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The Parolee

Janet met Mike at a social gathering. He was rich, she was
gorgeous, and ruthless. She used her body like a well-tuned
violin on him, allowing him every liberty over her. She always
kept up the façade of love and contentment; always fucked him
back with reckless abandonment; always let him think he was in
complete control. They were wed and she spent several years
playing the perfect trophy wife, hating every minute of it. Mike
always thought she loved him. But really she was just a whore
after his money. When his body was found in the twisted remains
of a car, the investigators could not determine the cause. It was
assumed had lost control while talking on his cell phone.

Janet was now in control of considerable wealth. She tried to
manage it all herself, but soon tired of the effort. She needed a
manager, one she could trust. She gathered a list of several
capable sounding prospects, then hired a private investigator to
examine them. Surprisingly, and to her great fortune, he came
back with an interesting report on Jerry Mangalo, the one who had
the best resume. When she showed the videotape to Jerry, he
immediately recognized the underage girl he was fucking on a
hotel bed. Then Janet showed him copies of the evidence that he
had paid for the abortion.

To protect his family and reputation, Jerry agreed to work for
her, to work hard. She in turn paid him very well. She understood
that reward and punishment must be kept in balance. Within a few
short months, Jerry was running her business for her, giving her
the freedom to enjoy her wealth.

Janet decided to start a collection. After those years of acting
out the part of Mike's possession, she clearly enjoyed the
feeling of power she felt when she was manipulating Jerry. She
called up her PI and asked him to find her some more dirt. He
liked his job, he was good at his job. He especially liked the
excellent pay he received working for Janet. He started
delivering people to Janet. Janet used blackmail and her body to
subjugate the men and women he brought to her, breaking their
will, making them her slaves.

On occasion she would share one of her slaves with the PI who
brought them to her. He had a mean streak of his own, and it
didn't take long for Janet to collect incriminating videos of him
raping several bound women. She continued to pay him for his
work, but now he could not quit and could not turn on her.

Some people were more useful to Janet if they kept their lives
together. She developed some allies in places that kept her out
of the official eye.

Other people simply vanished.

-----------------------------

Bill was not your usual criminal. He was putting himself through
college, working hard, getting decent grades. When a friend asked
him to score some drugs for him, Bill used a contact he had. When
he delivered the drugs, the guy turned out to be a detective.
Bill was busted, convicted, and spent a year and a half in
prison. Out on parole, he found a simple one room apartment and a
low paying job.

Early one morning twp cops burst into his room. After a short
search, some planted drugs were `found'. He was handcuffed and
dragged to his parole officer. Bill was completely depressed; he
did not want to go back to jail. He knew the drugs were a plant,
but who would believe him?

The parole officer explained that he had one last chance to stay
out of jail. He gave Bill an address and told him to report there
for work that very day. He should take the 43rd street buss out
to Hayward and walk the last five blocks to the address. Bill
protested that he would lose his job if he didn't show up. The
parole officer explained he would have a new job when he got to
the address.

Bill definitely did not want to go back to jail, no way. He would
do anything to avoid that. He had to borrow enough change from
the parole officer to pay for the buss.

With nothing but the clothes on his back, Bill looked up at the
ornate gate. He double-checked the address with the scrap of
paper in his hand, they matched. He pressed the call button, and
out of nowhere a guard appeared. The gate was opened and Bill was
instructed to present himself to the front door. As he walked
across the spacious grounds, he wandered what sort of job was in
store for him, and whether he would be working here, of if his
new boss just lived here.

He knocked on the door and was met by a beautiful redhead dressed
in a tiny little hot-pink thong bikini. Bill felt his pants
stirring as she led him across the entrance hall and into a
lavish waiting room. She seemed completely unconcerned that he
was nearly speechless, as he couldn't take his eyes off her great
tits and ass. A stylish tattoo of a sun, done in bright yellow
and red, adorned her lower back and ass.

"My name is Marci. Would you like anything to drink?"

"Yes, Marci, that would be great."

Marci brought him a beer, then left him alone for a while, and he
began to think he was quite lucky to be here, even if only for a
few moments to meet with his new employer.

Bill waited for over an hour, even dozed off at one point.
Finally Marci reappeared and said, "Mistress will see you now.
Follow me. Be sure to address her as `Mam'" Bill was lead down a
hall to an office. He and the redhead entered without saying a
word. Behind a large oak desk sat a stunningly beautiful woman
with pale white skin and raven black hair. She was sitting
forward in her chair, her eyes closed. She seemed to be
concentrating on something. Then a slight smile curled across her
lips. She opened her eyes and looked at Bill.

"You are the one that Freddy sent?"

"Yes, Mam." Bill said nervously. He felt her eyes looking up and
down his body. It didn't occur to him that it was exactly the way
he had looked at the redhead.

Janet opened up a folder on her desk. "You are in some serious
trouble, Bill. You could end up serving the rest of your
five-year term in prison. Did you like it in prison?"

"No, Mam."

"Do you want to go back to prison?"

"Absolutely not."

Janet stared at him. The silence was awkward. The redhead
whispered gently "Mam."

Bill understood. "No Mam, I do not want to go back to prison."

"Would you rather stay here and work for me?"

Bill glanced out the window at the well manicured grounds. "Stay
here? What kind of work would I do? ... Mam."

"What kind of work are you willing to do, Bill? What would you do
to stay out of prison? Would you mop floors and clean bathrooms?"

"Yes Mam."

"Would you mow lawns? If I told you to wash dishes, Bill, would
you do that?"

"Yes, Mam."

"What about Marci, here. Bill, would you fuck Marci in the ass if
I told you to?"

The question caught Bill off guard. He glanced at Marci, but she
seemed completely unconcerned at the comment. "Y-yes, Mam." He
had never used a woman that way, and it definitely sounded better
than prison. Marci was a sexy babe, it didn't sound much like
work to him.

"If you agree to work for me, you must always do exactly like I
say. You must wear what I tell you to wear, eat what I tell you
to eat, and sleep with whomever I tell you to sleep with. Follow
my instructions and you will be rewarded. Disobey me, or screw
something up and you will be punished. At any time I can throw
you out and have Freddy send you back to prison. Do you
understand?"

"Yes, Mam."

"Obeying me means you will do anything I order, in exactly the
way I order it. Take your clothes off."

Bill hesitated.

"Dumb fuck. I said take your clothes off! Maybe I should call you
that for the time being, until you earn your name back."

Bill quickly peeled his shirt off. He kicked off his shoes, and
dropped his pants. He felt a little silly standing there in his
socks and briefs. So he balanced on each leg in turn pulling off
his socks. Then he removed his underwear. His semi-soft cock hung
away from his body.

Janet motioned a circle in the air with her fingers. Bill
understood and turned around as the two women examined his build.
With nothing to do in prison, Bill had spent a lot of time in the
exercise yard staying fit. By no means a muscle bound athlete, he
had done a good job with his medium build. Sexually, Bill was
generously endowed.

"Yes, you'll do nicely. Freddy deserves a treat." Janet grinned
wickedly. "Stand up, Slut."

She pushed her chair back away from her desk. From under it
emerged a girl. She had a slender build with small tits and a
collection of bizarre tattoos. Her dirty blonde hair was cropped
quite short. She had like a dozen different piercings across her
face; nose, eyebrows, lips, ears; and more metal distributed
around her body. Her face was wet from Janet's juices; her deep
purple lips were dripping a mixture of saliva and vaginal
discharge. The only thing she was wearing was a thick leather
collar and a short leash. She stood silently next to Janet.

Janet ran her fingers up the inside of the girl's leg and found
her pussy. Janet callously groped her saying, "Get dressed and go
give Mr. Dressler a nice warm thank you. Tell him I am pleased
with his find."

"Yes, Mistress. Are there any limitations this time?" The poor
girl looked up with pleading eyes, hoping.

Janet looked over at Bill, who was now fully erect. "Hmm, no. No
restrictions what so ever. He can do whatever he wants to you. My
agents need to know they are appreciated. Tell him to send you
back when your next period starts. Lie face down across my desk."

The girl began sobbing as she reluctantly pressed her smallish
tits onto the desktop. "No, Mistress, Please don't. I promise
I'll do what ever he asks."

"You know the rules around here as well as anybody. I made a
promise to Dressler. A deal is a deal. You wouldn't want people
to think I don't keep my word, would you"

"No, Mistress."

Janet got a small kit from her desk and took out the contents.
She ripped open a disinfecting swab and scrubbed a small area at
the center of the girl's back, between the shoulder blades. Using
a scalpel, she made a tiny incision in her skin. Opening another
packet with tweezers, she took what looked like a small stick,
smaller than a toothpick, and inserted it under her skin. Janet
mopped up the small amount of blood that had formed and applied a
band-aid.

The girl's posture was visibly slumped as she stood up. She had
just ended her last period. This meant she would spend the next
three and a half weeks fucking Dressler and his buddies. Not only
was he mean and rough in bed, he owned some high-resolution video
equipment and he enjoyed running the camera while groups of men
fucked her. He controlled the lives of a large number of ex-cons
and made extra money selling special-order multi-racial gang bang
flicks over the Internet. At ten or fifteen cocks a day, she knew
she would be having unprotected sex with upwards of two hundred
different men over the next few weeks, all of them convicted of
crimes ranging from drug abuse to rape to murder.

"Now go get cleaned up and ready to go. I'll have Sid drive you
over."

"Yes, Mistress." She wiped the tears from her face with the back
of her hand and shuffled out, clearly unenthusiastic about her
assignment.

Janet picked up a riding crop and strolled over to a window. She
beckoned Bill. "Come look at this. Tell me truthfully, do you
want to go back to prison, or do you want to live here?"

Bill looked out onto the grounds, posh, green. By the swimming
pool several more women relaxed, all wearing identical pink
bikinis.

Janet continued, "The rewards are obvious. If you follow my
orders without flinching and without hesitating or questioning,
you'll end up getting more sex than you ever dreamed of. Marci,
bring your pussy over here. ... Turn around, lift your hair up."

Marci had turned her backside toward Bill and Janet. She had
gathered her long red hair up into a wad on top of her head. The
only thing obstructing the view was the spaghetti straps of her
bikini. Janet pulled on the bow ties one by one and the bikini
fell softly to the floor. Marci, who was now naked except for the
pink high-heeled pumps, turned around to face them. She cupped
her breasts with her hands, lifting them up and towards each
other, accentuating her already outstanding cleavage. Bill could
see that each nipple sported a simple gold ring. He could see a
glimpse of more jewelry between her legs. Her mound was smooth
and hairless.

Bill thought Marci's body was being offered to him. He reached
out to touch.

Smack! Janet hit his hand with the crop and he jerked it back.

"I didn't say you could touch this slave! Lace your fingers
behind your head. I am merely demonstrating what kind of
obedience I expect from you." Janet reached up her skirt, dipped
two fingers into her own sex, and smeared the stink under Marci's
nose. "Bend over Marci."

Marci turned around, spread her legs fairly wide, and bent over
double. She grabbed her ankles. Only in porno magazines had Bill
ever seen a girl like this. He couldn't believe his eyes. He
could now clearly see the jewelry on her sex. She wore two small
golden rings on each labia and another ring through the hood of
skin over her clit. She had one more ring between her legs. A
large one-inch ring was set through her perineum. (Bill was to
learn that although the other piercings changed, all Janet's
female slaves wore this same perineum ring.)

Janet worked up a big wad of saliva spit it onto her left hand,
and spread it across Marci's pussy. She began working it in with
firm up and down strokes that went all the way across her anus to
her tailbone. She mixed up the slow strokes with an occasional
strike on the ass with the riding crop.

"Marci here is my favorite pussy slave." Smack! "She is so
completely obedient, I could lead a Shetland pony in here and
she'd fuck `im like a Tijuana whore." Smack! "How about it,
Marci? Would you fuck a horse for me?" Smack!

"Yes, Mistress." She flinched only slightly when the crop landed
on her ass. She was apparently quite used to it.

Janet reached over with her goo-covered hand and started
massaging Bill's balls. She then gripped his balls tightly, it
hurt a little, and Swish! Smack! Hit Bill's ass with the crop.

"How about it, Bill? Can I expect such cooperation out of you?
You know, you have a choice here. Either submit to me,
completely, like Marci here. Or go to back to prison. Which is
it?" Smack! "It's time to choose; sex slave or prisoner."

Bill was standing there, naked, right behind a bent over girl who
was also naked. His balls were being massaged ands squeezed by a
weird dominatrix wielding a riding crop.  The overcharged erotic
nature of the moment got to him. He tensed up, bent his knees
slightly, lifted up onto his toes, pressed his hips forward, and
shot his load at that moment. His come arched over and landed on
Marci's ass as he staggered slightly, trying to keep his balance.

Janet laughed at him. She steadily squeezed his balls and struck
him hard on the ass, once with each squirt. She knew she had him
from that moment on.

"I'm asking for the last time, slave, or prisoner? Or should I
take your little emission as a yes?" She started gripping hard
onto his balls. It hurt.

"Slave, Mistress."

"Only the slave girls call me Mistress. You shall address me as
Mam."

"Yes, Mam."

"Let's hear it. What are you?"

"I am your slave, Mam."

"My COCK slave."

"I am your cock slave, Mam."

"Very good. And who do these balls belong to?"

"My balls belong to you, Mam."

"If they belong to me, then why did you use the term `My balls'?
I think `these balls' is a better term."

"These balls belong to you, Mam."

"Who does your tongue belong to?"

"This tongue belongs to you, Mam."

"And what about this pathetic thing here?"

"This cock belongs to you Mam."

Janet picked up a small shot glass. She slid it across Marci's
ass and lower back, collecting up most of Bill's spent semen. She
offered it to Bill.

"As my slave you will eat whatever I tell you to. Put your own
come in your mouth, but do not swallow it."

Bill tipped the glass up and took its contents into his mouth.
The salty slickness coated his tongue and gums.

"You will get quite used to the taste of come. This is your own,
but you will frequently taste that of other men. Sometimes you
will lick it from a well-used pussy; other times you will take it
warm and fresh, right from the end of another man's cock. You'll
do that, won't you, slave?"

"Yes, Mam." He mumbled. Bill was somewhat bewildered at the turn
of events. He didn't know what to think.

"You are on probation here for one week. See that ass in front of
you? I'll make you a deal. If you can get through seven days of
training without any major screw-ups, you will be rewarded. I
demand strict obedience from my slaves, and I offer generous
rewards for good behavior. I always keep my bargains. Don't I
Marcy?"

"Yes, Mistress. Your word is as good as gold."

"So here is the deal. You complete one week of proper training,
and for the following week I give you Marci here. From sundown to
sunup she will be your personal sex toy. You both will remain my
slaves of course, but at night you may use her at your
discretion, any hole, any position. You can even tie her up if
you want, fuck her as often as you like. Sound fair enough,
slave?"

"Yes, Mam, that sounds very fair."

"How about you, Marci? How do you feel about being his personal
sex toy for a week? Will you let him tie you up? Will you take
his cock up your ass?"

"Absolutely!" The excitement in her response seemed genuine.

"Then we'll get started right away. I suppose you have keys to an
apartment or something?"

"Yes, Mam, in my pants pocket."

"Marci, take this slave's keys and go clear out his apartment.
Only take a few things. Make it look like he left in a hurry.
I'll send Sid to help."

"Yes, Mistress. What shall I do with his things?"

"Toss them in a dumpster somewhere. Slaves have no need of
possessions."

Marci rummaged through his pants. She found his keys, wadded up
Bills clothes, and promptly left.

"My associate Mr. Dressler has already reported that you have
skipped parole. Outside the fence of this property, you are a
hunted man. Inside, you are safe."

Janet led Bill down the hall to another room. It looked somewhat
like a shower room; the, ceiling, walls, and floor were all tile
and there was a drain on the floor. She directed Bill to an odd
looking piece of furniture. It appeared to be a cross between a
dentist's chair and a gynecology table. It had straps hanging
loosely around it. There was no mistaking what this was; it was a
bizarre raping chair.

When Janet motioned for Bill to climb onto the thing, he
hesitated, and said, "What is ..." Bad move.

"Sid!" she called out. Out of nowhere appeared this huge black
man. He was a good eight inches taller that Bill and easily 90
pounds heavier. Before Bill could react he punched Bill hard in
the solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him. While Bill
struggled just to breathe, Sid flopped him onto the chair like a
rag doll and strapped him down.

Within moments Bill found himself on his back, his legs pinned
onto some well-padded stirrups, his arms strapped above his head.
He was helplessly exposed, and over him stood this huge naked
black man. Sid's face was contorted in rage and he had the head
of his massive shiny cock pressed right against Bills anus. Sid's
hips were bucking and Bill could feel his sphincter beginning to
stretch. He was terrified.

Smack! Smack! "Stop, Sid. Stop!" Smack! Smack! Smack! "I said
stop it, Sid!" Janet was shouting at the top of her lungs and
hitting Sid across the back as hard as she could. Finally she
penetrated his rage and Sid relaxed, but maintained his angry
look and hard breathing. He slowly backed away.

Coming to his senses, Sid dropped to his knees, head bowed. "I am
sorry, Mam. I thought he was going to hurt you..."

Janet grinned at Bill's petrified expression, he was still
struggling at his bonds. "It doesn't look like he is in any
position to hurt anybody. You may go now. Get dressed. I have a
few errands for you to run."

Sid stood up. He looked again at Bill, gave him one of those `I'm
gone get you' looks that Bill had seen lots of times in prison.
He strutted out of the room.

Janet pulled up a rolling chair and casually sat between Bill's
spread legs. She got a firm grip on Bills balls. "He's a piece of
work, isn't he? He is my fanatically dedicated bodyguard. He's
got a huge cock. Out of curiosity, I took it up my ass once. I
admit I found it very thrilling, but it did hurt quite a bit. I
made a bargain with Sid a while back. In exchange for a messy
task I needed done, I promised him exclusive access to my next
new slave for seven nights. That's OK with you, isn't it, slave?"

"Y-yes, Mam." Bill could still feel the adrenaline in his system.
His whole body was shivering. She had a tight grip on his balls;
she could crush them or rip them off at any moment. He was in no
position to say no. What had he gotten himself into?

"Repeat after me. I promise..."

"I promise..."

"For the next seven nights..."

"For the next seven nights..."

"To be Sid's..."

"To be Sid's..."

"Eager sex toy."

"...Eager ... sex toy."

Squeezing down even harder on Bills balls, she said, "One again,
with feeling this time."

Bill could hardly breath from the pain in his nuts. It fucking
hurt! "I promise for the next seven nights to be Sid's eager sex
toy." He blurted out.

"Very good. I always keep my promises. I anticipate nothing less
from you. I'll be asking Sid for reports. I don't want to here
that you were merely compliant. I fully expect him to say that
you were enthusiastic and entertaining, a fully participating
fuck animal in bed with a big horny black man. I've denied him
any sex at all for several weeks now, not even masturbation. He's
pretty fucking horny right now."

"Now I understand that this is a training period, slave. I am
going to give you a chance to get this right. Practice makes
perfect, you know."

Janet unbuckled all of the straps and had Bill stand up. She
grabbed Bill by the balls and led him across the room. She said,
"Get in the chair, slave, and strap your own legs down.

"Yes, Mam." Defeated, Bill walked directly to the chair and
climbed on. It was very well padded and ergonomically designed.
The stirrups were these wide padded saddles that cradled his
entire lower leg comfortably. A strap above each ankle and
another below each knee and his legs were now fully immobilized,
his legs lifted and spread, his crotch obscenely exposed. It was
so comfortable, though, it felt like he could spend hours in this
chair without fatigue or soreness.

"That's better." Janet walked over. From behind the chair she
rotated out some arm rests. They clicked into place securely.
Bill instinctively placed his arms on the rests. They were placed
so that he was relaxed and comfortable. She strapped his arms
down, than made a few adjustments so that the whole rig perfectly
fit his body size. She stepped on a floor pedal and the whole
chair tipped forward until he was sitting nearly upright.

Janet told Bill to open his mouth. She put a red pill on his
tongue, and then put a sport bottle of water to his lips. He
drank and swallowed the pill. Janet picked up a small spray
bottle. She squirted several shots of a mist down Bill's throat.
She waited about a minute, checking her watch. She then had Bill
gargle and rinse several times, spitting into a bowl, cautioning
him to not swallow.

"I just administered a powerful muscle relaxant related to the
botulism toxin. Within a few minutes your gag reflex will be
completely suppressed. I will be able to put anything at all down
your throat, and you will not reject it. The effects will slowly
start to wear off in a few weeks, so gradually you won't even
notice it. By the time the effects have worn off, you will be
such an experienced deep-throat cock sucker that even Sid will be
easy to go down on. Practice makes perfect, you know. I hear that
Sid himself gives a damned good blow job."

"The toxin has some side effects, though. Your vocal chords are
now paralyzed. You won't be able to complain, or beg for mercy,
or even scream in pain. Your voice will take much longer to
recover. You will only be able to whisper for months followed by
more months where all you will be able to do is squeak softly.
There's an outside chance the damage to your vocal chords could
be permanent and you may never be able to raise your voice or
shout ever again. That shouldn't matter though; I neither want
nor need your conversation. As a cock slave, your only value is
to be an entertaining decoration. Any Questions?"

"No. Mam." Bill tried to say, but all that came out was a hoarse
whisper.

Janet pulled out a tray of instruments. She examined Bill's sex
in a clinical way for several minutes, prodding, poking, pulling,
and measuring. She got up and left the room for a bit, returning
with a bowl of very hot water. She carefully washed him between
the legs, and the water was so hot it stung.

Janet covered Bills entire groin with shaving cream. She unfolded
a shining straight razor and stropped it on a length of
well-oiled leather. When she held the blade up to Bills balls, he
squirmed a bit.

"This is a very sharp instrument, and I'm a little out of
practice, so you had better hold still. We wouldn't want any
accidents, now would we?"

"No, Mam." He croaked.

Janet carefully removed Bill's pubic hair, starting on his lower
stomach. Soon all the hair was gone, from his navel to his
tailbone and part way down his inner thighs. She rinsed him down
with the washrag again. The water was cool by now.

Next Janet pulled a length of plastic food wrap from a roll. She
cut a long strip that was about an inch wide. She wrapped the
strip around the base of his scrotum winding tighter and tighter.
Soon his balls were pressed out, his sack distended and shining.

She picked up two items and showed them carefully to Bill. They
looked like two halves of a ring. Each piece was about a half an
inch thick. They were bright white and highly polished. On one
end of each was l small bayonet shaped protrusion; the other end
had a hole. She put on some latex gloves and got out a small vial
of pungent smelling liquid.

"This is some nasty stuff, we wouldn't want it on our skin." She
carefully put a drop in each hole and coated the bayonet tip. She
held them end-to-end around the constricted base of Bill's balls.
Before making contact, she slipped a heavy gold band onto one
half. It looked like a thick wedding band. Then using a large
pair of vise grips with padded jaws, she clamped down hard. Bill
could hear a solid click as the two halves mated together. She
swabbed up the excess liquid.

Janet said, "We'll let that set for a few minutes. Now open your
mouth." She peeled off the latex gloves

Bill complied. Janet stepped on a lever on the bottom of the
chair and the whole thing tipped back until he was horizontal.
She swung her chair around to near Bill's head. She held up an
odd contraption to his face. She examined his face and the thing
side by side for a moment.

"Open wide."

Bill stretched his jaw open as she put the thing into his mouth.
She furrowed her brow for a moment, pulled it out, and made some
adjustments with a small wrench. She put it back in and her
expression smoothed. She took the contraption back out and made a
few more adjustments. She held it in a peculiar way as she
inserted it back into Bill's mouth. Bill felt it gripping onto
his back teeth.

Finally satisfied, she said, "That'll do."

Bill felt around with his tongue. The device was gripping his
back teeth holding his jaw open. A small curved bar running under
his tongue held it together. His lips, cheeks and tongue were all
freely mobile, but he couldn't close his jaw at all.

She wheeled back between his legs. "The glue should be cured down
here now." Bill's cock had returned to erection and he could feel
that his nipples were hard, too.

Janet tipped the chair back to nearly upright. She put on another
pair of gloves and began cleaning up the new ring and removing
the plastic wrap strip. "That adhesive is quite caustic. We
wouldn't want to get it on our skin. This ring around your balls
is made of a very special material. I had to make some expensive
connections in the aerospace industry to get it. It is made from
a high-strength ceramic doped with certain rare-earth metals. It
is nearly as hard as diamond, but nowhere near as brittle.
Developed as an advanced high-density armor plating material, it
is extremely heat, abrasion, and impact resistant. They wanted to
make a series of invincible tanks out of it, but it is too
expensive, even for military budgets. The adhesive I used is
insoluble in organic solvents. Once cured, only a strong acid
bath will loosen it. You saw how I had to squeeze hard to get it
connected. Virtually indestructible, no regular saw will touch
it. There are only a few advanced laborat
 ories in the world that would have the equipment to damage or
destroy this ring and the heat generated would fry your balls
into two charred cinders. Denser than lead, this ring will be
tugging on your balls for the rest of your life."

"The big ring is a permanent symbol of your status as a slave.
Even if you run away and elude the police, you are still a slave,
as long as you are wearing the ring. However, you can choose to
be a free man at any time you like. You are in control. All you
have to do is cut your own balls off, and you can freely walk out
of here. I will not raise a word or lift a finger to stop you. If
you ever leave here a whole man and the police catch you, they
won't be able to get it off either. They'll have to send you to
prison with a very attractive decoration on your balls. I'm sure
the guys will line up in the showers just to see your jewelry.

"The gold band stands for my personal ownership over you. It also
provides a convenient attachment point." She picked up a short
leash and clipped it to the gold band, letting it hang loosely to
the floor. Then, unbuckling the straps from his arms, she handed
him a small hand mirror to examine himself. She rotated the whole
chair around until he was facing a full-length dressing mirror.
Bill examined himself while she talked.

"That little pill I gave you a while ago came from another
contact I have, this one at a pharmaceutical company. They were
investigating a line of drugs to help men with impotency. They
eventually had to give up because the class of drugs they were
building all had some undesirable side effects. The FDA would
have never approved these drugs for sale. This one does act on
erectile tissues in the intended way. One of its side effects is
it is longer acting than any normal consumer would want. I'm
afraid you will have this drug-induced hardon for the next two or
three days. It also has an effect on your prostate gland; you'll
have extremely powerful orgasms. And with the proper stimulation,
you'll have another one only a few minutes later. And after that,
another, and another.

"The drug has a similar effect on women, one tiny dose makes
their clits and nipples hard and their pussies swell up and
lubricate for days. I use it as coercion over my female slaves.
If they remain cheerfully obedient, I don't administer this drug.
I have a timed-release version I can use... Oh, that's right, you
saw me put one in that little slut I sent over to Dressler. He
and his buddies will fuck her non-stop for the next three or four
weeks. And when she gets back, she'll still be an addle-brained
insatiable fuck bunny."

Janet left the room while Bill examined the ring on his balls.
The hole was much smaller than either of his testicles. They'd
rupture before they ever fit through. Yet the hole was big enough
to let ample blood supply through; his balls would remain
healthy. The ring was surprisingly heavy for it's size. She was
right; it seemed nearly twice as heavy as a lead ring would be.
He could feel it pulling down on his scrotum. He could tell that
the tugging sensation between his legs would be a constant,
nagging reminder of her power over him.

Janet returned with a butcher knife. Bill instinctively covered
his balls with both hands.

She said, "Relax! I like my slaves fully equipped. Your balls are
safe with me, for the time being." She turned the knife around
and offered its handle to Bill. "Now is your chance. Castrate
yourself, and you can walk out of here, free of any influence
from me. I'll leave you and your two friends alone for a while,
in case you need some quiet personal time before parting." She
left again.

Bill looked at himself in the mirror. His legs were still
strapped to the stirrups, lifted and spread wide. He held his
balls in his left hand and the sharp-looking knife in his right.
He knew damned well he couldn't do it. He dropped the knife,
closed his eyes, and wept. As his tears washed down his cheek,
his dignity flowed away. His image of self became replaced with
the image of slave.

Bill's right hand encircled his erection. His left hand continued
to clutch his balls. His fingertips caressed the ring. He opened
his eyes and looked again at himself in the mirror. He remembered
the many months in prison, the lonely nights on his cot,
fantasizing about women, masturbating.

"Are you still here, slave?" Janet was watching quietly from the
doorway.

Bill startled and pulled his hands away from his groin,
embarrassed.

"For slaves masturbation is a privilege. I may allow you to do it
as a reward, or I may order you to do it as entertainment. But
not today."

Janet had brought a tray holding a pile of leather straps and
objects. She had Bill make his hands into fists with his thumbs
tucked inside his fingers. She wound around them several times
with athletic tape so that he could not open his hands. She then
put on a pair of thumbless mittens over each hand. The `mittens'
were really just padded leather pouches that encased his hands
with straps at the wrist. Next came a wide leather belt around
his waist that had several rings attached to it. Another wide
strap went around each of Bill's upper thighs. She connected
everything together and Bill's arms were now immobilized. The
wrist closures on the mittens were attached to the thigh straps
and his elbows were pinned to his waist.

"No more wanking off for you, slave. You will wear this until I
am fully convinced you have accepted your status as a slave. It
could be a few days, or it could take months. But eventually, you
will become desperate to have your hands back. You will want to
scratch your nose, or wipe your own ass, or wrap your arms around
the man or woman you are fucking. "

Janet picked up the leash attached to Bill's nuts, giving it a
firm tug. She leaned over and put her face right into his,
growling fiercely "Comply, submit, surrender; these three words
are the most important ones in your vocabulary. Do you understand
slave? Comply: lick, fuck, or eat whatever I tell you to. Submit:
thank me when I beat you. Surrender; lay back, spread your legs
wide and smile; bend over and offer your asshole to be used or
abused without even the slightest hint of hesitation. Always give
100%, and I'll consider giving you your arms back."

Bill could only nod his head in agreement, for the only sounds he
could make were hisses and gurgles.

Janet released Bill's legs and helped him stand. He was unsteady
and awkward without the use of his arms. She pealed off the light
cotton dress she was wearing. Bill could not help but admire her
trim figure, pale white skin, and excellent tits. He watched as
she stepped into a harness and buckled on a strap-on dildo. It
was made of a clear red plastic that stood straight out from her
body. She picked up the leash and led Bill across the room.

Janet opened the door and called, "Marci, come in hear for a
minute."

Marci stepped into the room. "Yes, Mistress?" The moment she saw
that Janet was wearing the red dildo, she instantly dropped onto
her back on the floor. She folded her legs back until her ankles
were near her ears. Her dress bunched up out of the way exposing
her bare pussy.

Janet spit on her hand and casually rubbed Marci's pussy, just
enough the get it wet and glistening. She then rubbed the stink
under Bill's nose and on his lips.

"Smell that? Remember, if you can prove to me in one week that
you can be my obedient slave, that nasty stinking pussy will be
all yours. ... Sid, could you come in here?"

Sid stepped in. Just like Marci, the moment he saw the red
strap-on, he assumed a predefined pose. Sid turned away, spread
his legs wide, locked his knees, and leaned forward placing his
palms on the floor. This presented is muscular ass directly to
Janet, His flaccid cock hung down towards the floor and swayed
back and forth. Above that his scrotum was kept stretched tight
over his huge balls by a slave ring identical to Bill's,
including the smaller gold band.

Janet chuckled. She got the biggest thrill seeing Sid bent over
like this. Big, strong, proud, Sid; submitting, offering his
balls and his asshole to her. She took another large wad of spit
with her hand and rubbed it on Sid's balls briefly, making them
feel cool in the air. She tugged on Bill's leash making him stand
right behind Sid. She bent his dick down and began rubbing Bill's
swollen head up and down across Sid's puckered asshole. Sid
stayed rock steady, willing to take whatever she had in mind.

Janet stuck her tongue in Bill's ear and whispered low and
seductively, "When I asked if you would fuck Marci in the ass,
you looked excited. How about now, slave? If I told you to fuck
Sid, would you do it? After all, it's just another asshole. In
fact, Sid gets a lot less cock up his ass than Marci. You said
you'd love to fuck her in the ass, but he gets a lot less cock.
He's probably a lot tighter."

Bill looked down. Sid was looking straight ahead; his whole body
was tensed up like a predator about to attack. Bill didn't know
which would be worse, disobeying Janet, or daring to violate a
guy that was twice as big as him. Luckily, she had only asked
questions so far.

"Go ahead, just a quick hip thrust, and you're in." She taunted
him. She started jacking him off.

Bill could not move; couldn't bring himself to it. Despite his
fear of Sid, though, moments later he came. Janet kept the tip of
his cock pressed against Sid's anus as Bill squirted his full
load onto it. Bill's cum slid down across Sid's balls and dripped
onto the floor.

Janet laughed out loud. She told Sid to climb onto the raping
chair. He responded so quickly, that Bill momentarily wondered
exactly what she held over him, how she controlled a character
that could easily beat her senseless or kill her without effort.
Without any additional prompting, he strapped his own legs down
and presented his wrists to the padded cuffs above his head.
Janet closed those and Sid was immobilized.

She rolled over the chair and had Bill sit. She rolled the chair
in closer until Bill's face was right in Sid's crotch. Bill had
never been this close to another man's penis. Sid was partially
hard now. His cock lay across his lower stomach.

Janet retrieved her riding crop. She hit him hard several times
on the shoulders and the side of his head. "Lick!" she ordered.

Bill stuck out his tongue and tentatively touched the tip to
Sid's scrotum.

Janet hit him hard several more times. "Just fucking lick, I
said!"

Bill complied and the rich order and salty taste of Sid's sweaty
balls filled his senses. Bill had a very close view as Sid's
massive cock swelled. Bill was using longer strokes now, but just
couldn't bring himself to heartily lick another man's nuts.

Sid looked at Bill with a stern, fierce expression. It was
obvious he wasn't too pleased with Bill's performance. Janet
leaned close to Sid's ear. She nibbled on his earlobe and started
whispering. Bill couldn't make out what was being said, but by
Janet's sidelong glances, he knew it was about him. Sid kept his
eyes locked on Bill while his expression softened and slowly
changed to a grin. He started rhythmically humping his hips.

Bill didn't know which was more frightening, the angry brooding
Sid or the grinning humping Sid.

Whack! Whack! Janet was suddenly hitting Bill on the side of his
head with the riding crop. His ear and cheek stung. He flinched
away from the blows and fell out of the chair. Unable to use his
hands, he hit the floor hard, and narrowly missed cracking his
skull on the tiles.

"You call that licking? That was fucking worthless! Get on you
knees, slave! I said get on you knees!" Whack! Whack! Whack! ...
Janet was screaming at him, hitting him on the torso and back.

Bill squirmed around on the floor, trying to avoid the crop. He
finally struggled to his knees.

Janet sat on the chair and called to Marci, "Get over here and
show this idiot how it's done!"

"Oh, yes, Mistress!" The enthusiasm in Marci's response was
genuine, like it was a privilege to be allowed access to Sid's
big balls. She hopped up and straddled Janet's lap. Janet guided
the red strap-on into Marci's pussy and started thrusting as
Marci settled her weight down, taking the plastic phallus all the
way in. Marci stuck out her tongue and started lapping away at
Sid. With a practiced familiarity, she scrubbed his balls and
kissed them tenderly. She licked all around the base of Sid's
scrotum, orally exploring the slave ring. She tried to worm her
tongue underneath the tight-fitting ring and tugged playfully on
the gold band with her teeth.

Marci moved down to lick Sid's crack. She savored the bitter
taste of his asshole and licked at it like it was her favorite
candy. After thoroughly scrubbing his anus, she began working her
way up again past his balls. But when she reached the base of
Sid's hero sized cock, Janet grabbed a handful of hair and pulled
Marci's face back away. She twisted Marci's head back and
continued to fuck her hard with the strap-on.

Sid intensified his humping and groaned his frustration. "Please,
Mam, may I take him now?" He looked at Bill with a raw hunger.

"Absolutely not! You know better that to even ask. I said
sundown, and you'll just have to wait. I promise you, nothing but
an enema nozzle will penetrate him until then."

Sid frowned slightly, obviously disappointed, but lowered his
head and said, "Thank you, Mam. I will wait." He went over his
mental list again, reviewing all the different ways he was going
to pound this puny white boy when he finally got his chance.

"You two have a couple of errands to run. Sid, deliver Julie to
our Mr. Dressler. Pass along these specific instructions. I want
her back as soon as she starts her next period. And tell him no
new tattoos or piercings, got it? Emphasize that; make sure he
gets the picture."

"Yes, Mam."

Marci stood up and the dildo slid out of her with loud sucking
sound. Janet grabbed Bill's leash and the riding crop in the
other. She tugged hard and walked quickly out of the room. Bill
struggled to his feet and pranced along trying to relieve the
pressure on his balls. His knees were stiff from kneeling.

Just outside the tiled room was waiting Julie. As soon as she saw
the red strap-on, she dropped to her back and pulled her knees
back and wide. After acknowledging the subservient pose, Janet
motioned the girl to stand. Janet wrapped her arms around the
girl, hugged her close, and gave her big wet open-mouthed kiss.

"You make sure Dressler is VERY satisfied, you hear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Janet worked up a large wad of saliva and spat several times into
the palm of her hand. She reached up Julie's short dress and
smeared it around between Julie's legs. She used this crude
gesture as a symbol of her dominance over her slaves. It
expressed the fact that she was always allowed free and
unobstructed access to any part of the slave's body. And when she
was done, the slick wetness of her spit would keep the slave
clammy and squishy between his or her legs for fifteen or twenty
minutes, making the degradation last just a little longer.

Janet began a tour of the grounds, pulling Bill along by the
leash. She introduced him to the other slaves. Some of the slaves
she was obviously fond of. With others she was more businesslike.

In the kitchen they found the galley slave. Linda had a chain
running from her left ankle to a leg of the stove. There was a
cot in the corner to sleep on and a lidded bucket to piss in.
Later Bill learned that the last time Linda had been out of the
kitchen was nearly a year earlier for her last gyn exam.

Upstairs they found Maria-Rosa, the maids. The two hot little
Mexican numbers were sisters. Sharing a pair of handcuffs, they
hit the floor at the same time and pulled their knees back. Janet
mounted the one on the left with the strap-on and fucked her hard
for about a minute, then switched and fucked the one on the
right. When she pulled out, she had them get on their knees and
start licking Bill's erection. Though not twins, the family
resemblance was remarkable. They both had big fleshy tits, long
black hair, dark flawless skin, strong straight backs, and tight
smelly pussies. They had been handcuffed left wrist to right for
months and worked together quite well. Having two mouths working
over his manhood had the obvious effect on Bill. Soon he was
humping at their faces and breathing hard. Janet didn't let it go
too far though. A sharp tug on his leash and away they went.

Janet told him, loud enough for them to hear, "You would not
BELIEVE how much fun those two little sluts are in bed! Fuckin'
incredible."

On the floor of the master suite bathroom were Janet's current
bed warmers, James and Jane. They couldn't offer their
subservience poses, for they were strapped together in a
sixty-nine position. Apparently one or both of them had urinated
in the other's face, for they were wallowing in a puddle of piss
on the floor. And the place stank. Janet closed the door. On the
way out she sent Maria-Rosa in to clean them up.

Back downstairs they found Cedric, the house hairdresser. When he
saw the red strap-on, he gave a huge welcoming smile. With great
fanfare, he bent over forwards and advertised his eagerness by
wagging his butt around. Cedric's balls hung down a good six
inches away from his body, pulled there by three of the slave
rings. The skin, blood vessels, nerves, and connecting tissues
were stretched and elongated. Janet grabbed his balls and slid
the rings up to the base of Cedric's limp penis. His balls
dangled freely. When she let go of the rings, they slid gently
back down to the testicles.

"Over time, your balls will begin to sag down like this. Cedric
decided he liked the constant pulling on his balls, so he asked
me to put the two extra rings on him. The lengthening of his
genital tissues continues to occur and appears to be quite
permanent."

Janet pushed Bill up behind Cedric until his erection was pressed
against the crack of Cedric's ass. Cedric rhythmically flexed his
knees and rubbed his ass up and down the length of Bill's cock.
Cedric's cock sprang to life.

Janet said, "Give him a big kiss hello, won't you Cedric?"

"Yes, Mam!"

Cedric stood to face Bill and embraced him warmly. Bill could
feel Cedric's throbbing erection rubbing against his own. He put
one hand behind Bills head and pressed their lips together. While
Cedric openly explored Bill's mouth with his tongue, his other
hand reached down to encircle their two cocks. Cedric stroked up
and down, masturbating the two of them at the same time. Quickly
Cedric came, and Bill could feel his cock pulsating, then felt
Cedric's pistoning grip on their cocks become wet and slick as
his come dribbled down.

Moments later Bill came, too. Not fully understanding the effects
of the drug, he was humiliated that he would orgasm while being
hugged, kissed and humped by another man.

Janet allowed it to continue, laughing as Cedric grunted out his
orgasm. She laughed even louder when Bill spurted. She tapped
Cedric gently on the buns with the riding crop and cooed softly,
like she was talking to a dog, "Good boy, good job, well done!
Looks like he loves you, Cedric. I think you two are going to get
along just fine."

As they walked away, Bill glanced back at Cedric. He locked eyes
with Bill. One hand was stroking his still hard dick as he humped
the air with is hips. The other hand was at his lips as he licked
his own come.

Janet told Bill, "Poor Cedric, he's a pathetic creature, really,
but I kind of like him. I had to work on him to get him to enjoy
the girls. It took him a while before he was comfortable fucking
a pussy. My guess is it will take a while before you are
comfortable fucking and being fucked by the other male slaves.
But you know what they say, practice makes perfect! And you'll
get lots and lots of practice.  A couple of nights with Sid and
your asshole will get all stretched and loose. Soon it will be
easy to take on the other guys. Who knows, you might learn to
genuinely enjoy the feel of Cedric's pulsing squirting cock up
your ass. I'm told he gives great head, too. He claims he can
tell the other men apart just by the taste of their jism."

"Cedric was a licensed beautician before I bought him. Every day
it is his job to shave each of the other slaves. And he does the
girl's hair and makeup. He so truly loves his job, and I trust
him so completely, that I've given him considerable authority.
Whenever he comes to you and says it is your turn to be groomed,
you will follow him. You will follow his every instruction as if
it came directly from me. If he ever reports that you resisted in
any way, you will be punished. I will always believe his story
over yours; so don't ever piss him off. He usually straps you
down to the chair for grooming. While you are in his chair, he
gets to do pretty much anything he wants to you. He and I have an
understanding on what the limits are, though they are pretty
broad. He tends to get pretty freaky sometimes. The best thing
you can do is to play along with whatever perverted game he
invents, relax and enjoy it."

Janet led Bill out to the back yard. Lounging by the pool were
three gorgeous girls. A male slave was busy cleaning the pool.
Upon seeing the red strap-on, the three girls stopped their
pleasant chatter and lay back on the lounge chairs and lifted
their legs. Noticing the commotion, the pool guy dropped what he
was doing and hustled over to assume the position. All four
slaves were wearing bright pink string bikini bottoms. For the
girls the bikini was only a tiny pink triangle of material that
barely covered their pussies. The male slave's attire was simply
a pink spandex pouch stretched over his balls; his cock was
uncovered.

Janet looked at the four prostrate slaves, pondering how she
might abuse them. She grabbed Bill's balls and absentmindedly
fondled him, squeezing hard enough to be painful. After
introducing the four as Sarah, Eileen, Susan, and Eric, she had
Bill switch places with one if the girls. Janet whispered
something in Sarah's ear; Sarah scurried off. She had Susan stand
over Bill with her back to him and her anus over his chemically
reinforced hardon. For lubrication, she had Eric spit repeatedly
on Bill's cock and Susan's asshole, then spread it around with
his hands. Bill could feel Eric's callused hands grip him firmly.
Susan sat down, taking Bill all the way up her butt in one
motion. She bent her knees so that her entire weight rested on
Bill's lap. The grunt she let out was one of pure pleasure.

Janet had Eric masturbate enough to get hard. He knelt on the
lounge chair and pressed his cock into Susan's wet pussy. As Eric
thrust in and out of Susan's pussy, his balls bounced
rhythmically against Bill's. Bill could feel Susan's body heave
in time to Eric's humping. She was obviously enjoying the double
fuck she was receiving.

Sarah returned from her errand carrying some items. With a single
word, "Stop" from Janet, Eric stilled his body for a moment. Bill
felt his balls being fondled for a moment, then heard a click. As
Eric resumed fucking Susan, Bill felt his balls being tugged on
in rhythm to Eric's thrusts. A wide leather restraint belt was
buckled around Eric's waist.

Janet lay back on one of the lounge chairs and watched as Bill
and Eric fucked Susan. She had Sarah and Eileen pleasured her to
a quick, small orgasm. After recovering, she instructed Susan to
extract herself from between Eric and Bill. Bill caught a glimpse
of a small padlock between their two gold bands, securing their
nuts together. Eric's wet hard cock lay across Bill's belly.
Bill's feet were lifted and his ankles were secured to padded
cuffs at the small of Eric's back, his legs were now wrapped
around another man's waist in a humiliating posture of
submission. Eric's arms were handcuffed behind his back so that
his full weight was resting on Bill, pinning him down.

Janet stood behind Eric, spit on his asshole, and then
unceremoniously shoved the strap-on dildo up his ass. She grunted
a few instructions to Eric, then spoke to Bill, "I have some
business to attend to. I'll be out of town for the next few days.
All of the slaves know the following rules. Sid gets to have you
first tonight, and he gets exclusive access to you from sunset to
sunrise for the first week. During the day, anyone can do
anything they want to you, as long as they cause you no permanent
harm. Each male slave is required to buttfuck you once a day,
more if they like. Each girl is required to deep throat you three
times a day until the erection drug wears off. Your arms are to
remain in this harness and your mouth is to be wedged open until
I return, just to make sure you cannot fight back or bite
anybody. My plan is to leave you in this harness for several
months. Cedric will make sure you get food and drink, and he will
keep you clean and groomed according to my in
 structions."

The four women went inside for lunch. This was the last time for
several days that Bill saw Janet.

For the next hour Bill was trapped under Eric. True to Janet's
instructions, Eric humped his hips and rubbed his chest against
Bill's. He licked Bill's face, neck, and ears and French kissed
him. Eric humped against Bill until he came. Eric's spunk filled
Bill's navel. This was the first of many times, where Bill would
be trapped underneath one of Janet's eager obedient slaves. The
difference was that right now, he was being saved for Sid. After
tonight, if a male slave were on top of him, Bill would most
likely feel a hot hard cock stretching his rectum. Since he was
the newest acquisition he would be getting butt fucked multiple
times a day. It might be months before he was allowed to be on
top. It was these repeated assaults, multiple times every day,
week after week, more than the permanent ring on his balls that
eventually crushed Bill's resistance and molded him into one of
Janet's `eager obedient' slaves.

After the hour had elapsed, Cedric appeared to release Bill and
Eric, but not before he treated himself to Eric's asshole.
Crushed under the weight of two men, Bill could easily feel
Cedric's vigorous humping. Bill felt Eric's cock get hard again
and could see the dreamy excited look on his face. He felt Eric
humping back, and knew Eric thoroughly enjoyed getting butt
fucked.

Bill was led inside. Cedric fed him some lunch through a tube.
Bull's head was tipped back and a plastic tube was passed down
his throat. It would have gagged him, except for the spray Janet
had administered. A large volume of liquefied food was forced
down the tube and into his stomach, so much so that Bill felt
like he had badly overeaten. The mixture contained plenty of
nutrients, but was mostly indigestible fiber. For the next week
Cedric fed him large volumes like this four or five times a day.
By the next day, Bill's shit consisted of runny squirts, which
usually occurred right after an erection or a dildo was withdrawn
from his ass. Cedric was always more than happy to clean up
after. It was the whole reason he had fed him the fiber.

After lunch Cedric led Bill back out by the pool to a sturdy
short post set in the ground. His slave band was clipped to a
ring at the top end of the post. Bill spent the afternoon
standing naked as several of the girls enjoyed themselves,
frolicking in the pool and casually necking and fucking each
other on and off. Janet, who wasn't anywhere around, had
instructed the girls to put on a sexy show for Bill.

Bill was given plenty of fluids, and the day was not especially
hot. Several times when he needed to relieve himself, he had to
just piss right there in full view of the girls. They giggled and
teased Bill when it happened. Occasionally one of the girls would
fondle Bill, licking him or jacking off his erection until his
hips began to buck, then withdrawing, leaving him frustrated.
Cedric showed up once and sucked him all the way off, grinning as
he swallowed every drop.

Bill stood there for hours. His legs were tired and his feet were
sore, but he couldn't move away. Finally just as the sun was
about to set, Sid showed up to claim him. Sid was naked and his
towering muscular body was coated in oil so that he glowed in the
setting sun. Sid was fully erect and he proudly showed off to
Bill, who could only stand there and watch. Sid prowled circles
around Bill taunting him with crude descriptions of how he was
going to fuck Bill; how often and how deep he was going to use
Bill; the different positions he was going to make Bill assume;
stroking Bill's chemically reinforced erection and telling Bill
how puny his lily white penis was. Sid held up a small red pill,
and made a show of swallowing it. Bill shivered, knowing Sid
would be erect for days.

Humiliating Bill like this only made Sid even more excited. Sid
released Bill from the post. Ignoring the leash he gripped Bill's
balls firmly and led him back inside. As he led his captive
through the house, a collection of residents gathered to watch
Bill's deflowering. Knowing this would increase Bill's
humiliation, Sid encouraged an audience.

Sid took Bill to a special room Janet called the Sex Arena. A
group of comfortable chairs and couches surrounded a central
padded area on the floor. Everything was upholstered in washable
vinyl. Dildos and pillows were scattered about.

Bill was thrown to the floor while all the other slaves of the
house assembled around. Sid strapped Bill's ankles to a
three-foot spreader bar and left him that way the rest of the
night.

The bar had a third strap in the middle, which Sid placed around
Bill's neck. This set his ankles about a foot out from each ear,
stretching him to the limit of his flexibility and making a nice
display of his cock, balls, and asshole. The group groping and
necking remained casual for the time being. Every penis, nipple,
and clitoris in the room was erect, every pussy was wet and
swollen, and every asshole was coated with KY jelly. Everyone had
been waiting all day for this orgy to arrive, but right now they
were more interested in watching the show.

Sid started by straddling Bill's face. He gyrated his hips,
smearing the sweat of his balls and the stink of his asshole
under Bill's nose. Sid reached down and forced one, then both of
his huge nuts into Bill's mouth. Sid's monstrous black cock
towered above Bill's face. Bill watched as Sid spread KY up and
down his length.

Deciding he had waited long enough, Sid lifted off Bill's face.
He released the spreader bar from Bills neck and placed it behind
the nape of his own thick neck, buckling it comfortably in place.
This lifted Bill's legs, spread the cheeks of his ass, and
presented his anus for Sid's convenience. Sid added copious
amounts of lubricant along the length of his shaft and placed the
head of it against Bill's asshole and paused there.

Bill remembered how earlier Sid had forced him into this very
position. He had been stopped then, but now, Bill knew it was
going to happen.

Bill heard Cedric say, "If you relax, it'll feel a whole lot
better, you lucky shit!"

But Bill couldn't. Sid saw the fear in his face and knew it was
going to be a tight and wild ride. He pushed hard, and Bill's
asshole began to yield. His eyes bulged out as he thought he was
going to get ripped in half.

Sid kept pressing forward until the big spongy head slipped in.
He hesitated there, feeling Bill's sphincter clenching
rhythmically on the tip of his cock. None of the other slaves in
the house were this tight; everyone else's asshole was all
stretched out and loose from all the daily use, including his
own.

Pushing slowly and steadily, Sid forced the rest of his huge cock
on up Bill's butt. Bill felt every single inch of it. He felt the
rippling veins slip past his sphincter. He felt his lower colon
straighten out to accommodate the massive thing. Mercifully
allowing Bill's butt adjust, it took nearly a minute to complete
this first thrust. As they met, Sid wiggled his hips from side to
side, until he felt Bill's asshole kissing the very base of his
cock. Sid relaxed his arms so that his full weight pressed down
on Bill's abdomen. He kept his stomach muscles flexed so that his
hardon stayed pressed fully up Bill's butt.

Bill was certainly not a virgin; he had been raped several times
in prison. But none of those guys were even close to the monster
he felt in him right now. Bill could hardly breath from the
massive man on top of him. Not only was Sid's cock hard, Bill
could feel every rippled muscle in Sid's torso.

Sid pulled his hips up, withdrawing some ten inches from Bill.
For Bill it felt like he was taking a huge shit, except that the
feeling changed as the huge thing was shoved back in. Sid picked
up a mercifully slow pace, his thrusts an easy rhythm. Bill's
parts adjusted and the pain lessened.

Cedric looked at Sid's butt cheeks, strong and tight, moving up
and down. He had both hands on his own oiled erection. He knelt
down behind Sid and laid his skinny cock along Sid's crack.

Sid felt it and knew immediately whose cock it was. He reached
back and grabbed Cedric's arm, throwing him to the side. "Stay
away from me, you little freak!" Sid growled.

Cedric grinned, "Aw come on, Sid. You know I can have you all I
want during tomorrow's shave."

"Well, you're just gonna have to wait." Sid hugged Bill close as
he stood up. Bill may as well have been a rag doll impaled on
Sid's cock. The thick pole supported most of his weight. Sid
strode down the hall looking for a private room.

Cedric smiled. Indeed, tomorrow when Sid dutifully allowed
himself to be strapped onto the grooming chair, Cedric would be
allowed to freely fuck him. This was his reward for being Janet's
favorite pervert. Every slave, male and female, had to spread his
or her legs for Cedric a half an hour each day. Shaving a crotch
and armpits only took a few minutes, leaving the rest of the time
for play. He usually had the stamina to fuck only one or two. The
rest he just played with.

But that wasn't what made him smile. He knew Sid had taken the
small red pill. Tomorrow morning, he'd still be hard, really
hard. Tomorrow, Cedric would feel Sid's spectacular cock in his
own ass, a rare treat indeed. Just thinking about it made his
eyes role and his breath quicken.

"In the mean time ..." Cedric thought. He looked at the orgy
going on around him. He saw Marie's nice round ass. She sat on
some guy's lap with his cock in her puss. He knelt behind her and
aimed. He reached around to her front and grabbed her big
silicone tits for leverage. He got half of his length in with the
first thrust.

Marie felt the quick stab in her ass and let out her trademark
little squeal of delight. She realized immediately it was another
man. The male slaves were forced to fuck each other so much, that
they rarely had anything left for the girls. They usually ended
up using dildoes on each other. Now she was getting it from two
cocks at the same time. She leaned forward to give the man behind
her better access. Then she relaxed and enjoyed the ride, feeling
her first orgasm of the night building, building, closer...





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