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Author: Alessia Gerini and Maria Multi
Title:  Stare Date
Part: Part 1 of 2(?)
Summary:  picked up by a hotel pool for assessment as a sexslave, Alicia is 
seduced and then...(?)
Keywords: Fdom/F, FdomM, NC, bond, toys, exhib, oral, anal
Editor: Pee J with much gratitude
Copyright: Alessia Gerini and Maria Multi (c) 2003
Comments: mariamulti@hotmail.NOBULL.com-or-alessia@37.NOBULL.com
Website 1: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/alessia/www/
Website 2: http://www.angelfire.com/jazz/Alessia.gerini/

==+==+==
Disclaimer: This story is a FANTASY -- pity -- but it is, so there. Other 
than the authors and editor, no person, living or dead had anything to do in 
or with this story; resemblance is coincidental and/or unintentional. Any 
sex portrayed was within the "Safe, sane and (almost) consensual" creed of 
the BDSM community. Minors or adults should not read this story where their 
laws, culture or religion forbids it. We take no responsibility for 
enforcing upon you your ethical, legal or moral duties -- you must do that!
==+==+==

@>--'--,--
Dedicated to a special 'Lady'
- alessia.


'Stare Date'


The Encounter


The click of approaching stiletto heels cut into the peace of the early 
morning. A bronze-tanned apparition, unexpected at such an early hour, 
emerged from the rear of the hotel lobby into the sunlit area of the outdoor 
pool and garden. The bikini-clad vision discarded her robe and heels and 
stretched out on one of the poolside lounges. From over the pool, Alicia 
looked up and stared at the gracious form with her near-black hair, and long 
legs.

Alicia had seated herself by the edge of the pool where, until then, 
everything had been quiet. Wavelets lapped at the edges of the pool, the 
sound enough to send her mind drifting into despondency.

Alicia had brought a young woman, Jenny, to the plush hotel for a weekend of 
lust but it had all turned sour when Jenny suddenly became uncertain of her 
Sapphic inclinations and had taken up with a young stud at the hotel's night 
club.

Alicia felt devastated all night tossing and turning in her bed tormented by 
her loss. Alicia mused to herself, perhaps sixteen was young and possibly 
too immature for the long-term relationship she wanted, despite the earlier 
passion between them. Miserable, she gazed at the rippling water.

She'd come down to the pool in the early morning with hardly anyone about. 
She'd taken off her bikini intending to go for a swim in the nude. She'd 
wanted to feel no restraints on her body and she wanted the turmoil within 
her soothed by the cool water. Feeling morose before launching herself into 
the pool, she just sat, paused, and let the cool water lap between her 
overheated thighs.

It was then she had heard the clack of the stilettos.

Since the arrival of this other woman, Alicia realised that she had not 
taken her eyes off her. She also became aware that from time to time this 
woman had glanced up and had seen her staring. Alicia's thoughts were of 
Jenny and that she was gone, but still something made it impossible for her 
to avert her gaze from this stunning woman. Her thoughts began to drift from 
Jenny to the delightful apparition across the water.

---

Unknown to Alicia, the woman had won a top contract against a competitor the 
day before. Celebrating her success, she'd booked in at the plush hotel as a 
special reward for herself. In her mid thirties, she was on the hunt for 
somebody special and perhaps it would be this weekend that somebody would 
turn up. Tracey was ready for any good prospect.

She'd vowed to look out for a nice twenty-something young woman to dominate: 
like the girl staring at her -- and she was nude too. She was actually 
sitting at the poolside completely naked. Though, at that hour of the 
morning, it would be unlikely that anyone would be around to see her. As the 
younger woman looked across the water, Tracey's excitement and anticipation 
began to grow. To sit there without a stitch on, in a place like this, at 
the very least, she had to be uninhibited. Definitely a possibility, thought 
Tracey.

God, she had boobs one dreams about and a body to match. This would be a 
delightful catch; she knew she must try to land this prize. She was 
certainly going to do her utmost to snare this delightful and apparently 
open-minded young woman.

Tracey rose and without seeming to stop as she reached the edge of the pool, 
in one movement dived into the water. Hardly causing a splash her body 
disappeared leaving a few ripples and a set of expanding concentric rings. 
Alicia wondered whether she was awake or dreaming or if she had only seen an 
apparition. But there was the dark shadow moving under the water.

The figure surfaced half way along the length of the pool.

---

The woman broke into a styled stroke. Time after time, the swimmer plied the 
length of the pool. Alicia was fascinated. She found herself staring and 
staring. Coming out of one dream, she'd slipped into another.

As water pearled over the woman's shoulders and ran down her back and 
bottom, Alicia found herself wondering what it would be like to trace 
fingertips across those shoulders, how it would feel to descend into the 
whirlpool that formed between those thighs.

With rhythm, the woman carried on swimming lengths of the pool. Sometimes 
she seemed to notice Alicia, who sat as if in a dream, swathed in her 
feelings and her arousal burgeoning from watching that body coursing through 
the water.

Her eyes never left the woman and when she climbed the steps out of the 
water, Alicia's eyes soaked up every little rivulet of water that ran down 
her back and thighs.

The woman dried herself and once again lay on the lounge. Still Alicia's 
gaze didn't waver: it remained fixed on this woman, entranced. Once or twice 
she looked up at Alicia, but no expression betrayed her thoughts. Still 
Alicia's gaze remained fixed. Then she rose and dived into the pool again.

Without warning, the swimmer came directly towards the aroused Alicia.

Everything seemed silent as her arms ceased and her feet stopped kicking. 
Carried by her momentum the woman glided towards Alicia whose heart beat 
faster as she realised she was about to be confronted by the tall, beautiful 
woman. She felt that she was still staring rudely. She did not know what, 
but an odd compelling feeling came over her to be replaced by a thrill - the 
chilling thrill of the unexpected, of the unknown.

The woman raised herself out of the water to the level of her bikini top. 
Alicia watched the water run from her breasts as she stood. On pushing back 
her hair she revealed a wonderful face of classic style, her olive skin 
looking shinny as the water ran down her face and upper body. She gave 
Alicia an appraising look with her intense dark-brown eyes.

Those intense eyes held Alicia motionless. Alicia quivered under the 
scrutiny as the two women's eyes meet. The swimmer seemed cucumber cool as 
she stepped close to Alicia

Being nude did not usually bother Alicia, but now she regretted not wearing 
her bikini but, at the same time, was becoming deeply stimulated with 
excitement.

Alicia sensed intensity as again the gaze moved from her eyes over her lips, 
her neck, finally coming to rest on her breasts. Alicia's nipples grew hard 
at the woman's stare. The woman's eyes then moved over Alicia's belly, by 
now full of butterflies. And then moved down coming to rest on the neatly 
trimmed pubes of her mons. Alicia had never before been so acutely aware of 
her body. She felt a need to cover herself, but the eyes held her transfixed 
and from the mouth of that face came a voice.

---

"Hi, I'm Tracey," and after a short pause went on, "why are you staring at 
me, girl?"

"I'm sorry, I wasn't really meaning to." Alicia said her voice hushed and 
uneven, desperate to hide her embarrassment.

All the time she had been watching this woman, she had not anticipated that 
she would abruptly come face to face with this dream. And yet, here she was 
being minutely scrutinised: eyed up and down from very close quarters. She 
felt transfixed by her own nudity, suddenly feeling stupid for not covering 
herself before, but now realising that it was too late. Her nude body 
inspected carefully by Tracey seconds ago and from a distance of no more 
than two feet.

In a soft humiliated voice Alicia said, "It wasn't really anything, you 
see," and pausing with uncertainty, continued, "I was just lost in thought 
and was almost mesmerised by your style and the flow of your movements. I 
really didn't mean to be rude."

Something inside her wondered, why she was trying to justify herself to this 
unknown woman. But that line of thought went no further as Tracey said, 
"Rubbish! I could practically feel your gaze on my back. Every time I took a 
breath, you were staring at me. It's obvious that you can't stop looking at 
me; you can't tear your eyes away from my body. It's written all over your 
face what you would like to do to me, and, more to the point, what you'd 
like me to do to you, and now you are horny as hell. Let me see if I'm 
right, shall we?"

Without warning, she placed her hands on the inside of Alicia's knees and in 
one slow movement, separated her thighs revealing Alicia's decoratively 
shaved mound and clean pussy.

She did not have to push very hard.

Alicia, perplexed and paralysed by the brazenness of the action let it 
happen. She didn't understand why - she knew she should leave. Bizarre and 
embarrassed as she was, it felt so inappropriate but it excited her beyond 
credence.

She had seen, been through and done a few things, but this went way beyond 
anything she would have thought possible. A total stranger, in a very public 
place, without any great effort, had opened up her thighs and looked at her 
most intimate parts. That she'd offered no resistance was incomprehensible 
to her!

Whatever Tracey said or did to her left no room for dissent, and little as 
that dissent might have been, Alicia felt captivated by her intent look that 
never lost contact with her own hazel eyes. Feeling incapable of resistance, 
she was in self-doubt by Tracey's bearing. Alicia felt as if she were in 
fantasyland and as her arousal grew stronger, dumbly watched as Tracey 
opened her up still more.

Held by Tracey's willpower, Alicia answered with a yearning look of 
subjugation. Tracey reached for Alicia's pussy and without hesitation 
slipped a finger slowly between the damp labia. As she had expected, it 
easily slipped into the velvet folds.

A touch of a triumphal smile broke out on Tracey's face, "I thought so."

Alicia jerked spontaneously as Tracey's finger touched her. It sent flashes 
of wild desire through her mind and body. Any instinctive reaction to close 
her thighs had gone. The steely look in Tracey's eyes and the craving for 
her touch was enough to immobilise Alicia.

Tracey pulled out her finger; it shimmered in the morning light. Both women 
looked at the wet finger. Alicia, humiliated, glanced sheepishly at Tracey. 
How could she let a stranger violate her like that - and in a public place? 
The shame and the thrill intensified.

Holding her finger up with the smile of a conqueror Tracey said, "You see, I 
was right. I can read you like a book. I should punish you for trying to lie 
to me when you so clearly want me to fuck you."

With that she again placed her finger back between the swelling lips of 
Alicia's labia; Alicia whimpered as her finger slipped between the wet lips 
of her pussy. Slowly she started to move her finger in and out, establishing 
an easy rhythm.

Alicia wanted to close her eyes and lose herself in the soft, compelling 
spell of sensuality that this mysterious Tracey had cast over her. Those 
determined dark eyes held her there and did not allow any drifting away, but 
made it plain that she was there, sitting naked by the pool side, letting a 
total stranger finger her. And despite her misgivings, she loved it.

Alicia did nothing to stop her, she was transfixed, and although she knew 
that Tracey had some strange hold over her, it didn't seem to matter. 
Tracey's finger affected Alicia, as one would expect; it stimulated and was 
bringing her to the boil. Slowly Tracey continued to slide her finger back 
and fourth between Alicia's ever swelling labia, imperceptibly increasing 
the pace while adding a second finger.

"You're a lucky girl," she said, still fixing her attention. "Your pussy 
feels hot and welcoming. I could fuck you right here, couldn't I? You'd like 
that wouldn't you."

Suspended in submission, Alicia's heartbeats increased echoing her 
accelerating breathing. She tried to nod agreement, but said nothing as the 
sensations overcame her and radiated to all her being. She looked into the 
eyes that held her, her own glassy eyes blinking erratically.

"Wouldn't you?" Tracey repeated, jabbing her fingers deep into Alicia who 
was shocked and thrilled by the sudden pleasure and pain.

"Answer me!" Tracey repeated and again jabbed her fingers into Alicia's 
sensitive centre. "And what's you name, anyway?"

"Alicia," came the hushed reply between increasingly uneven breaths.

"And, Alicia, you want me to fuck you, right?" Another jab took the place of 
the stroking fingers.

"Yes," Alicia whispered, "please fuck me, T-Tracey, don't stop; please don't 
stop."

"Well, Alicia, horny as you are, I guess we could fuck you right here, 
couldn't we?" Tracey said, continuing to finger Alicia's crevice, "But 
before we fuck you, let's see what you taste like."

And so saying, she opened up Alicia's knees even further, buried her face 
between her thighs and with her tongue went straight for her pleasure bud.

She did not have to do very much tonguing but constant pressure combined 
with minuscule movements sent waves of hot quicksilver racing through the 
lowest point in Alicia's abdomen flashing lights in her brain.

Alicia could not believe that this was happening. There she was with a 
woman's head between her thighs in a public place in broad daylight. It was 
wild!

With those compelling eyes no longer holding her attention, Alicia closed 
her own, lent back and supporting herself on her arms, and as the tongue 
probed her love channel, she started to grind her wet pussy into the lovely 
face. As Alicia's excitement grew, Tracey reached for her victim's knees and 
slowly but firmly parted them even further.

Almost out of control, Alicia started humping her hips as a powerful orgasm 
started to build inside her. But just before she was about to explode, 
Tracey extracted herself from the succulent pussy and looked Alicia in the 
eye again.

Alicia slowly came out of orbit.

"W-why did you stop, T-Tracey?" she asked with glazed eyes, "You were 
fantastic; it was so good, please finish me off now you've started; please, 
I need you to . . . to f-finish me off," she pleaded.

"No, we'll stop here," was the agonising reply. "There is a better place for 
this - and more. Follow me and I will show you," she said mysteriously.

Supporting herself on her arms, Tracey pushed and rose out of the pool, 
slipped into her shoes and draped her towel around her shoulders.

Flabbergasted and as horny as hell Alicia sat there looking down at herself 
oozing onto the pool's edge, then up at Tracey wondering what was happening. 
Her clitoris ached from the unmet need that filled her mind, indeed, her 
whole being.


The Lobby


"Put on your bikini bottoms, Alicia," Tracey directed, "and take my hand. 
You will come with me. Now!"

As Tracey looked up she noticed Alicia seemed to want to discuss it but a 
commanding look turned any doubts into a smile instead. Without another 
word, Alicia picked up her bikini briefs and stepped into them, pulling them 
up. As Alicia was about to put on the top Tracey took it out of her hands.

"That won't be needed Alicia."

"But Tracey, if we are going into the hotel and I'm, well . . . uncovered, I 
need my top."

"Don't worry. I am with you," said Tracey, and taking her new toy by the 
hand, she escorted Alicia off towards the lobby. At a waste bin, Tracey 
casually tossed Alicia's bikini top into it.

"Tracey, please," gasped Alicia, "Do you know how much that cost?"

Tracey stopped and turned to Alicia taking her face in her hands, looked 
deeply into Alicia's eyes and then with gentle slap on her cheek said, "You 
silly girl! Surely that is of no consideration."

Alicia looked at Tracey, doubt hovering on her face but Tracey's reassuring 
look resolved her fears, "No Tracey, I suppose it isn't. I guess you know 
what you're doing."

A shiver of dread went through her as she guessed she was going to be 
publicly exposed topless in some parts of the hotel. And she knew that her 
rather large breasts would hardly go unnoticed. A mix of sheer fright and an 
odd thrill swept through her highly sensitised body at the thought.

"Sure I do," came the reply, a sly grin appearing as she turned away from 
Alicia and towards the lobby.

With her free hand, Alicia covered herself as best she could. That was until 
Tracey turned to see her. She stopped abruptly, slapping Alicia's hand away.

"Who said you could cover yourself?" The woman grabbed Alicia's chin again 
twisting her victim's face round to a few inches from her own. "You keep 
your arms down by your sides girl, or you'll be very sorry. Understand!"

"Y-yes, Tracey, I'm sorry, but there are people around the corner."

"I'll worry about the people, you worry about what I might do to you. Okay?"

There was no need to answer that rhetorical question but Alicia was now 
anxious about Tracey's motives and what she intended. She still felt caught 
as if a butterfly in a net, of intrigue, coupled with acute arousal.

They entered the hotel lobby from the poolside. Tracey and Alicia knew there 
were people having breakfast within sight of the lobby. Tracey noticed a 
hesitation in Alicia's stride but she held Alicia's hand firmly. She walked 
on proudly in her swimsuit leading Alicia clearly her prey for all to see. 
Alicia followed with breasts bare, nipples stiff, face flushed and looking 
at the floor hoping to avoid any staring pairs of eyes. She could hear the 
clatter of cutlery and the hum of voices from the breakfast area adjacent to 
the foyer.

"Are they all staring at me?" she asked.

Tracey didn't answer but gave a little laugh, Alicia a quizzical look, and 
an "of course" nod combined. They continued on to the lifts. As they waited, 
Alicia's heart pounded behind her swelling breasts. Tracey said, "Alicia, 
I'm proud of you not flinching while they looked wide-eyed at you!"

At that declaration, Alicia winced as she blushed bright red-hot right 
through her body but she was aware of the persistent undercurrent of 
excitement deep within her. "I wasn't sure if they saw me," she whispered. A 
thrill shook her to the core.

The doors opened and Tracey heard a sigh when Alicia saw that it was empty. 
They stepped inside and the doors closed.

Stepping behind her prey Tracey's hands closed round Alicia's breasts and 
started softly but firmly, to roll her nipples between her fingers and 
thumb. She pulled the girl to her and felt her own breasts press against the 
back of her already submissive sex toy. She felt good, very good.

Nuzzling Alicia's ear she whispered, "Trust me, Alicia, you're doing just 
fine. Just try not to displease me."

Tracey's voice was calm and firm and for Alicia reassuring. She had felt 
terrified walking bare-breasted through the lobby, absolute terror and 
humiliation. Now the sweet voice calmed her a little but she felt so 
flushed, not just her face but also her whole body. The soft hands on her 
breasts aroused within her a passion for "her" Tracey. Tracey's fingers were 
like magic working on her nipples. She watched Tracey working on her in the 
reflection in the shiny metallic doors in front of her.

Alicia knees weakened as her nipples in particular bore the brunt of 
Tracey's lecherous onslaught. Alicia sensed an orgasm approaching if it 
continued. Tracey pushed Alicia up to straddle the edge of an eruption only 
to ease back seconds before relief. It was an art form for her - she knew 
how to play her toys to perfection like finely tuned violas. Alicia was 
discovering new erogenous delights.

Alicia realised that her pussy juice had not stopped flowing since the 
episode by the pool where Tracey had taken her to the edge of a massive 
orgasm. The juice was glistening in the lift's light as it slowly oozed 
through the thin bikini bottom, it's aroma now evident in the enclosed 
space.

Oh, my God, I must have been showing my juices to all those people. Alicia 
felt the shame and the humiliation sweep over her once more, but at the same 
time, she felt that strange excitement continuing to surface. Meanwhile, 
Alicia felt obsessed by the audacious Tracey and the attention she was 
receiving from her.

The more Alicia thought about her walk through the lobby the more aroused 
she became. But Tracey wanted me not to "displease" her. What did she mean? 
I would not knowingly displease Tracey. Tracey was in total control of the 
situation and of herself. And me too, Alicia pondered.

"I won't displease you Tracey. I'll do anything for you."

Alicia looked at the floor. Her hands moved to her pussy to relieve the 
sexual tension that had her on the brink of orgasm since the incident by the 
pool.

Sharply, Tracey exclaimed, "No!"

Alicia froze, what had she done wrong? Shit, she wanted to come, she was 
desperate to come, and she felt she must come now or die. "Oh, god, I know 
you said keep my hands by my sides. I didn't take my hands off my legs. 
Tracey, I need to um f-f-finish," Alicia whimpered softly.

"Wait! I have plans for you and your gorgeous body. And don't displease me 
again or you'll regret it."

Alicia's mind worked overtime: Wait for what? Plans for my body -- my body 
-- what is going on? A zillion scenarios ran through her brain. All of them 
thrilled her, titillated her, scared her but she dared not question Tracey. 
If anyone had asked her, she would not have been able to say why not. It 
just felt absolutely right, but menacing too.

She stood there silently, her stomach churning; her breasts throbbing, her 
pussy twitching in unfulfilled arousal. She noticed a small wet patch 
appearing through the fabric between her legs. She stood there trembling in 
anticipation, not having any idea of what was in store for her. At last, the 
appallingly slow lift stopped and the doors started to open.

Oh, fuck, she thought, I'm near naked, Tracey is holding my boobs and my 
pussy's dribbling all over, I pray that nobody is waiting. Alicia's mind 
raced with such thoughts sending her into an almost dazed shock. Her 
humiliation would be complete if anyone were waiting.

Tracey stopped her manipulations but did not take her hands away. She stood 
there with Alicia facing the door and standing behind her holding those 
breasts high, offering them to anyone who might be standing outside waiting 
to use the lift.

Alicia had been petrified, torn by an urge to cover her nakedness in those 
public places, the lobby and the lift. It felt weird but somehow natural at 
the same time, as though Tracey's hands belonged there. Her hands were warm 
but sensual, arousing her, yes, but giving her an intangible sense of 
purpose: to be with Tracey. Her breasts thrust out proudly, her sweet 
strawberry buds pulsed on puffy areolas, her pussy twitching, yearning for 
Tracey's touch. Although her humiliation ran deep, Alicia began to relax 
into a comfort zone, albeit, erogenous.

A wave of pride arose in Alicia. A pride she had to claim and exhibit for 
the gratification of the daring Tracey. As someone who so clearly cared 
nothing for social conventions, living by her own rules. Tracey was always 
in control. In her realm, Tracey ruled and had the power to grant permission 
for Alicia to enter that realm. It was for Alicia to indicate she belonged 
to Tracey and that she was hers and proud of it. But Alicia had not yet 
realised that; the question remained open.

The lift doors opened and Alicia's heartbeat sharply increased, and though 
she was relieved she was, in a way, disappointed no one was there waiting. 
Humiliated or not she thought how proudly she would have looked them in the 
eye with her breasts in Tracey's possession. Her pussy lips had swollen, she 
felt sure her clitoris protruded stamen-like from its protective petals 
awaiting activity.

All the while Tracey had been gently grinding her mound against Alicia's 
bottom. With an additional nudge of her pelvis, she motioned Alicia to start 
walking. She released her hold on her breasts and took her by the elbow. 
They walked down the thickly carpeted corridor until Tracey stopped in front 
of a heavy door. Using a key card, she unlocked it. The door swung open 
revealing a darkened room, the heavy curtains drawn only allowing entry to a 
single finger of light.

"Step into my parlour said the spider to the fly," Tracey murmured into 
Alicia's ear as she gently pushed her through the doorway.

That was too much.

Alicia froze. Suddenly anxiety got the better of her lust.

All she had ever learnt rebelled and a voice inside her head screamed: are 
you out of your mind, Alicia! Practically naked in a dark room with a woman 
who is a total stranger she thought: you fool, what are you letting yourself 
in for? Run!

"I'm sorry," she blurted out. "I left my towel, sandals and purse by the 
pool. I'll just run down to get them. I'll be right back, I promise."

There was no reply.

She only heard the sharp click as Tracey closed the door. Alicia's heart 
raced as Tracey came to her; right up into her body-space.

"No, please open the door. I need to go. . . ."

Tracey took Alicia's face in her hands and placed a kiss on her lips. The 
gentle touch of lips-to-lips calmed Alicia a little, but she continued to 
protest at not being able to leave. Tracey was blocking her exit. A panic 
almost overcame Alicia.

"No, but really you see. . .  " she said as Tracey took the tip of her chin 
in her left hand and silently looked her in the eyes.

Slap!

There was a sudden explosion on the side of Alicia's face as Tracey's hand 
taking a large swing, struck her cheek.

The blow threw Alicia's face sideways. After a moment of shock she drew a 
deep breath and wanted to scream, fight back, but her voice was silenced 
when, on the return swing, the back of Tracey's hand crashed into her other 
cheek.

With her chin held firmly, the pendulum swung four times on the stunned 
Alicia. Then, Tracey took her by the shoulders turned her round, marched her 
into the darkened room and threw her face down onto the bed.

Alicia began to regain her senses and started to resist, but it was too 
late:  Tracey's body pinned her down. With her feet pressing firmly into the 
back of her knees, Alicia's legs were immobilised and with each wrist held 
down, she was spread-eagled on the bed unable to budge.

Tracey began her grinding motion again. Alicia felt Tracey's hot breath on 
her bruised cheek. She began to feel what was happening to her - for use as 
a sex toy for Tracey. She tried to raise her head and shout for help, but 
her face was pressed too firmly into the covers by Tracey's brow pushing the 
back of her head.

A desperate contest of strength ensued. After a prolonged and silent fight 
Alicia's resistance and strength of will waned, and Tracey started to nuzzle 
her ear. She whispered, "You silly little girl. I warned you. Don't get me 
all horny and then try and toddle out on me. This is no playground where 
little tarts think they can call the shots by pleading for mercy or just 
walking out when things get tight or frightening for them. This is the real 
McCoy baby. You are in my power and I will fuck you, never mind how. You 
will submit to me and you will love me for it."

Tracey paused for effect and then continued, "Your strength will wane as you 
feel me immobilising you. You will become convinced of the uselessness of 
your efforts and even your mental resistance will fade. For a while, you 
might hate yourself while you fight me. You will give in as deep down you 
know what you desire. You want me, to be my toy, be owned by me. I could see 
that back at the poolside and that is why you came here."

Tracey paused again, "You know in your inner self I'm telling the truth: you 
let me humiliate you - you loved it, it excited you and it will again, and 
often."

Alicia detested every word she heard. She hated it but in the depths of her 
struggling soul, she knew Tracey was right. She would love to have a strong 
will but she knew that submission to Tracey was her role. The bedclothes 
muffled her sobs of self-pity while tears streamed from her eyes.

Alicia, as Tracey intuitively knew, was just as physically strong as was she 
and probably as intelligent. However, the other side of Alicia, the hidden 
side, she'd immediately recognised was submissive. Of course, she knew 
Alicia would have denied it, even to herself. She'd fought it and her 
conscious mind continued to resist it. She was supposed to be forthright, 
assured and self-confident, but here she discovered that Tracey's strength 
of will excited her. Even so, she still resisted stiffly.

Tracey called me a tart, she reminded herself, and said she was going to 
fuck me. Shit, she was fucking me so well: so why all this tart drivel! Her 
cheeks still burned in pain. God, she thought, I feel so hot for her, but I 
don't need slapping like that.

"Please, Tracey, please don't call me names," she said timidly. She was 
still struggling, not so much against weight and strength as Alicia was 
physically as strong as Tracey, but the overwhelming willpower over her.

Tracey replied, "I'll call you whatever I like, you subbie tart."

"But I'm not a tart or a sub . . . "

Tracey cut her off, "You are what I call you. Shut up until I ask you to 
speak. I'll punish you if you backchat me again, and I'll show you what to 
expect at the very least."

Just as she said "least" she brought her hand hard down slapping Alicia's 
right buttock. "Oh, oh, shit," yelped Alicia.

As Tracey struck her left buttock, there was another cry from Alicia and 
another almighty slap on the right one. Alicia's cheeks stung to an extent 
she could not believe. Then another almighty slap hit her on the left side 
again.

"Oh, my God, Tracey, please no more. I can't take anymore."

"I know you aren't deaf, I told you to stop the backchat."

Two more very hard slaps on Alicia's butt and two on the ribs catching her 
breasts quietened her "backchat," but that did not stop her tears. Tracey 
waited several seconds then leaned forward to kiss Alicia's neck and 
shoulders. She also gently rubbed Alicia's bright-pink buttocks.

"You are mine Alicia; we both know that, don't we? Answer me."

"Oh, Tracey, I . . .  " her weak voice trailed off, thinking about saying no 
and its consequences. Then she said, "I want you; I'll do anything you want 
me to."

"That is true, Alicia, my sweet subbie slut, you will, you most certainly 
will."

"Y-yes, you're a subbie slut," she quietly admitted to herself without 
knowing its full implications.

Alicia wanted Tracey to get her to orgasm. Oddly, in a way she didn't 
understand why she had become very aroused by Tracey's spanking. She had not 
considered that the painful slaps might have a part in her arousal, nor the 
stroking of her stinging butt-cheeks or ribs and the sides of her breasts.

"Good girl, now we are getting somewhere," Tracey said calmly. "Pass your 
right arm up to me."

Alicia obliged; Tracey reached under the pillow for the suede cuffs she kept 
there in her special room and as her plan dictated. She efficiently attached 
them to her new slut's wrist, clipping it to the silk rope hanging from the 
bedpost.

"Now your other arm sweetie."

Alicia raised her left arm obediently; Tracey cuffed it and clipped the rope 
from the other bedpost. Spread out and still lying on her belly, Alicia 
accepted that Tracey had complete control over her. Tracey had hit her, 
abused her and she wanted more. She had maddeningly resigned herself to 
accept Tracey's domination - and she was desperate to come.

Tracey intended that from now on she would teach Alicia to orgasm only with 
her permission or on her command. And she might command Alicia to orgasm in 
a train, in a shopping mall, in a restaurant, at parties, in fact anywhere 
she pleased. All this would be in the future, for now Tracey had some 
serious training for "slut."

Then, with the silk rope she cuffed Alicia's right ankle to the left 
foot-post of her bed. "Slut" offered no resistance and Tracey quickly 
secured Alicia's right ankle and roped it to other foot-post.

She ran her hands over Alicia's back massaging it. Alicia groaned. Tracey 
worked her way downwards over the pink buttocks. Alicia's moans continued. 
Tracey's hands massaged her thighs, right down the calves of her slut who 
was now audibly moaning in delight. Tracey could see Alicia's come had 
soaked the crotch of her bikini. She grinned.

Tracey rose from the bed. Alicia turned her head to watch as Tracey now 
stood on the thick carpet as she slipped off her bikini top, baring her 
breasts. Alicia sucked in a breath of air, clearly impressed. Tracey amused 
herself by bending and gently running her nipples over Alicia's calves and 
thighs. Tracey pulled aside the narrow strip of cloth covering Alicia's 
labia and she could immediately see her oozing even more; looking at 
Alicia's body below, she smiled. She looked at Alicia's bikini and decided 
they had to go.

Alicia's eyes followed Tracey to the chest of draws where she pulled out a 
pair of scissors. Alicia's eyes widened. Tracey returned and snipping 
through one side of Alicia's bikini bottoms, ripped them off. Alicia's mouth 
dropped open, shut, and then open again. She wanted to say something but did 
not want any more slaps.

Finally, breaking the total silence Tracey said: "Okay, now for some serious 
sex!"

Alicia nearly stopped breathing in anticipation. Surely now that with 
"serious sex" she would be permitted to orgasm.

Tracey pushed her own bikini bottoms off and then lay back on the bed next 
to Alicia. She placed her leg over the back of Alicia's and brushed her bush 
against the girl's thigh. Her fingers trailed down Alicia's spine and she 
smiled as she watched the goose pimples raise on Alicia's rosy cheeks. She 
was on the home stretch now, but a couple of challenging hurdles remained. 
How would the little thing react? Would she cross the defining frontier?

Tracing the tips of her fingernails along the inside of Alicia's thigh, she 
slowly worked her way to the centre of Alicia's buttocks. Alicia gasped once 
more as Tracey's finger at last connected with the soft lips of her oozing 
pussy. Excruciatingly slowly, Tracey repeatedly dragged her fingernail up 
and down Alicia's slit, and when she finally touched the raw nerve endings 
of Alicia's thumping bean, she felt as if her bud had burst as her back 
arched her off the bed.

"Gosh, you are horny, my little darling, aren't you," she whispered in 
Alicia's ear. "Ask me again, sweetheart, ask me to make you come."

"Please, Tracey, fuck me," Alicia whimpered, "I'm frantic. Please, Tracey, 
make me come. Fuck my cunt."

"Oh yes, we'll fuck you sweetie," Tracey replied. "We'll fuck you so well, 
it will make your ears pop".

Saying that, she slowly inserted three fingers into Alicia's cunt and held 
them there enjoying the violent twitches of the younger girl's hot flesh.

"Would it bring you off if I just left my hand there, my horny little 
sweetie?" Tracey whispered.

"Yes, oh God, Tracey, please don't tease me again," Alicia mumbled, "please 
take me over the edge."

"We'll do more than that little one." Tracey replied.

Accompanied by a regretful moan from Alicia she pulled her fingers from the 
girl's dripping pussy and softly drew them up the crease of her bottom.

As Tracey's finger passed, as if by accident, the sensitive rosette of 
Alicia's anus, the young girl jerked and made a noise of surprise, even 
resistance. Tracey passed her finger back over Alicia's hole and she felt 
the girl tense up again.

A virgin anus, Tracey thought to herself, how delightful. Who would have 
thought it? What a prize, what a lovely surprise!

"Hold still Alicia," she whispered. "Don't you like me caressing your little 
arsehole?" So saying she started rolling her finger, wet with Alicia's cunt 
juices, around in the rim of her small opening. "Surely it feels good when 
you softly wipe your arse or when the warm and firm shit comes out of you 
and tickles all the nerve endings in this little channel. I can't believe 
you don't like it."

"Tracey," Alicia said, "It feels awful. Nobody has ever touched me there 
before. It's so dirty."

"But it feels nice as well, doesn't it, sweetie," Tracey said as she 
continued to roll the tip of her finger around Alicia's hole. "Are you 
afraid that if I stick my finger in there, I might stumble on a piece of 
shit? Are you?" Alicia was silent, hoping that this awful situation would 
end now.

"Well, if I do I won't mind." Tracey said. "Who cares about a little piece 
of shit anyway? And you are my horny little piece of shit, aren't you. My 
lovely horny little piece of shit. Yes, that's what you are."

All the while her finger was moving back and forth between Alicia's two 
openings bringing up more lubricating cunt juice. Repeatedly, Tracey's 
finger dipped in a little deeper. Each time Alicia would tense up and clench 
her buttock-cheeks trying to escape the probing finger.

"Don't tense up on me like that, honey slut," Tracey said. "It'll hurt more 
if, you do." And Alicia knew it would hurt. Tracey would not even have to 
try to ensure that.

While the outer rim of Alicia's anus was beginning to succumb to the probing 
fingertip, the sphincter muscle inside felt hard as a bone. Its penetration 
was her challenge and Alicia's anal virginity was going to be Tracey's 
prize.

She would need to summon all her domme skills in order to reach her goal. 
Sure, she could just rape the girl and ram a few fingers up her arse but 
probably that would then be the end of it, devoid of any deep satisfaction 
for either women.

Instead, she wanted to feel Alicia giving in to her. She knew if she could 
get her to accept the initial inevitable pain, then Tracey's finger buried 
deep in her rectum would stroke the girl's heart and a deep feeling of 
belonging would ensue.

Most of the first knuckle of Tracey's finger had by then slipped inside 
Alicia's anus. She withdrew and entered the girl again.

"This does feel nice, doesn't it," she murmured into Alicia's ear and 
slipped her other hand under the girl's crotch to start gentle gyrations on 
her clitoris.

"Oh yes, Tracey," Alicia moaned, "Give it to me. Please make me come I'm 
desperate. Please fuck me," she pleaded.

"I will make you come you wild, horny, little dove," Tracey said softly as 
she continued her manipulations at both of Alicia's nether orifices. "When I 
do, it will be the reward for submission to me of that tight virgin rosebud. 
For when you do, you will orgasm as never before."


The Submission


Tracey knew that she was going to hurt Alicia, hurt her body and manipulate 
her sprit in a way the girl would have never before experienced.

She also knew that Alicia wanted to give in to her: give in to her in a much 
more significant way than she had so far. The fact that she was here with 
one of Tracey's fingers dipping into her dripping pussy and the other one 
poised at the mouth of her anus waiting for the inevitable invitation she 
knew she would give and which would superseded all other verbal or physical 
denial signals.

Tracey knew that Alicia wanted her to take her to a point where she could 
accept the pain, to take that responsibility and for Tracey to help Alicia 
reach that point. She would not disappoint her. She'd found the mental 
strength she needed to split open the lock that barred access to Alicia's 
butt-hole.

The probing finger became rigid, slow and relentless. Tracey put pressure on 
the hard sphincter of Alicia's bowels. To the accompaniment of Alicia's sobs 
and moans of pain, she slowly made headway.

Alicia began to weep as she felt Tracey's prizing finger. She felt as though 
a large stake was driving into her, although it was only a finger. She 
wanted the pain to stop, but she knew it would not. She could only guess it 
would end once Tracey's finger had penetrated her to the hilt and was fully 
buried into her butt. She also guessed that the more she could give in to 
Tracey's power, the sooner it would become less painful, but she hated this 
part of what Tracey was doing to her.

All the while, her clitoris was sending out paroxysms of bliss throughout 
her body keeping her close to the edge of orgasm. Finally, the point came 
when Tracey's finger could go no further. Alicia sighed with relief and now 
the pain had stopped her mind was able to connect with her steaming clit.

"Now I'm right inside you," Tracey said. "I feel the softness of your 
insides with my fingertip while the base of my finger is clasped firm by 
your anal ring." Tracy smiled saying, "I am wearing your ring; your anal 
ring my slutty dove. Thank you for giving it to me."

Alessia managed to blurt out, "Oh my God!"

"And here is your reward. Come, slut, come now and come all over me in a way 
you've never come before."

Her free hand moved to cover the whole of Alicia's drenched cunt. She took 
her in hand and with quick palpitating movements of her fingers, she 
unleashed a flood of sexual energy that swept Alicia to the very peak of 
consciousness. Spasm after spasm of euphoria raced through her. Tracey's 
delight rose even further as she felt the contractions on the ring around 
her finger as Alicia's heaving sighs continued for what seemed like an eon.

For Alicia the orgasm seemingly lasted forever, taking her to a promised 
fantasyland, where the laser show blinded but the pleasure seemed endless.

Gleaming in her sweat she fainted away into a dreamtime.

This was it! Tracey felt certain Alicia was now hers, but there was one 
final leap required. The next fence was still high but without damaging 
violence. She had taken the girl over the first hurdle and she knew, without 
the slightest doubt, would succeed at the second as well.

Slowly, the rhythmic movement of Tracey's fingers on Alicia's puffed red 
labia subsided. She allowed her slut back down from her wild flight above 
the billowing clouds to set her gently down again. Alicia opened her eyes to 
see Tracey and smiled.

Alicia's racing breath returned to a normal level again as she lay spent and 
sated in Tracey's arms.

"There now, my sweet," Tracey murmured in her ear, "That was better than a 
quick fuck by the poolside, wasn't it. You see, I did not promise too much 
and I was right to take charge of you. And now tell me, that finger in your 
virgin arsehole, how does it feel? Does it still frighten you?"

"God, Tracey, I don't know," Alicia mumbled dubiously. "It is still so 
unusual and still a bit scary. I feel stretched and I feel I want to 
contract and expel, to relax and let go of all the "shit" that's inside me."

"We'll get you there," Tracey said. "I'll slowly take it out again." As 
Tracey withdrew her finger from Alicia's arsehole with a twisting motion, 
even the smallest movement touched nerve endings that shot a flash of 
pleasurable tremors through Alicia's body.

"Oh, please Tracey, careful. I feel as if I'll just spill my guts all over 
the bed, but it feels so nice, so warm. I wish your finger could stay inside 
me and this feeling of draining my mental baggage could go on and on till 
it's gone."

"All good things must come to an end my little slut," Tracey replied, "I'll 
be back, this time with two fingers. Eventually, you will be able to take my 
whole hand."

"Oh God Tracey, that will hurt like hell."


The Lesson


"Yes, my darling it will hurt. It will hurt as I am going to stretch that 
tight ring of yours some more, and it will hurt mentally as you submit more 
of yourself to my will. Your longing for more of the same will be immense 
and I will give you a plug to wear to help you."

"A plug?"

"Yes, my sweet slut, you'll love it."

"Now two fingers?"

"Yes, and you'll orgasm again. Having seen my slut come, I can promise 
another just as good."

"I'll try Tracey," Alicia said softly still unsure of what Tracey promised 
in the longer term. Alicia was not a natural masochist as she was a natural 
submissive so she was somewhat dubious but to say so to Tracey was 
unthinkable. To Alicia, Tracey had a weird effect on her, one she found 
petrifying but also electrifying. Tracey was at once kind and an ogre of 
huge proportions.

"There's no trying here, sweetheart. You will take it. I am sure you will 
please me. Expand your mind. Relax your orifice for me. I'll give you hints; 
breathe softly and constantly press a little bit as you do on the toilet. It 
relaxes your sphincter and makes my entry less painful. I'll help you with 
some extra lubricant." She reached into a bedside drawer, took out a tube of 
lubricating jelly and squeezed a sizeable dollop on Alicia's butt hole. 
Alicia twitched and took in a sharp breath at the cold on her newfound hot 
spot.

Tracey felt calmness spread over Alicia as she concentrated on what was 
ahead. Dipping again into the lubricant of Alicia's freely flowing juices, 
she pasted the girl's anus some more. It bulged and stretched out to her as 
Alicia followed her advice only to pucker and close up again, seemingly 
trying to draw Tracey's fingers into her.

How delightful, Tracey thought to herself, like a little baby sucking at a 
nipple. Well my baby, keep sucking because here it comes.

There were no tricks here, no pretence. Tracey pushed and built up the 
pressure and was not going to stop until Alicia yielded once more and she 
got where she wanted. She would continue to press on until Alicia, in her 
mind, overcame the powerful, natural reflexes of her body and soul to 
contract, to keep out intruders.

Alicia moaned deep in pain as Tracey's two fingers fought their resistance. 
She knew she could not stop this experienced woman. Submission and 
acceptance of the searing pain in her arsehole was the road to relief. The 
fight that went on was not between Alicia and Tracey as to whom was on top, 
but between Alicia and her own mind's baggage. Her reflexes rebelled while 
her sense urged her to submit, to accept the inevitable and to open up her 
soul to this new power, Tracey.

It was a long struggle but sense and Alicia's submissive side prevailed. As 
if touched by some magic key the sphincter opened up. Alicia gave in to one 
enormous orgasm that hurled her into the mattress, bucking and clamping onto 
Tracey's fingers. Tracey had taken possession to the hilt of her newly 
conquered territory and for Alicia a stage curtain had opened on a 
completely new world of experience and pleasure.

The two women lay breathless, silent and exhausted on the bed. Tracey, 
deeply moved, had taken a liking to the naive Alicia and now wanted her 
submission even more. She was the perfect sex slave for her. She had taken 
charge of the girl and had carried her to new heights, heights that she had 
never dreamed of attaining. She had opened a new vista for Alicia and had 
opened a new road for her that led to her inner being.

After what seemed ages, Tracey stirred.

"What a strong girl you are," she whispered. "You are worthy of me. I 
respect your submission. Our bodies and minds fit so well. Yin and Yang, 
opposites and equals in their strengths and weaknesses. I take you, and in 
your submission, you'll take me, like it or not."

Slowly she started to twist her fingers in Alicia's butt and then began to 
extract them again.

Alicia just shook her head. No, she did not want Tracey to leave her. It was 
crazy. A few moments ago, she had wrestled with herself to accommodate the 
pressing intruder, and now, just when she was just beginning to feel 
comfortable with the sensation of a filled behind, that same intruder was 
ready to pull out leaving a gaping open space.

"No, please don't pull out, Tracey," she cried. "Now that you are in me, 
please don't leave me."

"I call the shots here remember," Tracey shot back in a stern voice as she 
nuzzled her ear. "And don't worry I'm still here."

And with that, she pulled out.

"Right now, sweet subbie slut, lesson two."

With a few deft movements Tracey released the clips that held Alicia's hand 
and ankle cuffs, flipped the girl on her back and had the clips back on 
before Alicia, who had thought her bonds were being released, realised that 
the show was by no means over. She yelped, "What are you doing?" as Tracey 
chuckled at her new toy.

"Sweet slut you'll find out, but no real harm will come to you if you're 
really good."

God help me, good at what? Alicia thought as her mind took her into a world 
of fantasy. Unfortunately, the fantasies were all of more pain, more 
humiliation and greater submission. Her hole felt empty and she now wanted 
something to replace Tracey's fingers. She was as wet as if she had 
showered, but now she smelt of her womanhood.

Tracey tightened the straps that held Alicia's arms and legs, adding a 
spreader between her knees, and forced them wide, exposing her labia to the 
open air. Alicia could not help but become aroused once more and her cunt 
dribbled its juice. She would have sworn her clitoris was visible - it 
throbbed resolutely. Tracey took a deep sniff of Alicia's juicy bikini 
bottoms before stuffing them into Alicia's mouth. More humiliation inflicted 
upon her - her own slushy bikini bottoms in her mouth.


The Play


"Suck these while I organise a few things."

Tracey took a good look at Alicia, seeing an attractive young woman in her 
early to mid-twenties, thick hair and a shapely body. Satisfied, she walked 
to the telephone to dial a number.

"You really are quite gorgeous -especially like that," she said to herself 
as much as to Alicia.

"Hello, it's Tracey in Suite 69, please arrange for my special brunch for 
two to be brought to my room as soon as it is ready."

Tracey listened to the voice on the other end say, "Certainly Ma'am." Then 
she said, "How long will it take?"

Tracey listened again to the voice say, "Thirty minutes Ma'am."

"Okay, thank you."

Tracey hung up the phone, turned and wandered over to the bed saying to her 
captive, "Well, we have half-an-hour to play. What shall we do? I have an 
idea, would you like some ice?"

Not wanting or waiting for an answer she skipped over to the bar fridge, 
extracted the ice tray and put half the cubes in a jug. Talking one out and 
sucking on it, she headed back. Sitting on the bed, she held it over Alicia.

Alicia had remained quiet during the last few minutes of respite from 
Tracey. Now, with a glint in her eyes she watched and waited for the 
freezing drip to hit her. The drop formed. Both watched it drop. It hit 
Alicia just left of her right areola causing her to suck in a quick breath. 
Tracey moved the cube aiming for the nipple.

Bull's eye!

Alicia twitched, her nipple stiffened instantly while the freezing water ran 
down between her beasts then slowly to her tummy. The drips quickened, 
exciting both women. Tracey reached for the bedside drawer to get some 
sticky tape. She taped an ice-cube to one of Alicia's nipples and then one 
to the other, watching her squirm saying, "Alicia, my little slut, you like 
that don't you? Your moans give you away, but if that isn't enough you are 
juicing your cunt again. Would you like ice there too? Yes, of course you 
would."

Tracey fished two more cubes from the jug allowing them to melt slightly in 
one hand and leant over to kiss Alicia. Just as Alicia lifted her head and 
their lips touched Tracey pressed both cubes into Alicia's slick cunt as far 
as she could get them. Alicia emitted low cry but Tracey took little notice 
of whether it was in pleasure or pain; she was readying herself to return 
just one finger into Alicia's butt hole. Getting her finger slippery in 
Alicia's juice again she marvelled how Alicia produced so much 
self-lubrication.

With her finger ready to penetrate that now not-so-virgin hole, she said to 
Alicia, "Okay, sweetie, relax I'm going in again to make you come again 
before we eat."

Tracey found the puckered entrance and pushed slowly. Alicia groaned as 
Tracey's finger slid into the still-tight hole. Reflexes caused Alicia's 
precious anal ring to grab the finger. Now, unlike earlier, there was 
considerably more elasticity in that precious ring.

The ice plus this new stimulant made Tracey's new toy moan in pleasure, and 
she was trying to say to Tracey, "Yes, yes, Tracey!" but the words came out 
in a rasped mumble as the toy's eyes glazed over. She tried hard to relax; 
the ice and the finger propelled her to another highlight she had not before 
experienced. This discovery both disgusted and thrilled her. Her thoughts 
muddled, she lay back for a moment letting it all sink in. Then as the 
sensations got the better of her revulsion, she let her body max out in 
ecstasy.

She thrust as much as her restraints would allow as the last of the icy 
water ran down her body. Tracey leant over and bit the throbbing knobs on 
her captive's boobs, watching the face before her wince in pain and delight. 
She was throwing her head about and making guttural animal sounds. To 
Tracey, slut Alicia was on a sexual high again and would soon riding high on 
a orgasmic trip.

At this, Tracey knew she needed some of this action. She stopped playing 
with her slut's knotted nipples and removed the remaining ice. Then, she 
moved her body over Alicia's to squat over her face. Smirking at the face 
below, Tracey pulled her finger out of Alicia's butt hole and carefully 
watched her slut's reaction. Disappointment was all over her face. Her eyes 
opened and she saw Tracey's wet pussy inches from her mouth. A hungry look 
appeared on that face; her eyes fixed on the pussy before them.

Tracey laughed, "You would love to taste me, to lick and suck me until I 
came all over your pretty face, wouldn't you?"

"God, yes, oh yes, yes, oh yes, Tracey!"

Tracey said nothing but lowered herself to feel Alicia's waiting mouth touch 
her sensitive labia. Tracey was indeed, horny from her work on Alicia. And 
as she felt the wet-velvet tongue run across her open labia lips, a long, 
low moan emitted from her.

"Shit, wonderful, so fucking good," she murmured as she sank herself onto 
that face grabbing the head of her slut toy.

She pulled on the head, pulling it into her. The mouth and tongue worked 
hard giving a much-needed pussy cleaning to Tracey. The sensations were 
magical, sending ripples of ecstatic pleasure out from her pussy to engulf 
her mind and burn up her body. Tracey, approaching orgasm, was wailing in 
supreme delight and she mashed and squirmed herself into the face beneath 
her.

Alicia breathed in air whenever she could and gave her all to satisfy 
Tracey. But for Alicia it was heavenly sucking and slurping the pussy nectar 
from Tracey. Alicia took great satisfaction from Tracey's orgasm when it 
came. She had felt it building within the women above her. The muscles 
surrounding her head tightened then quivered as the juices flowed copiously 
into Alicia's waiting mouth.

After Tracey came out of her multi-orgasmic trip, she slid her juicy pussy 
down over Alicia's breasts to kiss her long and passionately. The kiss, 
returned with vengeance, was hot. Tongues probed and swapped stories of each 
other's taste. Tracey slipped two fingers into her slut's love channel as 
far and as hard as she could. As she started thrusting in and out, she 
palmed the very hard but slippery wet bean she found awaiting her. Quickly 
she had her restrained "friend" grunting and breathing even more heavily 
until Alicia let out a wail shaking her head and body in bliss.

Alicia was away in a liberation of her sexual urgency, thrashing about on 
the ends of her tethers. Beads of sweat glistened on the bodies of both 
women. They both lay temporarily exhausted, puffing, letting their heart 
rates lower, looking at each other, lust still in their eyes.

Tracey lay next to Alicia idly playing with the nipples of her slut. They 
were still hard and Tracey thought to sensitise them further by flicking 
them and listen to little gasps as she did so.

Both women could see quite well, their eyes long ago dilated in the dimness. 
Tracey smiled at Alicia as she teased her nipples. Both Alicia's nipples 
were hard, tight and throbbing. By then, Tracey sensed in wonder that Alicia 
was not fully sexually satiated, but then neither was Tracey.

Tracey broke the silence, saying, "More with brunch?" She checked the 
bedside clock and continued, "Yes, I'd better get you ready. It'll be here 
before we know it."


The Delivery


With that, Tracey stood up from the bed, walked over to her wardrobe and 
started to rummage around in a drawer.

"This will do nicely, I think," she murmured as she turned around to face 
Alicia.

Alicia's heart skipped a beat; her breathing went ragged and beads of sweat 
began to form on her forehead. Alicia became tense again, terrified of 
possible pain, as she carefully watched her tormentor-lover-mistress. 
Although then, she thought of her as some kind of beguiling witch.

Tracey was holding a bag of clothes pegs and two dildos, one of them an odd 
looking one. Of course, Alicia had heard of bondage but had not thought it 
went much further than what she'd now experienced. She had never considered 
aspects of BDSM for herself because she feared the painful aspects of it. 
Now she knew it was to be a reality and she was very scared.

"What are you going to do to me? Tracey, please don't hurt me," she pleaded.

Tracey frowned, "No backchat, slut," she said as she walked to the bed 
menacingly. "That was your last warning as I am about to give you some toys 
to play with during our meal. I won't punish you any more than that."

Barely audibly, she snivelled, "Oh god, Tracey, yes okay."

"I am going to dress you up for the ball my little darling," Tracey said, 
looking at Alicia with that intimidating gaze of hers. "If it's a waiter who 
brings our brunch he will get extra attention. A waitress, well, we can give 
her a shock." Tracey snickered wickedly and then continued, "I'm sure we are 
going to give them something very original to see. We are certainly going to 
give them something to remember you by."

Carefully choosing her words in order not to incur the wrath of Tracey, 
Alicia whispered, "Dress me? I'm all tied up already."

"Don't make a noise or a scene, because if you do I'll just have to punish 
you. I designed punishments to hurt, to teach you my lessons of proper 
behaviour. Behaviour according to the rules I make. I can see that you don't 
like pain so don't give me a reason. You will only make the whole thing 
worse for yourself, little 'fuck apple'."

Alicia's heart pounded in trepidation, a fear of the unknown again rushed 
upon her. Alicia was sure Tracey was not cruel by nature, but she said this 
would be painful. She meant it before, so in dread she expected more pain - 
just as she had before when fingering her rosebud, and that really did hurt 
a lot. The resultant climax, though, was truly magnificent. Alicia took a 
breath and waited in terror but at the same time hoped for the extreme 
ecstasy previously experienced.

Tracey knelt on the bed and started her leisure activities to Alicia's body. 
Interrupted only by the occasional painful whimper from the bound girl and 
by moments when she bent over to kiss or lick away a tear that had started 
to well up in Alicia's eye. But, largely, Alicia took what she knew was 
probably in store for her.

"You're doing well little slut," Tracey murmured in Alicia's ear. "I'm proud 
of you. I know these pegs hurt my little dove, but trust me. As you'll 
notice once the clip is on you the pain doesn't get any stronger. At least, 
not until I take it off. But I also know you and this business well enough 
by now to know that these clips also thrill you. There's a prickling as if 
an electric current is running from your boobs to your pussy, isn't there? 
And the thought of exposure to a stranger in this way, right at this moment, 
is giving you one of the biggest kicks in your life. I can tell sweetie, 
because your pussy is dripping again."

Finally, she stood up and admired her handiwork.

Spread-eagled, blindfolded and gagged, Alicia lay on the bed breathing 
heavily. She was really uptight and aroused by the looming prospect of being 
seen by a total stranger, most probably male, in a situation for which 
'compromising' was a woefully inadequate description.

Trussed with clothes pegs her areolas made her breasts stand up like a pair 
of Van Gogh's sunflowers at midday. And like a botanical specimen, two clips 
stuck directly out from each nipple, standing out like erect stamen.

Another clip gripped her clitoris sending a continuous stream of pain and 
pleasure impulses that her brain found hard to grapple with, wanting less 
pain but more pleasure at the same time.

 From her swollen labia, glistening with expectant secretions protruded the 
end of a notable dildo while the smaller butt plug nestled into her, 
arousing and extending her now more elastic rosebud.

There was a knock on the door and Alicia froze. She knew it was a member of 
the hotel staff but being blindfolded she could not see whom. She could not 
hide; she became thankful she would not know. However, that did not reduce 
her humiliation or the undercurrent buzz that stirred within.

With a chuckle, Tracey got up, gave the dildo a wriggle, pulled on the butt 
plug and then went to the wardrobe and put on a red silk kimono, laughing at 
the squeals Alicia was making through her bikini-gag.

"Just a minute," she called, went over to the bed, bent over and kissed 
Alicia on her forehead. With acute anxiety, Alicia could feel her body 
blushing hot from her face down.

"You look so exciting my dear, I could eat you again right now," she 
whispered into Alicia's ear, "and I will later."

She went into the passage to open the door.

Outside an over-weight, older steward stood, sweating a little under the 
weight of the sizeable tray that he was shouldering.

Stepping sideways to let him in Tracey said: "Come in, and place everything 
on the table in the bedroom, please."

The waiter walked into the passage of the suite leading to the bedroom and 
nearly dropped his tray as he stepped into the darkened room and caught 
sight of Alicia. Hearing Tracey's voice behind him say, "Take no notice of 
anything you see and keep your eyes to yourself and on what you should be 
doing." He averted his eyes.

Tracey well knew the guy would, at the very least, take a peek; if curiosity 
kills cats, humans told not to look do so almost every time.

He steadied the tray on his shoulders and carefully turning away from the 
incredible sight on the bed, he faced Tracey.

"Where would you like it, Madam?" he asked politely, but a little shaken.

"If you are referring to our brunch, you can put everything where it should 
go, on the table of course, where I've already said."

Placing the tray on the table the waiter started to set out the meal, but 
the apparition on the bed was irresistible and in between his tasks, he cast 
furtive glances at Alicia.

In the darkness of her blindfold, Alicia heard the occasional clinking of 
china and cutlery. Somehow, she felt she ought to rebel, but any opposition 
was impossible as her cuffed and roped wrists testified. She could do 
nothing but accept the situation and all it entailed. It came as no relief 
for her in abandoning all responsibility and just let it happen. She had no 
choice. She felt humiliation but realised that was pointless. Alicia decided 
that just as she handled the pain she would enjoy displaying herself.

And with that came pride. Yes, she thought to herself, I don't know who the 
hell you are man, whether you are black, white or bindle, but here I am, and 
she wanted to shout out: Yes, it's me right here, Alicia, and take a good 
look, I'm fucking special!

Tracey watched the waiter carefully for a few moments as his eyes wandered 
between his work and Alicia. Tracey allowed him a good look before she 
pointedly tapped him on the shoulder. She turned him to face the bound, 
gagged and totally naked beauty on the bed. Now, fully facing Alicia, he 
stared at her despite his disobedience of Tracey's demand.

"I did tell you to keep you eyes to yourself," she purred at him, "but I 
guess the sight must be irresistible. Like any hot-blooded guy as soon as 
you see a piece of tit you start to slobber and loose all sense. She does 
look so sexy, spread-eagled like that and blindfolded. Which part of her do 
you want the most, those fabulous boobs - just look at those nipples? Or is 
it her pussy you want, just look at how pink and wet her pussy lips are."

With that, she nuzzled into his neck and playfully nipped him. She then 
reached around him, running her hands down from his waist to each side of 
his fly. There she found what she suspected, a hard cock. She massaged it 
through his trousers, feeling it forcing its way up in his boxer shorts. He 
had stopped working and ogled Alicia while having his cock kneaded 
tantalizingly. Tracey carefully unfastened his trousers and reaching into 
them with one hand took out his dick, by then fully erect. The waiter was 
quite unable to resist either looking at Alicia or the touch of Tracey.

He just stood there. He had stopped thinking and just soaked up the sight 
and feelings. He hardly noticed that his pants had fallen to the floor.
Rolling his balls around, Tracey started to wank him off slowly sliding her 
fist down his shaft and then back up, gradually increasing the pace.

"I bet you'd like to fuck her right now, wouldn't you. Look at her; she's 
all wet and horny. You could ram this cock of yours right into her. And have 
you noticed, she even takes it up the arse, you see. Have you ever been up 
that alley with your little walking stick here?" Tracey said sweetly but 
deceitfully as she continued to rub his dick up and down.

Alicia heard every word. Her pulse raced and not only was she proud, of the 
forceful Tracey, but also proud that Tracey was being so complimentary about 
her. Even so, she was fearful of what Tracey was going to make her do. She 
hoped she would not actually get the guy's rod shoved into her. For Alicia 
that was a horrific thought, but she was becoming very scared that was 
exactly what Tracey had in mind. She tried to let Tracey know by screaming 
it into her panties and gag. Little escaped but muffled noises.

The waiter's hips started to thrust at the soft fist surrounding his pride 
and joy, and he was sure that relief was near, that this stunning guest was 
offering the spread-eagled and equally stunning other young woman to him. He 
was sure that was the intention. Maybe he would have the two of them.

With her other hand she reached for his fully retracted balls, the sack 
drawn up tight as an orange. It was obvious he was in an acute state of 
arousal. As she continued to wank him   Tracey felt the contractions at the 
base of his dick. She knew he was about to shoot his load. With her thumb 
and first two fingers, she squeezed the base hard cutting off the impending 
ejaculation. Then with the hand holding his balls she squeezed hard, holding 
him like a vice.

A bolt of pain shot through the waiter as he let out a loud yelp, but Tracey 
gave him no rest. Still holding on to his balls, she stepped around him and 
started to drag him to the door.

She hissed through clenched teeth. "You didn't really think I'd let you 
vilify my little slut with your stinky come! Go find some other hole you can 
stick that dick of yours into, because it's not needed here. We have better 
things to do. Listen, there is something happening here which really does 
not concern you."

Tracey pushed him towards the door and tossed his clothes at him. He hastily 
grabbed his trousers and pushed his feet into them. His cock had lost its 
pride and was now just a pathetic shrivelled bit of wilted skin. She opened 
the door and pushed him into the corridor. Lucky to still be on his feet, 
the waiter still stood there dazed holding his aching tackle. With his 
trousers around his knees, he struggled to pull them up.

Shaking with spasms of laughter Tracey called out the words often found on 
notices in public toilets:  "Gentlemen, please don't forget to adjust your 
dress before leaving!"

And with that, she swung the door closed leaving the poor waiter listening 
to her gloating voice through the door. Alicia had heard it all and started 
to wonder what the poor bloke had done to Tracey to deserve such severe 
treatment. But Alicia had seen other oddities, a dominating trait in Tracey 
and wasn't about to question her motives.


The Brunch


Alicia had totally lost control of herself when she heard a male voice. She 
felt exceedingly humiliated and her whole body blushed. Alicia, knowingly 
seen by the waiter in that grossly erotic state, thrilled her absolutely. 
She didn't understand why. Her flow of femme-come increased dramatically; 
she didn't understand that either. She was fiercely aroused and becoming 
more so.

Still shaking with laughter Tracey came back into the room and pushed the 
dildo into the sloppy wet hole, making it ooze juices. Then she removed it 
very slowly to tease, leaving Alicia feeling hollow and empty. Then flicking 
the pegs off Alicia's tits one by one, she watched Alicia's face wince.

"This hurts does it?" Tracey asked, still chuckling.

Of course, by now Alicia's tits and clitoris were numb, but each removal of 
a peg the blood rushed back into squeezed flesh causing an exquisite but 
painful tingling that was also enormously arousing. Tracey guessed and 
Alicia knew that another orgasm was developing in 'slut'.

Tracey decided that Alicia's vocal reactions had been restricted for long 
enough and she removed the gag.

"Oh, god, Tracey, yes a lot, it hurts a lot, but . . . it's bloody wonderful 
. . ." Alicia's voice trailed off into a hoarse moan. As each peg flew off, 
Alicia, inflicted with pain then pleasure, soared higher with her impending 
climax. Each spot throbbed mercilessly, but the removal of the last peg, the 
clit peg brought on a massive orgasm. Alicia's pleasure-centric brain blew 
her soul into Tracey's hands.

Tracey had sensed a climax building in Alicia. She had thrown off her robe 
to go down on the sweetness of Alicia's come-flood and drenched her face in 
the watermelon-pink juicy flesh. Tracey's act had Alicia straining at her 
cuffs, wildly thrusting at the face pressed into her. The orgasmic 
sensations drenched her mind and body in ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure went 
on for minutes.

Tracey thought that she deserved some of this delight for herself and 
twisted to lower her puffed-up pussy onto Alicia's face. Alicia was very 
eager to be of service to Tracey and feasted on the delectable pussy. Both 
women climaxed several times in the, so-called, sixty-nine position.

Tracey sat up and dragged her slick pussy all over Alicia's chest and 
stomach. She forced her pussy onto Alicia's rock-hard nipples, flicking her 
exposed bean on them. She pushed each between the engorged lips, and 
dildo-like kept squeezing them until one of Alicia's tits was inside her. 
She wriggled and squirmed on Alicia until she came all over Alicia again. 
For Alicia to feel her boobs squashed, squeezed and Tracey tripping out on 
her upper body so frenetically blew her into her own ecstasy.

When they both came back to earth Tracey then remembered the brunch they had 
waiting.

"Oh, I hope our brunch is still as hot as that was," she said.

Alicia feeling exhausted looked at her come-soaked self and inhaled the sex 
aroma mixed with the food. It stirred her and she stole a look at Tracey, 
admiring her body, but she wondered what next was in store for her. After 
all the sex she'd had that morning, she felt 'pussy tingles' at the thought. 
But now she needed the food awaiting them.

Tracey went to the table and removing the silver warmer found the food still 
quite pleasantly hot. She picked up a plate and a fork and sat on the bed, 
touching Alicia with a bare knee. Alicia looked at her quietly laughing, 
"I've never felt so fucking horny or fucked. That was fun."

Tracey nearly choked with mirth on her first mouthful. "Yes, my darling 
slut, it certainly was."

"God, I'm hungry," Alicia whispered. "Pussy sure tastes great but food 
nourishes more."

Tracey leaned over a little poking a finger well into Alicia's cunt, 
scooping up as much of Alicia's juice as possible and sucked it all off. "Oh 
yeah, your cunt juice is fabulous my little fuck toy."

Tracey tucked into her third mouthful of pancakes, fruit and syrup. The 
smell of bacon permeated the smell of woman sex. Alicia was dribbling from 
her pussy and now her mouth.

Tracey teased her captive a little more, drizzling some syrup on Alicia's 
nipples, rubbing it in with two fingers. Alicia had no control over her 
reactions, even abused as they were, her nipples shot hard again, and she 
closed her eyes as the exquisite sensations rapidly aroused her yet again.

"My god, you really are a sexy little slut, aren't you? You can't get 
enough, can you?"

Alicia felt humiliated again; she could not remember ever being so randy for 
so long and after almost continuous sex for hours. "Yes, Tracey, it's 
wonderful."

"Hmm, yeah, that's obvious," said a smiling Tracey, "Eat!"

Tracey loaded the fork with the delicious food, stuffing Alicia's mouth 
while she leaned over and licked off the sticky syrup. Poor Alicia chewed 
madly, moaning in a crazed double delight. As soon as she swallowed she 
said, "More, please, Tracey. Certainly!" Tracey leaned back and nibbled 
those sensitised nipples greedily.

Alicia giggled and squirmed, "Oh god, more food please?"

Tracey laughed and fed them both all the food they had left and that was a 
lot. They both burped and farted, and giggled through it all. Alicia still 
bound with cuffs and rope, immobile and at Tracey's 'disposal' grew more 
comfortable with her disposition. She now trusted Tracey and although Tracey 
had hurt her more than once -- she was now happy to be with her. She was 
even aware that Tracey might hurt her again. She had come so much her body 
ached, yet incredibly, she was still itching for more sex. She really was 
Tracey's sex slut.

Notwithstanding the pain, she now knew she would do anything for Tracey.


Acceptance


Tracey unbound Alicia saying, "Okay, my slut, I'll undo you and you shall 
shower and wait for me to clean up and dress."

"Um... Tracey, I've still got the thing in my bum. May I take it out in the 
shower?"

"Yes, you may, my sweet slut. Be sure to wash it well."

Tracey followed her into the shower where she supervised her. This seemed 
odd but nice to Alicia; Tracey who had a wonderful body also clearly admired 
Alicia's and that made her feel good.

Alicia reached behind, bending she eased the butt plug out and started 
soaping I clean. Without it she felt cavernous inside; an awful feeling of 
insignificance, of worthlessness. It made her feel desperately ill although 
she wasn't sick. She held the plug, now cleansed, in her hand looked at it 
almost fondly. Turning to Tracey with tears in her eyes, she wet herself. 
With warm urine gushing down her legs begged, "I want it back please Tracey, 
may I buy it?"

"Silly girl; yes, you can put it back, and no, you can't buy it. I'll give 
it to you. Wear it as a memento of today."

A smile lit up her face, "I can have it. Oh thank you!"

Alicia tried to get it back in but it wouldn't go. Struggling with 
frustration she swore at it. Tracery laughed loudly and said, "You must 
lubricate it, sugar slut; spit on it a lot and then try."

Covering it with her spittle, she eased it back in. the relief written on 
her glowing cheeks was obvious. Her eyes sparkled at Tracey as she said in a 
sultry tone, "Who would have thought I'd beg for one of these to be stuck up 
me."

Tracy laughed again.

Not long after she had shampooed and rinsed her hair, Tracey ordered her out 
of the shower.

Disappointed she displayed some discontent. For that Tracey slapped her bare 
bum cheek very hard.

"No backchat. Have you forgotten already?"

Rubbing her stinging butt she replied, "No Tracey, I'm sorry."

"Okay, dry yourself, stand there and wait for me."

Tracey soaked herself thoroughly, luxuriating under the hot water, finally 
ordering the nude Alicia to get a towel for her. She did as ordered and then 
Tracey told her, "Dry me, girl."

For Alicia to be able to caress her Tracey with a fluffy bath towel was a 
treat she had not expected.

Alicia patted dry Tracey's hair and then gave it a good ruffle. She then 
patted down her back, butt cheeks, thighs, legs and feet, taking care to dry 
between each toe. Feeling the softness of Tracey's breasts, Alicia then 
dried each side and the curve of her hips, arousing her yet again. She could 
hardly believe it but the signs were unmistakable. Alicia stepped in front 
of Tracey to dry her and saw a gleam in Tracey's eyes. But she continued 
down over the breasts she adored, to the tummy of her dreams, to the pussy 
she found so delicious.

When finished Alicia stood back a step, saying, "Do you feel dry Tracey?"

Tracey stepped towards her toy saying quietly, "Yes, thank you girl, but I 
suspect you aren't."

Alicia's eyebrows shot up in surprise as Tracey reached to place her hands 
on Alicia, squeezing her breasts together, thumbing her nipples vigorously 
and then running her nails down over her belly. Alicia's eyes closed and she 
waited enthralled. Tracey's nails combed the trimmed bush saying, "Those 
must go." And then she grabbed a handful of arse cheek and cupped her cunt 
pulling them together. Alicia's cunt juices started oozing and Tracey pushed 
three fingers into the hot woman-sex of her toy.

Slowly she worked her fingers in looking for her toy's G spot and after many 
moans of glee, Tracey felt a firm roundish spot developing right where she 
expected it. She worked on it with some extra pressure and she soon had the 
muscular walls gripping her. She watched her slut's face take on the 
rapturous look that appears when lust takes over the mind of the 'victim'.

She watched, smiling and became aroused herself knowing the effect it was 
having. Alicia was thrashing her head about, breathing hard and thrusting 
her hips wildly. Tracey waited until the last second before her slut took 
off to the netherworld of ecstasy and then quickly removed her hands. Tracey 
was now getting damp herself and empathised with her slut but did not yet 
want to show it; that could wait.

Alicia's eyes sprung open, "Oh no, Tracey, please!"

Tracey almost ignored the plea saying, "I own you my slut, body, mind and 
soul. You will come with me when I leave here and you will be mine forever."

The craving girl looking into the dominating eyes, whispering quizzically,  
"Tracey?"

Tracey slid her fingers down over Alicia's breasts, her belly and back into 
the wet warmth, palm up. The hazel eyes before her melted like ice in 
Cointreau, changing colour slowly from a green to glassy brown. "And you 
will obey me whatever I ask and accept any punishment I deem fit. From now 
on, you will call me Lady Tracey. Is that clear?"

"Um . . . I don't know, Tracey."

Tracey worked her fingers in Alicia and asked her, "Alicia, I'll give you 
just one chance to say yes or no. If you say yes, I'll take you with me now 
-- forever. I'll keep you safe and love you as you've never been loved."

"Yes, Tracey."

Tracey was hardly being fair asking as she brought Alicia to the boil yet 
again only to retract her fingers as Alicia's legs turned to jelly. She knew 
the answer would be the same. They both did.

"If you say no I will pack and walk out of here and you'll never see me 
again. Okay? You have one minute to make up your mind."

"Yes, Tracey."

Tracey checked her watch counting down in ten second jumps.

"Five, four, three, two, one. Okay what's it to be?"

Alicia stood there naked, her twat soaking and dribbling, looking 
beseechingly at Tracey, love in her tearful eyes.

"Oh, Tracey, I must be crazy, but yes, I'll come with you!"

"What did you call me?"

Alicia looked stupid -- then a smile crossed her now radiant face, "Lady 
Tracey," she said with due deference.

"Never forget again while we are in private or you will be punished. Okay? 
You understand."

Alicia did not have a clue but was not going to admit it. However, it 
sounded bad so she said, "Yes, Lady Tracey."

Put my bikini panties on, they'll fit you well enough, this too, and then 
come with me. I'll finish your training at home and my submissive, sexy 
slut, you have much to learn."

Tracey threw Alicia a silk camisole and took her slave's face in her hands 
kissing her forehead.

Alicia helped Tracey dress and pack the few things Tracey brought with her. 
Alicia moved towards the door to pack her weekend bag and stuff. Tracey 
waved her off saying, "I will choose your wardrobe from now on. You have no 
need for your things, forget them, they're history."

"Yes, Lady Tracey," Alicia said, proud that she remembered, 'Lady' but 
concerned at what else she might forget; she did not want Tracey provoked.

Tracey wanted her charge to look ready-to-pluck to anyone seeing her as they 
checked out. She fished about in her handbag and withdrew two tiny latex 
bands saying, "Raise your camisole slut."

Tracey slipped one over each nipple immediately causing them to display 
themselves. Tracey stepped back to admire her slut and was pleased at the 
way the sight stirred her insides. The rings of latex were not tight on 
Alicia, but they did exactly what they were intended to do: keep the wearer 
hard and horny. Alicia looked at herself - quivering in delight and smirking 
to herself. She dropped the silk back over her top loving its slippery 
stimulation on her skin.

She said, "Oh Lady Tracey, this feels awesome. I'm as hot as hell."

Tracey chuckled saying, "I hope to keep you like that for a very long time."

"Really, Lady?"

"Does the rest of your life sound long enough?"

Any misgivings forgotten, Alicia hungrily said, "Oh my God, oh, yes Lady."

A part of Tracey's plan was to addict Alicia to sex and it seemed clear that 
was going to be a certainty. Tracey did not think her slave slut actual 
needed these little pieces of latex glove to keep her hard and horny but 
making certain a plan came together was a trait of hers. The camisole 
covered her proud and knotted nipples with lots of bare skin between the top 
and the teeny bikini bottoms. The two knots gave a spectacular show as they 
checked out and got into the back of Tracey's Rolls Royce Corniche 
convertible and drove off.

Alicia nestled her butt into the plush leather pressing her plug in snugly. 
She felt it enter further. "Delectable," she exclaimed as her pussy twitched 
and her asshole clenched its intruder.

They drove away, Alicia christening the leather upholstery of the seat with 
a slick of aromatic femme-come, to a new life as a sex slave for Tracey.

This, she knew, was her destiny.

END (of Part One?)
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