.

    I gave no specific directions. We'd been at this long enough that
    she knew my desires and I allowed her free reign in deciding
    herself. I laid on the bed watching the video display as she first
    opened Christy's door. Christ's mouth was agape at the site and
    Pat laid it on thick. She directed her outside and selected black
    high heels, hosiery and garter straps for all three. Christy
    dressed in the skimpy attire with a shell shocked look on her
    face. She then released Vicky and Dennis, duplicating the steps.

    She then ushered them all to the bathroom. She had them apply heavy
    makeup and bright red lipstick as I liked and then chose a black
    wig for Dennis along with the high heels, hose and garter belt he
    was wearing. I could see even from the video that they all looked
    delectable! Excellent.

    None of the three questioned her. They all looked apprehensive,
    yet the earlier performance had melted all question of what was to
    be. I got the impression that each of them played with the thought
    of jumping on her, as she was outnumbered. Whether it was the
    uniform and the new attitude she sported or the fact they knew I
    was watching they all remained obedient and subservient. I would
    have to caution her about her vulnerability in such events.

    Once dressed and properly made up she had them stand at attention,
    wielding the crop with experience gained from being on the
    receiving end for all these months. She took head harnesses with
    ball gags and placed them over each head. Then she placed the
    waist chains on and cuffed each wrist at the waistline it
    belonged to. Then she placed a large leather collar around each
    neck, chaining them together with a three foot chain, creating a
    most erotic chain gang.

    I could tell by the sluggish movements that they were all sore
    from the earlier workout as they began to climb the stairs. I
    departed and went to the kitchen for another glass of wine. I sat
    at the bar as usual to supervise and enjoy the show.

    They came downstairs with Christy leading. I could see a look of
    hurt on her face. She had after all done a very good job. Her
    efforts deserved reward, yet none was really possible.

    Pat lead them out into the center of the living room and removed
    the chains that linked them. She had them turn and stand at
    attention. She came to attention after the three, again clicking
    her heels. I could see that this military thing had the three subs
    shaken. Each exhibited a mental drain of top of the physically
    exhausted appearance.

    I nodded and Pat released their wrists and commanded them to grab
    their ankles. She seemed to be replicating my own actions as I did
    this daily, sometimes twice a day. It was a part of the process of
    domination. Normally I gauged the severity of the cropping with
    the grade that I placed on their performance since their last
    cropping. Anytime they looked like they were becoming complacent,
    or lax, or slow to respond they knew the next cropping would be
    twice as hard and twice as long as a normal one. This of course
    keeps then on their toes and inside the 98 percentile range in
    their efforts.

    Then again, I did it because I love to hear the ball gag muffled
    cries and watch the bright red whelps rise as I landed each stroke
    as well. They all had come far, none cried at this point. They all
    stood with asses out, taking each lick with a muffled scream. I
    take my time, slowly moving from one to the next pairing a lapse
    of effort with a crop lick. I normally drag it out over 15 minutes
    or so giving two licks or so per minute.

    "Performance today was pretty fair. 10 stripes apiece should do
    it."

    Pat nodded and began. She took the initiative of pairing a lick
    with an earlier deficiency that supposedly brought it to the
    recipient. Sometimes you just have to make them up on a day where
    they all did well. Pat did a good job of finding 30 lapses, or
    pauses to drive home the point that only 100% was acceptable.

    I watched in quiet delight as she went from one to the other,
    bitching them out, degrading them and applying a hard lick to
    each outstretched ass. They did well. Each had a hard grasp and
    none let go of their ankles as the licks landed. The muffled cries
    were very stimulating. The looks on their faces, both as the lick
    landed and from the anxiety of the next and the whelps I watched
    rise in the mirror had my cock at full staff.

    NEXT:NP-CH5b

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