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The Knights of St. Jillian. Part Five by A. J. Deacon.
  codes  M/F T/F bdsm con

Copyright 2005 by A. J. Deacon. All rights reserved!
No portion of this story may be reproduced by any
means anywhere but here.  Please contact me for
permission to post or use anywhere else. Al J. Deacon 
deacon_al_j@yahoo. ca
 The story should not be read by anyone under the
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or by anyone in a location where it is illegal to read
such stories.

	The Knights of Saint Jillian.....Part Five

	I was disappointed when I realized it was Jack. I
didn't understand why, and I didn't have much time to
think about it. I was desperate for an orgasm, and
anxious for the routine to proceed as fast as
possible. Things were back to quote normal quote. I
had just had a period of sleep and my head was clear.
I was clean and the watering tube wasn't connected
while I slept, so I can assume that I was bathed and
fed before I went to sleep, although I can't remember
any of it. That was my normal existence then. I would
be awakened clear headed but desperate for orgasm.
After a routine of exercise, enemas, bathing, and
giving sex to Jack and both of the women, I was put in
bondage. The control over the implements of my torture
was turned over to hundreds of faceless viewers, who
paid handsomely for the privilege. During this time I
would soar in orgasmic pleasure until only my clitoris
seemed to exist. Eventually my mind would be
overwhelmed and I'd have no memory of anything after
that. Until, that is, I woke up clear headed and in
need of an orgasm fix. I never thought of rebelling.
While I was clear headed enough to think properly, I
thought only of getting that next orgasm. Once I had
gotten off I was so high I couldn't thing properly. I
seemed to be eternally trapped in some sort of time
warp. Other than the position of my bondage, every day
was like the last. 

	I didn't know really if they were in fact days, and I
found out later they were only twenty hours long. For
the benefit of my world wide audience, Jack had me on
a schedule that was slowly moving foreward from one
day to the next. If I was awakened at eight o'clock at
your local time zone today, then I would be awakened
at four o'clock tomorrow, and at noon the next day.
You can easily work out when your favourite part of my
exhibition, would next be on at a time convenient to
you. You could then book some time to fuck me by
remote control from the comfort and privacy of your
home anywhere in the world.

	I had become like that pathetic character one see in
some movies, the alcoholic skid row bum who exists
only for his next drink, so that he can remain drunk
and never have to face the reality of his miserable
existence. Nothing mattered for me except being in
orgasm. Each time I awoke, I was like an alcoholic who
suddenly found himself sober. I was clear headed, and
I could think straight, but all I could think about
was getting fucked. I would have happily done anything
to get off. If it wasn't for the fact that my hands
were always fastened behind my back while I was
confined in my cage, my hands would have become
permanently attached to my pubis by now. My hands
would have been so intimately connected to my vagina
for so long, that the skin would have fused together.
Time meant nothing to me any more, so I completely
lost track of it. Georgina was responsible for my
nutrition, so I was never concerned about food or
drink. Even my basic bodily function were planned for
by others. Other than the part about waking up clear
headed and desperate for orgasm, I wouldn't have
changed anything at the time. Things like happiness,
personality, personal achievement, even life, were
completely crowded from my mind. My clitoris had
commandeered so much of my brain that it had taken
over my life. I was my clitoris, and my clitoris was
me.

	If I had realized when all this started, that I would
end up like this, I would have refused to go along
with it. I was hooked by then, and like all addicts, I
couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop even if I could
have. It's to Jack's credit, that even as horrific as
my existence seemed to be, he kept it from getting a
whole lot worse. If he entertained all the ideas that
my viewers were giving him about my treatment, things
would have gotten much worse. In the condition I was
in, I would have gone along with all of it.  Jack set
a limit as to how far I would be degraded and he never
went past it. Yes I ingested his semen and Georgina's
and Vanessa's lubricating fluid, but many people do
that happily for their lovers. Other than my own
urine, no other bodily fluid was ever used, and I
never ingested my urine. I never had any contact with
animals, no matter how many Emails Jack received
urging him to mate me with or even torture me with.

	One day when I woke up to the rattling stick, it was
the stranger who held it. I hadn't seen him for so
long I'd almost forgotten about him. I couldn't
understand at the time why I was so happy to see him.
I knew he wouldn't give me the orgasm I needed more
than anything else. I also remember that his visits
usually meant that Jack was raising the stakes again.
As soon as I realized it was him, I knew I was to be
in for another extended period of bondage, and that
there would be some danger to my life. Yet I was still
so very happy to see him.

	"Hello Jill, It's very good to see you again. Do you
remember me after three months?" So it's been three
months.

	"Yes, I remember. You want me to be your slave, and
you're waiting for me to ask you to take me away from
Jack."

	"Very good. I'm happy to see that your brain hasn't
been too adversely affected by your experiences."

	"Is Jack going to put my life in danger again?"

	"Yes, that's why I came. To remind you to be very
attentive when Jack explains the setup to the viewers.
And to see if you remember the signal."

	"If I want you to rescue me I'll scream twice, every
once in a while."

	"Yes very good. Tell me how is your rectum feeling?"
Now that he mentioned it, I did feel an irritation
from my rectum.

	"It's a little sore, like I have to have a bowel
movement."

	"That's because you're wearing a butt plug. Jack
wants to stretch your sphincter muscle. Your rectum is
to play an important part in your next adventure. 
That's all for now, drink some water, and get back to
sleep. I'll be here again just before your adventure
begins. Good bye Jill."

	"Good bye." I said sadly. I didn't beg him for an
orgasm since I knew he wouldn't interfere. I started
to turn toward the back of the cage right away and
didn't see him leave. I had a good drink of the water
I knew to be drugged and quickly fell asleep again.
Jack never found out about the stranger's visits. He
never even suspected that his security had been
breeched. The stranger was able to take such complete
control of Jack's computer system, that he was able to
first record the images of me sleeping for several
minutes, then play them back over the web page so
viewers thought I was still asleep and nobody would
notice that we were having a conversation. He always
came to talk to me when I was supposed to be sleeping
so there was no body controlling my torture. I don't
know how he could have taken control of that without
many people knowing. The next few times I was awakened
and put through my normal routine. The butt plug was
removed for the enemas, and replaced after Jack had
used my rectum for his pleasure. It was always
replaced by a slightly larger one, and it stayed in me
until it was removed for the next cycle.

	When I saw the stranger squatting down beside my cage
as I was awakened by the rattling stick. My heart
skipped a beat, I was so happy to see him that I
smiled at him. I'm sure it was the first time he's
seen me smile. "Hello," I said before he even had a
chance to speak.

	"Hello Jill, It's good to see you smile, but you know
why I'm here."

	"Yes, my next adventure is about to start."

	"Yes, they'll be here in a few hours to start things
off. I wanted to talk with you while you're clear
headed. Here, let me insert this inside you," he said
as his hand came through the bars, holding a vibrator.
He was going to interfere! He was going to give me an
orgasm! "Now listen carefully," he said as he gently
inserted it inside me without touching me with his
hand. "I want your undivided attention, This vibrator
will take your mind off your need for orgasm long
enough to make sure you understand. I promised not to
interfere, but I can't see any other way to make sure
you understand what is going to happen to you.  I'm
afraid that when you first wake up your need for
orgasm might be clouding your judgment. I also think
that after you've had your first orgasm, you're so
high that you're probably not thinking too clearly
either.  I promise to give you an orgasm after I've
finished. In the mean time, the vibrator will keep
your arousal at a controlled level. Do you
understand?"  I nodded.

	"Good listen carefully then. Your next adventure is
to last for eight days, unless you die first. The
escape clause is to be three thousand hours. That's
more than double the last time, but a lot of your
viewers want you to be in real danger ."

	"Am I to drown in my own urine again?"

	"No not this time, It's more dramatic than that, and
also a lot more complicated if a little humorous. 
Your fate will be determined by a pair of hamsters.
There is an exercise wheel in their cage that is
rigged to only turn in one direction. The shaft of the
wheel will be connected through a gear box to slowly
turn a large spool. The spool will wind in some one
hundred pound test fishing line from another spool
that is concealed in a box. Nobody will know at any
time how much line is left in the hidden spool.
Between the two spools the line will pass through a
pulley system that is supporting a weight. As long is
there is line left on the hidden spool, the line will
simply pass over the pulleys. When all the line has
been wound from the spool in the box, the line will
tighten and the pulleys will start to lift the weight.
When the weight reached the top end of it's travel, it
will complete an electrical circuit."

	"Then what?" I asked, when he was silent for a long
pause.

	"You will die." He said, sadly, I thought.

	"But how?"

	"You will have a stick of dynamite up your rectum.
The circuit will set off the detonator, and you will
be blown to bits."

	I gasped, then burst into tears. "No, please don't
let him do this to me. I don't want to die like that.
Please can't you do something?"

	"I can do a lot of things, Jill, but only if you want
me to take you away from Jack. I could go to the
police with what I know. That will be a very messy and
public affair. You will be humiliated, and Jack will
probably go to prison. If you let me take you away
from Jack, all this can be kept confidential.

	"Yes please take me away with you. I'll happily serve
you master. Please take me away now."

	"No it can't be now. Jack may make trouble when he
discovers you're gone. We won't have any evidence
against him until he's actually set you up and
everything is in place. He won't make any trouble
then, because we'll have evidence to convict him of
attempted murder. Be brave for a little while longer.
You have nothing to fear. I'll make sure you are never
in any danger. You're mine now, and I won't let any
harm come to you. Enjoy your adventure for a while. I
need time to set things up to teach Jack a real lesson
he'll never forget. Have your orgasm now, You've
earned it." He said as he turned up the speed of the
vibrator. After I'd had my orgasm he removed the
vibrator by pulling on the connecting wire, without
touching me. "Good bye for now Jill, I'll see you
soon," he said as he stood up


	"Bye master. Thank you master." I said as he backed
up into the shadows. I drank some water and went to
sleep feeling happy and excited for the first time in
a very long time. The next time I was awakened it was
Jack who I saw. I had no smile for him, but that was
usual. I knew I would be starting my last adventure
with Jack and I went through my usual routine
mindlessly. This routine always took almost exactly
two hours and then I was ready for my bondage. Jack
was going all out for this one. I was positioned
exactly like I was for the first time he had used my
urine collecting in a weight box, to stretch my
nipples and pubic lips. That is I was supported only
by my knees and back of my shoulder, with my back
arched in a reverse curve. My head was again hanging
off the edge of the table and I saw my reflection
upside down in the mirror. Instead of using my urine
to add weight to the box, water from a hose was
allowed to slowly drip into it. This time only my
nipples supported the weight, and the box was
suspended off to one side, so that when it siphoned
out, it would not spray on me. This made it possible
for the jet of urine, and left my pubis free to move a
little bit. It also meant that I would be receiving
the internal jolt. After the spanking machine was put
in place under my up raised ass, the vibrator and the
other wires were attached to the usual places. 

	Jack explained the set up to the viewers. I didn't
bother to pay attention to any of it because I already
knew what was going to happen. It wasn't what Jack and
the viewers expected to happen.  At the end of his
speech, he rolled a condom over the stick of dynamite,
pulled out the latest butt plug and inserted the
explosive in its place. Jack was still using my mouth
for his pleasure when the viewers took over control
and my first scream was muffled by his erection. When
he reached his climax, he and the two women were gone
before I managed to swallow his semen up hill. I
allowed myself to forget about the deadly package
stretching my sphincter and sticking out of it, and
over the next hours I lost myself in my orgasms.

	Suddenly all sensation stopped. I became aware of it
when the weight was removed from my nipples. I looked
around as best I could and saw two men, taking down
the water- filled weight box. I recognized one as my
new master and suddenly I didn't miss the stimulation.
It wasn't long before I was released from my bondage
and laid on the couch. "Just lay here and rest for a
little bit," he said as he covered me with a blanket.
"We still have a bit of work to do before we can
leave." I woke up some time later as I was picked up
still wrapped in the blanket and carried out. 

	It was night time when we reached the outside. I
wondered how long it had been since I was last
outside. The night was mild, but I was thankful for
the blanket. When I was carried into the car, I
realized it was a limousine, and a very spacious one
at that. All the blinds were closed and a light was on
inside.

	"Two minutes to go, dad." The other person said as he
opened up a lap top and his hands flew over the
keyboard.

	"Here, you'll want to watch this." My master said as
the three of us crowded around the small screen. There
I was, in my bondage, twitching and spraying urine and
screaming. I watched the spanking machine do its work
on my ass. I could suddenly see why I was so popular,
the scene was positively erotic. Even knowing that was
me, I still wanted to get my hands on the controls.
"What you are seeing was recorded earlier. We recorded
a half hour of you for each of the cameras and stored
it on the computer. I signed up for a block of twenty
continuous minutes of control. Of course I used
fictitious names, and borrowed the credit card numbers
of other customers. When it was time for me to take
control, we started replaying what we recorded before.
This is real time. This is what the viewers are
watching right now."

	"Ten seconds." Interrupted the son.

	"Watch," my master said, "there won't be any replay."
Just as he finished speaking, there was a bright
flash, a loud explosion, and the room quickly filled
with smoke. Then the screen went black and an error
message came on the screen. I was amazed. If I hadn't
seen it with my own eyes, and was still there to think
about it, I would have sworn my body had been blown to
bits. Anybody seeing that would be sure that I was
dead.

	"How'd you do that master?"

	"John did it all, I just provided the transportation
and a helping hand. Let him tell you how he did it."

	"Well," John started shyly, "I loaded a lot of
software onto Jack's computer so I could record you.
Then when we removed you from the table, I placed a
really big fire cracker in exactly the same place
where the dynamite was. After all the lights were
turned off, the cameras were turned on again. Because
the room was dark, the cameras had no image so nobody
could see that you weren't there any more. I mixed the
recorded image with the blank camera image and sent
that out over the web. When the computer set off the
fire cracker, the flash was so bright that it
overpowered the recorded image. I allowed for one
second of smoke, before the computer turned off the
images, and disconnected itself from the internet.
Right now the computer is going through the hard drive
and over-writing certain files with random characters.
When it's finished doing that it will shut itself off.
Nobody will know we tampered with it."

	"That's very clever. You must be very proud of your
son master."

	"Yes both his mother and I are very proud of John.
Now I must also set you straight on something, Jill.
I'm not going to be your master, John is. This whole
thing was his project. He did all the work and
deserves the reward."

	"But he's only a boy, master. A very handsome boy at
that. What would he want with a slave who's over twice
as old as he is?"

	"Well, he's not quite that young. I'm certain he has
the equipment and the stamina to keep you satisfied.
He knows exactly how old you are. Knows everything
about you in fact. He still wants you and has proven
it by how hard he's worked to get you. As your master,
it would have been my right to give you away if I
pleased. I've given you away to my son. You will live
with us, that is with John, myself and my wife. We
have discussed it as a family, and both his mother and
I are OK with him having a naked sex slave living at
home. You're not going to give me trouble over this
are you now slave?" 

	"Oh no master. I will obey any master, especially one
so handsome and clever and who wants me that much."

	"Good. I'll ride the rest of the way up front with
Tom, so you two can have some privacy. I'm sure that
there are a few fantasies your master wants to
experience," he said as he pressed a button and gave
orders. I hadn't even realized we were moving. When he
got out and closed the door, I didn't notice when the
car started moving again.

	"Undress me slave." John said as soon as the door was
closed. Without answering I slipped to my knees,
throwing off the blanket I was still wrapped in, and
started removing his shoes. I was pleasantly surprised
when I removed his boxers. He was better endowed than
Jack. I positioned myself between his knees and took
his penis into my mouth. I felt him growing even a
little more.  He gently moved my head off his member
and guided me so that I was kneeling up in front of
him. "Just let me hold you in my arms for a little
while first. Over the past two years I've come to know
every inch of your naked body. I've masturbated every
day to your image. You've been like an unattainable
goddess. What I've really fantasized about the most
was holding you in my arms. 

	"I know you're horny and probably need to come badly,
so you may insert me into you." John said after a
while. He handed me a condom, and I rolled it on him
as he reclined the seat so that he was laying on his
back. When I finished applying the condom, he pulled
me up so I was on top of him. I did as he said and
right away my arousal shot up

	"Oh god that feels so good." I sighed as he filled me
in a way that Jack had never filled me. 

	"Before you start, I want to kiss you," my new young
master said. Our lips met and almost instantly I lost
it. The one thing I had really missed since I'd
started sleeping in the cage was kissing. I suddenly
realized that I hadn't been kissed by anybody since
just before I started being put on constant display so
long ago. I practically devoured his whole face. It
felt so wonderful to be held and kissed that I almost
came just from the feeling of it "Wow!" John said
after he forced us apart so he could catch his breath.
"You better start moving something. After a kiss like
that I don't know if I can hold off much more."

	"Yes master, thank you master." I said gratefully as
I started to hump.

	"Easy! Be gentle now. Remember I'm still a virgin,"
he said with a sheepish grin.

	"You mean you've never done it with a girl before?" I
asked as I slowed down my tempo.

	"No, not actual intercourse. I've had a few blow-jobs
and a few more hand-jobs, but never intercourse."

	"May I ask how old you are, Master?" I asked between
light gentle kisses.


	"I've just turned seventeen. Yesterday to be exact.
You're the best birthday present I've ever gotten."
John said laughing. Inspite of how desperate I was to
orgasm, I had to gain control over myself and
concentrate on making it a terrific first time for my
new master. "You may come anytime you're ready." John
said

	"Please master, It feels very nice to be in your
arms, and having you caressing me like you are, but it
will help me to come quicker if you would spank me
really hard instead."

	"You mean like this?" He said as he slapped my left
ass cheek.

	"Oh yes master, harder please master." 

	"Like this?" He said as he brought both hands down on
my ass. He timed it so that it drove me into him even
harder. He continued using the spanking to set the
rhythm of our love making. I orgasmed twice before he
exploded into me. We lay for several minutes catching
our breaths. Surprisingly he was hard again within
only a few minutes. I had thought Jack was amazing
because he could often get hard again within fifteen
minutes  I guess it's true that the human body was
designed to procreate in the late teens. I had read
somewhere that the human male is at the height of his
sexual power at seventeen, then it's down hill from
there. A women's best conception time was also between
sixteen and twenty-five. In fact the risk of Downs
Syndrome and other birth disorders increased
dramatically after she turned thirty. We cuddled in
silence for a few more minutes. I was getting anxious
about my next orgasm already, but it really felt very
nice just to be cuddling. That too was something that
I hadn't been able to do for such a very long time.

	"You'll have to teach me," my master was saying,
"about all the different ways I can enjoy the
pleasures you have to give."

	"It will be an honor master," I replied. He could
have said that in so many different ways, and most of
them very crude. I began to sense that this was no
ordinary seventeen year old boy. "Is there anything in
particular you would like to learn this time master?"

	"This time? You mean you want to do it again?"

	"Well I can see that you're ready to do it again
master. In my experience, when a man has an erection
as fine as the one you have right now, there is only
one thing on his mind."

	"Well in my experience with girls, one orgasm is all
a guy can expect from a girl on any given occasion."

	"But you're my master. You can demand anything at any
time."

	"Yes I'm vaguely aware of all that. I just don't want
to make a pig of myself. Let me lay on top of you this
time." He said as he signalled for me to get off him.
He spread the blanket on the seat and I took my place
on it, laying on my back. He  positioned himself on
top and entered me smoothly in one stroke. I was
already soaring. "Tell me what it was like for you and
Jack, I mean before this internet thing?" He asked as
he slowly worked his penis in and out of me. 

	I told him everything, between orgasms. Reliving all
the wonderful moments I had with Jack, made me come
all that much more powerfully. I told him about our
good by blow jobs, about our long walks in the fields,
about making love out among the wild flowers, about
waiting naked and kowtowing, out by the driveway for
his return home. I even told him about being fastened
immobile to the pipe post in the basement. I told him
everything, finishing my story only a few minutes
before arriving at their home, and while climaxing
about a dozen times. 

	"I hope you're not sorry about leaving Jack. I hope
you can be happy here with me."

	"I know that I can never again have those thing with
Jack. If I ever went back to him, he'd use my needs to
quickly have me in the same position again. I'm so
addicted to orgasms, that I'd have to let him do that
to me again if he wanted."

	"I know that dad promised you that you'll never have
to beg for an orgasm again. I intend to keep that
promise."

	"In that case then nothing will ever make me want to
leave you master," I answered, giving him a kiss.

	"That makes me very happy, slave," he said as he had
only his second climax. "We're almost home now, you
better dress me."  I knelt before him, removed the
condom, and cleaned his penis with my mouth. He didn't
erect quickly, but he started to. I dressed him right
away before my addiction took over again.

	It felt like the trip to John's home took over an
hour. I was surprised to find that it was daylight
when we got out of the car.  Since I had no idea of
what time it was when I was rescued, I had no way of
knowing how long it really took. My first impression
of where I was, was trees. There were thousand of
them. All I could actually see out through the still
open garage door, was a wide, winding driveway and a
wall of tall trees on each side. The garage itself was
huge. There were five other vehicles, and at least
twice as many doors.

	"You can cover yourself with the blanket if you
like," John said as I was about to get out of the
limo.

	"I don't even remember the last lime I wore clothes,
master. Thousands of people have seen me naked
everyday. I'm not embarrassed by my nakedness. I will
cover myself up if you wish me to master."

	"Naked is fine with me. In fact unless I tell you
other wise, you'll always to be naked when ever you're
on the estate." He replied as he fastened a leash to
my collar. "No! Not on this rough concrete floor," my
master said as I started to go down on my hands an
knees. "Wait until we're in the house."
	
 

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