Message-ID: <36792asstr$1024013405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20020613021047.9523.qmail@web21004.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don <roscoeny38@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 12 Jun 2002 19:10:47 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Playthings: The Initiation SciFi MMMF 1st FFFM 1st Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 20:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/36792> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, gill-bates Caveat: This story is for the private use of our audience. Any rebroadcast or other distribution of this story without the express permission of the commissioner is prohibited. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is strictly coincidental. No animals were harmed in making this story. Positive criticisms are welcomed. Flames are not. Don This is the third Plaything story. It explains the nature of Playthings more fully. I hope you like it. *************** Amy had been preparing for most of her sixteen year life for this day. In a few hours, she would be initiated as an official Playing. One cannot choose to become a Plaything, one can only choose not to become one. Amy did not make that choice, because being a Plaything carries with it certain protections and a life time guaranteed income, even if it means loosing certain rights. Amy and the others lived in an advanced technological society, where everything, from making the clothes to removing the garbage, was done by machines. The only jobs available for people were programmers and engineers to design and run the machines, physicians and teachers to take care of the people who take care of the machines, and entertainers, artists, athletes, and clergy, who made life worthwhile. All of these required intelligence, talent, and education. To guarantee the talent and intelligence, all fetuses had to undergo genetic screening, and mothers were encouraged to abort those who did not qualify. To assure that there only as many people as there were meaningful jobs, population was strictly controlled. Women were allowed to have only two children if married and only one if not. They could have more only if they paid an expensive fee. Playthings were the escape valve that let the whole utopian system work. Because most of them were sterile, one could have sex without increasing the population. In addition, if a woman resisted aborting a fetus which could not be qualified for the training society required, or if she did not pay the fee for the additional child, that child would be reared as a Plaything. Playthings were genetically altered to make them sexually responsive and trained to be bring extra satisfaction to their customers. If a Plaything chose not to complete his or her initiation, the only functions they could perform without an education was personal care to the very young, very old, and very sick. These did not pay as well as sexual service. Since most were sterile, they were not suitable as marriage partners. If the Plaything population got too large, the law provided for non voluntary abortions. If it got too small, the law provided for Playthings to be fertile enough to conceive more. In general, it usually balanced out. Like most Playthings, Amy did not know her parents. She had be raised by a collective run by an non-profit agency. The society took the welfare and protection of Playthings seriously. Because of their limited education on a complex technological society, they could not vote and had limited property rights. On the other hand, the society provided for their training, gave them a place to live and provided for a pension on retirement. Because few Playthings went freelance, that meant working as whores (women) or studs (men), or being licensed to work for a private individual. Playthings generally liked their work. Both male and female Playthings were multi-orgasmic and always obtained sexual release. The only exceptions to the above rules were male conception studs and special class female Playthings, or sluts. Conception studs were the only Playthings who were not sterile. They served women who wanted a baby, but who did not want to get married. The stud service would guarantee a conception of a health woman, and see to it that the baby passed the relevant genetic screening. Slut Playthings were females who specialized the masochistic and submissive sex. They were paid more than regular Playthings, but they were more vulnerable to genuine abuse. Generally, sluts retired about five years earlier than regular Playthings, because of the wear and tear on their bodies, and the extra money they earned. The few male sluts primarily saw gay clients. Amy was a regular Plaything. She had spent the past year observing how Playthings functioned and how they treated their clients in various situations. They became totally comfortable with nudity, bodily functions, and various sexual positions. Usually a Plaything does not have sex with another Plaything. The only exception was the initiation. The agency thought a Plaything's initial experience should be with some already trained at sexual pleasure. They believed that a client could not always be trusted to provide that. Amy would be initiated by three experienced studs. The studs would teach her what a client would expect her to know. She had hoped that her friend Pavel would be among them, but he was being initiated himself in a few weeks, and he could not do her any good. Amy spent the day with her friends, many of whom were already Playthings. She bathed, put on a nice perfume, had a light dinner, and enjoyed some wine for the first time. She was excited that she would be finally an adult, able to earn her own living. As she got more experience, she hoped to have a group of regular clients and could choose some of her own clothes. Eventually, she hoped to be licensed to a man or couple who would treat well and would satisfy her sexual cravings. Although the initiation always involved other Playthings, the managers of the brother were Amy was assigned to work knew that many of the clients enjoyed watching. The attendance was by invitation only, and usually went to regular clients who would spend the rest of the evening with their own whores, either by themselves or in orgy. Between retirement and licensing to private individuals, turnover at the brothel was about one per month, so there were frequent initiations. The actual initiation was held in a large room designed for the purpose, as well as for orgies. Amy and her three studs were introduced and lead to a bed in the middle of the room. The audience was seated on couches raised on platforms above the bed. This gave everyone an uninterrupted view, but kept then away from the action.. Other couples could watch on video from the privacy of their rooms or at home. In the initiation, Amy had to have sex with each stud in a different position, and had to achieve orgasm each time. She did know which stud would do what. Amy had practiced with vibrators and observed several initiations, so she knew she could do it. She wore a large cape, tied at the neck. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. The studs wore short robes and briefs. After they were introduced, the studs suddenly converged on Amy. They lifted her on to the bed and tossed way the cape. She was covered with six hands and three mouths, moving over her entire body, from face to feet. Gradually, the hands and mouths concentrated on her breast and pussy. Amy opened her legs to give them better access to her. One of the mouths was hovering over her clit, one covering her breasts, and one was kissing her on the lips. Then the mouths switched places. The mouth by the clit was joined by fingers in her vagina. Amy was too excited to realize at first that the one of the hands on her breast had been replaced by a cock. A naked stud was sitting on her chest, rubbing his prick between her ample round breasts. Amy grabbed it and guided it to her mouth, as she was trained to do. He was almost 30 cm. long, so Amy could lick at the same time he rubbed her tits. She did not know whether he would cum in her mouth or not, but she was prepared either way. Suddenly the mouth and prick disappeared. "Hey, come back. I was enjoying that." Amy exclaimed. "Maybe, you'll enjoy this, more" Said the stud on her chest, whose name was Paul. Paul moved down her body, until his prick touched her pussy. Then he put it, slowly but firmly. Paul liked to initiate virgins, especially Playthings, because they made up in enthusiasm what they lacked in finesse. He pushed deep into Amy, filling her with his volume. "Oh wow. That is better than a vibrator or someone's mouth." Amy exclaimed. When he entered, Amy was no longer a virgin, but she was too high to realize that. With every push he took her higher and higher. She was sure she was flying on his prick. She bent her knees to she push up into the sky. "This is fantastic. I want to stay like this forever." She exclaimed. "Cum, my little Plaything, Cum on my prick." Paul encouraged. Amy could not stay forever. Her body began vibrating violently, giving her the most intense feeling. "Aye, Aye, Aye!" She exclaimed, almost shouting. Her orgasms kept coming for several minutes, while Paul kept pumping into her. Then he released himself, letting his semen flow into her pussy. Amy lay there, exhausted by her ordeal. She tried to catch her breath. But the studs were not going to give her a chance to relax. As soon as Paul withdrew, the three studs picked her up and turned her over on her stomach. In the meanwhile, Paul had left her to join one his regular clients on the couch. She wanted a bit of what Paul had given Amy. "Lift up you ass, Plaything. " the second stud instructed. He moved behind her, his prick ready and waiting. "Lift yourself higher, so I can get at your cunt." He repeated. When Amy had her ass high in the air, the second stud entered her, full force. "Ugh. That was too sudden. I wasn't ready for that." Amy complained The stud ignored her. Instead, he kept banging into her cunt from the rear. Amy leaned on her arms so she could push back at him. While she was doing that, the third stud climbed in front of her, enticing her mouth with his cock. Soon,. they had Amy in a sandwich, pushing at her from both ends. Amy was thrilled that they found her that enticing. She tried to concentrate on the stud in her mouth, but the one in the rear was giving her too much pleasure. He grabbed her tits, squeezing them, and using them as a handle to pull her to him. The stud in her mouth was having a great time, but he realized that the objective of the initiation was so she could cum, not so he could. He pulled back to watch the stud in back ride her body. By this time, Amy was in full stride. She peeked over her shoulder to see who was thrilling her so. He was a stud named Bruce, who had almost jet black skin and a muscular body. He exertions was leaving Amy breathless. "This is too much. I can't take it any longer. " She exclaimed, breathing hard. "You aren't even half way finished with your initiation. You have to take a lot more." said the stud in front. Amy concentrated on the feeling of having her pussy filled with black meat and have her body used by the powerful stud behind her. She felt she would cum soon. And she did. Again, the waves of pleasure engulfed her body, as she convulsed on his prick. "Aye! I'm cuming again!" She exclaimed. Bruce jerked his body behind her until he was emptying this white cum into her waiting box. Amy fell forward on bed, too numb to move. She was revived by the third stud, who handed her a soft drink, and wiped her body of perspiration and cum. "Thank you. I needed that." She said with a smile. "I know. And I have something that I need." He pointed to his erect prick. "What do want me to do with that?" She asked. "Just sit on it. Take you time." The stud lay flat on his back on the bed. Bruce helped Amy get into position so she could lower herself onto his prick. She rested on his prick, indulging in the feeling to taking him completely. But she felt she could not sit there, because if she moved, the feeling would get better. So move, she did. She kept her back straight, as she used her knees and hips to get the proper movement. She slowly pounded on his prick, letting the feeling grow. Again, she was climbing on his prick. He put his hands on her tits to guide her rhythm, but she was fine on her own. "This is so good.!" She sighed. But as her excitement grew, she bounced over his prick with breathless grunts. She felt she was reaching the edge. And then she fell off. "I'm going to cum again. I can't believe. Again!" She shouted. She let her body drain itself on his prick. He bucked up to meet her, and released into her. When she was finished she said, "Oh, wow, you guys were fantastic. If this is how I am always going to feel, I am going to love being a Plaything." She had cum so hard and so often her pelvis ached. Although she was in good shape from sit-ups, sex would get her into better shape. When she got up, she was shaking and had to be helped by her friends to a table. But the people in the room were applauding. She had passed the initiation. She was a Plaything. When she was celebrating, some one pointed out that several men in the audience had already requested to see her. The rules of the house required that she see one customer a day, six days a week, but Playthings, like Amy, who were just starting out often see many times that, until they developed a system with which they felt comfortable. They wanted to feel fresh with each client but they wanted to develop a regular customer base. Even after the initiation, Amy had a few more lessons with the studs regarding taking a prick up the ass or swallowing cum in the mouth. At first the house would give her clients who confine themselves to normal intercourse. But regardless, she was ready to move on her own. So now her initiation was a success. Her career as a Plaything was off to a great start. ******* Amy's stud friend, Pavel, had his initiation a week later. The rules were similar. Pavel had to have intercourse or other sex with three Playthings, each in a different position, and achieve orgasm each time. For Pavel, it was mainly a test of stamina. But at seventeen, he was at the height of his physical powers, so it should not be a problem. Amy and Pavel could not let their private preferences interrupt with work. They would have to keep their relationship platonic until they both retired, with might not be for another 25 years. Studs generally retired when they could not longer meet the physical requirement of achieving erection and orgasm every day. Pavel's initiation was set up like Amy's. He and the three Playthings would use a bed in a well below the viewing area. The regular customers and studs occupied couches above the bed, where they had a good view. Many wanted to see the initiation because the turnover among studs was not as high as among Playthings, so initiations were less common. Pavel was very excited about the event, especially when he saw how pretty the Playthings were. Pavel and his Playthings entered the well with the bed. He was naked, except for a loin cloth. The Playthings wore transparent robes. When they were introduced, one of them said, "Let's see what this stud is made of." She pulled off the loin cloth, exposing his prick. Another Plaything called out, "Play with your self, stud. We want to see what you've got." Pavel was very used to masturbating. He rubbed his prick several time. It became obvious that he was well endowed, even for a stud Plaything. His phallus grew to almost 30 cm. long and 4 cm. in diameter. There was an amazed moan from the audience. The third Plaything announced, "Girls, we're in for a treat." The second one said, "That is as big as I've ever taken. I'm not sure I can do it." The first one said, "Don't worry. I'll show you how. Lie on you back on the bed, stud. We just have to take you down a bit." Pavel leaned back. Each Plaything got on next to him, the first by his head, the second by his knees, and the third by his right side. Each one leaned over to give him a lick. Then the third Plaything put her hands around his tool, and rolled it like pie dough. In the meanwhile, the first Plaything by Pavel's head had lifted her robe. "Give me a lick, while we do you." she instructed. She positioned her crotch over his mouth, and lowered herself over it. Pavel grabbed her pussy with two hands , and munched on it like a ripe apple. Each Plaything was helping herself to his boner. They munched along the side like corn. They sucked his balls like melons. But they gave special attention to the sensitive tip. Pavel was being bathed in tongue and lips. The first Plaything started to suck on the tip, pressing with exquisite pressure with her lips. Pavel was so excited that he knew he would cum soon, regardless of what any one else did. He closed his eyes, so he could concentrate on the cum that was starting to boil He erupted like a volcano, with his cum like lava. Each of the Playthings hurried to drink her fill from the tall white fountain. "There, that will make him easier to take," said the first Plaything. However, Pavel remained almost as hard and stiff as before. With a few strokes, he was back to full strength. "I know what to do, " said the third Plaything. She threw off her robe. She stood on the bed, facing Pavel's head. She positioned herself over his prick, and gradually lowered herself down. Even thought she went down slowly, she eventually rested her full weight on his mammoth pole. It felt as if he occupied her body. She wanted to let the feeling penetrate her to the core. Pavel turned his attention to her tits, started to pummel them roughly. That only excited her more. As she moved slowly on his pole, her sighs and moans become more frequent. She was riding a pole of man-meat. But she remembered that her job was to bring him off, not to bring herself off. The Plaything moved more rapidly. She squeezed the muscles on her labia to increase the pressure on him. Soon, she was almost doing deep knee bends on his prick. They both grunted with each drop and relaxed with each rise. She was bouncing on him as the drops became faster and deeper The grunts also became faster and loader. "You are going to make me cum," Pavel said, breathing hard. "Yes. Yes. Me too. Do it." The Plaything exclaimed. Pavel pushed up, meeting her in mid air. With each push a gush of cum popped from his tall prick. The Plaything responded to him with an orgasm that engulfed her whole body. "Woooh. I said we were in for a treat." She said, as the pulled her self off his prick. It popped out of her body with a plunk. It had clearly relaxed some, but not completely. By this time, the second Plaything realized how she could get in the action. She lay next to Pavel, holding him in her arms. She kissed him, and stroked his body. She took a moist cloth and rubbed him down, making him feel good. He smiled at her and removed her robe. He played with her tits, and rubbed her pussy. Soon, she was wet and ready. "Fuck me, nice and slow." She opened her legs, giving him a clear passage way of what to do. She thought it would be better for both, if he controlled the action. He entered her pussy, nice and slow. Because he had already cum twice, he was not eager to cum too soon again. Instead, he wanted to enjoy it. He was not as hard as he was, but he was more than hard enough. He moved slowly inside her, enjoying the feeling of her body. He kissed her and pushed her breasts, as he eased himself around. "Oh lover, I like what you're doing. You can do that any time. You are going to be a great stud." She said, moaning softly. Pavel thought he was in no hurry, but his body thought other wise. As he pushed her more rapidly, he felt the exquisite pressure build up in his balls. She put her legs up over his back to give him some leverage. "Oh, baby. Do me. Fuck me. Hard. Hard." she grunted. Pavel was now banging into her as hard as he could. But he knew he could go even harder. As he pushed as hard and deep as he could, he felt himself erupting again. "I'm doing it. I'm cuming for the third time in an hour!" He was almost shouting in disbelief. As she vibrated beneath him, the second Plaything felt a wonderful orgasm course through her body. Pavel pulled out of her, and said, "That was wonderful, but I'm through." The first Plaything said, "No you're not. You came three times for your initiation, and each of the other gals got off, but I didn't. You owe me too." "But I'm done, at least for the time being." Pavel complained. The Plaything sat with her legs opened wide, exposing her pussy. "Lick it. Make me cum too." Pavel realized that he would have to satisfy clients any way they wanted. Here was a woman wanting to be satisfied on his tongue. He thought her clitoris looked like a ripe, succulent nectarine. He leaned down to give it a tongue tap. He started to munch on the nectarine. He took it between his lips and pursed downwards. While he was doing this he managed to glance up at the Plaything. She had leaned back, moaning softly. "You make me feel so good, stud," she said, quietly. Pavel returned to her clit. He moved several fingers around in her pussy. He then used his tongue as a pecker to rapidly fuck her clit. This sent her moans up an octave. She grabbed his head, holding him over her pussy. Pavel took that as a sign that she wanted a regular mouth bath. He covered her clit with his lips, sucking and chewing on it. "I'm almost there. A few more minutes." she said. Pavel just continued to tongue her some more. He flicked his tongue around, stimulating her to the point of no return. "Yes! That's it. Now. " She squealed. She held his mouth in place, as her body convulsed beneath it. Pavel continually moved his mouth, until he felt her relax. "How was that?" he asked. "A plus perfect," she said, with a sigh and a smile. Pavel had successfully completed his initiation. His impressive boner made him some instant clients. After he passed the initiation, Pavel would serve as a stud, satisfying the women who needed his services. Being a stud was in many ways easier than being a Plaything, because all he had to do was stick his prick somewhere and move it around. However, unless he also served gay men, he would not make as much money as a Plaything. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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