les histoires de chrislebo

Time had no meaning for Supergirl anymore. What little
she knew since she awoke after the Batman hoax was that
she was shackled to the four-poster bed. She no longer
had any kind of clothes on at all. She was also vaguely
aware that she got fucked often. Her pussy and her ass
were sore. She had a taste of cum in her mouth that she
couldn't get rid of. Her tits were wet and sticky with
cum.

Everything else was a blur to her. She was vaguely
aware of faces.. different faces, but all still the
same man.. X Luthor, using his own shape-shifting
powers, made himself into different people, then
repeatedly fucked her. He made himself into so many
people from her life that she couldn't keep track of
what was real and what was a shape-shifter's illusion.

There was another sensation she was vaguely aware of..
the Orgasmatron. The memorable hum and the blue glow
that followed it. When she wasn't getting fucked by X,
he had that device on her. It drove her to near
insanity by powering her to cum so many times. Il y avait
a numbing sensation to her body now, almost like she
wasn't really there. She was, however, aware of the
sore muscles and the tenderness of her wrists and
ankles after straining against the restraints.

She was tired, hungry, sticky, sore, thirsty, slightly
numb, and extremely humiliated. She vaguely wondered if
X was going to shortly end it all for her. It would be
a godsend in her mind. X has not only turned her into a
slut, but she had RAPED Batman when he tried to rescue
sa. How will she explain that to Clark? To the other
heroes? There would be no explanation that would
satisfy them!

Just then X walked into the room. He no longer
dispensed with clothes or disguises. He was simply
naked, with his big 14-inch cock half-erect sticking
out like a divining rod. He had a cocky smile on his
face - the kind he always had just before he fucked
sa.

"Good morning my dear!" he said cheerfully. "I have a
treat for you today.. if you're behaving. You ARE
behaving, aren't you?"

She nodded. She knew better than to reject him now.

«Qui êtes-vous? he asked her as he put his hand into her
stringy hair.

".. super.. slut.." she replied in a hoarse voice.

He stroked her hair like one would a pet. "Very good,
my super-slut. Now, I have a gorgeous dinner for you if
you're willing to do what's necessary.."

She knew what he wanted, and at that point nothing else
mattered to her.

Nothing. She nodded her head in compliance.

X reached over and freed her from her wrist restraints.
Then he did the same with the restraints at her feet.
All the while he was careful to keep his left wrist
away from her.. the wrist with the security bracelet
that keeps her in check.

With the restraints off, Supergirl let her limbs fall
as she felt the circulation return to them. Ils ont été
numb, and she had little or no strength left to move
eux.

X straddled over her, then dropped to his knees on top
of her massive tits. His huge cock was right in front
of her face. "Make it hard," he said with a sneer.

She reached up and with a shakily hand took the half-
limp phallus into her mouth. It got hard as she started
sucking on it. She could feel it get engorged with
red to it's maximum thickness. Then X pulled it out
of her mouth and placed it between her massive melons.

"Hold your tits tight," he said. "Push them together."

Her fingers were still tingling as she complied,
pushing her tits together as he began to pump his
massive cock between them. The sensation was unnerving
for her - his cock between her super-sensitive tits.
She could feel the erotic sensations build within her
à nouveau.

-=*=-

Superman returned to Metropolis in a huff. It has been
a grueling few days for him - helping out Japan from an
earthquake, then a hurricane in Bangladesh, and then a
tsunami in Hawaii, then an invasion attempt by a rogue
Khund warlord.

Running into Maxima didn't make it any easier. The red-
haired princess was still lusting for him in the worst
way, and she still refused to take "no" for an answer.
At one point she filled his mind with her erotic
fantasies - fantasies that involved the two of them
bare naked, their genetically-flawless bodies grinding
together in heated passion. To see Maxima's perfect
breasts and red-hot pussy - even as a mental illusion -
got him a raging hard-on. He was tempted like no other
time before and he was that close to actually ravaging
her... But then he remembered he still had Lois, and
she has always been more than enough of a woman to
satisfy his all too human desires.

The Man of Steel made a beeline to Lois' apartment,
using his X-ray vision to make sure she wasn't with
somebody. Then he opened the window and let himself in.

Lois was in the kitchen when he entered. "Clark?" she
called out.

"Yes Lois," he said as he tugged off the cape and
almost flew over to her. The smell of her body, the
warmth of it, got him hard again. "MMMMM... I don't
know what's better, the smell of your cooking or the
smell of your body."

He nibred on her neck, his hands roaming down to her
tight ass underneath the black sweats.

"HMMM.." she said as she felt the bulge pressing into
her lower abdomen. "Oh, baby, something got your
attention. I know you don't normally do this when you
come in.."

Then she suddenly backed away, bumping into the cabinet
behind her.

"OHMIGOSH! I almost forgot! Your parents!"

Suddenly that snapped him into attention. So close
after Conduit.. to hear anything about the Kents was
hard for him. "What? What happened to them?"

"Nothing.. I think.. anyways they were in this small
town with Supergirl, and Martha called me saying they
thought they saw Lex Luthor in the area. Jonathan and
Martha headed out of the area and Supergirl went to
check on things. I couldn't call you.. so I pulled out
the number you asked me to use in case of
emergencies.."

"Batman's number," Superman said. "Did you hear
anything else from Ma and Pa?"

"Only that they were staying just on the outskirts of
Sugar Creek.."

In a flash Superman had grabbed the cordless phone and
dialed the number to his adopted parents' cellphone.
"Ma? Yes, it's Clark. Listen, I just got back from
space. Lois told me a little about what's happened, and
I'll be on my way there shortly. You two go on to your
next spot. I'll get Mae and... Yes Ma, I have.. un
friend who should be there already.. so you two get
going and Mae and I will meet you there. I'll feel
safer when the two of you are away from the area. Yes
Ma.. I love you too. Bye."

"I'm sorry Clark," she said as he returned the phone to
the charger. "I should have said something the minute
you came in, but you came in so fast.."

"Don't worry about it Lois," he said as he gave her a
quick peck on the cheek, then retrieved his cape. "I'll
be there in a few minutes, and if Luthor is still there
I'll make sure he pays dearly for this!"

Batman walked stealthily into the hallway located at
the end of the mining shaft. He found Luthor's
limousine parked with the engine cold. Il n'avait pas été
used in days.

The hallway was dimly lit, leading straight to the room
at the end. Once inside the room at the end of the
hallway he found it to be empty, but indications of a
trap were there. His night lenses picked up the
reflections of small mirrors in one half of the room,
and the telltale indentions of a recessed barrier. Sur
the other half of the room, he noticed the fine
carpeting and the indentions in the shag that proved
something heavy once rested there. Perhaps a desk and a
chair.

On the other side of the room was another passageway.
That led to another hallway, this one brightly lit. Le
hallway had a steep incline to it - the first door on
the left had some sort of medical examination room in
il. Heading upstairs he found a second room - this one
resembling a surgical observation room.

But unlike other observation rooms, this one had
computer terminals and other devices inside it. Il
quickly checked the monitor displays. Each of them
displayed different biological functions of someone
referred to as "SUBJECT SS." He wanted to look further
at them, but decided first to do a quick check of the
other rooms. It would do him no good to check monitor
readings if someone as devious as Lex Luthor was
autour.

There were a few other rooms down the hall. One was for
a costume room with various outfits - including a close
imitation to his own. Each costume had a photograph or
picture on the hangers. He checked out the one with the
imitation of his outfit - the picture appeared to be
from a computer printout. The notations on the bottom
read "Lexcorp Security - Intelligence Division.
Subject: Batman"

He was about to put the costume back on the hook when
he noticed the tear along the waistband of the pants.
They were torn by somebody of great strength - the
material used to make the outfit was of thick Latex,
designed to stretch but not tear. The kind of strength
Supergirl would have.

There were other outfits as well, but one caught his
eye - the extremely accurate Supergirl outfits seen at
the end of the room. Of all the costumes, these didn't
have any accompanying pictures with them. But they
didn't have to if it was Lex Luthor. He knew Supergirl,
was intimate with her. No doubt Luthor has whole
mainframes dedicated to her physical structure right
down to the DNA.

Leaving the costume room, he checked out two of the
other three rooms. One was an ornate dining room with a
fully stocked kitchen. The other was what appeared to
be an ornate suite complete with living room and
bedroom. The very last room was sealed with a metal
door. He didn't know what was going on there, but from
the faint sounds he picked up he knew somebody was in
the throws of sex.

He placed a warning device on the adjoining wall of
that sealed door that would alert him to movement, then
returned to the observation room. One display caught
his attention - the one marked "SS - Matrix
Configuration." He knew that meant Supergirl, since she
was the only permister created from a protomatter matrix.
The computer was Windows95 based - so he pulled up the
adjoining files about subject "SS."

The configuration files had numerous settings
displayed. The one currently displayed was for "Super-
Slut" and had features that would put Wonder Woman to
shame. There were other settings as well, including one
that would enlarge Supergirl's features to an obscene
extreme. It was marked "Emergency."

Another terminal monitored Supergirl's mental output.
There were images and messages being flashed on the
écran. No doubt being transmitted straight to her
brain. The level of mental conditioning was to an
extent he'd only seen once by the Mad Hatter. Ces
messages were erotic in nature, with detailed stories,
sound clips, and scenes from porno movies added in for
enhancement.

Then there was the third monitor. One that had a
closed-camera image of some guy fucking a nude blond
woman the bore a striking resemblance to the "SS"
configuration file. There was a notation underneath the
image - "ORGASMATRON STATUS: STANDBY." He knew about
the Orgasmatron from Batgirl, and how Lord Easystreet
almost put her and Wonder Woman into retirement through
their offense.

He went back to the first monitor. If it WAS Supergirl
being fucked by that guy in the third monitor, then it
probably wasn't willing. If there was some way to give
her an edge..

-=*=-

"UNGH!"

Supergirl and X fell off the bed, rolling on the floor
while he continued to pump his hard cock into her. Over
and over again he fucked her, bringing her from one
climax to the next. Her heavy breasts slapped her chin
as he continued to fuck her.

"UUNNNGGHHHH! OH GOD! UUNNGHH!" Supergirl writhed
underneath him. "AAAAHHHHH!!"

"Yeah.." X said under his breath, "cum.... Cum
again.... my... super-slut...."

X closed his eyes, oblivious to what would happen next.

"What..." Supergirl said, "what... is.. happening...
AAAAAAHHHH!!"

X didn't know anything happened.. except that all of a
sudden her pussy wasn't as tight as it was before. Il
opened his eyes, only to discover the woman she was
fucking wasn't her.

It wasn't Super-slut.

It was Supergirl!

And Supergirl was aware of her transformation. How
could she not be aware? Her tits shrunk back to normal
size, she shrunk a few inches to normal, and even her
voice went back down an octave to normal. But the one
thing that was still the same was that X was still
fucking her.

"What.." X said. "NO! THIS CAN'T BE!"

He tried to pull away, but Supergirl locked her legs
behind him, keeping him pinned down. Then she grabbed
hold of his left wrist.. and the bracelet.

X realized what she was trying to do. "NO! NO! NOT
NOW!!"

But it was too late. She pressed hold of the blue
button on the bracelet and pressed hard, using all her
strength to lock it in.

The Orgasmatron was targeted for Supergirl, but because
X was on top of her when the button was pressed, the
beam hit X square in the back. X's eyes went wide with
pleasure as he let loose a redcurdling yell. Then
proceeded to pump his cock in and out of Supergirl at
breakneck speed.

"UUNNNGGHHHH!!" cried the Maid of Might. She was not
only being fucked by X again, but she was also getting
the residual effects from the Orgasmatron as it coursed
through X.

"AAHHHHH" screamed X as he spasmed. "T-T-THE PL-
PLEASURE!! C-C-CAN'T STOP!! NOOOO!"

Over and over again X fucked Supergirl. Supergirl could
feel X's sperm pour out almost continuously into her
vagina. He was cumming almost continuously now.. which
for a woman would be blissful, but for a man - even a
shape-shifter - would be certainly lethal. She wanted
to relax her hand.. to stop the process, but in the
throws of multiple orgasms every muscle was locked down
dur.

"C-CAN'T S-S-STOP... UUNNGGHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as
yet another wave of pleasure hit her.

She could feel the torrents of sperm filling up her
vagina, making it bulge out. Jets of it started to
spray out from her pussy lips as she felt him spasm
over and over again. She knew the sensations all too
well, but she never had it hit her while being fucked.
It was like she was being fucked inside and out.

X meanwhile was in agony. He had never been hit with
the Orgasmatron before, but he knew what the effect
would be if he was. At first he was enraptured by the
pleasure, but the pleasure quickly turned to pain as he
realized that he was being powerd to climax even faster
than the last time. And no matter how many times he
shot his load, he was still rock hard! He could feel
his muscles tense up with every climax.. his heart
beating faster and faster..

"H-HELP!!" he screamed, "I.. UUUNNGGGHHH.... C-
CAN'T.... AARRUUGGHHHHH.... S-S-ST-STOPPPPPPP....
NOOOOOOOOO!!! OH... GOD... STOP... IT!!!!!!!"

Superman was over Sugar Creek when his JLA communicator
sounded. Only a handful of people knew he still carried
one - and one of them was Batman. He dove straight for
the signal to the mine on the outskirts of the town.

"Batman?" he said down the hallway.

Batman met him halfway in the second hallway leading
into the examination room. "Over here," he said grimly.

Superman raced ahead of him into the observation room.
Supergirl lay there on the medical table, quite
***. She was once again dressed in her blue and
red outfit.

"What.." Superman started to say.

"She's fine," the Dark Knight reassured him. "Now
anyways."

"Where's Luthor!" he demanded.

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Sam's New Position


Sam, or Samantha Shelldon had always been dominant, from an early age. She had known two things that set her apart from others. Her dominion over her parents and others and her lesbianism.

By day she was head of section in an I.T. company, Sam liked to wear classic fifties style suits. It gave the right impression, looked very sexy, and gave the men something to drool about.

Not that she was in the slightest bit interested in them. She made no secret of the fact that she was a sadistic lesbian predator. Sam was not looking forward to her next birthday at 38 things weren't hanging as they used to even though Sam worked out twice a week.

But Sam loved to chase the little girls that started with the company. Girls fresh out of collage, University even Her exploits with the younger female members of her staff especially the straight ones put her in a class of her own. she would make friends with them, treat them to a meal, wine them, dine them,

And if they showed potential take them to her dungeon, and destroy them. She loved to think of herself as a predator.

Some left straight away, some remained as her slaves, all would never be the same again. Sam was a sexual sadist and loved nothing more than tearing Young women from their innocence.

Janice her PA who had been an early conquest, was one of the latter, had got married, And as she was now pregnant she would need time off the absolute look of horror when Jan told Sam that she would need some time off!

There was nothing she could do , she had to give Jan the time

Off, she didn't like it but not even Sam was above the law.

Sam had arranged with an agency to provide a temp, and as she drove into the car park she realised that maybe there might be someone new to conquer.

The temp walked through the door right on time, as she introduced herself as Sharon. Sam was floored by her looks, tall, long slim legs, large breasts, long blond hair and a beauty Queen smile. God she was fit! The thing was she knew it!

The first week Sam made sure that she paid Sharon as little attention as possible, trying very hard not to look at her. directly, pretending to be more interested in what was in front of her. According to her file she was twenty one and not married.

But, About ten days after Sharon started work with Sam was in her office and Sharon came through the door,

"Morning Ms Shelldon!"

Sharon said

Sam looked up from the paperwork she was doing and gasped.

Sharon was wearing a black leather suit a white blouse with a Black leather tie. The suit was a short zip up jacket with a pencil skirt. Her legs were wrapped in Stiletto type boots which disappeared under her skirt. Her long blond hair was up in a bun Sam ogled Sharon for a few seconds salivating until she realised what she was doing.

She recomposed herself and said

"Morning Sharon."

Sharon looked at Sam for a second.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Sam thought

Sam barely dared to leave her office, trying to repair the damage.

After Sam had calmed down, she had an idea!

Sam pulled lose her hair tie and let her long black hair fall free, She felt she always looked better with her hair free.

With outward confidence, Sam walked over to Sharon's desk.

"Sharon, Some works just come in, could you work through lunch with me? I'll make it up to you, what do you say?"

"Well I was going to meet up with someone, I'll have to phone then and call it off."

"If you could I would be grateful,

said Sam , Trying to hide her inner bitch.

"O.K! Not a problem!"

"Great just come into my office at one!"

Later at one Sharon walked through the door, looking like a goddess, the walk was right the wiggle was spot on, she could have doured for some of the actresses of the fifties.

"Where do you want me?"

Sharon asked softly

Sam heard what she said but Sam couldn't believe the double meaning, or was it?

"Right draw up a chair and we'll get through this as quickly as we can."

Sharon Pick up a chair from another desk and put it next to Sam, then she took off her jacket and hung it on the back of the chair.

"Oh don't put your jacket on there girl, you'll ruin it, here hang it on a wooden coat hanger that'll be much better for it!"

"Oh You know about leather then?"

Well, a great deal of my wardrobe is leather, and I like to keep it in pristine condition

Sam realised she was talking to Sharon's breasts.

" So what type of things do you have.........in leather?"

"Well I have a lot of suits, skirts er, trousers. Boots, shoes

and er, stuff!"

"Stuff?"

Yes, er, Hats and things

"Oh ...........I see"

"Only I saw you admiring my..........tie."

"Er yes it goes well with your suit."

"Do you like my boots."

"Yes they're very unusual."

"They lace up the back."

Sharon stood up and showed her rear view, Sam shuddered as flashing through her mind was a picture of Sharon chained to a wall with Sam whipping her.

"Nice skirt."

Said Sam almost under her breath.

"You like it."

"Very much."

It's very soft Leather, it's goatskin."

"Yes, I guessed."

Sharon move next to Sam's chair

"Feel It. It's soooo soft."

Sam's hand started to shake as she felt the leather over Sharon's bottom.

"Yes, it's beautiful ."

"Yes that feeling's worth giving up everything for."

"Yes."

Sharon slowly moved away from Sam and back to her chair,

No more was said.

They worked through, and finished the job mid afternoon

Sharon removed her jacket from the wooden coat hanger,

And put it on. Before she got to the office door she paused and said

"Do you have clothes made of anything else unusual?"

"What Like?"

"Oh, rubber."

Sam turned red, she didn't mind talking about her leather clothes, that could be an everyday wear, but rubber!"

"Oh, I think I have a few bits."

Trying to sound confident.

" I would love to see you in them."

Said Sharon smiling, as she disappeared out the door.

Sam suddenly realised that her knickers were drenched and she had to walk unnoticed to the toilets to clean up.

She shut her office door and groped inside her bag for a packet of tissues she pulled her skirt and knickers down and dropped the kickers in her bag. Sam waited for a second to hear if someone was coming, nothing! Using the tissues wiped her shaven mound and dried herself off. Quickly checking her skirt before putting it back on before someone walked in.

After composing herself Sam sat down and got on with some work.

After a while Sam looked at the clock which said five twenty five, She gathered her bits, took out her jacket and put it on.

As she walked out from her office she saw Sharon trying to put on her jacket,

"Here, let me help!"

As she dropped her bag and directed Sharon's hand through the sleeve.

"Why thank you!"

Said Sharon, sweetly, Sam suddenly got a second wind.

"Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, my treat!"

"Oh I'm sorry I'm going to a club with a friend."

"Oh, no problem, some other time then?"

"I would like that."

Sam hadn't expected to be turned down so there was no plan B

She had to get Sharon on her knees sucking her pussy, she wanted her more than ever now, just thinking about it was making her wet!

As she got to her car she saw Sharon meeting another woman, Sam stopped to watch, the other woman had a full length leather coat on and she had leather trousers on but she could see no more than that, They were walking away from her

So Sam stared at Sharon and her bottom, she remembered the afternoon and started getting wet again.

For a couple of days Sharon wore ordinary clothes she smiled at Sam and Sam smiled back, it was almost like that day didn't happen, Sam was desperately trying to play it cool, Sam felt that Sharon was different from the other girls, she couldn't put her finger on it but she knew that Sharon would one day

Get to her dungeon and suffer for it.

"some girls just don't know their place, Their place is between my legs." she thought.

The following day Sam was reviewing monthly figures when Sharon knocked at the open door, Sam's eyes nearly popped

Out because Sharon was wearing the tightest leather trousers Sam had ever seen with a double breasted crop jacket which was done up revealing her well shaped breasts.

Sam realised that she was staring again.

"Morning ms Shelldon."

Said Sharon

"Morning Sharon, Come in and close the door!"

"Anything wrong Ms Shelldon?"

"No, No, nothings wrong, I would like you to work with me on a few things."

Said Sam ,lying."

Sharon put down her bag.

"Where do we start?"

"right bring a chair round and sit next to me."

Sharon Looking at Sam intently started taking off her jacket,

She was wearing a red satin blouse which was filled out nicely by her breasts, Sam resisted the urge the watch Sharon's every move, but she spied Sharon picking up a chair and stared at her bottom.

Sharon turned around and caught Sam .again staring at her.

"You like?"

"I Like."

"Well It's got to be tight. I love leather when it's tight!"

"Oh I do agree!"

"No I love it when it's tight and..........restraining.

"Yes there's nothing like it, .......for a young girl like you."

As Sam got up from her chair she had a tight, black leather pencil skirt with boots to match! A tight cashmere top in

Champagne gold with pearls round her neck.

It was Sharon's turn to look and stare.

"Very nice."

"Thank you."

"Now lets get some work done and we'll talk later."

As they checked and rechecked the accounts for the section,

Every so often Sam would sneak a look at Sharon's breasts,

And was getting wetter.

"Shall we work through lunch, if we can finish this by three or four we can go early and get a take if you like!"

Sam said hopefully.

"Sounds good to me. And then?"

"We could go to this place I know."

"And then?"

"We could move on to this club I know."

"Which club's that?"

"It's a female only club called Vesta's!"

"Oh, I know it, I've never been, What goes on there."

"Well, it's mainly about power exchange and the interaction between people."

"You mean Dominants and submissives."

"Yes."

"And what are you?"

"Oh, I'm a Dominant."

"And what would I be?"

"A submissive."

"So would I be able to wear my tight leather?

"Oh, yes! And more!"

"What like?"

"Leather cuffs. Leather helmets, Posture collars."

"Posture collars, What are they?"

"They are thick leather collars which are strapped round the neck of a submissive which doesn't allow movement of the neck. So acting to remind the submissive of their position."

Outer lips.

"Now I KNOW that's got to feel better!"

Sam just looked as Sharon finished Sam's ballet boots

Just then someone walked up to Sam looked up at someone standing close to her.

"Your Slave Mistress."

"Yes, my slut, for the moment, I'm thinking of selling her though!"

Sharon looked up and to her horror recognised the face, It was Terri A girl Sam had taken about a year ago, dressed as a Mistress Which surprised Sam. Terri held her riding crop under Sam's Chin Terri got down to Sam's face and said,

" I really want to meet you later, to catch up on old times, I may make your mistress an offer!"

Sam, for the first time in her life, realised that she could do nothing about the situation. Sam decided to just ride out the night come what may!

.

Tonight was a devotion night and mistresses heard the devotions from there slaves and pledged to live by their words. Sam felt an unease She had never had a slave read

A devotion to her, The words said were not taken lightly and because these were held in such esteem there were only two a year

Sam cursed her luck. She would end up trying to take advantage of Sharon on the one night the slaves pledge their devotion To their Dominants.

Sharon got up and after several minutes came back smiling.

"I've put your name down for this 1 It should be fun!"

Sam looked at her daggers the last place on earth she wanted to be was on that stage.

"here, they gave me a page of notes for you to read all standard stuff, so they say."

Sharon placed the paper That Sam was meant to read in front of her, As she bent to read the words before her she swallowed uncomfortably.

As the last slave finished A large woman walked over

And took the leash out of Sharon's hand It was Ms Dunbar! Sam's employer .

"Good evening Ms Shelldon, I hope that this evening's as good for you as it is for the women you have dominated!"

"Good evening Ms Dunbar, please borrow her crop!"

Said Sharon. Sharon pulled the crop out of her bag and passed it to Ms Dunbar

Sam could only look at Ms Dunbar dumbly."

She jerked Sam up out of the seat and as Sam crawled to the stage. Ms Dunbar was behind her using the crop on her. The crowd cheered as Sam crawled across the floor. Sam was told to kneel down on Stage. a microphone was put in front of her the page of notes was put on a lectern also in front of her. Her Gag was removed and the place was hushed silence.

There was nothing she could do. There was nothing she could say she knew she had to read off the page and what ever she said would change her life forever more.

"I Samantha Shelldon do solemnly swear in front of all here that from this day on I am the slave, the whore, and the slut of my Mistress, Mistress Revenge. I was a predator. From this day onward all I own, all I am, and all that you see is the express property of Mistress Revenge. I will Bend for you to fist my worthless arse, with one hand and fist my worthless pussy with the other.

May you gain enjoyment from watching my worthless arse gape

And red for you. My breasts here are clamped for you. Please put needles through my nipples to hear my screams.

Please show me no mercy, as I have showed none to the many I

Have taken over the years.

Ms Dunbar took the page and replaced it with another.

"I solemnly swear in a few hours when it pleases you I shall be pierced for you in my nipples, my septum, my clit hood and cunt lips.

I will be branded and tattooed with your mark, I solemnly swear That in a moment I shall be taken and shaven like the slut I am.

The hair I give shall be used for my butt plug, which will be fitted after I am fucked anally by yourself. I am your slave. Please use me as you see fit."

The crowded Club erupted, everyone started applauding, but they weren't applauding Sam, they were applauding Mistress Revenge.

Ms Dunbar pulled Sam up and dragged her to a horizontal bar

As she sat on her knees Ms Dunbar pulled two long needles out of a cork. Ms Dunbar kneeled down next to her and pushed each needle through her still clamped nipples. She pushed a piece of cork onto the ends and dropped the loop of a fishing lead weight onto the needle.

Sam was pulled by her hair onto the horizontal bar which she was strapped to. Her hood was removed and Her hair was shaven off by her PA Janice and taken away.

Sharon was Mistress Revenge! Far from being the girl just out of collage she had tricked her. If only she hadn't been such a stupid fool! Directed on stage She had removed the skirt. Her long blond hair followed her. Mistress Revenge was handed a monster strap on.

She walked around to put the strap on in Sam's mouth. As

She pushed the dildo into Sam's mouth she gagged and spluttered.

"Get it nice and wet Slut. It's all the lubrication it's going to get!"

Mistress Revenge walked round to the anal end. Sam's anus hadn't ever been ***d. Now Mistress revenge was going to change that! She was making up for all those who had been destroyed .

With a constant pressure Mistress Revenge powerd her way into Sam's anal passage Sam's scream was all that could be heard but everyone was watching Mistress Revenge destroying the predator. After a couple of minutes pumping the dildo was pulled out.

The crowd clapped and applauded As Sam's arse did indeed gape and red as mistress walked back to the sluts mouth.

"Thank you Mistress."

Sam Bellowed, excepting that what she read out minutes earlier was actually happening to her!

Mistress pushed her forehead back and as the mouth opened she shoved the dildo in and said.

"Suck it bitch! I want it cleaned of your cuckolds brownie because it's pussy time next!"

Without warning the dildo was pulled out of Sam's mouth and with a swagger Mistress Revenge walked round to destroy. Again the dildo was covered in cuckolds brownie, red and spit.

Mistress lined up and powerfully pushed it in to the hilt!

Sam screamed again, the on lookers cheered as Mistress started pumping!

They cheered as Mistress pulled out at last.

"Thank you Mistress."

The hair that was shaven from Sam's head was now glued into a sizable butt plug, Mistress powerd the plug into Sam's mouth for a touch of lubrication and walked round only to power The butt plug into Sam's anal passage..

As they paraded past Sam recognised many faces of the young women that she had taken and ***d

Sam knew why, she had known that sometime, someone would

Come and she knew it was down hill from now on.

As a Gas fire was brought on stage to start the branding,

The crowd cheered.

Yes, That feeling had been worth giving up everything for!

Sam woke with a start, She couldn't see, everything was black!

Her arms were painfully pulled back, and tied like a strappardo but taking her weight. her legs weren't touching the ground, They were pulled apart by a spreader bar and tied off a few inches off the bed where Sam had been told to sit many hours before.

The past week had been absolute hell for the once Lesbian predator who had so spectacularly been tricked into her own downfall. She had cried all she could cry and how ever much she had thought that she had been wronged, she came to the same conclusion, that she had it coming and she deserved everything that had happened to her.

The only time she had seen in the past week was when her hood had been removed by Mistress Revenge, and a hand had been freed to sign over everything to Mistress! Witnessed by Ms Shelldon and by that solicitor Ms todd who had said she would wave any costs as it was a pleasure being present at the demise of such a slut!

Apart from the pain in her shoulders Her branding had not fully healed and still the smell and intense pain she felt

Sickened her to the core.

The memory of the smell of her own skin burning brought

A lump in her throat, never had she believed that the baying crowd actually wanted her to be branded, but they proved her wrong. Whilst she felt her Sphincter had just been split open

Nothing her prepared her for the offense of the girls, the women that she had ***d would be used against her in such a vicious way.

Now resigned to her fate she strangely looked forward to Mistress giving her, her daily whippings. She remembered how she tricked the naïve and young girls to be tied when she had driven then to the house, like a spider trapping a fly and whipping them, screaming until she gagged them and enjoying

Whipping them some more they would do anything she wanted to do to them.

As these thoughts were going on a sudden jerk brought her back to reality, as she was being lowered. As she finished on the bed the hood that had held her captive was removed.

Mistress Revenge stood over her, her new pressed White blouse only just kept her breasts under cover, not because the blouse was unbuttoned but because the blouse was a little tight and now she disliked wearing bras. Everything else was spotless, her leather tie, her leather pencil skirt her boots and as Mistress put on her jacket Sam felt a twinge of wetness in her battered and bruised Pussy, Oh how close she had come to getting her to kneel before her, how close she had come to whipping her just as she had whipped Sam leaving hundreds of weals over her body.

Mistress undoes her mono glove and undoes the spreader bar that had kept her legs apart.

This was the first time since the night at the club that her arms and legs were free, She looked at Mistress, who slapped her across her face!

"You will learn that you will always avert your eyes to me and those around me slut!"

Sam quickly lowered her eyes in an effort to comply.

You will wash and report to me in ten minutes go!

She could barely walk, let alone wash, as she navigated her way round, it was her house but it wasn't, everything had been moved things that she had known had gone and been replaced with things she didn't recognize. She found her bathroom and like the rest of the house, it was her bathroom, but it wasn't

Knowing the tricks a Mistress might plays on a sub she didn't touch anything in the bathroom, Just washing her face with

Water, as she looked into the mirror she had another shock

As her hair had been cut off at the club and it had started growing back in little tufts, she was bruised and whipped all over, her breasts were tattooed, pierced, punctured and bruised. She scratched the dried red from around her breast. Sam heard a noise and finished off quickly.

Sam met Mistress at the bathroom door a riding crop under her chin!

"I hope you have not used my things slut!"

"No Mistress I have not!"

"Good! It's good that a slut knows her place!"

As Sam followed Mistress up the stairs her eyes were glued to Mistresses buttocks! Walking in heels in a pencil skirt did it for Sam, who remembered it was just such a walk in and out of her office which got her to the position she found her self in now.

Sam found herself in one of her clothing rooms, which had all but been cleared out. Her leather skirts, jeans and jackets had gone, but she knew better than to question it as this would have been the exact reamister she had been brought up here in the first place.

In the corner was a small pile of clothes which Mistress pointed to.

"You wear these, get them on now!"

"Quickly!"

"Quickly!"

Sam tried to dress as quick as she could, she found that her skirt was in fact a Latex spank skirt and her blouse was white and transparent, to add to the offense her breasts could be clearly be seen even the tattoos could be seen through the material.

Mistress gave her some court shoes which were too small,

As she realized Mistress gave a smirk, then handed her a Latex open face hood which she pulled on. As Sam looked up Mistress had a red ball gag.

"Open!"

Sam opened her mouth and the gag was powerd behind her teeth.

Mistress Pulled another Helmet over Sam's head which only had Eye and mouth holes so preventing Sam from removing the gag. Mistress padlocked a posture collar round Sam's neck.

Mistress took her left head and slipped a mitten on followed by the right and with a chain padlocked the mittens behind Sam almost in a reverse prayer.

As Mistress clipped a leash to the posture collar she smiled at Sam,

"We're going to work slut!"

"Mmmmmppphh!"

"Yes we're going to see all your work colleagues, isn't that nice!"

"Nnnnoooooo!"

As Mistress lead Sam to her own car she opened the boot and motioned Sam to climb in, as Sam was trying to get in Mistress pushed Sam into the boot smashing her head in the process,

Sam lost consciousness...

As Sam started to wake, she overheard a discussion between Ms Dunbar and Mistress Revenge.

"Sharon you were only brought in to rough her up a bit, and put her in her place! I swear If you have another medical emergency I will have to reassess your position. I only allowed you to brand her on the understanding that It would never be traced back to me and I want you to calm this down now, it's getting totally out of hand and I want a stop to it!"

"Once you started this you just think you can stop it, just like that? Once YOU started this you have to see it through to the end! Debbie!"

"I want it stopped, I don't know what you thought you were doing bringing her here, in the state she is in you would've only turned those that wanted her gone against me and you, it's one thing to do what you did to her in the club, it's totally another to bring her here looking like she's spent time in a concentration camp. Everyone knows what she looked like,

If you brought her here and everyone sees what you've done to her it'll backfire in my face and I'm not going to let it happen!

Treat her nice, and if that means you get whipped then so be it!

After all you fucked her up, so you can put her back together again!"

"What! You want me to wet nurse her after what you told me to do! I don't think so!"

"Well you do it or the deal's off!"

"What the hell do you mean the deals off! You owe me Bitch!"

"Well you could sue me! Now take her back and I want her back on her feet in a few weeks got it!"

"I'll do what I can!"

"Make sure you do!"

"Take her back to her house in your van and I'll drive her car back Ok?"

"OK!"

The helmets and gag had been removed to deal with the gash in her head and her hands were now free of the mittens.

As she was driven home she started to realize the significance

Of what she heard.

As she got home still pretending to be at least arelax

She was carefully lifted into her house, and up to her bed.

Where she was left to doze, peacefully. After the last weeks bondage she was relieved to be left alone for a few hours,

With her splitting headache.

She could hear music playing down stairs so her Prey was still there!

She had decided that Sharon was going to pay a heavy price for what had happened to her, and if she could pull it off Ms Dunbar would begetting what's due to her as well!

As she dozed she heard her car starting, Sharon was going out,

Sam didn't know if she had a few minutes or a few hours!

Either way she wanted to know what they had done to her house.

She hobred upstairs to the room that she visited that morning

That was empty, all her lovely leather had gone! She opened the other door hoping against hope there was something there. All her leather had been moved into the one room probably to give the impression that it had been thrown away!

As she went through the house she worked her way down to her playroom. It seemed unaffected, everything where it should be. She looked around just to make double sure no

One was watching and opened a secret door into a small room. It was originally designed as a bolt hole the door opening was

Just a push in the right area and the door opened silently,

She could have used her own phone in the house but thought against it, she picked her cell phone up off the bench and speed dialed the first number of three and made her plans.

Rather than having to throw all her things out they were all in her garage, the replacements Sam had no idea where they had come from but she imagined a large bonfire in the garden!

She made her way back upstairs and when she walked into her bathroom and opened her cupboard she found all her things

Intact.

Now she knew the extent of Mistress Revenge's powers, and she knew just how to turn thing's the right way up!

She went back to bed, her head was aching and Sam knew she wasn't ready to take on the powers of Ms Dunbar, but she would be!

Sam fell arelax fairly quickly, and when Mistress Came back she was getting really concerned about the fact Sam had been arelax for all this time, forgetting the way that she had left Sam a few inches off the bed last night which meant no relax at all last night.

It was dark when Sam woke up, she walked down stairs Sharon was arelax in front of the TV, she had shed the leathers for a robe. She didn't look that imposing now and Sam had to wait for her plan to unfold. She was also pretty certain that what she signed was a farce as well!

Sam sat there all night, Sam was intrigued as to what her reaction would be to find her sitting in the same room with her.

As Sharon started to arouse she opened her eyes and stared at Sam.

"Well who did you expect? Santa and his six ponygirls?

"Oh your awake then!"

"Yes and I was thinking... how long will they give you for *******ping? How long for embezzlement? How long for **** and buggery? How long for tattooing me? How long for Branding me?"

Sharon stared at Sam.

"HOW FUCKING LONG BITCH!"

"I...I..."

"Well if we just add those together you won't be getting out for thirty years!"

"But! But!"

"But what! I've got you in my home and believe me when I have everything I need to fuck you good!"

Sharon flew at Sam, which she was rather hoping for, Sam pulled out a tazer from under her and zapped Sharon .

Sharon fell in a heap on the floor, out cold Sam looked at her foe, first with venom but cooled her inner bitch. She smiled for the first time in a long time!

As Sharon came to, She tried to move her arms that were outstretched and couldn't

Her eyes sprang open, only to be met with the darkness of a hood and with the realization of her new position.

Sharon was tied to the whipping post!

The truth dawned on Sharon as she tried to move her legs.

They were held in position and the cramping in her toes? She had Ballet heels on!

Sharon had not immediately felt them as her arms and legs were pulled in an X!

Something snapped in Sharon as she franticly attempted to free herself, after a few minutes of panic Sharon realized that no amount of struggling would release her. She was in heavy

Bondage and she was there until someone released her.

After what seemed like hours Sharon heard footsteps, and more than one permister, as the steps got closer a real fear grew inside her. Considering the way she had been asked to treat Sam Shelldon She could only wait for the consequences of her actions. She could hear a shuffling behind her, then a whistle.

"Crack!"

Sharon screamed as her backside caught fire, she could feel red trickling down her legs, as her *** began.

"Hello my little whore!"

It was Sam,

"I've brought some friends back with me, some very pissed

and sadistic friends. Believe me when I say the last time you looked in a mirror will be the last time you will EVER want to look in a mirror. You publicly humiliated ME!, you ****d ME!

You Pierced ME! You Branded ME! You tattooed ME! And you shaved ME!

So my little fuckdoll, what do you think me and my friends intend to do with you, smack your bum with my hand?

No, No I have my cat whip which I will be using sparingly,

A couple of minutes with this and you'll look like mincemeat!

I'll be slow, very slow, and when I get my hands on the whore that paid you, you'll be mine for good! BITCH!

With that a couple of handfuls of salt was thrown at Sharon's arse and rubbed in. She was still screaming by the time they had reached the top of the stairs.

Ms Dunbar picked up her phone and her red ran cold,

"Hello MS Dunbar, How are you?"

Of course she recognized the voice, The shock of hearing it quite so quickly after sending Sharon away with her *** that very morning brought a fear to her that

Froze her to the core.

"Hello Sam."

She said with trepidation.

I have it on very good authority that a recording of a conversation only this morning could be extremely

Detrimental to your present lifestyle.

"How could?"

"How isn't important! Why is self explanatory, The point is I have it, I have her, and, I have you!

Unless you wish to spent the next thirty years in primister

I suggest you drop by tonight, You see I couldn't help noticing that it was your flowers eighteenth birthday over the weekend, and that started me thinking."

"I'll be there but leave her out of it!"

"Oh but how could I do that, after all she would be starting at the company now, wouldn't she?

"Look I know I wanted you sorted out, but it went way to far

I know that now, please let me come round tonight and we'll talk!"

"Until tonight!

The phone went dead, Ms Debbie Dunbar Was frozen with fear,

On so many levels, firstly she didn't want to go to primister and lose the Company. Secondly the fear of Sam in the same company as Lisa, her younger flower. Linda, her elder flower had managed to get to university and away from Sam the predator, but her worst fears were unraveling in front of her, and if she put a foot wrong she could very easily lose everything!

Later Ms Dunbar pulled up outside Sam's home, the absolute

Fear written all over her face. Sam had all the playing cards

And if she wanted to she could have had her facing charges

Now. Ms Dunbar had few options, Sam could do what ever she wanted, and still bring her life crashing down around her.

Debbie Rang the door bell and waited... The door opened but Debbie didn't recognize the permister who answered the door,

A faint resemblance to Sam, but no more. The woman looked down at her with disdain.

"I wondered what evil looked like, now I know!"

She opened the door wider so Debbie could walk in,

She had not expected to be cast as the devil ,but if the hat fitted.

She saw a few people doted around like they were attending a dinner party, they glanced at her with the same distain. Perhaps she had got it wrong, perhaps she had let a stupid young girl run riot with a member of her company, anyway she knew she would have to pay for the mess Sharon had made.

"Ms Dunbar! So good of you to come!"

Sam was stood in the middle of a party in full swing.

Debbie was just left speechless by the party guests, in nothing but Latex, or leather, She hadn't noticed but the woman who answered the door was wearing Leather as were the people she had past in the hall.

She didn't know what to make of the party when the music stopped.

Everyone was looking at her, with the same distain, the same hate, the same venom, that she had shown Sam at the club a week ago.

"This is MS DUNBAR everyone! This is the one who thought that having me shorn, having me branded, having me tattooed would be a good idea, how was it for you then MS DUNBAR?"

Debbie didn't know where to look, eventually deciding on looking at Sam.

"I...I...I'm not."

"Responsible?"

Said Sam with venom

"No."

But MS DUNBAR! You ARE responsible, the bottom line is you paid for Sharon Lock to seduce me and collar me, but when she went to far you dropped her, what was it you said, you were only brought in to rough her up a bit."

The words cut through Debbie like a knife, Debbie thought that there must be a recording of the conversation and all hopes must be forgotten, whatever happens, happens, even if it means

Her flowers get involved.

"Well Ms Dunbar, you have few options open to you, Sharon Lock is spending some time revaluating her position and I have a simple solution, until I am put right, no tattoos, no Branding and my hair grows back I can and will reduce those that have wronged me to be my whipping girls, for me to play with until my body is put right. My hair will take best part of a year to grow back , Of course I will be on full pay although I will of not be coming in to work until I'm put right, but the quicker the marks are put right the quicker you see your flower. You see you will drop her off here tonight, you will tell her that you made a huge error and by doing this, will solve a few of the problems that you have made in the last few weeks."

Debbie thought for a moment, but the one off lines she had perfected over the years just could not compete with the terror that she felt.

She had thought that she was walking into the Lions den

But it had been made perfectly clear that she was not the lion and she had done Sam wrong.

Not only was there no way out but her youngest flower would be forfeit in this game for supremacy.

Debbie thought on a more practical side, how was she meant to remove all traces of a tattoo , let alone a branding. She decided to look on the net to learn about these things, but isn't that how she got herself into this mess in the first place!

Whatever the fate of Sharon, she decided it was her own fault

And she would have to face the consequences of her own actions, on her own. Debbie's flower would be another casualty she did not know her fate, but it would be better than Debbie losing everything in which case she wouldn't have any thing to fall back on.

"When do you want her?"

"Tonight! And her training starts straight away, she will be trained as my permisteral slave and she will live here until further notice, and if I feel the need to sell her then that's exactly what'll happen, but then you know what'll happen then , don't you?"

"I'm afraid you'll never see her again, depending on how I train her, the prospective buyers might come from the other side of the world to buy a good slave in which case you will have no chance, unless your in a position to buy her! But that's to come and I'll have plenty of bills for lazer treatment for you to deal with, after all you're the one that ordained it aren't you?"

Debbie winced as if smacked round the face, the token "roughing up" had changed into a nightmare which would take

on untold pain for her flower.

Debbie Dunbar walked away from the home of Sam Shelldon

Broken. There was nothing she could do to change anything,

She got in her car and drove home.

The one thing she was dreading was how she was going to explain to Lisa that she was the prize that her lady had

Allowed to slip through her fingers, and her lady had made such a mess of things that she would gladly allow Lisa to stay with Sam , her employee, because she had a recording of her lady talking about *******, *** and had forfeit the right

To her younger flower.

When Debbie got home her flower was on her computer typing to one of her friends on Face book.

"Lisa, I've got something to tell you."

Debbie said softly, trying to hide the life changing significance

Of what she was going to say.

"Aw Mum, I'm talking to Thumper!"

Debbie pulled the mains plug out of the wall and the computer died.

"what're you doing mum?"

As Lisa screamed as she stood up not quite believing what was happening.

"Sit down, what I have to tell you isn't easy and I need your full attention without you making clever comments!"

Lisa slumped back into her chair.

"What is it mum?"

"I've made a huge mistake Lisa, I won't go into details but I want you to come with me, We're going to Sam Shelldon's tonight."

"What the rugmuncher, I'm not going anywhere near her!"

"I didn't say you had a choice in the matter, did I. With what she 's got on me I could get thirty years and we would lose everything we own. The company, the house, just everything!"

"What's she done to you mum?"

"It's not what she has done to me, it's what I have done to her!"

"What have you done to her?"

"Let's just Go to her house and you can judge for yourself!"

"Well O.K! I'm not keen but I'll go because you want me to mum!"

Without saying much more they left for Sam's. Half an hour later they drove into Sam's drive, the party sounded in full swing, and there were quite a few cars parked in the way between them and the house.

"I think we walk from here Lisa!"

Said her lady, still trying desperately to hide the truth from her flower, Debbie had almost blanked out the ramifications of what she was about to do, so there was no question of discussion.

Back into the Lion's Den stepped Debbie and her flower,

As Lisa saw the leather and Latex clad Partygoers she clung on to her lady, not believing that her lady would take her to such a place.

Lisa was grabbed from behind and ripped away from her lady

And when Debbie looked round she saw the eyes of a massive hooded man glaring at her, she realized then she had lost her flower for perhaps forever. Swallowing uncomfortably

She made her way to where Sam had been before.

Sam was enjoying the party, it was the first fun she was able to enjoy since that fateful night and she relished what would happen to those that had wronged her. Rather than fly off the handle and merely flog then, she had a new way of dealing with them. Also Sam had on a new pencil dress

Sam saw Debbie edging her way towards her and put her glass down. As Debbie reached Sam the music stopped and everyone was looking at Debbie

"Well, well, I have nearly the whole merry band now! I just need to collect a few more and I'll have the set!"

Everyone round Sam started laughing, it was apparent that everyone in the place was aware of Debbie's mistake and that they were making her feel as uncomfortable as possible.

"Lets go down to my playroom and see our newest guest!"

Two of the party revelers grabbed Debbie by her arms and walked her behind Sam as they all walked down to Sam's playroom.

As the room had only dim lighting Debbie was trying to make out what was in the room that she had heard so much about,

As her eyes became accustomed to the light she realized to her horror that two figures were ahead of her in the room.

The one on the left was entirely encased in Latex, her face was facing the wall and the small pile of long blond hair drew Debbie to the conclusion that this was Sharon. Debbie had been so wrapped up in her own little hell she had almost forgotten about Sharon.

The other figure was hung in the same way but was facing the centre of the room, this figure was also dressed entirely in Latex and Debbie guessed this was Lisa. Sam unbuckled the blindfold and Gag, this was indeed her flower Lisa.

Debbie covered her mouth and fought back the tears of the sight before her.

As Sam removed the Gag from Lisa's mouth Lisa started screaming obscenities at Sam. Sam Just looked at the huge master standing too their right, they looked up as the master pressed a button on a control box and Lisa screamed with pain

Sam just waited whilst the screaming continued, Debbie was sobbing uncontrollably Sam looked at the master and Lisa stopped. Debbie recognized the Master as the man upstairs

She realized he was staring back at her and looked away.

The screams must have lasted nearly a minute, Sam stepped up to Lisa.

"I take it your lady hasn't told you?"

Lisa was still regaining what composure she still had

So stayed silent

Sam looked at the master who pressed the button again!

Again Lisa screamed as the little box of clever little bits

On the outside of the chastity belt she was wearing put a low

voltage current directly into her Labia via the two electrodes.

Sam looked at the master and it stopped Debbie was openly crying, Lisa glared at Sam.

"I can do this all night if you wish?"

"No, No"

Said a very frightened Lisa who had realized there was much more to this than she had been lead to believe.

Lisa noticed for the first time that Sam's hair had been shorn and she looked like a French collaborator.

"Would you like to see the things your lady paid for?"

It was a rhetorical question as Sam had already started undressing in front of everyone in the room.

"Oh I know what your thinking Lisa, your wondering how I could undress in front of these people, your lady and yourself, well I'll show you!"

As her knickers fell to the floor Sam slowly turned around.

"My body was as clean as yours before your lady paid to have this done to me!"

Lisa was stunned! Tattooed, Branded, Pierced, burnt and whipped, the evidence was very clear. Lisa looked at her lady who looked at the floor. She knew what Sam was saying was true.

"How? Who?"

Lisa managed to get out

"Oh that's the good bit, she's next to you, her name used to be Sharon but after my friends have had their use of her I think she'll just be known as toilet slave!"

The other figure tried to release herself from her bonds in panic, but quickly realized her fate was sealed, and slowly

Stopped. Quivering with fear The girl formerly known as Sharon excepted her fate.

"Could I see her face, I just could not believe that someone could do, that to another permister!

"Of course but it'll be the last time she sees anything for the foreseeable future!"

The Master that was responsible for the figure undid her collar and unzipped her helmet, and as the helmet was pulled from her now bald head Lisa looked.

"YOU!"

Lisa screamed! She glared at her lady!

" How could you! You fucking Bitch, That whore made my life and Linda's hell at school and you "employed her" fuck I hope you've had you moneys worth BITCH!

Sam started laughing, the party goers started laughing, Lisa still glaring at her lady, glancing at the Thing formerly known as Sharon. Debbie's offense was now complete!

"And now I suppose I have to have the same fate because of your incompetentence! That's why you kept avoiding my questions earlier! You dragged me up here to give me to her

didn't you?

Well don't bother saving anything for me, I don't want your red money, and if I ever get to see Linda again I shall tell her what I've seen here and the fact you willingly sold me into slavery! Please do me up again I don't want to see the bitch again!"

Both the Thing and Lisa had their headwear replaced Sam was in absolute hysterics as was everyone else Debbie Dunbar

Was on her knees crying her eyes out.

After a few minutes when thing had calmed down Debbie looked up at the Thing formerly known as Sharon

"Please Sam let them down I love both of them and it should be me up there not them!"

"Yes I know all about it! Ms Hypocrite!"

Debbie looked at Sam for a moment and looked at the floor

Not persuing the point.

"Yes according to Sharon you and her had quite a thing going

until you decided to go for me, you probably didn't want to tell your flowers you were a dyke so you kept it a secret

from them. So what's it like to be outted?"

"It just rounds off a perfect day!"

Debbie said almost without thinking.

"Well no I don't intend to do anything of the sort, I want her where I know she'll do some good, plumbed in to some toilet

somewhere.

"No Please,"

Sam waved a hand silencing Debbie

"Firstly I do except the fact that she went beyond her remit

and you tried to stop it, but you think for one second getting these tattoos removed will be pain free? Do you think for one second that removing this brand won't involve surgery because if you do you are a little more dense than I gave you credit for.

Secondly I need you to keep the company going, this is going to cost a small fortune and not surprisingly your footing the bill!

Thirdly Lisa stays here! I don't think after what she's found out about you today She'll want to come back with you

Anyway, I dare say she needs time to think as I do, you think we're working to some plan do you, Oh and by the way where's that bitch Ms Todd?"

A small far eastern Mistress walked up to Sam with a chain

In her hand which she gave to Sam.

"Thank you Mistress Kia May I whip her soundly?"

"Of course, I think that's why she wanted to come so much!"

At the other end of the chain Ms Todd walked up to Sam .

"Guilty as charged! Where do you want me!"

"Kate?"

Said Debbie.

Ignoring her Ms Todd beamed at Sam.

"I just wanted to say I'm really, really sorry for what My lady did to you, it doesn't matter what your sexual preference is no one deserves that, no one!"

"You see as far as I can see you're the reamister all this happened to me, but you knew nothing about it. A paradoxical problem to say the least!"

"Well Put it like this! I've seen enough to sicken me, so Lesbianism seems like nothing now, if you want me take me, I'm yours! Someone has to pay you back!"

Sam unstrapped Lisa, and Lisa took hold of Sam and Pecked her neck until they kissed. Lisa worked her way down to Sam's breast and licked and sucked until it started to harden.

"What did you used to do to the girls you brought home with you?"

I don't think you want to know do you?"

"Yes, I do, but I hope it wasn't what happened to Sharon."

"No the only reamister for that was that was exactly what Sharon did to me in front of an audience at vestas!"

"What! Exactly that!"

"Your lady pierced both my nipples, see these marks here?"

"Oh I don't want to know, it just turns my stomach thinking about it!"

I was shaven by my PA I was branded by Sharon and I was publicly humiliated by the lot of them!"

"So where do you want me!"

"Well, firstly I love girls to be hooded, Gagged and wearing latex! OK where do I find all this?"

"Oh Sharon did have a move around of my bits but they're still here."

"They got up and Sam showed her what she had.

Wow, you must have spent a lifetime collecting all this!"

Sam looked at her.

"Oh, I didn't mean it as it came out!"

They picked out some stuff and carried it back the Sam's bed.

Sam opened a cat suit and Lisa stepped into it.

"Oh you'll need some talc!"

Sam opened a draw and pulled a tin out,

Offering it to Lisa. She shook some out, over her legs and it went some way to ease the latex on.

Once the cat suit was on everything else was easy!

Sam slipped a pair of Ballet boots on locking them in place

An open hood stretched over her face and begrudgingly fitted

Snugly a ball gag popped into Lisa's open mouth and a mono glove pulled her arms together behind her. As she laid on the bed Sam Put the last piece in place the final Helmet went over Lisa's head and zipped up behind her head, her eyes looking at Sam.

"Well you wanted to know!"

"I ont uu oo uff mi!"

Well I suppose your there, I'm here."

Sam opened the zip between Lisa's legs Lisa grunted as Sam gently brushed Lisa's sex with her fingers. Lisa was trying to hump Sam's hand!

"Oh not so fast little one, for us the night is young, and I have all the time in the World! Lisa realized who was in charge and relented.

"ace mi!"

"I'll take you when I'm good and ready!"

Sam got closer and caressed a cheek of her buttocks through the latex, Lisa was getting all hot and Sam wasn't easing it!

Sam felt her breasts tweaking her nipples and driving Lisa wild!

"Have you ever been fucked little one?"

Lisa shook her head.

So you have never been fucked in the arse?"

Lisa looked at Sam

"Iye mi"

"Oh I intend to my dear!"

Getting off the bed, Sam opened a draw and pulled out a strap on, not a monster only eight inches but enough!

Lisa looked and realized where it was going, she brought up her knees so her arse was in the air ready!

"Uk mi, Uk mi!"

Lisa cried, the sound coming from the covers of Sam's bed,

Sam who had just lubricated the Strap on got on the bed behind Lisa.

"Get ready here it comes!"

Sam eased the Strap on into Lisa's arse it slipped easily past her sphincter and slid slowly inward. Sam started to gently pump in and out being careful not to push too hard. She was

Trying to make this deflowering a memorable experience and so far it was!

Lisa was somewhere between grunting and panting, whatever she was doing she was enjoying it!

Sam kept on at the same rate Pumping away, swaying a little left and right, trying to touch every tiny nerve ending in Lisa's sphincter until Lisa squealed and shook with pleasure! She had come!

Sam backed out of her arse and unzipped the outer helmet, pulling it off and unbuckling the gag.

"Well I had to find some way of cleaning the strap on!

Lisa looked at Sam and the penny dropped...

"I'm ready!"

Said Lisa, who opened her mouth to take the strap on.

Sam impaled Lisa's mouth, knowing that all she could taste was her own cuckolds brownie, turning pumping in and out, Lisa gagged once or twice but kept cleaning the strap on until Sam was satisfied it was clean. Sam pulled out looking for cuckolds brownie, she saw a bit on the tip and put it back for Lisa to clean off. Lisa didn't resist Sam once She was learning,

Learning to be Sam's little slut.

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Shipwrecked, Survivor, Slave


Some Good News

"Go on then Moll, open it."

Veronica Stennet implored her friend to put them both out of their misery and open the letter that had been placed on the table next to their takes

Mollie Wan-Chu turned to Veronica and smiled. The letter had fallen through the letter box and onto the mat in Mollie's apartment with the morning post.

That was over 3 hours ago and she had still not opened it.

"Shall I?" Mollie said, genuinely sounding nervous of what it might say. She knew what it was, and she knew that the outcome could be so life changing for her.

"Yes, do it now. Please Moll, otherwise I shall just get up and go." Veronica offered a tone of mock indignation. The two girls sat in a relatively empty public house. The British Oak in North London was never that full anyway but at lunchtime on a Tuesday it was just about empty save for a couple of lecherous locals who were happy to see 2 pretty female students slowly sipping orange juice in their local pub at this time of day.

"Okay, let's do it!"

Mollie picked up the white envelope and made a small slit in one corner before running her finger along the top. For a final time she turned, brushed strands of her long black hair out of her face and smiled at her friend.

"Here goes, fingers crossed." Knowing how important this was to Mollie, Veronica crossed her fingers too.

Mollie pulled the letter from the envelope and started to read. It took her about 30 seconds of concentration before she smiled and let out a loud scream of joy.

The voyeuristic regulars turned to stare but Veronica just laughed knowing what the letter must say.

"I'm going hon, they've picked me. Fuck V, I'm actually going to be on the television. Fuck!"

Mollie was, clearly, almost incoherent with joy, so Veronica took the piece of paper away from her friend and started to read herself.

"Dear Mollie, it was such a pleasure to see you for your final interview last week and we now take great pleasure in informing you that you have been chosen as girl number 1 for the forthcoming series of Shipwrecked, survivor! This means that you will be the first girl to travel to the Potoma Island in the South Pacific and you will spend a week with boy number 1, being filmed before anyone else joins you.

I have to remind you of course that your involvement in the show must remain highly confidential given the fact that although we are shooting it now we are not showing it on TV until the autumn.

Assuming that you still want to take part in the show then we require you to call the number at the bottom of this letter as soon as you can so that we can make suitable travel and inoculation arrangements.

You will travel out to Potoma on Friday 20th February.

So, well done and congratulations Mollie, and we look forward to hearing from you soon.

Yours faithfully,

C4TV Inc."

"Oh Moll," Veronica put down the letter and hugged her friend before planting a resounding kiss on her cheek. The display of emotion turned the interest of the locals up a notch hopeful that they had found a pair of amorous lesbians in their very own pub. But the 2 girls did not oblige that fantasy; instead Veronica laughed once more and shook her head.

"I don't believe it, my little Mollie Chu on the TV! You're going to be on Shipwrecked, survivor! I can't believe it."

"I know," Mollie was ecstatic as tears spilled down her cheeks. "I've got to ring mum and my sister, oh and C4TV! Fuck V, I go in 3 weeks!"

The girls left what remained of their takes and, much to the disappointment of the guys sitting at the bar takeing, they left.

*****

"But V, how will I look on TV?"

Mollie stood in front of the full length mirror in her room. She lived in an apartment with Veronica and Rosie, also a London City University Student. They had a room each and shared a living room and bathroom. All 3 were good friends but Veronica and Mollie had known each other the longest. Rosie was in class but the 2 other girls had been free of lectures all day. Veronica looked at the reflection of her friend in the mirror.

"Oh Moll, you look stunning as always." It was true that, in a platonic kind of way, Victoria had harboured a crush on her friend ever since she had known her. Now, reflecting upon Mollie dressed only in lacy black underwear and staring into a full length mirror, Victoria's crush surfaced again and she began to seriously question the platonic nature of her feelings.

"Thanks sister, you're a good friend."

"You know that before long they'll have you pole dancing on the island and then featured posing provocatively in FHM or Maxim or something, right?"

"No way V, never! I will not be stripping off for anyone not least of all several million horny Sunday morning guys slumped in front of the TV masturbating off their hangovers! And as for those crappy poor excuses for porn magazines that you mentioned, then forget it. Now if you were talking Playboy or Penthouse then maybe I might be interested!"

"Moll, no, really?" Victoria's eyes opened wide.

"No, silly, of course not. Look I am going on this show because I genuinely want to broaden my horizons, meet new people and experience new things, and not just so I can be a teenager's wet dream!"

"So, Waddya think V?"

Victoria scanned the image of Mollie's 5 feet 4 inch Asian frame. She roved her eyes up the length of her friend's shapely legs to her flat stomach and on upwards to her small but pert breasts, and then to her face. Mollie's face was the best bit. She had beautifully sculptured features, a small nose, lovely brown eyes whose shape reflected her Chinese descent, and full, red lips ... warm and inviting! Victoria shook the fantasy out of her head and replied, "You look lovely Moll, and you'll knock 'em dead, of course you will."

******

In the few days and short weeks leading up to the time she was due to depart, Mollie was very, very excited. She had told her parents and her little sister of course but no-one else, other than Rosie and Victoria. Mollie had been made to sign a confidentiality agreement such that she kept everything else to herself until the time that the show's real events were played out on TV. It was highly frustrating but that was the way it had to be and Mollie understood that.

Having called C4TV quickly after she had received the letter, Mollie had received the appropriate booster injections for inoculation and had been treated to a whirlwind of preparation. If she had been in any doubt about one of the show's main attractions, despite her own principled reamisters, Mollie's delusions were cleared up when she was allowed to choose 6 brand new bikini's from shops on Oxford Street just for use on the show. She would be wearing little else that was for sure, which made Mollie kind of excited but even more determined not to play the exhibitionist when she was on the island.

She was also asked to provide a small pen picture of herself for distribution to the shows production team and her co-islander, boy number 1. She presumed that he had also been asked to do this and so it was no surprise when an email arrived with both hers and boy number 1's pen pictures attached. Sitting at her screen Mollie opened the email and decided to re-read her own first.

"Mollie Wan-Chu, 20 years old. Student at City University, London studying Language and Business. She speaks 5 languages and is grade 7 on the piano. Mollie is looking forward to being on Shipwrecked, survivor so that she can meet new people, enjoy the experience and learn new things about herself. Mollie is single and is not looking for romance on the island."

Mollie cringed. Reading her own profile made her sound like a real geek who would struggle to see fun if it leapt up and bit her on the ass. But she wasn't like that, 'oh fuck what a crap profile', Mollie thought to herself. She decided to read about the boy she would be living with for the first week.

"Neil Adams, 22 years old. London based banker. Neil grew up in Germany until he was five, before coming to the UK. He is sports mad and has run the 100 meters for his county on several occasions at the National Championships. He is proud of his well toned body and six-pack stomach. Neil is also a total ladies man, so we'll see if his cheeky humour has the right effect on the girls - he certainly hopes it will."

Oh man. Who was this guy? Mollie thought that his profile was more attractive and engaging than hers but she also thought that he sounded like a proper jerk. Suddenly Mollie was not quite so excited at the thought of spending the first week alone with 'Neil Adams'. But soon, and upon reflection, she decided that nothing would spoil this opportunity and when she thought about how inaccurate her profile was she soon convinced herself that Neil would be just fine. At least he sounded attractive and even sexy, though, as she kept reminding herself, a relationship of any sort whilst on the island was the furthest thing from her mind.

******

Mollie woke reluctantly. First her eyes blinked at the sunlight peeping in through the break in the curtains and then the loud alarm of her bedside clock cut into her mind.

"Fuck, shut up clock!" she shouted at no-one but the clock. Slowly she dragged her body out of bed. In was 5am. Today was the day. Mollie was flying via LA to Tahiti where she would be met by the C4TV team and whisked away to be 'Shipwrecked'. She had to be at Heathrow by 7:30am and her flight to LA was scheduled to leave at 10:30. It would be a long haul and she only had economy tickets. Still they were free and paradise awaited her, so it was hard to complain.

Mollie showered and before long felt awake. She had packed her stuff the previous evening and C4TV had arranged for a car to pick her up at 6:15. So she just had to get showered and dressed and then she was ready. Mollie wanted to look good for her first impressions and so took care to wash and dry her hair, shave her bikini line and underneath her arms and then she was ready to get dressed. She had packed a fairly big case with most of her decent clothes, including the 6 free bikini's but she had left out a grey vest top, a blue button blouse to go over it, jeans and Mollie intended to wear her North Face jacket and long boots to cater for the London Winter. It would be Summer in the South Pacific and she couldn't wait.

Mollie had at one point thought that she and Neil would travel out together but now realised that they were to be kept completely apart until they met on the island beach for the first time. This was so exciting Mollie would have butterflies in her stomach all the way out there.

Taking her luggage into her hand she took a last look around her room, said a whispered goodbye and was about to leave when the door to her room burst open.

"Byeeeeee Moll!" It was Veronica and Rosie.

Their sudden appearance at this early hour touched her and Mollie sensed her eyes watering.

"Oh girls, come here." Mollie released her luggage and held them both in a big hug.

"We'll miss you honey, but have a great time, you hear us?"

"I will, don't worry. And I'll be back soon full of stories to tell you. Look after each other while I'm gone."

Mollie pulled herself free from the embrace and started to make her way to the front door and the waiting taxi. Veronica moved towards her again.

"Here Moll, take this and think of me." Veronica slipped something into Mollie's hand and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Mollie smiled and said,

"Thanks V, I love you."

"I love you too sister."

Mollie looked down and saw the small furry bear on a key ring with the engraved word, 'Don't forget me Moll, love V xx'

As Mollie left the house she was crying.

******

The flight was long, cramped and largely uneventful. She ate, slept ... kind of, and watched 3 movies; a couple of uneventful flicks on the way to LA and then one of her favourites, 'Love Actually' on a TV Gold channel on the Tahiti leg. It took an unbelievable 22 hours to fly to Tahiti and so by the time Mollie had spent that amount of time on the plane and taken into account the plus 11 hours difference between Tahiti and London her body clock was shot to pieces.

After staggering through her disembarkment and waiting for what seemed like an age for her luggage, Mollie stumred into the arrivals hall at Tahiti's Faa'a international airport and was greeted by a C4TV card being held up with her name on it.

"Welcome Mollie," said a smiling face. Despite feeling like cuckolds brownie Mollie smiled back and even managed a little wave.

"Hi," the Asian student replied in a tired voice.

"Welcome to Tahiti! Here let me take your bags."

Mollie was on Autopilot and if she had heard the order to undress in the middle of the airport she would probably have obeyed, which was worryingly unlike her. But soon she was sitting in the back of a very comfortable Mercedes being taken to the Tahiti Hilton.

"You okay back there, Miss Chu?"

"Oh, erm, yeah sure. Where're we going did you say?"

"The Tahiti Hilton Miss. You're gonna meet my boss Tricia Gayle one of the C4 documentary producers in charge of Shipwrecked."

Mollie just nodded. She was almost arelax.

******

"So tonight you can unwind, but you should try to stay awake until at least 9pm that way your body clock will adjust and then tomorrow you will be taken out by boat to Potoma, okay?"

The word okay had pretty much woken Mollie up, and so she just sort of nodded before allowing herself to be whisked up to her room by a very enthusiastic porter.

"There you go Mollie ..." The young local, Tahitian native, porter opened the room door for her, and was being annoyingly familiar using her first name and all. But once the door was open Mollie just stared not believing her eyes. She had been allocated the most sumptuous suite ever, with the biggest bed and a view looking out to the Ocean. She could have cried with joy.

"Lovely room you've got." The porter continued his chatty ways whilst taking her bag into the main living room area, "shall I put it just here for you?"

Mollie looked towards him and nodded, "yes please." The boy stood his ground, and Mollie looked back at him. The moment became awkward.

"I usually get a tip Mollie," he said, "but I know you're just a young girl, and so if you want to pay some other way ..."

"What. I beg your pardon, what do you mean?"

Taking her question as a statement of interest instead of rebuke, he replied.

"Well, you're a young, beautiful girl and I'm a fit young porter and so if you give me half an hour of your naked body then we'll call it even. What do you say?"

Mollie looked at him and smiled. "So all you want is a little time with me is it lover?" Her fingers began to trace the hem of his blue jacket lapel. Not believing his luck he nodded, "yeah just half an hour Mollie, that's all."

Her fingers moved nearer to his face and she moved her hand back and brought it down with a resounding slap.

"How dare you! Leave now before I call someone and have you fired!"

The boy rubbed his cheek and made his exit muttering 'bitch' under his breath.

"You haven't seen the bitch in me yet you jerk," she shouted after him, overhearing his whisper.

She slammed the door shut and smiled. Staring out into the Ocean nothing could spoil her mood, not even an oversexed, over expectant porter.

She flopped onto the bed and began to doze.

It was a loud knocking on the door of the suite that woke Mollie from her dream. Despite knowing that she ought to try to stay awake, the comfortable king size bed had made it impossible. Mollie had fallen into a deep, coma like relax and so by the time she was trying desperately to open her eyes the banging on her door was very loud and almost frantic.

"Coming," she shouted wearily. Mollie rolled off the bed onto the floor and picked herself up. She opened the door and saw Tricia Gayle again, the show's producer and a young man. The man stared at the girl in front of him, the girl who would soon be "Shipwrecked, survivor's girl number 1". Her long hair was loose and mussed and, she looked so hot as she swept her hand through the jet black locks.

"Hey Mollie," Tricia spoke, "you look like you were relaxing?"

"Mmmm, yeah I was ... couldn't help it ... eyes just closed ..." Mollie was talking as if she was in a trance.

"Well, we want to share with you the plans from here on if that's ok?"

"What ... oh yeah, sure, come in." Mollie stepped aside and let the pair of C4TV representatives in.

"Look Mollie," Tricia spoke again, "why don't you unpack and then we'll talk."

"No, no it's fine I'm not unpacking much am I 'cos I'm only here for tonight."

The man was still eyeing Mollie as if to undress her. Then he too spoke.

"But, y'know, you should get a shower Mollie and wake yourself up for a few hours. That way you will adjust your body clock much easier."

Mollie actually thought that this was a good idea and failed to pick up on the man's second agenda which was to sneak a glimpse of the Asian student while she was naked.

"I won't be long, is that ok? Just make yourself some tea or something."

"Yeah Mollie take your time."

Mollie had already stripped off her loose button blouse, and her grey vest top showed the C4TV guy a bit more cleavage than he could see before and so he was already smiling. Mollie took her overnight bag and wandered off to the bathroom.

In just a few seconds the shower was on and the guy started to imagine what Mollie looked like with the water splashing down over her naked body. Tricia, his boss, had stood up to make a phone call and was standing on the balcony looking out to the ocean. Now was his chance.

He stood up and moved to the bathroom. His smile got even wider when he saw that the door was not locked and had actually slipped an inch or two open. He could see nothing yet but he had the opportunity to change that. Checking that his boss was still focused elsewhere he pushed on the open door and the two inches became 5 times that number. Now he could see.

He stared at the steamy shower cubicle and saw Mollie's obviously naked body relaxing under the hot water. He looked down on the floor and saw her clothes. He saw Mollie's jeans and vest and he saw her black lacy bra and matching panties. Her lovely black, tight boxer style panties and he started to go hard. He loved Asian girls and Mollie was as hot as any he had seen for some time.

He stood and watched as long as he dare before he moved back into the room and waited for her to get out. This time he sat in a different place, a chair from which he could see into the bathroom. Then the shower spray stopped.

He sensed her enter the bathroom before her naked form became visible. He saw the steam leave the shower cubicle, mercifully blurring Mollie's sight and the fact that she was being watched. He looked away, briefly embarrassed, and then he looked up again as the student's tight, firm Asian hued body emerged wet, unclothed and glorious from the mists of shower steam.

She was frantically brushing her head and hair with a towel which left the rest of her body deliciously damp and bare, available for him to take in. Mollie flowed, rather than walked, across the floor, her movement slow and languid, dripping wet. Her smooth motions like a vision, like someone comfortable in their body... like someone who knew how to use it -- he wondered how much Mollie had used it.

He blinked, overtaken by a sudden desire ... and it took him all of his will power to stay seated rather than burst into the bathroom, lock the door and take her there and then. As she toweled her hair the slightly curving sides of her breasts and the outline of her small, sharp erect nipples came into view. Then she turned to face him. His breath stopped. She was facing him full frontal. Mollie was Gorgeous. Trimmed, pubic hair revealing the puffed up lips between her legs giving way upwards to a tight, toned stomach. He swallowed hard knowing she would see him as soon as her face emerged from beneath the towel. But, just in time, he left his seat as Mollie looking up from under her towel, reached out and pushed the bathroom door closed again.

Phew, she hadn't seen him ... but, fuck, he had seen her, and how. He was to be the lone cameraman on the island and she, as the only girl, would be his female subject for the first week. Just then the balcony window opened and his producer returned.

"Is she done yet, Pete?"

"I heard the shower stop, so a few minutes I guess."

******

By the time that Mollie emerged back into the suite's living room area she was dry and dressed. Pete could see that she wore only white shorts and a blue T shirt and he just knew that Mollie was naked underneath her skimpy clothing. The vision of her naked floating through the steam in the bathroom would just not leave his mind ... nor did he particularly want it to!

Mollie's long hair was not yet brushed and so hung wild and free and she brushed strands away from her face as she spoke.

"So, what's the plan?" Mollie asked with typical directness.

"Well," said Tricia, "we met when you arrived and you remember that I am your producer for the next few months, right?"

As she said that it made the point to Mollie that she would be out on the island of Potoma for 12 whole weeks, 3 months of her life. The realisation made new feelings of nervous and excited anticipation jump around inside her body.

"This is Pete, our cameraman and the only permister other than you and the other island inhabitants to be actually on the island."

"But don't worry," Pete cut in, "I have my own little shack a short distance away from the main area, where me and my technology live. So you won't see me much ..."

"... But nor will you know when he is filming," concluded Tricia.

"But I only need 2 hours of film a week which Tricia will then have edited into 1 hour for the show. So I will not be too intrusive by any means."

Mollie smiled.

"When do we travel?"

Tricia continued, "You will have the rest of today to chill out, relax and enjoy yourself and then tomorrow at 9am we will take you out to Potoma."

"What about Neil, boy number 1?" Mollie was curious as to where the other island inhabitant was going to be.

"He's at a different hotel and he will be taken out to Potoma just like you will be but at either 8am or 10am we haven't decided yet. So when you arrive you will not know whether he is there or not."

Mollie smiled as she realised that they were already starting to play the game.

"You know the game is for you to be joined by a new contestant each week and the winner will be the one with most votes after a 48 hour telephone call-in voting system leading up to the final show, right?" Mollie nodded.

"So Mollie dear, if you're all set we'll leave to unwind and prepare yourself for the best time of your life."

"Thank you, thank you so much," said Mollie sounding genuinely grateful for the opportunity as she shook both their hands.

Then Tricia and Pete, with a last desirous look at Mollie's sparsely covered body, left. Mollie crashed out on the settee laughing and thrilled anew with what the next few weeks and months held in store for her.

The Island Day 1

Despite having the luxury of a hotel suite Mollie was desperate for relax by 9pm and so she woke bright and early the following morning. It was Monday and it was day one of her life as a Shipwrecked, survivor.

Mollie dragged herself out of bed, stretched and showered. It was while she was toweling her body that there was a knock at the door. Mollie fastened the big, white, fluffy towel around herself,

"Hello, who is it?"

"Good morning Mollie I'm Jessica the wardrobe mistress for the show."

'Wardrobe Mistress?' Mollie thought to herself, I hardly have any clothes!

Jessica entered. "I expect you're wondering why you need advice on your wardrobe Mollie aren't you?"

"Well yes, kind of."

"Don't worry; I'm here just to say that today you should dress in proper clothes, no bikini. The show likes to start off as if you are really being marooned."

"Oh," replied Mollie. Jessica moved towards her bag.

"May I?" Jessica began to open the zipper on Mollie's luggage case.

"Erm, yes of course."

Jessica started to look through Mollie's things. She soon pulled out a matching white lacy bra and panties set, a short denim skirt and a blue and white stripy vest top.

"Here, put these on for today and then from now on you just wear what you want, okay." Jessica smiled and Mollie smiled back.

"Oh, yes okay I will."

"So get dressed and have some breakfast. Make it a good one because it's island life from now on." Jessica laughed.

Mollie closed the door behind her as she the wardrobe lady left. Once her hair was dried she put on the clothes as she had been instructed. Mollie looked herself up and down in the mirror.

"Well honey ..." she spoke to herself, "you didn't want to become the guys' Sunday morning fantasy but you sure look good!"

******

It was 8:30am when Mollie dragged her case out of the lift to meet the waiting crew.

"Good morning Mollie ..." Tricia spoke, her voice almost too bright and breezy, "... so have you got sun block on."

"Yes I have, and good morning to you too," Mollie replied.

"Good, then let's be away to your new home.

Mollie had never felt so excited before in her entire life.

"There's just you traveling out on the small boat Mollie. Pete and Neil will arrive separately."

Mollie just nodded knowing that she was unlikely to be told any details about Neil's arrival and so might as well not ask. The hotel was on the shore line and so she simply had to pull her case down a jetty and onto the small motor boat that would take her to Potoma.

"Morning Miss Mollie," the captain said, "it's just a short journey, twenty minutes to Potoma."

Mollie nodded and smiled at his reference to her as 'Miss Mollie' -- it reminded her of the misterg which had now lodged itself immovably inside her head!

"... good golly Miss Molly ...you sure like to ..." Fuck it misterg, go away!

The boat's motor started up and soon they were pulling away from the hotel. The sound of the boat and the ocean was too loud too talk or be heard over so Mollie just quietly admired the gorgeous surroundings. Endless blue sea and skies and an island home designed to be paradise. She could hardly wait.

After fifteen minutes or so Mollie could see the island, it was about a quarter of a mile away. The boat ground to a halt.

"You can swim right?" the captain asked. Mollie laughed.

"I'm being serious. The show expects you to appear on the beach as if you really had been shipwrecked and so you swim from here on and I will deliver your luggage to the beach later."

"No way, no one said."

"Well that's the plan."

"Can I put on a bikini?"

The captain shook his head. "No you go just as you are. It's only a lagoon so although its' about twenty feet deep here in another 100 yards or so you should be able to stand up."

Mollie knew he was being serious and she could also appreciate the effect the show wanted to create, and she supposed that to tell her at this late hour made for better TV. So with shrug of her shoulders, Mollie moved to the side of the boat and jumped in.

The water was cold but soon became warm to her skin. In fact the sensation was lovely, had it not been for the fact that she was swimming fully clothed. The captain had been right and so after maybe 150 yards Mollie could stand on her tip toes. As she walked towards the shore and her body became more visible Mollie thought that she must look like the James Bond girl rising from the ocean, and she knew that her role as a Sunday morning masturbation object had started right here and right now. She chuckled to herself at the thought.

Mollie was surprisingly tired though when she finally arrived at the sand. It had been a long time since she had swum anywhere and to do so now with her clothes on and in the hot sunshine didn't make for an easy time. But she had made it and so to add to the effect Mollie collapsed onto the beach and for a few minutes she just lay there letting the sun kiss her body.

Suddenly she closed her spread legs. Mollie realized that she was undoubtedly being filmed and so did not want to give them a continuous 'up-skirt' shot. However it was not clear whether Pete the cameraman was here or whether she was currently being filmed from the boat. There was no sign of Pete but that didn't mean he wasn't around ... somewhere.

This burst of thought caused Mollie to jump up. She was soaking still and her clothes clung to her body. She knew what this would look like to the watching audience when the show was aired and she knew that her nipples were so hard that they were poking through her bra and her vest. But she was also aware that she could do nothing about it.

"The price of fame" she laughed to herself.

Mollie looked around at her surroundings. They were idyllic. Fifty yards of golden beach gave way to a dense forest area which was no doubt where they would be expected to make camp. She watched as the boat pulled away. Did that mean she was no longer being filmed? It was impossible to know. But one thing that Mollie did know was that the island was indeed paradise. She could hear absolutely nothing except for the natural sounds of the sea, the breeze and the birds. Beautiful!

Then she found herself wondering about Neil. Was he here already?

"Helloooooo!" she yelled breaking through the sounds of nature.

"Anybody else here?"

Silence. There was no reply.

"Helloooooo. Neeeeeil are you here?" Again, not a sound.

'Okay so he must be on the ten o'clock trip as opposed to the eight o'clock' Mollie thought to herself.

Thinking that she needed to do something, Mollie headed off into the trees. As she walked across the sand Mollie looked along the surf line. The lagoon was big. She had expected to see the entire coastline of the island but that too was bigger than she had expected.

She carried on through the trees and walked for maybe a hundred more yards until she came across a pond. In fact it was extension to the lagoon which of course in turn fed out into the ocean. It was a lovely sight. The surface of the water was so still that it hardly had a ripple except where the waterfall splashed down directly opposite her.

The water of the falls looked like an arch of silver where it flowed over the rock edge about fifteen feet above the pond, and then hung down the face of the rock before it splashed softly into the otherwise still waters. The rest of the pond was like a dark mirror casting a perfect image of the trees and rocks surrounding it.

Mollie stood for a while admiring the view, still not quite believing that she was on 'paradise island'. The only wildlife she could see was of a winged variety -- birds and bugs, nothing dangerous around so far. Despite having spent so long in the water, Mollie felt sticky and still very damp. The sand from the beach had stuck to her and seemed to have managed to get into every bodily crevice that she had!

She was desperate to shower under the waterfall. Fleetingly Mollie thought of the camera and whether she was being filmed or not. But then she relaxed thinking that she hadn't seen anyone so far and that if they only needed two hours of film a week it was unlikely that the camera was switched on even if it was here.

So without a further thought for her safety or anything else and still fully clothed, she dived in.

******

A pair of eyes watched Mollie as she glided through the still water. She created a sleek, slender shape with long black hair flowing behind her, almost effortlessly moving towards the fall. The eyes watched her make it to her destination and climb out onto the flat bedrock. They watched as Mollie took off her vest and wiped her face with it and they focused on her now transparent white bra and then the vest top again as Mollie rubbed it up and down an arm.

Nail Adams had been dropped off at the island at eight o clock that morning. He too had swum ashore and he had seen Mollie arrive and heard her shout out. But he wanted to retain an element of surprise and now, as he watched Mollie shower under the fall, he was glad that he had. Her pen picture had made her sound like a bit of a geek, but nerd or not she sure was hot!

Mollie continued to rub herself with the vest until after a while she took off her bra.

'Oh man," thought Neil to himself. She had her back to him as she placed the vest and the bra on the edge of a nearby rock to dry properly in the sun. Then, with apparent disregard for being seen, Mollie slipped off her skirt and panties and left them to dry also while she luxuriated naked under the cold natural water.

Neil was hooked, he couldn't look away. Even though she faced away from him, the sight of her bare back thrilled the young man; her delicate shoulder blades, the way she tapered to a slender waist and then flared out a little towards her hips. He could see the white, less tanned skin that formed her ass, her buttocks and the back of her thighs right at the very top. Fuck, he was getting hard. He wore only a dry again short sleeved button up shirt which was currently hanging loose and unbuttoned, and a pair of shorts and so there was nothing much to hide his developing erection.

She also had him hooked because she kept rubbing her breasts with her hands and then washing down between her legs. Oh man!

Then she turned to face him. Fuck yeah. Mollie was gorgeous. The waterfall splashed off her back as she put her head beneath the sheet of water making it look like she had been decapitated. Water ran down her chest over her breasts and nipples and down between her slender thighs. Neil saw her toned legs and thighs and then the small clipped triangle of curly black hair that topped her mound. This was the best show he had had in ages. Her breasts, he noted, were smallish but nice and firm it appeared and her nipples were standing out erect like bullets.

Neil wondered what it would be like to touch her. He hoped he would get the chance. He imagined pulling her wet body to him and kissing her. Then her lovely face emerged and she was done. Looking down to her side Mollie cried out.

"Fuck no!"

Whether they had simply slipped off the wet rock or whether a breeze had taken them didn't really matter, but whatever, Mollie's clothes that she had left drying in the sun were now floating in the pond and were once more wet through! And she had no idea when her luggage would be arriving or for that matter where it would be left. Shit!

Neil had not paid much attention to Mollie's clothes, not with Mollie's naked body available to be gloriously ogled, but now he looked down and saw what her problem was.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" shouted Mollie as she once more jumped into the freezing cold pond, only this time her naked body was even more streamlined than it was before as she cut through the short distance from the falls to where her clothes were gently floating away.

Neil enjoyed the view of her peach like ass just breaching the surface of the still sheen of water and then her naked breasts as she stopped swimming to collect her things. He watched her swim to the grassy bank and clamber out of the pond. Clearly Mollie believed that she was alone as she made no attempt to hide her deliciously naked body.

Should he make himself known or not, that was his dilemma? He quickly decided that he would. He stood up and started to run down the hill to the banking, making it look like he had just arrived.

"Hey, what's the matter, what's all the shouting about?"

Mollie turned to face the sound of his voice and screamed. Her hands immediately went to cover her bare breasts and groin.

"Who ... what the ..."

"Sorry to burst in on with you looking ... well, with you looking like you are, but I heard your screaming and ran towards the sound. You must be Mollie?"

"Erm, yes that's me, and you must be Neil?" Mollie had now hidden herself behind a rock.

"Look, you can't put the soaking wet stuff back on, so take this." He offered her his shirt.

"Oh, right thanks." Taking the shirt from him she said, "Would you mind turning around please?"

Neil had already glimpsed another sight of her erect nipples when handing his shirt over and so willingly obliged. Mollie slipped on the shirt which she fastened to cover her chest, but she was not comfortable with the length of it given that she was wearing no panties and so, despite them still being soaked, Mollie put her panties back on.

She looked up at Neil's muscled upper body and felt a lust fuelled stirring in her stomach. He was cute, there was no doubting that, and seemed quite chivalrous -- if only she had known that he had been watching her wash her naked body for at least twenty minutes before finally revealing himself.

"Ok I'm done." Mollie appeared from behind the rock. Neil looked at her and his mouth dropped.

"Wow, Mollie, I have to say you look so ... well you just look good, very good."

Mollie was a little embarrassed, but it was true, she wore Neil's shirt far better than he did and, even though she felt more dressed than she had just a few minutes ago, Mollie was still walking around in her wet panties.

They headed back towards the beach. Neil looked at the perfect, natural island habitat around him and the hot Asian, partially clothed girl next to him and wondered what he had done to be so lucky!

******

"Hey guys, look what I've got!"

Pete the cameraman headed towards them carrying two cases.

"Oh yes, my luggage. I was starting to think it had gone missing." Mollie was relieved. Neil was pleased to see his case too but was also regretting the fact that their arrival would mean that Mollie would soon change out of her skimpy clothing.

The two shipwreckers had been sitting and chatting since the events at the pond and had discovered quite a bit about one another. Even though they seemed to have little in common other than their current situation, Neil was left thinking that Mollie was no-where near to being the egg-head her profile had made her sound and in return Mollie though that Neil was okay and not a jerk at all.

They had not seen Pete before this moment and so neither Mollie nor Neil was sure when or even if they had been filmed already.

"Hey, how have you guys been doing?" His eyebrows became raised when he saw Mollie's state of attire. "You'll be ready for this Mollie I guess," he handed her case over to him.

"Thanks Pete, just what I need. See you guys later."

Mollie took her case and moved into her temporary relaxing area which was just a few yards from Neil's and was separated from his space by a long line of bamboo poles which they had found lying around. Such developments were the islanders' only concession to work so far. Mollie spread her relaxing bag onto the sand and suddenly her plot looked far more inviting.

Pete sat down next to Neil.

"So how you doing pal?"

"Fuck me, Pete I never expected to be shipwrecked with such a hot horny looker on my own for a whole week ... and you'll never guess what happened earlier ..."

Pete cut in, and taking a small hand held camera out of his pocket said, "You mean this."

Pete flipped open the small camera screen and played back the whole scene from the pond. Neil stared in awe at the screen as he watched Mollie once again swim out to the falls, strip herself naked and then cavort in the water as she attempted to retrieve her clothes.

"Fuck Pete, when did you get this?" She ... we had no idea you were even here never mind actually filming us!"

"Well, I have been doing this for a few years now," Pete was obviously proud of his stealth like achievement and was also enjoying Neil's reaction.

"She's fucking hot though isn't she?" The cameraman revealed his thoughts to shipwrecked boy number one. They both turned to watch Mollie who happened to be still rummaging inside her case and had her panties-covered ass sticking into the air and facing the guys.

"She sure is Pete, what I wouldn't give to be perched right between those peachy little Asian cheeks ... ha ha!"

"Hmmmm, I know what you mean pal."

Just then Mollie walked back towards them.

"Are you not unpacking Neil?"

Neil fell back onto the sand and looked up at his co-islander, who was now dressed in a black bikini and looked even cuter than she had before.

"Yeah I guess I should."

"But hey," Pete spoke once more, "I gotta tell you guys that you get a tinned food parcel every Monday morning and there is a large cold water store with a tap for you just 50 yards over there." He pointed in a direction opposite to the one they had come from earlier when leaving the pond. Neither of the islanders had so far found the water or the tins and in fact they had been so excited that they had not even thought about food and take ... until now that is.

"I'm so thirsty all of a sudden," said Mollie tying her long black hair into a pony tail.

"Yeah so am I Mollie. Do me a favour and bring me a cup full of the cold water would you?"

Mollie looked down at Neil and feigned insult.

"What, you want me to bring you water? Don't expect me to be your slave around her, will you! Do you want a take too Pete" Laughing she walked off in the direction that Pete had indicated.

"Did she say slave?" Neil said quietly to Pete.

"I think she did."

"Oh fuck, how I'd love to have her as my slave; I'd make her do so many things ..."

"We could you know ..." Pete smiled wryly.

"What ... how?"

"Well there's two of us and only one of her for starters, and then I already have this footage of her naked which could so easily find its way onto the internet unless she agrees to our terms and ..."

Suddenly Neil's ears pricked up "Go on,"

"... well there's only me here with you two for the next 5 and a bit days and so long as I get two hours of footage for Tricia then I can pretty much do what I want. So if we can get her into other compromising positions or situations then I can get more and more footage and we can power her to do more and more stuff."

This was very quickly beginning to sound achievable. "What kind of stuff?" asked Neil.

"I am sure that neither of us will have a problem thinking of things to make such a hot babe do ... will we?"

"No, I'm sure you're right."

Just them Mollie returned with a tray and 3 mugs of cool water for them to take.

"There you are Masters please tell your slave what she should do next!" Mollie laughed and clipped the back of Neil's head with her hand.

"Oh, just sit down here with us and we'll think of something I'm sure!" Again Mollie laughed completely unaware of the recent conversation between her co-islanders.

******

Neil woke with a start. He turned in an almost shock-like state to see Pete standing over him.

"Hey buddy, shhhh don't wanna wake her do we?"

Neil smiled and shook his head, "No we don't," he whispered in reply.
"Okay, are you ready?"

"Yes Pete, ready to make this little Asian bend to our will and whims ... fucking great!"

After the conversation in the afternoon Pete and Neil had hatched a plan. Both islanders were still shattered as their bodies adjusted to Pacific Time so it was clear that bed would come early on day one. The plan was that the guys would steal Mollie's case with her clothes in and hide it in Pete's shack along with the food rations. They would start by allowing Mollie access to her clothes and food in return for little favours. What those favours would be, and just how 'little' was still to be decided ... however both Pete and Neil had a general theme in mind! And of course they still had Neil's secret footage to bargain with should it be required.

Neil crept out of his relaxing back and quietly both males made their way to Mollie's relaxing plot. To their relief most of her clothes were still inside her case and Neil could see the black bikini on the sand near to her bag.

"What the fuck does she have on?" Having seen the discarded swimming costume Neil was excited thinking that she might be naked.

"Take a look bud; go on her zippers only half pulled up."

"Fuck Pete, no way ... I'll wake her."

"No you won't, just watch."

Pete moved his fingers towards her bag. Neil held his breath and stared as the cameraman lifted up the top side of the relaxing bag to reveal Mollie's prostrate body.

"Oh yeah man," Neil could see that Mollie wore nothing on her top -- it had become a very warm evening -- and only a pair of white panties to cover herself with. Her arms were crushed to her chest as her hands, somewhat cutely, formed a pad for her to rest her head on and so the boys could not see her nipples but the squashed outline of her breasts was clearly visible.

"Oh boy, imagine tomorrow when she wakes to find that she's only got a pair of knickers to her name." Neil's voice had become louder and suddenly Mollie stirred and twisted her body position slightly. Both guys froze.

"Come on let's get this over with," said Neil now a little concerned that if they stayed so close to Mollie much longer they would wake her up. Pete scooped up the bikini and closed her case before carrying it away from Mollie and back in the direction of his hut. Neil followed with the food tins.

Once inside his place, Pete let out a whoop of delight.

"Fucking hell Neil pal, we've done it. When our hot little Mollie wakes tomorrow she will have no clothes and no food, unless we let her. Buddy, she will be so desperate."

Neil smiled knowing that he could hardly wait to find out just how desperate!

The Island Day 2

It had been impossible for the guys to get back to relax after they had stolen Mollie's things, so excited were they. They had already planned for Pete to hide himself in a place that enared him to film Mollie's awakening in the hope of catching some more titillating footage. Neil meanwhile was just going lay and wait for her to wake up.

It was hard to keep track of time given that they had no watches, clocks or mobile phones. So it was only by virtue of the fact that the sun was rising and clearing away the night clouds that Neil had any idea that it was morning again, the morning of day 2 on the island of Potoma.

Mollie stirred as her mind sensed the sun light. She had set her relaxing area up quite sensibly in the shade, but even then the night had been hot and muggy. Mollie remembered that she had removed her bikini and slept with nothing covering her breasts and once her mind had reminded her of where she was and who she was with Mollie reached out for her bikini.

Nothing.

Where the fuck was it?

Mollie knew that she had just left it littered at the side of her relaxing bag, but now it was gone.

And where was her case? No, that was gone too! Bastard Neil, was he playing games already? She would go and give him a piece of her mind and make it clear that this was not how they would live together. Mollie made to get up and go see him but suddenly remembered that she only wore a pair of white lacy panties and nothing on her top. Shit!

"Neil," she shouted. He was only a few yards away and so would hear her for sure. No reply was forthcoming.

"Neil," she yelled again only this time even louder.

"What?" Came his relaxy eyed response, "what are you shouting about?"

"Where are my case and my clothes?"

"What? I have no idea Mollie."

"Well unless someone else lives here and has been spying on us, who else could have taken my case?"

"Hmmm, good point. No one except maybe Pete?"

"Pete! Fuck of course. Y'know what now I think about it he was looking at me in a weird sort of way back at the hotel." Mollie paused then spoke again.

"Neil ...?"

"What?"

"Do me a really big favour and go find his hut and get my case back again would you. I can't get out of my bag yet."

"Why not?"

A little embarrassed Mollie said, "Because I'm almost naked under here."

Neil smiled to himself.

"So you want me to get your clothes back?"

"Yes please."

"How grateful would you be?"

"What ...?" Mollie wasn't sure where this conversation was heading now.

"How worth my while would it be? Look, currently I've got a half naked, hot Asian girl in a relaxing bag just a few yards away from me and she needs a favour. So what happens next?"

"I ... I don't know," Mollie was sounding a little more forlorn, although had picked up on his description of her as a hot Asian girl.

"So maybe a brief kiss would do it."

Mollie knew the direction that Neil could take and so a kiss would be a small price to pay she reckoned.

"Okay you got it, come over here."

"No Mollie, that's not how it works. You come over here sans relaxing bag."

"What, oh come on Neil, please ... don't be so awkward!"

"Those are my terms; take 'em or leave 'em."

With a resigned look on her face the lovely Mollie unzipped her relaxing bag, stood up and, whilst out of Neil's sight, she stretched the aches of the night away from her body. She pulled her lovely body tight and thrust out her arms and her breasts creating a beautiful silhouette against the rising sun and the horizon. It was a hot, horny, superb sight ... a sight which Mollie may well have chosen not to display if she knew that she was being captured on film. Just to make matters worse Mollie spent a few second rubbing each of her breasts and adjusting her panties. Then she had a great idea.

"Hey Neil, did you relax well?"

Neil looked up as Mollie appeared into his relaxing area. She looked gorgeous, then he laughed.

"You can take those away if you want your stuff back."

"No Neil, please." Mollie had taken two large, sturdy leaves and was holding them over her breasts.

"Okay, do without." Neil placed his hands behind his head and smiled up at Mollie who was feeling more and more cornered by the second.

"Drop the leaves and kiss me. That's the way it will be my little co-islander."

"Neil," Mollie sounded earnest, "if we start out like this you and I living together will never work."

"Hmmm right now though seeing your tits and getting a kiss seems like a good idea."

"Okay fuckwit, have it your way." Neil stored the insult away in his mind for revenge later when she was fully enslaved and watched as Mollie stood up and dropped the leaves. He stared at her breasts. Delicious firm mounds tipped by small brown nipples, hard, erect nipples. After a few seconds Mollie moved to cover them up.

"No Moll, let me ogle you some more."

His phraseology made her feel cheap and demeaned, but she did as he asked.

"Now the kiss and Moll I mean a proper kiss."

Mollie sighed heavily and knelt down beside Neil. She looked at his expectant face and was glad that she actually found him to be cute otherwise this little episode would have been utterly unbearable. She kissed him.

Lightly at first but then with increasing pressure and Neil responded in a like manner. Their mouths met and their lips pressed together and his tongue sought her out. She pulled away leaving a saliva line between them.

"Okay Neil you got your kiss and your naked show so now go get my stuff please."

Neil looked at her and smiled.

"Not sure I can do that Moll!"

"Oh come on Neil stop fucking me about!"

"Now, now Mollie, such bad language from a pretty young girl," Neil mocked his co-islander. Mollie was trying to put on a brave show but was becoming more concerned a not a little scared by the minute.

"Please Neil, just help me find my case or tell me where it is?"

"No can do Moll."

"But maybe I can help?" Pete emerged from a thicket of bushes and trees.

The island's number one girl once again covered her naked breasts with her hands.

"No need to be shy Mollie," Pete laughed.

Mollie knew now that there was a scam being conducted, a scam to humiliate her. She looked away with tears now in her lovely, brown eyes. Mollie looked out to the ocean and thought how quickly such a beautiful setting was turning sour.

She turned back to face the boys.

"Look guys' fun is fun but really I need my stuff. So please get it for me." Her voice was beginning to falter as the emotion in her eyes spilled over into her throat. She was determined not to cry. Pete held a small camera.

"Please don't film this Pete."

Pete just smiled as if to say that he would do as he pleased.

"Okay Mollie, so we have a situation here don't we?" said Neil matter-of-factly.

"No Neil, we don't have to have a situation, as you call it, just let me have my things and we'll forget about it until we can laugh together later."

"Hmmmm, what do you say Pete?"

"I say that Mollie would love to have this right now." Pete held out her black bikini.

Mollie shook her head in despair.

"Do you, Mollie? Do you want the bikini?"

"Yes ... please." Mollie whispered.

"Sorry Moll, can't hear you." Neil was still mocking his co-islander.

"Yes please," she shouted "I do want it, give me my fucking bikini now!"

"Whoa! Calm down Moll. How grateful would you be if we did?"

"No guys, please, no more stupidity. Just let me have my clothes."

"You know what Pete, I've got a huge boner after Mollie insisted on waking me with a kiss in her half naked state, and I need to do something about it."

"Oh fuck!" Whispered Mollie to herself. She was starting to panic. She was trapped with these two guys on a real life desert island with no mobile phone and no means of escape.

"Ok Mollie, so for starters you can show me those lovely little tits of yours."

"Just fuck off, both of you!"

With that Mollie marched back to her relaxing bag and got back inside, leaving the boys laughing at her strop.

As the hours passed by Mollie stayed zipped up inside her bag. Neil had taken the advice of Pete, who had told him that he needed some film of them building a basic shelter on the island and so he suggested that Neil starts this and then he would film it as if they were both contributing. He had plenty of head shots of Mollie that he could edit in.

So after a couple more hours of lie in Neil got up and went for a swim in the lagoon to wake himself properly. Mollie looked at her co-islander basking in the water and was desperate to join him but knew that she could not. In fact she had no idea what would happen next.

Neil came out of the sea dripping wet and came to sit by Mollie with an open tin of peaches that was to serve as his breakfast. He ate them slowly and purposefully in full site of Mollie.

"Hey Moll, you might not have realised yet but we have the food also and so unless you catch your own you will have to rely on Pete and I if you want anything to eat."

Mollie did not react verbally to Neil's smug revelation but new tears squeezed out from under her eyelids. This chance of a lifetime was turning into a nightmare and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Neil finished his breakfast and then started to build a basic shelter, as required, using bamboo and ropes and nails from the provisions that had been left for them on the island.

'Ropes, nails and bamboo ...' Neil was mulling over in his mind how such resources might indeed help them have fun with little Mollie in due course!

******

Neil sat on a rock in the middle of the surf cooling his feet in the very pleasant waters of the lagoon. Mollie had not moved all morning. Neil guessed it must be around midday as he was hungry. Pete had simply been around filming for some of the time and then away doing his job, Neil guessed, for the remainder of the morning. The basic shelter was completed and Neil was pleased with the results. He also knew that Pete was unlikely to require any more official film today which gave them full remit to accelerate the situation with the lovely Mollie.

Mollie meanwhile was miserable, hungry and dying for a pee!

"Neil," she spoke weakly, trying to play for his sympathy, "I need to go to the toilet."

"So?"

"So, please will you let me have my clothes back?"

Neil stood up and walked over to where Mollie lay. "Look Moll, maybe it's time we called a halt to this."

Mollie smiled filled with renewed hope. "Oh yes please," she said enthusiastically.

"Ok look, wait here for 2 minutes. I will get your bikini and then have Pete bring down your case. After which we can all have lunch, sound okay?"

Mollie nodded, and although she was still so very angry she found herself saying, "Thank you Neil."

A few minutes later Neil reappeared with Mollie's black bikini. "Here put this on and Pete will be down with your case in a minute."

Leaving her alone to restore her modesty Neil moved back to his relaxing area. He could hear Mollie moving around and knew just when she was leaving to head for their latrine area, which had been pre-dug and prepared for them by C4TV. Quickly he dashed into her space and picked up her relaxing bag by the time Mollie returned there was no sign of her case or her cast off white panties or her relaxing bag! Instead she was faced with Neil and Pete staring at her from their position on flat bedrock to the immediate side of Mollie's small pitch.

"Guys?"

"Hey Moll," Pete gave her a small wave.

"Where's my relaxing bag? And you said Pete would bring my case?"

"Changed our minds Moll, you're gonna have to work for them."

"Huh?"

"See that Bamboo pole over there?"

Mollie turned to look at a thick bamboo pole that had been driven into the thick wet sand. She nodded.

"Well that's your pole Moll, and we want you to dance around it and take off your bikini for us."

"What!" Mollie could not believe what she had heard.

"We want a fully naked pole dance."

"No fucking way, do you guys think I'm stupid?"

"No Moll," replied Neil, "far from it. In fact we know you're not and we also know therefore that you won't want your reputation damaging."

"What do you fuckers mean," Mollie was both livid and scared now, and her expletives became reflective of her desperation.

Mollie began to lose herself in the movements and the music, and she continued to dance, teasing the boys by letting first one bikini shoulder strap and then the other drop sensuously. She turned around, throwing her head back and lifting her leg. Her smooth thighs flashed seductively. She continued to dance now moving around the bamboo pole, but had stopped stripping.

"Don't stop Moll," warned Neil, and in an instant she unhooked the bikini bra clasp, which was at the front of the garment and, holding the front of her top in place, did a few more gyrations. She then pulled the cups of her bra from her breasts and peeled them back to reveal her slightly less tanned, naked mounds, capped with dark and amazingly hard nipples that stood out proudly. Mollie held her bra top as she danced and her breasts bounced gently.

As she pulled her arms back to let the bra slide off of her arms, her tits were thrust forward. She was lovely. Again she placed her hands on her head and continued to dance. Her whole body gyrated gently as she moved and shook her tits for and at them.

Mollie saw Pete's fingers playing with the keys on his laptop and knew that they weren't satisfied yet.

Her hands came down over her nipples and then descended to her own tender thighs. She let her fingers graze over her hips and her mound and then, sliding the top of her panties down a little more, she revealed the top of her silky, dark public hair. As she turned her body, she hooked her fingers under the sides of her bikini bottoms and drew the soft material up into the crack of her ass, revealing her smooth, tanned cheeks. They were magnificent. It was a good move and much appreciated by the boys.

As Mollie continued to dance, she watched Pete's fingers closely. They were moving constantly doing something as he watched the screen. Then she realised -- he was filming her from his laptop. Fuck, no! Mollie hadn't seen a camera and thought this show was just for the guys on a here and now basis. But they had it on film and she was in with them even more deeply!

"You're filming me aren't you?" She said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Of course we are," replied Neil, you didn't think we would miss keeping this show for posterity did you? Now fucking strip bitch and don't keep us waiting much longer."

Her despair now complete, Mollie slid her long fingers into the front of her bikini pants and then hooked both of her thumbs into the front of the skimpy garment. Pulling the soft material from her body, she flashed it open a few times and then she slid the bottoms down over her flaring hips and to her ankles. As she bent forward, her breasts swayed beautifully. Then she stepped out of her bikini, lifted her body and was left naked before them. Mollie stood almost defiantly with her legs slightly spread and her hands hanging loose by her side. Her firm breasts stood out proudly as the boys gazed silently at her magnificent body.

"Very nice indeed." Neil complimented her. "You have a superb body Moll." He continued, as he drank in the naked flesh of the Asian girl before them.

"Please may I have a take of water?" Mollie asked so politely with her eyes averted towards the sand and her head angled downwards that it was hard to refuse her.

"Move your hands Mollie!" Neil shouted, scaring Mollie into moving her hands away from in front of her groin where they had automatically gone once the dance was over.

"Shall we permit her a take Pete," Neil could see that Mollie was parched and her lips had become wrinkly and dry. Pete agreed that they should.

"Off you go then little Moll," And bring us one back too. Oh and walk slowly, we want to watch your naked ass!"

Mollie knew that she would not get her clothes back just yet and so having to set off naked was not a surprise to her even though she still felt thoroughly exposed and embarrassed. Mollie made as if to head towards the water vat.

"What do you say Mollie?" mocked Neil, speaking to his co-islander as if she was a little girl. Mollie looked up at the boy and said,

"Thank you?" not certain if that was the right answer.

"Thank you, what Mollie?" Mollie shook her head.

"Master, Mollie ... from now on if ever you are permitted to speak to either Pete or myself you will address us as Master understand?"

Mollie looked shocked and horrified but knew that she had no option. She nodded her head.

"Yes what?" yelled Neil, getting right into poor Mollie's face.

"Yes ... Master," replied a humiliated Mollie, and with that she quickly turned and headed for the water leaving the boys laughing in her wake. She knew where she was going and it took her only seconds to get there. Then Mollie looked down.

"Oh no, please no ..." she sobbed.

"Looking for this?" Pete stood behind her holding up a key. The water vat had a plug in the end of the tap which they were supposed to replace after use in order to stop bugs crawling into it. But it was lockable too and Pete had the key, well both keys in fact, only now Neil had one too. The only permister who could not get a take when she wanted was poor, hapless Mollie.

Mollie nodded, "Yes please ..."

"Yes please what?"

"Master, yes please Master."

"Okay." Pete reached down and unlocked the tap and poured 3 cups of water, before locking the plug again. Mollie takes hers so fast that half of it spilled down her bare chest.

"Please may I have more water ... Master," she played the game just right. However,

"No, you may not you greedy slut!"

Mollie's lip began to quiver. Not only did they have her clothes and controlled access to her food and water, but they had called her bitch and now slut. This was turning into something too awful for words.

"Right Mollie, back to the pole, we've not finished yet," they set off, "but you will crawl in front of us slut."

Mollie let out a groan of despair, but knew that she had no option but to comply.

"So crawl bitch, and remember that we are filming everything, so every second that passes puts you more under our control." Neil growled.

Mollie sobbed as she got down onto all fours and crawled away in front of the boys. Neil smiled at Pete as they looked down at her pert little bottom and swollen pussy staring back at them.

They arrived at the pole and Mollie was ordered to stand.

"Do you want to put your bikini on?"

"Yes please ... Master," she said quietly.

"Okay put it on. We've gotta go and make a clearing and then make a seating area, and if we do that now then Pete gets some good film for his bosses and the less we have to do as the week goes by."

Mollie quickly dressed herself in the 2 brief garments, grateful to be able to restore her basic modesty.

Neil put his arm around Mollie's shoulders and ordered her to smile as Pete stood in front of them filming their apparent enjoyment as they walked together smiling away from the beach.

******

It was now late afternoon. The clearing was cleared, and the rock and bamboo seating area had been built. In fact Pete lent a hand even though he was not supposed to. Neil and Mollie lay on the sand, tired and relaxing lightly. Pete had wandered off to edit some of his film.

Neil was woken by Mollie nudging his arm.

"Please, Neil, please I'm hungry. I've not eaten all day."

"Ask properly."

Mollie had wrongly thought the whole 'Master' stuff had just been for earlier, but apparently not.

"Please Master; please may I have some food."

"Don't know. Let me think."

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna be sick if you don't let me eat soon."

"Eat me then!"

"What?"

"Suck my cock -- you can even have all of the protein your efforts produce, how's that?" Neil laughed.

"Fuck off," dissented Mollie, "I've had enough of this!"

"Okay suit yourself, but that attitude won't get you any food or water and will probably result in launching the internet porn career of little old Mollie Wan-Chu."

"Please Master, don't make me do that ... I've never done it before."

"What, never?"

Mollie shook her head.

"Okay then I will save 'that' for some other time." The stay in her 'execution' did not fill Mollie entirely with relief; she didn't want to have to suck him ... ever!

"Wait here." Neil returned moments later with a tin of peaches and a stick of celery. He placed them on a rock about 10 yards away.

"Okay Mollie, give me your bikini."

"No, no please Master," Mollie begged, but Neil simply clicked his fingers and within seconds the poor Asian student was naked once more and standing provocatively, demurely with her scant coverings in her hands offering them to Neil.

"Now crawl to the food and you must bring it back here without using your hands. Do that and it's yours."

Mollie shook her head in disbelief. But she set off on all fours. The celery was easy as it sat nicely between her teeth. But the tin of peaches was much harder. Neil laughed so much at her efforts to push it across the sand with her nose and head that he made her stop so that he could call Neil to watch, and film of course. By the time she was done, the unclothed Mollie was even more tired and hungry.

"Okay," said Neil, "now you can eat and we will even fetch you a cup of water." He undid the tin with the opener, which he had also taken custody of.

"But you must kneel in front of us with your knees spread wide while you eat."

"Oh please guys, just let me eat. Please. You've had your fun now just let me eat, please."

"You are our slave Mollie, and so you must obey our orders. Eat like a slave with your knees spread."

Mollie did as she was asked. She hadn't been actually touched yet, just very humiliated. But how long would it be before that changed?

******

It was now late in the evening. The air was still warm but not as hot as it had been during the day. Neil had made a fire and slipped on his T shirt. Mollie was still naked, in fact to be honest she was getting used to it. Pete had joined them and all three of them lay dozing. Suddenly Neil spoke,

"Okay slut, come here." Mollie woke from her light relax with a start.

"Come here now. Pete and get your Camera ready."

"Please Master, what now? Just let me go to bed."

"Kiss me goodnight then." Mollie shuffled over to Neil, wrapped her body up close to him in an attempt to keep him pacified, and kissed him once more long and deep. He pulled away. "Now kiss my cock slut."

The command broke Mollie's spirit and she got up, yelled "Fuck off," and ran naked into the ocean before trying desperately, and somewhat ridiculously, to swim away.

The boys were laughing heartily when, only minutes later, they were pulling a captured again Mollie out of the water.

"Oh Mollie, Mollie why did you do that?"

"Just let me go, let me go now!" She was kicking and screaming, thrashing her naked body around for all she was worth. "Why are you doing this, why?"

"Because sweet slave of ours, we can!"

Pete and Neil took her onto the beach and dumped her unceremoniously onto the sand. The fall knocked what little wind Mollie had left out of her body and she curled up and simply lay there, unmoving, sobbing her heart out. Pete and Neil conferred for a minute or two and then Pete disappeared back to his hut while Neil took the saw and began to cut up a thick piece of bamboo.

A short while later Mollie was dragged to her feet and made to stand with her hands behind her head. Her body was still soaked and covered in sand. It was everywhere.

"Now watch Mollie." Pete and Neil dug 4 holes. In the holes they placed some of the blue-grey powder that Pete had brought from his shack. It was cement. In each of the holes they placed some of the powder, some small rocks, sand and some water and then placed the short-cut bamboo stick in there. By the time all four bamboo rods had been secured the cement around the first ones was solidly dry and the last almost so. Then the holes were filled with sand. The bamboo was now secured tightly into the beach, far too solid for someone as light as Mollie to pull them free.

"Know what's gonna happen now Moll?"

"Y ... yes Master," Mollie was scared.

"What, little one?"

"You're going to tie me to the four poles and spread eagle me Master."

"Then what?"

Mollie started to cry. "You're gonna r ... **** me."

"Maybe slut, maybe. Now lay down."

Without a choice Mollie did as she was ordered and lay down between the poles. Quickly, and with a surprising amount of expertise, her wrists and ankles were tightly bound to the poles, and stretched, spreading her arms and legs very, very wide indeed. Her pussy gaped at the boys as poor Mollie winced in pain. Neil took a smaller, thinner 6 inch long piece of bamboo and placed it between her teeth and around her neck. It was a painful but effective gag.

"Don't want you keeping me awake with your whining and moaning slut."

Neil knelt between her thighs and lightly touched her pussy. Mollie groaned awaiting the inevitable.

"Okay, slut you will stay like this all night. Just hope that nothing crawls from the ocean and wants to nestle between your thighs, oh and enjoy the sun when it comes up!"

Mollie's limbs hurt already. She itched and ached and could feel the sand moving under and around her body. The poor Asian girl was already imagining every variety of sand bug crawling all over her skin and she wanted to scream, but could not. They weren't going to **** her, not yet at least. However, as Mollie contemplated a full night gagged and spread eagled, naked on the sand at the mercy of whatever roamed during the dark hours, the thought of **** somehow seemed preferable.

The Island Day 3

Pete had slept well in his own little hut. He had a small bed and was comfortable with his fan to keep him cool. He had been awake since quite early and it was only 7am now. But Pete could wait no longer. His dreams had been full of weird visions of Mollie tied spread eagled on the beach, and he had woken with the biggest erection he had had in ages. He wanted to see how their captive had survived the night and so wearing only a pair of shorts and with his hard-on on pressing insistently against the material, he left his small room and headed to the beach.

He could see Mollie ahead just as they had left her the night before. She seemed motionless, but as Pete got nearer to her he could see that she was awake and shaking. As he approached her she turned her head to face him. He looked at her and was shocked.

Mollie was indeed shaking, despite the heat of the sun which seemed to be roasting her poor body. She was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration and red marks where small bugs had clearly feasted on her flesh. Her limbs were stretched further than was comfortable and her breasts had been rendered so flat that they appeared almost non existent whilst her ribs had become visible as her stomach had taken on a concave shape. But she still looked gorgeous.

Her eyes were wide and terror filled. Pete wondered what Mollie had experienced during her night being staked out on the beach. What torment, what psychological terror? He saw that the bamboo gag had rubbed against her dry lips and dried red had crusted at either corner of her mouth. She looked in bad shape Pete had to admit. Maybe they should take her into the shade.

Mollie made quiet guttural groans. Pete could not tell if she was trying to communicate with him or whether she was just lost inside her own world of pain.

"Morning Pete," Neil sounded cheerful.

"Morning mate," Pete replied. "She doesn't look well."

"Nonsense, she's fine, aren't you slut. I thought about fucking her to get the day off with a swing, but I want rid of that pubic hair first. We need to see her naked muff don't you think Pete?"

Neil obviously remained intent on evolving the enslavement of Mollie even more.

"So, go get your camera as I want to capture the moment that the lovely Mollie begs me to shave her pussy."

"What ... how will you do that?"

"Just get the camera pal, and then you'll see."

Moments later Pete had his lens trained on the spread eagled body of Mollie Wan-Chu.

"So ask me to shave your cunt Moll."

Mollie opened her eyes wide and stained her mouth against the bamboo gag, her sounds becoming ever more frantic.

"Oh right, you can't ask me anything can you. Silly me." He knelt down and untied the gag. As the bamboo came away Mollie retched. She was nearly sick, and if she had had more food inside her then she would have been.

"So ask me to shave you Moll."

"Water ... please ... give me," Mollie sounded delirious.

"Soon slut, when you have asked me to shave you."

Pete could see what Neil intended now, or so he thought, but even he could not have guessed Neil's next move. Standing up the island's boy number one moved to fetch a bucket from behind a rock.

"Look what I've got here slut." He put the bucket down and carefully picked out two vicious looking crabs, one in each hand. The creatures were quite calm until he moved them near to one another and then the crabs turned nasty, trying all they could to snap their claws at the other. Mollie screamed.

"So how about I let them fight on that lovely stomach and tit flesh of yours Moll? Think you'd like that."

"No, please ... d ... d ... don't Master, please." Mollie had remembered how to address Neil and was trying now to please him and keep the crabs away from her skin.

Neil moved one of the crabs so that a claw touched Mollie's nipple. The poor captive girl screamed and released a stream of golden urine from between her pussy lips.

"No, ohhhh Mollie you dirty girl." Neil stood up and moved away while Mollie pissed herself colouring the sand between her thighs. Pete captured it all on film but Mollie could not stop. She needed to pee and her fear had triggered the reaction. After a short while the arc of urine slowed and then stopped as Mollie's bladder emptied. Neil shook his head and returned to her side.

"So, now for the crab fight, okay slut." The crabs touched Mollie's skin and she screamed as loud as she could, which was not very loud.

"You don't want this slut?"

"No, Master, please ... just give me water."

"Hmmm, water comes soon Moll, but if you want rid of the crabs then you need to beg me to shave your pussy."

"Please Master, please shave my ..."

"Go on slut say it."

"Please shave my pussy Master."

"Okay slut seeing as you asked so nicely I will, but first tell us both for the camera what a dirty slut you are for pissing yourself."

Mollie was beside herself now with a whole myriad of emotions, none of them positive.

"I ... I am a dirty ... s ... slut ..."

"Go on bitch."

"... for pissing myself ..."

"Ask me again to shave you." Mollie had fresh tears pouring down her face.

"So please ... M ... Master, please shave my ... pussy."

"There you go Pete, told you the slut would ask us nicely. Can you take these creatures back to the ocean and I'll get a razor. This is gonna make great TV bud!"

******

He wormed his forefinger below the hairs to trail it gently along the warm flesh of her slit, caressing the lips of her vagina and the moist fleshy groove that lay between. To his delight Neil heard Mollie moaning softly, and for a moment he imagined himself as her lover, preparing her willing body for a night of unbridled passion.

"Please Master, don't do this, leave me alone, I'm hurting enough!"

"Shut up slut, that's for me to decide."

Mollie groaned.

Neil held the brand new hard bristled shaving brush in his right hand.

"Fuck Neil, go on shave her." Pete was clearly quite excited by the thought of what Neil was about to do.

"Don't make the fucking camera wobble Pete," Neil joked before he poured a bucket of ocean salt water onto her crotch in order to cleanse Mollie of the residual sand that was still brownietered about her skin.

"Right bitch, here goes." Pete caught a delightful shot of the lovely Mollie as she screwed her eyes tight shut and held her breath. Then Neil commenced the task. He had not expected the brush and razor to cause Mollie so much discomfort, and her reaction surprised him. She squirmed on the sand, begging him with whispered pleading to stop what he was doing as he shaved away her pubic hair.

Mollie winced as her skin was nicked and a spot of red appeared but Neil was good at this and careful and he worked his way down from her mound, onto her slit and then underneath to make sure the passage to her ass was hair free also.

Neil worked diligently leaving her vagina as smooth as satin, and Pete captured every erotic moment. Mollie's pink slit now seemed even more tender and vulnerable; the image so exciting to Neil that he felt a strong urge to fuck her there and then. But he wasn't yet satisfied with his work. Wanting to clear her of every last piece of stubble he again set about his task.

Mollie groaned anew but she dare hardly breathe, her chest was tight with fear and nerves.

Pete continued to film as the brush pressed against Mollie's pussy, the bristles prodding her most sensitive flesh. Her delicate folds gave way before the unrelenting torment of the hard bristled brush and the fresh layer of white cream. It was stinging her now. A combination of this being her first time fully shaven, combined with the brush, razor and salt water caused a painful sensation like she had never before experienced in that region of her body. It seemed to spread from her groin to every vein and sinew of her helpless and now writhing form.

From her very dry throat there rose a strangled cry that continued until Neil eventually removed the brush from her bare mound and pussy folds. Only then did Mollie's screams and wails become sobs and whimpers. The poor girl's entire body shook uncontrollably as her senses reacted with horror to the burning pain in her intimate parts and the thought of what had been done to her.

Neil stood back and once again poured fresh salt water between Mollie's legs. She reacted as if someone had punched her in the stomach. The sensation took her breath away and she opened her mouth as if to cry out but could not.

"Fuck Neil, great job man. She looks so fucking smooth and so delicious."

Mollie heard how they were talking about her but she had almost stopped caring, so trapped did she feel. But there was something else, a feeling, a damp, moist feeling between her thighs. Oh fuck no, thought Mollie, don't let them see that they've made me wet!

But it was too late!

"Fuck Pete, look at this." Neil ran his finger down the entire length of poor Mollie's damp pussy lips. "She's soaking. Does slut like being treated this way?"

Mollie shook her head frantically, but inside she could not deny her reaction to being dominated by the boys.

"Let's fuck her," said Pete in a very matter-of-fact way.

"Please ... Master ... let me have some water."

"Let who have some water," Neil replied emphasizing the word 'who'.

"Please, let your slut have some water Master."

"Would you mind fetching me a glass of water for our fucktoy Pete? I'm gonna play with her some more."

As Pete made his way for the water Neil continued to stroke Mollie's pussy. She pulled at the ropes holding her widespread limbs. She was largely numb but she could feel his fingers as they set about making her even more wet.

"Does slut like this?"

By way of reply Mollie groaned and arched her body upwards as far as the ropes would allow. He opened her up and slipped two fingers into the poor Asian girl whilst continuing to stroke her clitoris with his thumb. Mollie fought his actions with every ounce of her will power but could not stop her body from reacting just the way the boys wanted it to.

"Fuck Neil, she's hot look at her man, writhing all over. Let's fuck her."

"Listen Pete we will only fuck her when she asks us to. No ****, only consensual."

"What? How will that ever happen?"

"Give me the water Pete."

Without stopping his ministrations Neil took the Water. He looked down at Mollie and saw how dry her mouth was.

"Do you want this?"

Mollie responded as if someone had offered her a million pounds. She nodded vigorously and then bucked as a third finger entered her body. Neil could sense how much she was nearing a climax. He tipped the cup and poured a drop of water onto Mollie's cheek.

The poor girl's eyes opened wide in horror as the cool wet water ran away from her mouth. Mollie's tongue darted out frantically trying to reach the drips but Neil was toying with her. Again the water was poured away from her mouth. He could see the myriad of emotions in Mollie's face. She was now breathing deeply and quickly as her orgasm got nearer but with tears in her eyes as she so desperately tried to taste the refreshing water.

"Want the water slut?"

Mollie nodded, "Y ... yes please Master."

He continued to finger fuck her.

"Want to cum slut?"

Again Mollie nodded, "Y ... yes, p ... please Master."

"Ok slut can have both if she begs to be fucked."

"Nice one pal," said Pete laughing.

Mollie shook her head.

"Suit yourself." Neil slowed his fingers down but did not stop, and once again dripped more water onto Mollie's face.

"Please, please, please!" Mollie was begging now.

"Slut needs to ask me to fuck her."

"Master, please fuck me, please."

"Sorry, slut, who is me?"

"Oh, Master please fuck your slut."

"That's better. So slut wants her Masters to fuck her does she?"

"Yes, Master. Water please ... ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" The orgasm was almost upon Mollie. Neil removed his fingers from the pliant folds of Mollie's pussy and showed Pete how wet they were. Then he propped her head up in his arms and fed her the cup of water.

Mollie gulped it down coughing and spluttering.

"Look at this body Pete, it's made for fucking!" Even though degraded to the level she has been Mollie was still shocked at the crude, wanton way in which Neil talked about her to Pete.

"No, don't do this please," the spread-eagled girl pleaded quietly.

But as she said this Mollie watched Neil stand and push his shorts down to the sand before kicking them off. She stared wide eyed at his cock, hard and ready for her. Mollie closed her eyes as she felt him kneel once more between her thighs. Shipwrecked, survivor contestant Mollie Wan-Chu realised that she was about to be ****d.

"No, don't......." she whispered once again, but to no avail as his cock was positioned at her wet slit, already soaking due to the finger fucking Neil had given to her. His entrance into her was smooth and easy. He taunted Mollie as he edged inside her.

"Are you ready for me Mollie, because I'm ready for you."

He slid the first inch of his penis into her pussy. Mollie bucked, arching her back. Pete watched in silence.

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she groaned, both from the invasion of her body and the pain of the sand rubbing against her skin. Despite the ministrations of his fingers Mollie was rapidly becoming dry beyond the opening of her lips and so Neil decided that he needed to help her. Moving his fingers downwards he began to rub her moistening Mollie once more.

"Ohhhhhh, please!" she begged not quite knowing what she was begging for. Did she want him to stop or was she now simply craving release?

Mollie bit her lip as she became unwittingly aroused. Despite her agony she began to writhe under him.

"Go on slut make me hot!" he mocked. As her juices began to flow he pushed himself in further, then further until she moaned as he impaled her fully.

"Hmmmm, at least slut has been used before Pete." Pete was too spellbound to reply. Mollie turned her head away from looking at Neil as he began to fuck her properly.

In, out, faster, slower he fucked her. His fingers still worked her clitoris and she groaned anew. He rode her harder and she cried out. Suddenly, the pent up desire, that the enslavement of his co-islander had created, was released. Neil's back arched and he slammed his cock into her. Mollie screamed as his hands twisted her breasts and his sperm filled her.

Spurt after spurt flowed deep into the bound Asian girl until Neil had fully emptied himself and collapsed on top of her. Mollie lay sobbing as he slowly stood up and allowed his limp cock to withdraw from her leaving a thick arc of semen connecting them.

She glanced up to see Neil pulling up his shorts. She could feel his juices running freely from her ravaged pussy.

"Thanks Mollie," he mocked, "Come on Pete, your turn." Mollie watched helpless as Pete removed his shorts, took his place between her spread legs and revealed his large, thick cock to her.

Kneeling down he reached up and undid her right wrist.

"What are you doing bro'?" asked Neil.

"I want to watch her play with herself." Pete released her wrist and took hold of her right hand. Placing it under his he moved it to her pussy. Under the guidance of his own fingers he began to encourage Mollie to stroke herself. So reluctant was she that, at first, he was powering the actions, through which frantic stimulation was being given to her ever stiffening clitoris.

But after a short while Mollie was overtaken by the strong feeling of need in her stomach and she became entranced by the motion and took the lead, introducing a finger into her own pussy folds. Pete continued to frig with her until Mollie accompanied the first finger with a second and became lost in her growing desire and ecstasy. His cock stood at the now very wet entrance to her slit. Inch by inch he slipped inside her. She gasped as she took his entire length.

With her eyes screwed tight shut, the feel of him inside her caused Mollie to concentrate on her own pussy and she rubbed it furiously. She began to squirm under him, as she became even more turned on.

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh no, no, no please," she moaned and moistened her dry lips with her tongue. He was ready to cum almost immediately but steadied his thrusts until he felt Mollie too was ready. Pete could sense her thigh muscles starting to flex and knew she was ready so he let go flooding her with his sperm.

"Ohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk I'm cumming!!" Mollie yelled, as her release came and she had a desperate orgasm, the like of which, despite her pain and suffering, she had never experienced before. Shaking her head from side to side she groaned with desire gyrating and writhing under him, oblivious to the pain her body still felt.

Both Mollie and Pete collapsed following their intense experience. Gently he pulled out of her leaving Mollie still bound on the sand, exhausted and almost ***.

Neil glanced down at the sand between their captive's legs.

"The slut's full of us pal, you can you see cum oozing out of her." Neil laughed; Pete smiled and went to check on the camera which he had left rolling throughout their gang **** of the poor bound Mollie.

"Let's untie her and throw her in the water, she's filthy and needs to be cleaned.

******

"Minutes later Mollie writhed in agony, curled up on the sand as the red began to flow through her body properly once more. Her ankles and wrists were burned from the rope.

"You'll have to make sure that you don't show the slut's rope burn marks on the film you send back Pete."

"Yeah I know, don't worry I can sort that."

"Fuck Pete I'm getting hard again man watching her roll about like that. Wanna fuck her some more?"

"No, bud we should get her relaxing bag and let her rest properly."

"Yeah Pete and we will, all in good time. But first I'm gonna fill her again."

Mollie heard him state his intention and tried to drag her ravaged body away in a pathetic attempt to escape him, but her evasive action was to no avail.

"Please don't hurt me," she said seriously as she looked into the uncaring eyes of her co-islander.

"Get on all fours," he demanded using his foot to push her around the sand.

The Asian student hesitated, but then placed her hands on the wet sand. Her thick, black mane fell to the sides of her lovely face and her pert breasts dangled enticingly from her chest. Her position was serving to continue Mollie's offense, nude and on her hands and knees. How had she ended up like this?

Pete watched in gaping wonder as Mollie, upon Neil's command, began to slowly crawl towards the rock upon which the island boy was now seated. He could see their sperm running down her thighs and a jolt of erotic sensation swept into his groin and through to his rock hard erection. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't. His eyes were fixed on the pink nipples that pointed downward to the floor from Mollie's tits as she made her way on her hands and knees towards Neil.

Despite having already been ****d twice, Mollie felt vulnerable once again giving in to his demand to crawl towards him. Her intense, slanting brown eyes met Neil's and she felt a wave of shame come over her combined with a tingle of desire which rose like a phoenix from the pit of her stomach. Was she really such a slut, she wondered? The glazed look in his eyes left no doubt that he considered her a plaything and nothing more.

She continued crawling towards him until she was within a few feet and he told her to stop.

Neil rose from the rock and approached the island girl who was becoming more enslaved by the minute. She flinched for no specific reamister as he approached and she lost sight of him as he moved behind her. She had never, ever felt so degraded before. She was clearly frightened, but she had to admit to herself that the anxiety had a sexual edge to it. What was he going to do?
She felt him straddle her and lean over to reach for the small but firm breasts that dangled beneath Mollie's body. His strong hands took the mounds and kneaded them - the warm, soft flesh spilled between his widespread fingers as he did so. Mollie hung her head, but felt her body begin to betray her. How could she respond to this vile young man, she wondered? But whether she desired it or not, her body quickly began to heat up to Neil's ministrations.

He cupped her soft breasts and massaged them for what seemed an eternity to Mollie. Instinctively, the young woman wanted to plead with the man to stop, but she knew it would be fruitless to do so. Instead she tried to bear the intimate caresses without showing any sign of pleasure. She glanced up to see Pete with his camera in one hand and his hardening cock in the other. Would this never end? Was she to be continually ****d by one boy after the other?

Mollie was completely still for a long time but finally she could take it no longer. Instantly, her head fell into a hanging position and she began to breathe heavily through the parted ripe lips of her mouth. As Neil worked her erect nipples, tugging, rubbing, kneading and massaging them, Mollie still did not move a muscle except her head which she shook occasionally, trying to escape the electric sensations shooting through her young body.

When he finally released the sensitive flesh, Mollie sorry released a sigh.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. Her sensitive, brown hued nipples now hung heavily towards the floor as she remained on her hands and knees.

Neil moved further down her Mollie's lithe young body. His hand rested on her shapely, soft ass, albeit only briefly, before he slid it down to her bottom and between her ass cheeks. Mollie's aroused body now responded of its own free will. She knew that he was going to seek out her vaginal opening and, for some inexplicable reamister Mollie arched her back to make the slit more accessible to the horrible boy. Was she doing it just so she could get it over with quickly? That's certainly what her mind told her but she wasn't so sure.

Neil stretched two fingers together and slid them between the wet again lips of Mollie's pussy. There was no resistance as he encountered her completely soaked folds of skin. As his hand finger-fucked his co-islander, his other hand alternated between rubbing her ass and her luscious thighs. He smiled as he realized that Mollie was beginning to push her arched ass back towards his invading fingers in an almost *** sign of surrender. When he realized that, he withdrew all but his fingertips from the girl's soaked pussy and watched as the shapely buttocks moved slowly backwards to re-insert his long fingers into her pussy.

"My slut is so fucking horny, and such a whore!"

No one had ever spoken to Mollie like that before.

Neil finger-fucked the young Asian student with really no thought of bringing her to orgasm. It was clear that he was doing it only for his own gratification. His two fingers did not even come close to being the size of a normal cock and Mollie was being driven insane as he probed and explored the smooth, wet walls of her tight vagina. Mollie arched her naked buttocks and squeezed the invading fingers with her pussy muscles but nothing seemed to offer her the ultimate relief.

As she remained on her hands and knees being thoroughly examined by Neil, she began to wonder how much longer she could take the probing. Her tight, young thighs were now spread open and there was no resistance being offered to his touch. Neil's rough fingers, crudely fingering her pussy, felt absurdly delicious to Mollie. If only he would bring her to orgasm! She didn't know how much longer she could be held at this peak without cumming. It seemed like it was forever!

Instead, to Mollie's disappointment, Neil completely withdrew his fingers from her slit. He left Mollie breathless with her breasts heaving from the deep fingering she had received. Neil walked around the young Asian and stood towering above her. His hands went to his shorts and as he braced himself with one hand on the top of her head he removed the khaki coloured pants.

Mollie watched as once again Neil's cock stood proud and erect and almost in her face. She was still breathing deeply and experiencing a heightened sense of arousal. Neil looked at the ripe, red lips of the beautiful girl before him. Her deep brown eyes were clearly anxious about what was to happen, but her beauty was not marred by her fear. He lowered his gaze and looked at Mollie down on the sand before him.

"Open your mouth," he said simply.

Mollie wanted to scream, but knew better than to do that given her position, the fact that she no access to food nor water and that they had so much dirty film of her now. She looked at the slender, but hard cock and whispered simply,

"Please Master, no!"

"Slut will never say no to her Masters, now open that mouth slut!"

Mollie felt a new tear spring from her eyes and then she opened her mouth, as he directed, revealing her pearly and straight white teeth.

Neil moved to put his cock between her lovely, red lips. He sighed, as his penis met the warm moisture of her mouth and tongue.

Mollie was disgusted by the thought of having a cock in her mouth. It seemed to smell a bit and her little, straight nose wrinkled when she breathed. But, she knew that she needed to give Neil what he desired and even though she was still on her hands and knees, she bobbed her head back and forth along his shaft, tonguing the fleshy round head as she sucked. Mollie was distraught at the thought of what she was doing, and on film too, and she found herself hoping that his enjoyment of her mouth would be short.

She was not prepared for what happened next, though, as Neil began to shake and stiffen and his cock began to spew hot, sour-milky liquid into her mouth. Mollie was surprised and revolted by Neil's quick ejaculation. Trying not to swallow his cum, she allowed Neil's spasms to continue into her mouth, but she held her mouth open so that his juices dripped down her chin and onto the sand beneath her.

Mollie looked up at Neil as he jerked and climaxed into her warm mouth. Mollie gagged but tried so hard to maintain her position as his eyes rolled back into his head and he seemed to be about to lose his balance as he spurted the last of his sticky seed between her lips. Pete was masturbating wildly, but had still had the presence of mind to set the camera on a nearby rock to film the action.

"Well done slut that was good."

Neil stepped back and fell onto his rock-seat, his cock still streaming cum, though now only in drips. After only a few seconds, he looked again at Mollie and smiled at the sight of his lovely Asian slut with cum dripping from her chin onto her breasts.

"Come here slut," he motioned that she should crawl between his legs.

Mollie had expected his penis to be completely flaccid, and yet he was still semi-erect. It was still extremely red from the sucking that she had given it.

"Clean it," he said.

Mollie was so repulsed that she was almost sick.

"Please Neil no."

"Pete, send the fucking films, I've had enough of this worthless bitch, and it's Master when you talk to me!"

"No, okay, okay I'll do it ... Master."

Mollie rose to her knees and moved the few feet that stood between them. She was now committed to sucking his used cock clean no matter how unsavory it would be, just to avoid Neil's threats.

Mollie took the his semi-erect cock in her soft hands and without further thought opened her mouth and took the tool once more between her lips. She felt Neil's hands touch her bare shoulders as her head again bobbed towards his groin, sucking and licking the final drops of sperm from his shaft.

Then he was done and he pushed her away.

"Come on Pete let's throw this bitch in the sea, she needs to clean her filthy body for us."

"No please Master," Mollie had remembered how Neil wanted her to address him, "your slut will go of her own free will. She also wants to be clean."

Mollie stood for the first time since she had been tied spread-eagled all those hours ago and she was very unsteady. But gradually her natural balance returned and she wobred into the ocean while Pete and Neil disappeared to leave her to it.

It was good for her to have some freedom from them. She was exhausted and needed to relax. Mollie so hoped that they would let her. The water was quite warm as the early sun had turned into a midday heat and maybe even slightly beyond and it felt good to wash away everything from the past hours since she had been bound -- fuck, they had spread her so wide that her thigh muscles still ached. Then they had shaved her and ****d her and she had been powerd to blow Neil.

These thoughts should have repulsed her, and in many ways they did. But she was still feeling a little horny from Neil's fingers just a short while ago and Mollie was ashamed to admit that the whole submissive thing was turning her on. Of course she abhorred the **** of her body -- but did she really? The orgasm with Pete had undoubtedly been the best she had ever experienced. Fuck, this was so confusing.

"Come out now slut." Neil and Pete, with his camera, stood at the water's edge.

"Use this to get dried." Neil handed her a big fluffy towel, which felt so good. "And put these on." She was also given a pair of bikini bottoms, the briefest pair she had, almost thong like but not quite. They were white with a small red dot pattern. At least she was to be allowed some clothing.

"We need to let her relax Neil."

"Go on slut go relax. When slut wakes later she will come to me and offer herself as my slave, understand."

Mollie was so grateful to be allowed some proper rest that she looked down at the sand and said simply, "Yes Master, thank you Master."

******

By the time Mollie woke it was starting to get dark. She had slept for hours and knew that her body clock would now be totally confused again. It took a few minutes for Mollie to focus in on where she was and what had been done to her but when she did the young student was disturbingly surprised to find that she was wet underneath her bikini pants. What was happening to her?

Mollie still ached but felt better for what had clearly been many hours of relax. Then she remembered what Neil had commanded of her. She got of her relaxing bag and stretched off her young, lithe and now ravaged body. Then she set off in the direction of the sounds she could hear and the fire she could see.

Mollie only wore her bikini bottoms but she felt comfortable in that state, as if baring her breasts to these guys was fine and the normal thing to do. Again, it was so confusing. She could see that Pete and Neil had built a fire and were roasting some food over it. Suddenly Mollie felt so hungry.

"Master your slave is here."

Neil looked up and saw his Asian beauty standing demurely before him. But he wanted more than 'demure'.

"Hands on head slut." Mollie obeyed.

"Good girl. Now sit and eat with us."

Pete was filming, as always.

She sat as instructed. "Okay slut take your hands down and eat."

Mollie was almost happy as she sat down and started to tuck into some rice and roasted vegetables, and there was as much water as she could possibly take. While they were eating Neil gave Mollie some bamboo sticks and a pile of large, thick leaves.

"Here slave, cover these sticks with the leaves and then tie them with the rope, we have some building to do."

Mollie looked round and saw that the boys, or maybe just Neil, had built several more small structures and the island was looking more inhabited than it had done earlier that day, when she was being ... used by Neil. They were obviously now building something else and she could already see a partial frame structure laying on the sand by the fire.

For an hour or so they sat, and while they ate, Neil and Mollie continued to create bamboo sticks covered with soft leaves. Mollie couldn't see what they would be used for but was sure that Neil had it in hand.

"Okay slut, give me your sticks."

Mollie watched as Neil created a frame based upon a rough drawing that he had made.

"Did slut relax well?"

"Erm, yes Master she did." Mollie replied and could not believe how naturally she slipped into slave speak.

"Okay good, because tonight slut will again be tied for our pleasure."

Fuck, had she been building her own instrument of ***?

"Oh no please Master, no don't tie me again. Please, it's so scary there are all sorts of noises and creatures and ..."

"Shut up fucktoy. Sluts do as they are told. Come here."

Mollie stood and approached Neil.

"Give me your bikini."

Mollie hooked her fingers into the bikini bottoms and slipped then off. She handed them to Neil and stood before him naked, her pussy bare and shaved, looking sexier than she ever had before. Her tanned body was highlighted by the flames of the fire as they licked around the cooler night air. Mollie shivered as fear began to eat away at her again.

"Master, please don't hurt your slut again. As your slave she will be pleased to relax with you in your relaxing bag and service your desires but do not leave her tied on the beach again, please."

"Hmmm slut begs so deliciously but she will do as I say and that's the end of it."

Mollie was now becoming more subservient by the second. She knew that she was totally under the power of Neil and Pete; they had reams of footage of her now and they also controlled access to her clothes, her food and her take. But none the less Mollie could not escape the fact that she felt turned on by her situation.

"Sit here slave. Watch and wait."

The naked Mollie sat as ordered and watched while the bamboo frame was roped and nailed to four wooden posts which had been earlier sawed into shape by the boys and then secured into the sand at the water's edge, which was about four feet away from the fire. She could tell what was going to happen.

"Come here slut."

Mollie obeyed and walked over to Neil. Pete filmed every delicious move of her nude body. The bamboo sticks which had been covered were very thick, about 2 inches in diameter and so once the frame had been placed upon the wooden posts, making it parallel to the beach, the whole structure was quite sturdy, especially for someone of Mollie's delicate frame.

Mollie looked down and could see that the ocean tide was till coming in. It was clear that by the time Neil left, the frame would effectively be in the water and the fire would be consumed. This fact scared Mollie even more to know that she would be tied on a frame which was in the ocean, even though the water at that point would not be very deep. And it would be so cold Mollie was scared that if they did leave her in this manner she might even perish!

The frame itself was not designed for comfort and was clearly going to take some time to secure Mollie in the way that Neil wanted. Essentially the structure was a rectangle which catered for once again fastening Mollie's wrists and ankles via a rope tie to each corner. There were two more covered bamboo rods across the middle to stop Mollie's body from hanging down through middle of the frame. The hard, almost impossible bit was that the top of the frame was designed to stretch across Mollie's shoulders and upper back leaving her neck and head unsupported to hang free from the top of the frame. The poor girl-islander had not yet realised this.

"Sit in the middle of the frame slut," ordered Neil. Mollie tried one last pleading look to no avail. Once she was on the frame and in a sitting position, Neil took Mollie's ankles and fastened them to the corner. Mollie looked scared but could do nothing to stop them. She was then pushed backwards so that she fell onto the frame and her arms were taken out wide and tied in a manner similar to her wrists. It was then that the full horror of her position struck home.

"Noooooo, you can't leave me like this!"

Mollie screamed loudly as her head fell backwards over the top edge of the bamboo frame. Her neck immediately began to ache so how several hours in this position would make her feel was unimaginable. But they hadn't finished.

"Bring me the 'O' gag Pete."

Neil was handed a small shaped object with a ribbon tied off from either side. It was made from a circle of intertwined small twigs wrapped copiously with soft leaves. Under protest Mollie's mouth was opened and the gag positioned behind her teeth before being secured via the ribbons behind her head. The poor girl groaned and mewed, but try as she might Mollie could not break the gag by closing her mouth together. The small frame was almost solid.

"Go on then Pete, you first."

Pete handed the camera to Neil before flipping his erection out of his shorts. He positioned his groin at Mollie's head. The bound islander shook wildly but she was able to go nowhere. Pete started to masturbate. Mollie screwed her eyes shut. It took the horny guy next to no time at all before his shaft was shining and slick and he was ready to cum. Taking her head in one hand Pete positioned Mollie's mouth slightly to the side and in such a way that his cock pulsed once then twice before shooting jet after jet through the twig and leaf 'O' gag and deep into her throat.

"Fuck yeahhhhhhh!"

Mollie gagged and spluttered as he milked himself into her mouth.

"Shit bud that was so good."

Neil laughed before taking his own position. He had already started masturbating at the sight of what Pete was doing to Mollie, and now he too was almost ready to cum. He looked down and saw Mollie's, now open, pleading brown eyes and the rivulets of Pete's sperms caught on the 'O' gag and running down her face. She was trying to shake her head and stop cum from running up her nose. Then Pete groaned.

"Oh you fucking slut," he moaned at Mollie as his shaft twitched once then twice and he emptied his seed into her mouth, through the gag and down her throat. Unfortunately for poor Mollie the position of her head meant that globules of cum stayed around her mouth and stuck to her gums. The experience was horrible enough without this aspect too. He squeezed the last drop into the mouth of the bound Asian who started back at him through watery, glazed eyes.

"Woah man, look at her full of cum Pete. It's dripping down her face bud, she looks great."

Mollie's head shook slowly. The sperm tasted sweet and sour at the same time but mostly salty. It was not awful but her position made the experience almost unbearable.

She wanted to cry out 'Please, please let me go,' but she could make only unintelligible moans.

"So Pete let's get her ready for the night eh?"

Mollie's eyes opened wide -- what else were they going to do to her? Wasn't the position she was in enough for them?

Neil had briefly disappeared but returned quickly with a blanket. He opened it up and showed Mollie what they had done. The poor girl was nearly sick. Inside the blanket he had stitched the most vicious looking thorn branches Mollie had ever seen. Each branch was covered in pin sharp needles, some as long as 2 inches. Mollie struggled wildly, but, as always, to no avail.

"Here Pete take this."

The boys moved to either side of the bound Mollie and then opened the blanket out over her before lowering it down over her body.

"We don't want slut getting cold now, do we." Neil laughed sadistically.

Mollie screamed into the gag as she felt the thorns prick at her skin, and they pricked everywhere. She felt them on her breasts, she felt them scratching at her stomach, her thighs, her legs and her groin. Mollie could even feel thorns pricking away at the folds of her pussy. Fuck it was agony. Neil had thought this one through and so any intended discomfort he had in mind for his slave was being realized ten fold!
"Let's fasten it down Pete."

"Ngggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!" yelled Mollie, which under the gag was her screaming 'Noooooooooooooooooo'. The boys had secured rope to either edge of the blanket and now proceeded to tie it to the bamboo frame. Of course this would ensure that Mollie's covering did not blow off during the night but it also pressed the thorns into her flesh even more painfully.

"Hmmmm, there we go."

Mollie turned to look at Neil and with her wide brown terror filled eyes she pleaded and begged. Right now she would have done anything to get them to remove her from this position, but she was their slave, their slut ... their fucktoy, and so it was their choice as to where she slept. Mollie hated that thought but as the gradual moistening of her pussy, despite her predicament, reminded her, she did not hate it quite as much as she ought to.

"But you will help me won't you, please? It's awful, you know, what you have been doing to me, unthinkable really. So please help me Pete." Mollie reached up and touched his cheek and as she did so the sheet slipped away to reveal her naked right breast which Pete couldn't help but ogle.

"I will Mollie, just give me time to think."

******

Neil watched from his relaxing bag as the shadowy forms of Pete and Mollie walked past him on the dark beach. He smiled to himself and was grateful that he had seen this and so could plan his next move. It was obvious that Pete had freed Mollie and probably enjoyed her for himself for a while, and had now come to some sort of understanding with her. They must be intent on deceiving him somehow otherwise why would Pete have bothered to return Mollie to the bamboo rack if not to make Neil think all was still as they had left it the night before.

Neil smiled to himself as he watched Pete's shadow refasten Mollie to the rack. He heard her cry out again and Pete attempt to shush her. Incredibly he thought he saw Pete kiss her lightly – was his co-dominant falling for Mollie, if so then Neil could have a bigger problem than he thought.

******

Once back on the rack the bound Mollie began to hallucinate again. The position of her body and the mental games being played out in her mind were driving her to distraction. It was still dark and she could hear the ocean waves and feel the breeze on her body, especially the naked underside. She was so grateful to Pete, even though he had used her for himself, and she hoped that he would come up with a plan for making her situation better. With Pete barely gone Mollie sensed a new shadow by her side.

"So bitch, you're playing little games with Pete are you?"

"Huh, no ... what ... we weren't doing anything, he just wanted me for himself, I hated it in fact being back on here is better than what he did to me Neil ... Master, honest!"

"Well now I can see that's not quite true because if he was really keen on making you suffer he would have fastened this much tighter."

Neil took the blanket of thorns and pulled it tight again over the front of Mollie's naked body."

"Oh fuckkkkkkkkk!" she yelled. Fortunately the sounds of the ocean and the breezes drowned out the sounds of Mollie's suffering and so Neil knew that Pete would hear nothing.

"Ok slut, you need to be punished more."

"No please what ..."

But Neil had left her and made his way back to the beach. He soon returned. Mollie held her breath as she felt something heavy placed on top of the blanket over her stomach pushing the thorns into her skin. Then a second object and a third and fourth.

"Oh please take them off Master, ouuuuuuuuchhhhhhhhh, fuck!!"

Neil was placing large, very large, pebbles onto the blanket covering Mollie's body and he knew just what the effect would be. Mollie screamed deliciously into the wind and the ocean.

"Mmmm that's better," Neil commented as he looked down into his captive's agony filled face. He could see her better now and knew that it would soon be light and he would need then to be a step ahead of Pete. He hoped Pete's night time exertions with the lovely Mollie would leave him relaxing late and so he took the chance to have a little more fun with the bound girl racked before him.

Moving to the blanket he shifted the pebbles he had placed on her thighs and over her mound and added them to the weight on her upper body. Free of that burden, the blanket could be pulled up and away from Mollie's body. Neil smiled as he saw how the thorns were being pulled free from her skins leaving scratched and red droplets behind. Mollie just groaned.

Neil now had her spread thighs and exposed pussy available for his pleasure.

"Please, no." Mollie begged quietly and simply.

"Your Master is now going to fuck you." Neil answered simply.

Straining her unsupported neck to see what he was doing, Mollie stared in further agonized disbelief as she felt his fingers move between her thighs and then slowly draw the lips of flesh apart. She shook her head.

"Nnooo ... nghh..."

"Doesn't this little islander want to make her Master happy?"

"Nnhh ... pleeeeease no."

Mollie shook her head as one fingertip moved slowly across the soft slit of her pussy, then his whole hand was opening her, calmly invading her body, peeling the folds away to expose her for the fingers of his other hand.

"Nnngh... nhh... uhh..."

Several digits together were worming their way into her, powering her wide, then stroking. Mollie to her shame felt herself nearing orgasm.

"Wow slut you are very wet. Enjoying this too much aren't you!"

Mollie grunted as his fingers withdrew from her pussy.

Neil reached down and scooped up handfuls of sea water before pouring it over her thorn-scratched thighs and mound. The salt stung poor Mollie and she screamed anew.

Then his fingers went to work again. Mollie felt one hand under her ass, stroking over the rose of her anus, and the other focused on making her pliant and open. Mollie grunted as the invading finger was screwed around the opening to her sphincter until it softened and yielded. When a fingertip slid a little way inside her bottom Mollie bucked and writhed as far as her bondage would allow.

"You like that slut, perhaps I should give you something a little more substantial to enjoy?"

Neil left her alone for a moment or two before quickly returning to his position.

"Ever tried one of these, slut?" he asked.

Mollie lifted her head, morbidly intrigued to see what he had brought. She saw him wielding a cucumber, long and hard, a wicked grin on his face as he stroked the vegetable along the length of her now very moist pussy. Mollie groaned and Neil became even more erect. How he loved having the lovely Mollie as his plaything.

He began to use the cucumber to open her slit up and Mollie gazed up at him, eyes wide with alarm and she shook her head begging Neil not to.

"Mollie, Mollie," he taunted, "just lie still and enjoy the feeling."

"Uhhh..."

"Hush slut, just enjoy it."

"Nnnhh!"

"A little more lubrication I think. Let's try again."

Mollie felt Neil's fingers rubbing her clitoris, as his other hand moved away from her ass.

"Nnhh..."

He pushed the cucumber forward into her pussy again ... penetrating, invading and filling.

"Let it all in, there's a good girl."

"Nnhh!"

Mollie so wanted to close her legs but the rope ties held her spread as she felt the hard, cold vegetable being pushed inside her body, her pussy being powerd wider to accommodate it's thickening shape.

"Uhh ... fuckkkkkkk" It was now embedded fully 8 inches inside her. Mollie bucked, the sensation almost making her fetish.

"There, how does that feel Mollie?"

Mollie painfully angled her aching neck once more to see Neil looking down at her, a cruel smile on his face.
"Please ..." she muttered weakly as her groin sorry moved under the feel of the make shift dildo.

Mollie pulled against the ropes as Neil began to screw the cucumber round and round inside her body..

"Now then Mollie my little slut, it's time to play." He moved the cucumber around more quickly with one hand screwing poor Mollie hard, and with the other he rubbed and flicked at her clitoris.

"Is that feeling good?" Neil taunted.

"Nnngh!" Mollie was incoherent as she shook her head, certain she couldn't take anymore.

"Come on now Mollie, just relax..."

Mollie grunted as his fingertip stroked her now erect, red filled clitoris.

"So moist, so fucking wet. You're enjoying this aren't you slut?" mocked Neil as he continued to rub his fingertip against Mollie's clit.

"Nnnhh... uuhh... uhh..."

The cucumber and Neil's attentions were driving her wild and Mollie knew she was going to cum quickly.

"Is that good?"

"Mmmh..."

His movement of both the vegetable and his fingers intensified and Mollie screwing her eyes shut, cried out with abandon as she climaxed. She was shuddering in the aftermath of her orgasm with the cucumber still deep inside her when Neil walked around the top of the bamboo rack and lifted her head by her hair. He looked down at her trembling body and he knew that she had more left inside her.

"You enjoyed that, like some more?"

Mollie gazed up at her captor, her body awash with the afterglow of her bondage induced ecstasy.

"Nnghh!"

Neil moved back to her thighs and pushed the cucumber even further inside Mollie. Now she really couldn't take any more and she jerked her arms and legs against the ropes that held her down in a frantic, but pointless, bid to evade what she could not avoid.

Neil watched her expression with interest for a few moments then he smiled and once again applied his efforts of stimulation to her clitoris and to the sensitive area just inside the hooded piece of flesh.

"Nnnhh ... noooooooohhhhhhhhhhh"

His stroking intensified and Mollie lasted for maybe a minute before her second orgasm shook her.

"Uuhh ... uuhh ... fuckkkkkkkkkk yesssssssssssssss."

This was the real one and Mollie raised her entire body upwards and off the rack as the shuddering climax raced through her. So intense and violent was her reaction that the supposed firm bamboo rack collapsed and Mollie's ecstasy was cut short as she fell into the ocean, the bamboo poles still tied to her wrists and ankles.

Neil broke into fits of laughter as he hauled the humiliated and exhausted Mollie back onto the beach.

It was now time to prepare for Pete's appearance.

The Island Day 4

Pete had not really slept since returning Mollie to the rack. She was constantly on his mind and he knew in his heart that he shouldn't have used her during the night and he certainly shouldn't have returned her to her bondage, he should just have kept her in his room and saved her from Neil's predatory domination. Still, he would put that right now. He had all of the film and photographs and without them Neil's hold over Mollie was reduced to physical power and he could help in that department too.

Neil, dressed and made his way towards the ocean. He was smiling both inside and out because today was the day that he would save Mollie and she would like him for it he was sure. He made his way towards the small, shallow pool near to the hut and splashed himself with water before making his way down to the main beach.

As he got nearer to the small camp and the place where Mollie had been racked he couldn't see anything. No sign of Neil or Mollie, what the fuck was going on. Pete began to get nervous, where were they? He reached the spot where the bamboo frame had been and saw the ruins of it floating around the frame's legs that still held tight in the ocean bed.

"Shit, Mollie ..." where was she, where was Neil ... what had he done? Pete moved onto the sand and saw the remains of the broken frame and his mind went into overdrive thinking about what Neil might have done to his lovely Mollie.

"Neil, you bastard, where are you?" He yelled in an attempt to entice his co-islander out of hiding. One thing was for sure, he hadn't left Potoma so they both had to be around somewhere. Pete wandered off past the camp area and out towards the lagoon pond with the waterfall. Thinking about that reminded him of Mollie showering on that first day, before any of this had happened, and it made him feel sick when he thought of what they had done with her since. He had to find them otherwise who knows where Neil would stop.

******

"Come on slut," Neil was pulling Mollie by his belt. He had punctured a new hole in the leather so that he could fasten it tightly around Mollie's throat like a makeshift collar which left him about 18 inches of belt to pull her with. Her elbows had been secured agonizingly positioned up her back and tied with rope at the wrist. The rope had then been fastened to the collar which meant that Mollie's wrists were being held in place at a point between her shoulder blades, by virtue of the fact that she was pulling against her own collar. Ingeniously wicked such that the poor girl had to power her own arms high up her back or face pulling the 'collar' tighter around her own throat.

"Quickly bitch," he had her naked still and, after stuffing a pair of her panties into her mouth, he had taped it shut. He needed to do this as he was sitting just a few yards from Pete's hut, waiting for him to leave. As soon as Pete made his exit Neil dragged the distraught Mollie behind him and into the hut. Once inside he needed to concentrate so he rope tied Mollie's ankles together and left her in an exhausted heap on the floor. Mollie was back in the place where Neil had used her earlier and her ordeal had left Mollie so exhausted that even if her ankles had been left untied, she did not have the energy to attempt escape.

"Stay there slut, and let me concentrate." Neil had found a memory stick lying on Pete's PC desk and was already copying video and photos of Mollie onto it. He knew that if Pete was 'against him' he would need this to retain his hold over Mollie. It still didn't answer the question however about what he was going to do about Pete's obvious change of heart.

******

"Pete, come up here."

Pete turned quickly to face the voice and looking up he saw Neil standing on top of the short incline leading to his hut. Pete had been looking for them for what seemed like ages and he was soaked through with the sweat of his labours.

"Fuck Neil, what're you doing? Where's Mollie?"
By the time Pete had climbed the short, but uphill, distance to his hut Neil had disappeared back inside. Pete stood cautiously poised to open the wooden door. He was concerned as to what he might find. He could hear nothing, but then on top of this small hill the ocean and the breeze drowned out a lot of the noise. He twisted the handle and pushed. The room opened up in front of him. The scene grabbed him by the throat and he gasped.

Neil was sitting on a chair at the desk in front of the computer. Mollie was ... well Mollie was ... beautiful. Perversely that was the first thought that Pete had, despite the position Mollie was in. As his mind began to focus he saw Mollie more clearly. She was kneeling on the wooden floor with her arms stretched high above her head. Her wrists were tied tightly with rope connected to the thick roof rafters and her body was stretched in the most delicious manner. Each erect nipple sported a clothes peg, viciously closed around the hard teat. She looked forlorn making muffled sounds under her heavily taped mouth.

Before Pete could speak Neil sprung up and stood behind the kneeling Mollie. Reaching down he pinched her nose tight shut. Suddenly Mollie could not breathe. Her head shook but Neil held her tightly.

"Neil what the fuck are you doing, let her go."

"You pussy Pete, you've spoiled our little game with your night time trysts, you and our little captive here. So now it's just me against both of you and I will stop her breathing for as long as I like you stupid bastard."

Pete was dumbstruck. He considered rushing Neil to take him out, but Neil was athletic and powerful and on his guard. Pete could not be sure that would work. He saw Mollie's struggles getting less frantic and noticed how her eyes began to roll upwards.

"Please stop Neil, please."

"Hmmmm, okay Pete ..." he released Mollie's nose and she sniffed in large gulps of air desperately.

"So what will you do to stop me doing that to Mollie again?"

"Neil please, just leave her ..."

"What will you do Pete?"

"Anything Neil, just don't hurt her anymore."

"Ok Pete, get naked."

"What!!"

"You heard me," and with that Neil pinched Mollie's nose again.

"Okay, okay."

Neil retained his grip on Mollie's nasal passage as Pete pulled his T shirt up and over his head and wound his shorts down. After kicking off his flip flops he stood naked. Embarrassingly for Pete his cock was somewhat aroused and not flaccid by any means.

"Tut tut, you see Moll, he pretends to want to save you but look at him getting hard. So stud, make yourself properly hard for your little Mollie."

"Come on please Neil," Pete begged.

"Do it!" Once again Mollie was beginning to suffer and Pete had no idea just how far the boy islander would go.

"Okay, okay."

As Pete's hand circled his cock and gripped, Neil released Mollie's nose making her sniff in air frantically once more.

Pete moved his foreskin back and forth in front of his audience whilst Neil took pictures for posterity! Despite the hardening of his cock Pete tried to remain passive but his natural emotions powerd him to emit a soft moan has the movements of his shaft became slicker.

"Okay stop." Pete did as he was asked leaving his pulsing organ thrusting, erect and hard.

"Ok buddy, you see that rope hanging over the rafters ..."

Pete looked up and saw another rope the same as the one holding Mollie, except this one already had 2 loops in the end with large pre-tied suturing style knots.

"Put your wrists into the loops Pete," Neil said pinching Mollie's nose for a third time. Pete, traumatized by his own situation and compounded by what Neil was doing to Mollie, did as he was ordered. Neil then pulled on the end of the rope which secured the sutured knots around Pete's wrists and at the same time stretched his arms high above his head.

Letting go of Mollie's nose, Neil left the hapless girl desperately seeking air, whilst her took the loose end of Pete's rope and pulled it hard. Pete was powerd to stand on his tip toes and shuffle nearer to Mollie until he stood only inches away from the kneeling student, his cock protruding uncomfortable near to Mollie's face. Neil then tied the end of the rope around Mollie's neck -- ingenious!

"Fuck Neil, don't do that please!"

Neil laughed, "You're just gonna have to keep as still as you can Pete aren't you, unless you want to strangle your darling Mollie, ha ha ha!"

Mollie grunted in agony as the rope closed around her slim neck and Pete teetered on his tip toes trying in desperation to minimize his movement. Neil had trapped them both good and proper and he was taking pictures and video to add to his collection of incriminating evidence.

"So this is nice isn't it guys?" Neil stated with mock sincerity. Mollie's eyes darted left and right, up and down ... anywhere to avoid the burgeoning erection that was only inches away from her tape covered mouth.

"You see if Pete moves his hands then this happens," Pete pulled on the rope end fastened around Mollie's neck and Mollie began to rise up off her knees. The rope was not fastened tightly, so not really designed to strangle her, but it was too close a fit to slip off over her head and so it did, very effectively, pull her upwards in an uncomfortable manner. Hollie moaned and Neil let the rope go.

"Consider yourself truly collared Mollie," Neil mocked.

"Okay, guys time for some fun." Neil laughed to himself and took more photos. He returned to the computer and connected the camera.

"What are you doing Neil?" Pete questioned. Neil turned the keyboard and screen to face the bound male.

"Protecting myself," Neil smiled. "You can see that all of this video and photo stuff is now on this memory stick," he held the stick up to show them, " and the best bits I have sent onto my permisteral email address and so I have copies for use should either of you piss me off. Clever eh?"

Pete knew that he and Mollie were highly compromised.

"But what will you do when the end of week 1 comes around and I have to send footage back to the mainland? We only have one more day before then y'know."

"I haven't thought that far yet buddy, but I'll think of something."

"Please, Neil, don't do this!"

Neil got up from his seat and moved to Pete. He stared him in the eye creating a threatening tension and then he moved his fist quickly and smacked Pete across the jaw. Pete reeled backwards pulling on the rope and dragging poor Mollie upwards by her rope collar.

Pete groaned as a trickle of red slipped from his mouth and Mollie cried out, the sound muffled against the tape binding her mouth. Neil laughed. Both his captives were now standing and had moved further apart.

"Stay like this my slaves," Neil ordered. He moved to Pete first.

"Ever been wanked off Pete ... by a guy?"

"No, no please no." Neil's hand moved to Pete's erection and made as if to touch it, stopping just millimeters short. Pete jerked his body further back and once more pulled on Mollie's neck rope. Neil laughed loudly and turned to Mollie.

"Did you like that show my little Asian slut?"

Mollie looked impassively through him. He slapped her.

"Well, did you cunt!" he shouted now.

Mollie nodded.

"Look Pete how hard these little buttons are."

Pete reached out to Mollie's naked, erect nipples and twisted each one pulling on the clothes-peg until Mollie screwed her eyes shut and made muffled protests for him to stop. New tears sprung from her eyes as he pulled the pegs away from her body extending her nipples to an unnatural length, before ripping them off her small breasts.

"How I wish I could pierce these for you Moll, you could wear my rings then!"

He kicked her thighs apart and cupped her shaven mound. Mollie took a sharp intake of breath as her stroked her slit.

"You will need shaving again soon slut, but for now let's feel you getting wet."

He began to stroke her, slipping his finger inside her moistening entrance. Mollie's natural reactions tried to power her legs closed, but Neil's incessant finger kept rubbing her. Mollie so wanted to fight him but after a short time she began moving her hips, and then her thighs parted giving him better access to her pussy. Neil took advantage of her movements and really attacked her clit, causing Mollie to moan and move her lower body even more frantically. The Asian captive was now bucking hard and clearly ready to climax when Neil pulled his hand away. Mollie gasped under the tape binding her mouth, her hips still moving in a fucking motion searching for the missing finger.

"Look at her Pete, what a slut! And look at you!"

Neil looked down at Pete's hard on which was now pulsing even more erect. Neil moved to Pete and once more reached down towards his cock. Pete recoiled again shaking his head. Neil held his fingers up to Pete's face.

"Look at the lovely Mollie's juices Pete, don't you want these coating your dick eh?"

Pete shook his head again, "not if you're doing the coating."

"Shut it Pete." Again Neil punched him, this time knocking him off his feet. Pete fell over and pulled the rope holding his wrists which of course then wrenched Mollie's neck pulling her to the very tips of her toes.

"Oh, I like that position. " Neil looked at Pete sprawled on the ground and Mollie with her body stretched to its maximum length. Pete's nose now also trickled red.

"Please Neil stop this, stop it now. You're mad!"

Mollie writhed trying to control the rope as it became tighter the more her body moved upwards.

"Okay Pete," Neil spoke ignoring Pete's comments, "I want you to ask me nicely to wank you off."

"Eh, no chance!"

Neil laughed and moved to pick up a length of springy but hard bamboo.

"Okay the slut gets 5 lashes of this, and then I will ask you again Pete."

Pete was aghast as Mollie shook her head frantically.

"And she gets them across her front."

Mollie mewed her protest and shook her head splaying her long black hair about wildly.

"Neil stop, please stop."

"Shut it Pete. She gets 5 strokes then you get another chance to save her."

Neil took a position facing Mollie. He looked into her eyes, which were squeezed tightly closed, and took aim. The bamboo rod flashed quickly through the air and the hard stroke lashed full across her belly.

Neil was using as much power as he could manage; loving the feeling of vulgar power it gave him to whip his squealing slut without reserve. The next stroke was slightly lower, catching the top of Mollie's mound. Neil thought she was going to pee herself as her muscles contracted in an attempted defence to the stroke, but the bound girl did not.

Mollie could not understand why her stomach and abdomen were not torn open and reding. The pain seemed so great, and Neil slashed the bamboo rod over her breasts, marking her flesh and her nipple, seemingly lost in a sort of sexual frenzy. Even though she was not cut, the front of Mollie's body was becoming discoloured with angry looking stripes of glowing red. She was screaming under the gag, terrified half out of her mind, convinced that Neil was going to beat her to death in one continuous orgy of lust.

Then he stopped and turned once more to the prostrate Pete.

"Well?"

"Okay, okay Neil please will you wank me off, just leave Mollie alone," Pete made to get up in an attempt to relieve Mollie of the neck rope. Neil allowed him to do this but then said,

"Ask me again buddy, I want it on camera." Pete was mortified, but despite his predicament, his cock was still harder than he could ever remember it being before so when he looked into Neil's camera and once again asked Neil to give him a hand job, it looked convincing.

"Okay Pete let's get you turned on then!" Neil laughed. Pete watched as Neil brought a small wooden table, which was just the right height, and made Pete flip his erection so that it was laying flat against the surface of the table.

"Good looking cock Pete," Neil commented letting his fingers walk around the hardened length of Pete's flesh. The bound guy's breathing was becoming deeper as he anticipated what he was about to experience. However, he was not expecting what happened next.

Neil once more took up the bamboo cane he had just whipped Mollie with and began to stroke it along Pete's cock. Pete recoiled in horror.

"Fuck me, mate, no you can't ..."

But Neil did, and so with a hefty flick of his wrist he brought the bamboo rod swishing down across the width of Pete's cock.

"Ohhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Pete yelled as a red line now spanned his erection. Neil turned to look at Mollie, and her eyes were wide open in disbelief.

"Again, Pete?"

"No, no please," Pete's body was shaking. But once more Neil lashed the bamboo down onto his bound co-islander's erection.

"Look Mollie, he's getting harder." And it was true that despite the pain Pete was becoming more stimulated.

"Okay let's try something else."

Neil reached out and grabbed a large white candle that Pete kept in his hut. The bound male captive watched as the candle wick was lit and held over his hard on. He watched the wax drip onto him as if in slow motion until the hot wax scorched his foreskin, then he groaned. Drop after drop of hot, scolding wax fell onto Pete's cock and each time it did his climax felt that much nearer.

"Fuck Neil please stop, I'm gonna ..."

"I know you are pal, but hold on there don't spurt just yet."

Neil took a small piece of white material from his pocket and opened it out to reveal a brief pair of Mollie's cotton panties. He moved to Pete and, with the panties in his right hand he used them to handle Pete's cock. As soon as the material touched him Pete thrust his hips forward.

"Shit man, you really are close aren't you?"

Pete remained silent and, looking away from Neil and Mollie, he tried to think of something entirely non sexual. But the panties were wound round his penis now and Pete felt strong fingers moving his foreskin back and forth. He groaned as Neil made sure that the entire cock was covered in material and then he masturbated Pete harder.

"Ohhhh cuckolds brownietttttttt!!!"

Pete came in one long embarrassing, humiliating climax. His wax covered, beaten cock released jet after thick jet of sperm into Mollie's panties as he thrust his entire bound body forward.

"Oh yeah man, go on let it all go," Neil laughed. Pete's body came to rest and Neil carefully removed the cum filled panties leaving the weakening erection to drip its final release onto the table top.

Pete hung limp in his bonds and unwittingly pulled on the rope around Mollie's neck. She squealed and Pete altered his position for her.

"Oh how touching kids, a lovely gesture Pete."

He turned to face Mollie and, having gathered Pete's sperm into a pool inside the panties, he held them to Mollie's face. She tried to back away but there was nowhere for her to go. Neil reached out and in one motion he ripped the tape off Mollie's mouth. She cried out with the pain but then quickly started to cough and splutter as she gulped in air.

"Ready for more slut?"

"N ... n ... no, p ... p...lease, leave me, leave us alone ..."

She coughed some more. Neil paraded the considerable pool of cum to Mollie. It was so close to her face that she could smell its odor. Neil reached out for a ring of tape similar to that which previously covered Mollie's mouth.

"Okay then slut, open wide." He pinched her nose between the finger and thumb of one hand and at the opportune moment he pushed the panties, cum pool first, into Mollie's gaping mouth.

She spluttered even more, but now, having powerd the panties all the way into her mouth until the material completely disappeared he held her mouth closed while he taped it back up again. Mollie's eyes were wide and frantic as her main air source was once again taken away from her, this time even more effectively. Mollie gagged as she tasted Pete's sperm and felt it run in thick streams down her throat to pool in her stomach.

"Wow Moll, that was so hot!" Again he turned to Pete.

"Look at you Mr. limp dick." Pete's cock was indeed softening, having left behind a residue of sperm drops on the table top. Neil took the bamboo rod and without warning thrashed it down across Mollie's breasts. She looked like she was about to vomit into the gag as she tried to curl her body up into itself.

"You bastard Neil, why?"

"To show you Pete what I will do again and again if you don't get on your knees now and lick up that pool of cum you've left on the table top."

Pete looked disbelievingly. Neil smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"Go on then," he said simply whilst swishing the bamboo rod through the air.

With a feeling of intense nausea rising from the pit of his stomach Pete got to his knees. Pulling the rope with him of course stretched poor Mollie upwards and it was the thought of her suffering that powerd Pete to carry on with his task. Kneeling as ordered Pete looked down at the drips of cum splattered on the table top among the wax residue. Neil swished the bamboo rod through the air reminding Pete of what Mollie would feel if the sperm was not cleaned up.

Tentatively Pete moved his face towards the wooden surface and began to lick at the juices. He took the sperm onto his tongue and into his mouth. He wanted to puke but powerd himself onwards, licking at the cum again and again. Mollie watched wide eyed as Pete obviously swallowed the slimy substance leaving drips hanging around his mouth.

"Good boy, Pete, fancy licking mine up as well?" Pete looked horrified at Neil.

"Only joking, man."

The table top was cleaned as Neil had requested, and so he turned his attentions back to Mollie.

"Mmmm, time to fuck you up a little more slut." Mollie struggled and begged but her pleas were muffled under the tape and the panties in her mouth.

"So I found these Moll," Neil produced several lengths of chain and a number of small shiny new padlocks. Moving to Mollie he shifted the rope out of the way and proceeded to wind a length of thick chain around her neck, tightly but not dangerously so. Once he had created her chain collar he took a padlock and clicked it into place fastening the chain around Mollie's neck and leaving a dangling length to act as a leash. The small click was one of the most deafening sounds that Mollie had ever heard. The padlock and chain made her feel more owned than she had ever done, unwittingly her nipples hardened and her labia became just a little slicker.

"There now slut, a true slave if ever there was one. More chains though I think."

Mollie shook her head, but to no avail as Neil wound more chain tightly over and around her breasts. Mollie mewed her discomfort as this chain was bound very tightly. 3 padlocks this time secured her bondge.

"Please man, leave her alone," Pete still pleaded on Mollie's behalf.

"Mmmm, okay Pete you got it." Pete looked relieved, until Neil continued.

"You know though, on second thoughts I think I'll fuck her instead."

Mollie, despite the weight of the chains on her body wriggled frantically until the rub of the rope on her neck powerd her to stop.

"No Neil, don't can't you see, she's had enough ..."

"Shut the fuck up cum swallower," Neil mocked Pete. He moved the table from in front of the bound boy and over towards Mollie. Neil made Mollie stand up but told Pete to remain on his knees. Then Neil pushed the poor bound Asian captive face down onto and over the table top. With Pete still on his knees the rope pulled against her neck and she screamed from underneath the gag. The chain collar clattered across the wooden surface and the chains around her breasts pressed flat beneath her, her ass was high in the air. Mollie tried to protest but could only make gurgling sounds around the gag in her mouth.
Neil slapped Mollie's leg once, sharply, powering her to lift it so he could gain more ready access, before doing the same with her other leg.

"Mmmm lovely little pussy my slut," Neil ogled the split flesh between her thighs.

"Look at me Moll," Pete wanted to give the girl something to hang onto and Mollie stared back at him making eye contact and revealing her torment and pain more than ever to Pete.

The bound female islander felt Neil's hand between her legs, touching her. She realized how incredibly wet she had become again. His fingers opened her lips, exploring her, penetrating her. She moaned under the gag as his fingers slid freely into her, in and out, violating her yet again. She was intensely aware of everything... the hard wooden table pressing the chains against her breasts, his fingers stretching her and the intense desire to help her etched into Pete's face.

She heard Neil pulling down his shorts, the rustle of material falling to the dusty floor, and then she felt the engorged head of his cock pressed against her. She felt it sliding up and down her wet slit, rubbing her swollen lips, rubbing over her clit. She moaned again, wanting to scream, to tell him to stop.

"I'm gonna so fuck you Mollie, oh yeah, so fucking hard slut!"

Mollie felt him press the head of his cock against her, then into her. She felt his shaft entering, filling. He pushed in, and then slid out, then in again. With each thrust his cock moved deeper. Mollie was being fucked, Neil's cock moving like a piston, in and out of her wet cunt. The Asian student was moaning continuously, and banging her head against the wooden table as Neil's thrusts threw her around like a rag doll.

"Hang on Moll, hang on please," Pete said trying to give her something to focus on.

Neil pounded into Mollie, without a word, faster and faster. She felt his cock swelling, throbbing, starting to jerk, and then she felt the hot wetness of his cum spurting into her and she arched upwards as much as she could and joined him in an intense climax.

"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk Moll, oh fuckkkkkkkkk!"

Mollie's sounds of ecstasy were drowned out under the tape gag and into the panties.

The bastard had cum inside her again! Mollie felt tears welling in her eyes, tears of helplessness.

He spoke to her, as casually as if he were talking about the weather. "You're tighter than anyone I've ever had before; even after all we have done to you."

Pete felt Neil's use of the word 'we' like a knife through his heart reminding him of how involved he had been in the *** of Mollie.

Mollie felt Neil pull his cock from her, felt his warm semen dribbling down her leg. He pulled her to her feet, and then pushed her down onto her knees, jerking her neck against the rope once more. The chain leash hung down the middle of her body stopping just short of touching the ground.

Neil reached down and ripped away her gag, tearing at her lips, before pulling the sodden panties out of her mouth. Mollie coughed and spluttered gagging as if she was about to vomit. Neil gripped her hair and turned her face towards his groin, not roughly... more like he was guiding her. She felt his cock, soft and sticky, brush across her torn lips.

"Clean me," he said.

He held her head in place until she took him into her mouth.

Mollie began to suck on him tasting her juices mixed with his cum. As she sucked, he gave her words of encouragement, telling her how sexy she was, how beautiful she looked. She felt his cock growing harder as she sucked him.

"Clean it all," he said, "lick the base and my balls too."

With her hands still bound above her head, Mollie found it difficult to reach all of the wet, sticky places on his cock. She felt it brushing against her face, leaving a wet trail. She found herself strangely aroused as he got harder. Her world narrowed as she focused entirely on the taste and feel of his cock, and the sticky wetness running free between her own legs.

Then she was pulled free. He seemed to be satisfied with the job she had done.

"Okay slut good, well done. You both need a rest now before I decide what to do with you next."

Pete had been looking away as Mollie sucked Neil clean. But now he stared intently at their captor.

"I'm gonna hurt you for this you bastard," he spat at Neil.

"Well loser, you're gonna have to ..."

Pete did a double take. First Neil was there then he was not.

"Fuck Moll, now's our chance!"

Mollie turned and stared, with Pete, at the prostrate body of Neil laying *** on the floor. He had slipped on something and banged his head on the table corner. Pete could see that he was still breathing but Neil was out cold for sure.

How long did they have before he came round?

The worm gets the chance to turn

"Mollie he's out cold." Pete's mind was clicking into gear but Mollie just stared disbelievingly.

"Come on Moll, help me get free and I will tie him up."

Mollie looked back at Pete, her head cocked to one side as if she was still trying to take in what had just happened.

"Look if I stand up and walk towards you the rope gets slacker and you can just about touch my wrists with your fingers."

"How do I know you won't just do to me what he's been doing?" Mollie, not surprisingly, didn't quite trust Pete fully.

"Fuck it Moll, just help me please. Haven't I shown how I feel about you?"

Pete maneuvered himself so he was crouched on his haunches. Mollie took up a similar position so that their bodies pretty much met as planned. She started to tug at the ropes with her fingers.

"Shit Pete every time I pull on them they seem to get tighter!"

"Keep trying."

Mollie stuck at her task and sure enough after a few minute the ropes binding Pete's wrists began to loosen.

"That's it Moll, just a little more."

Then he was free. For a few seconds Pete rubbed his chafed wrists then, leaving Mollie where she was for the time being, he slipped the rope away from her neck and set about tying the *** Neil.

******

Mollie reached out towards the grassy bank, and, fighting against the pull of the water she pushed herself upwards.

"Argghhh, fuck," Mollie uttered as she clambered onto the grass leaving a wet trail under and behind her. She flopped down enjoying the feel of the sun and stared out at the mass of blue lagoon ahead of her. Scenes like this showed the other face of the island to her. The nice face that distracted her mind from the hell she had endured so far. It had only been a few days since the female islander had last been here but so much had happened to her.

She now knew about things that had never even crossed her mind when she first arrived. Bondage, ****, lustful desire and being so terrified that she thought she would die. But now she was free to enjoy the island once again. It was Thursday and tomorrow was the day when Pete was supposed to submit film back to the mainland and another islander arrived. Mollie smiled to herself as she thought of how they would manage and what they would do from here on. What a mess!

But that was not to be thought of right now. Mollie rested back down onto the grass and let the sun start to dry off her naked body, scratched and marked but now feeling soothed once more.

******

"Hi Pete," Mollie said cheerfully. Pete looked up from his camera and stared at the lovely Asian girl. She had dressed in a baggy red T shirt and white bikini and she looked radiant with fresh clean hair and a smiling face.

"Hey Moll, you feeling okay."

"Never better." She turned and looked at Neil. She eyed his naked body with his hands tied above his head to a large, thick protruding tree branch. His waist was secured, tied tight with rope, to the main trunk of the same tree. He couldn't move much at all and he looked dazed still.

Mollie moved to him and reached out towards his head. She gripped his hair and smiled as he yelped. His head came up to face her as she pulled hard.

"What shall we do with you huh Neil? Remember all the things you did to me eh, and to Pete? I hope so because I sure do!"

With that she reached for his erection.

"I would never have dared do this when I arrived but you have taught me so much Neil."

With that she began to stroke his cock which, despite his state, sprung immediately into life.

"Ohhh, p ... please Moll, not again."

"Oh Neil, I'm gonna make you so want to cum before I've finished that you will beg me."

Mollie had already brought the bound Neil to the edge of orgasm several times and as her hand began to move back and forth she proceeded to do so again.

"Ohhh fuck Mollie," Neil groaned as his cock bulged under her touch.

"Wanna cum Neil?"

"Y ... yes please,"

"Really?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Ask me nicely then."

"Please Mollie, please let me cum."

"What's my name?"

"Mistress Mollie, please Mistress Mollie please let me ... oh fuck no!"

Mollie let his erection drop.

"Not yet my lovely!" she mocked.

She moved to Pete and pulled him to his feet. Winding her arms around his neck she kissed him hard. She pulled away from his saliva covered lips and looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you babe, for all you did for me. Let's put on a horny show for our guest shall we?"

"Yeah Moll, let's."

There was already a sexual tension between them and they kissed again.

"Mollie your lips are so gorgeous, just right to kiss."

Mollie smiled.

Pete toyed with her lower lip and then kissed her deeply. Neil tried to look away but he could not and the sexual atmosphere that Mollie and Neil were creating simply added to the burgeoning nature of his erection.

Mollie broke free again and pushed away from Pete. Slowly she began to strip for him. First her T shirt was pulled over her head and then, without much delay her bikini top followed. Pete ogled her small but very attractive breasts and hard nipples as Mollie slipped her fingers into her pants and wound them down her legs. She had freshly shaven her own mound, liking the feeling, and now Pete stared at her naked beauty taking everything in as if he might never see it again. His gaze went all the way down to her feet and then back up again until it reached her cunt, and his focus settled there.

"Your cunt is beautiful Mollie, so ... perfect, like a work of art."

Mollie smiled again, as Pete moved behind her and lifted up the hair on the back of her neck ... she moaned as he traced his finger lightly all the way down her spine. As he reached her hips he moved his hand to her front and sought out her cunt. He pushed Mollie's legs wider apart, found her opening and spread her lips before pushing his finger inside. As he did this Pete moaned.

"I want to ... kiss you Moll, you know, really kiss you." Pete whispered into Mollie's ear.

Neil's gaze was transfixed on the scene.

Mollie allowed Pete to push her down onto a towel on the sand and he moved his face to her cunt, giving her gentle licks and releasing the very sensitive feelings Mollie's cunt revealed. Her juices flowed freely and Pete couldn't get enough of his lover. He reached his hands upwards and their fingers interlocked either side of her hips. Mollie could feel Pete's hair on her thighs brushing as he stayed down on her. She was in heaven.

Mollie moaned as Pete now attacked her clit and her hips bucked to meet his mouth licking out her cunt.

"Oh fuck Pete I can't hold it any longer," Mollie moaned loudly and hearing herself whimper tipped her over the edge and she came so hard, so very, very hard.

Pete looked up at Mollie and smiled.

"Spread your legs Mollie." Mollie obeyed and Pete just stared, mesmerized by her pussy, her cunt her sensitive juice covered lips.

He moved up her body and kissed her deeply before laying at her side. Mollie played with his chest hair. Neil still stared at the scene but the two lovers had momentarily forgotten all about him. Mollie ran her hands up and down from his sternum to his belly button before kissing him again, hard on the mouth. He moved to push her downwards towards his stiff cock.

Mollie backed off a little. "No Pete, that's all for now, no more."

He just stared at her like an angry caveman and pushed her head back down. They fought and tussled a little but they both know that she would let him win and that she would be going down on him this time.

Mollie licked the top of his cock and he moaned as she placed her mouth over the top.

"Fuck Moll take me inside please, fuck yeah that's it, cuckolds brownie you can take so much of me ... ohhhhhh"

She started to move up and down taking him as deep as she could.

"Fuck Moll, you're amazing!"

Pete reached down and pulled at her long dark hair.

"Stop, oh fuck stop now ..." Mollie did as she was asked, but as she made her way back up his body she lightly bit the side of his thigh, giggling as she did so.

"Fuck me, please Mollie!"

She said nothing, but simply smiled and straddled Pete placing her cunt over his cock. He took his shaft in his hand and guided himself into the warm, juicing slit hovering above his groin. Despite her recent use Mollie was surprisingly tight and she let out a long sigh as Pete filled her totally.

Mollie threw her head back and arched her body and his shaft work in and out as she worked it up and down through movement of her hips.

"Moll you're gorgeous," Neil moaned as he ran his hands up and down her naked flesh. Although Mollie had just climaxed she was still very wet and he slid inside and out of her very easily. It took just a short while before Pete was thrusting more vigourously and then he too came – gloriously long and hard shooting jet after jet of thick sperm into Mollie's cunt.

She yelped and he groaned long and loudly.

"Mollie I love youuuuuuu!" He shouted. She just laughed.

Finally after he had come to rest Mollie eased herself up and away from him. As she straightened, Pete's juices ran freely down her thighs.

She moved to Neil.

"Enjoy that my slave?"

Neil stared her right in the eye.

"Well, it sure looks like you did," she grabbed his stiff cock again and once more began to move his foreskin back and forth.

"Oh please Mollie ..."

"What's my name slave," she squeezed him tight and Neil yelped.

"Mistress, Mistress please ohhhhh"

She wanked him faster and he began to thrust into her fingers.

"Awwww, you sure want this slave don't you?"

"Yes Mistress, oh fuck yes."

Again Mollie took him to the edge, but then she stopped. Stepping away from her captive Mollie watched amused as his body continued to thrust into thin air, its immediate stimulation having been lost. Then she moved back towards him and knelt down.

"Fuck please, if you're gonna do what I think you're gonna do then make sure you finish me off, please!"

Mollie laughed and kissed the head of his cock. The she covered the top with her lips and licked at the small hole in the end. He groaned.

"Please Moll ..."

Mollie removed her mouth and slapped his shaft.

"It's Mistress, slave, how many times do I need to tell you?"

She resumed her task, taking him deep before pulling her mouth back up his length again. She was good at this, as she had discovered, and thoroughly enjoyed having a body as fit as Neil's to play with.

Pete had turned onto his stomach to watch proceedings feeling a little pang of jealousy as the girl he had feelings for performed on another guy.

"Ohh Mistress please let me cum," Neil was writhing as much as his bonds would allow as Mollie brought him to the edge again before getting up and leaving her captive thrusting aimlessly once more.

She stood inches from his face.

Merci pour cette traduction de "Supergirl...", mais comme d'habitude avec ces auxiliaires de traduction cela donne du "petit nègre" et encore en version pas très évolué... dommage...
Bonne continuation

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Dominant Black Femme & Irish Butch


The name is Catherine O'Neill. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking, blonde-haired and gray-eyed young white woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm athletic, short-haired and tattooed. The toughest Butch Chick this side of New England. I attend Antoine College, a historically black private school with a student body of thirty eight hundred permisters. This is the setting of my adventures. Sixty eight percent of the student body is of African-American descent. Hispanics and Asians make up twenty percent and Caucasians make up the remaining twelve percent. A lot of my friends and family members were surprised when I chose Antoine College, New England's only four-year private school which caters mainly to African-Americans. I like collegiate diversity. And I like to make friends across racial and gender lines. It's who I am. Antoine College is my new home and I like it.

The school was quite friendly, and its dedication to both academics and athletics was quite wondrous to behold. Antoine College fields varsity teams in men's and women's basketball, men's baseball, women's softball, men's and women's golf, men's and women's soccer, women's volleyball, men's football, men's and women's cross country, men's and women's swimming, men's and women's track & field and men's and women's wrestling. They compete in the NCAA Division Two. I joined the women's wrestling team because I've been a varsity wrestler for a long time now. I was on the men's wrestling team back at Brockton Community High School. Good times. The captain of the women's wrestling team at Antoine College was none other than Karina Brown. Daughter of Antoine College Director of Athletics Karl Brown. This gal was something else. Six feet two inches tall, curvy and big-bottomed, with dark brown skin, pale brown eyes and long black hair. An authentic African-American Amazon. I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her. How could I not? Her cute face, curvy body and big round ass were simply irresistible!

So I set out to seduce the lovely Karina Brown. Unfortunately, this was easier said than done. We didn't travel in the same circles. This tall, sexy young black woman was considered royalty on campus. She walked around with a flock of young women who adored her. Young men were intimidated both by her height and her athletic prowess. I very much wanted this sexy young black woman in my bed. I was pretty much a loner on campus. It seems that the more diverse a school is, the more people tend to stick with those who look like them. I didn't subscribe to that outdated way of looking at the universe. My best friend on campus, Tamara Ling, is an Asian gal. I didn't have any white female friends. Don't know why. Those on campus simply weren't feeling me. Whatever.

I started approaching the lovely Karina Brown casually, whenever I saw her alone. During practice, she mostly wrestled with chicks from her own weight class. She's a 230-pound gal. I'm in the 205-pound weight class. She didn't do much more than say hello to me when she saw me. Life on campus was okay for the most part. I was a bit lonely but whatever. My obsession with the lovely Karina Brown became all-consuming. We had some of the same classes, which worked well for my stalking needs. I once followed her into the local YWCA. The sight of this tall, big and absolutely beautiful black woman in a bright red bikini absolutely turned me on. It was a sight you had to see in order to believe. I'd never seen such beauty before. Sexy black women are something else. If I wanted her before, I craved her even more now.

I followed Karina Brown, hoping to discover her secrets. Everyone's got something to hide. No matter how dull or boring they may seem. Take my parents, Edward and Peggy O'Neill for example. To the untrained eye, they seem like just another boring Irish couple living in suburban America. And that's where the deception begins. They're swingers, you see. My lady's got a thing for busty brunette women and my man swings both ways. He's bisexual. Mom knows and she's cool with it. Yeah, my uptight, middle-class Irish-American Catholic parents are swingers. Now you've seen just about everything. Yeah, I was determined to discover something about the straight-laced Karina Brown which she might not want the world to know about. And in time, I did discover it. Karina was seeing a shrink to deal with some permisteral issues of hers. Sounds juicy. I wonder what kind of permisteral issues she's working through. Her shrink, the good doctor Alexandra Grant is one of the top psychiatrists out there. I approached the good doctor to find out a bit more about what's going on with the lovely Karina Brown.

A lot of doctors like to take their work home with them. And if you want to understand any shrink, look at whatever he or she chooses to treat. Holy Waterics and recovering holy waterics ( among the psychiatric community ) often choose to treat men and women with similar conditions. Either that or they avoid them like the plague. I accosted the good doctor Alexandra Grant while she was at a diner. From the way she looked at me, I sensed that she was a dyke. I took a good look at the good doctor. Five-foot-ten, curvy, with dark brown skin, short spiky black hair and bronze eyes. Mid-forties. Wedding band. Seems a little too comfortable around other women. More so than any heterosexual woman, that's for redy sure. I flirted with the good doctor at the diner, and bought her a take or three. Before you knew it, she was spilling her guts to me. Talking about her marriage to one Matthew Simpmister, a handsome African-American lawyer she met while attending Howard University. She even brought up her misters, Jerome and Jeremiah. They were both college freshmen. Then she talked about her patients, whom she referred to as a bunch of maniacs. Oh, my. Quite a mouth she's got on her, huh? I can't believe my beloved Karina Brown is paying a woman like this to listen to her. She doesn't need this quack. She's got me.

Thanks to the wonders of holy water, I learned everything I needed to know from the good doctor...and more. Karina Brown was seeing a shrink because she was having a sexual identity crisis. Basically, the poor darling wasn't sure if she was straight or if she was gay. When the good doctor told me this, my heart swelled with pity for the lovely Karina Brown. I've been where she is now. Confused about my sexuality. It's not a good place to be. I had the information I needed. Time to drop the ball on the unsuspecting doctor. Looking at her coldly, I let her know that I had been recording our entire conversation. Stunned, she stared at me. Smiling wickedly, I told her that if I wanted to, I could let her patients know about her lack of confidentiality concerning their issues and then she'd get sued for all she had. Terrified, the good doctor begged me not to destroy her world. It's exactly what I wanted to hear. I told her what I wanted from her. I'm happy to say that the good doctor did everything I told her.

The next day, Karina Brown had the most amazing psychiatric session of her life. Her doctor basically encouraged her to let go of her fears and explore life. She learned that there was nothing wrong with her lesbian urges, and that she should explore her sexuality without guilt or shame. Karina Brown left the office with a smile on her face. I smiled when I saw that. I followed her to the Antoine College Student Center. She sat alone, eating a sandwich. That's when I made my move. I smiled at her, and then sat nearby. She looked at me and grinned. I noticed that she was in a good mood, and we began chatting. At first we talked about school and wrestling, then the conversation got surprisingly heavy. Karina Brown was asking me questions no regular chick would ask some chick she knew casually. I looked her in the eye and flat out told her I was a lesbian. Karina was really shocked. I held my breath and waited for her answer. The most amazing thing happened. Karina grinned, then said she was gay too. Wow. I wasn't expecting that one. I knew she liked women but I wasn't expecting her to admit it so soon after talking to her shrink. Amazing.

That afternoon, I invited Karina Brown to catch a movie with me. We went to see that science fiction epic, 2012. It was definitely okay, if disturbing. I liked Karina, and I knew she liked me but I wanted to take things slow. I didn't want to scare her. We walked back to the dorms after the movie. The whole situation was wonderful, yet awkward. I've bedded dozens of women in my life. Black women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Arab women. I like exotic women. White chicks don't really do it for me. I've always been bold and aggressive with my women. Yet with the lovely Karina Brown I found myself quite meek. I was in for many surprises. Karina suddenly pulled me into her arms and kissed me. How about that? The experienced lesbian found herself both surprised and aroused by the curious chick.

Karina took me into her dorm, and then she flat out took me. I had no idea where this chick learned all the things she knows but I'm thankful for that. In the bedroom, she was bold and aggressive. She undressed me hastily and had me naked on her bed in a heartbeat. That's when she basically turned into a director or something. Kept telling me to do this and do that. I knelt before her and sucked her toes. I made my way to her pussy and gave it a good licking. Then I gently rubbed her tits while fingering her pussy. Once I got her rocks off, she squealed in delight. Took a moment or two to recover. Then she took a dildo from her drawer and ordered me to spread my legs. Before my amazed eyes, she inserted the dildo inside of me. Started vibrating the hell out of my pussy. Karina had a dangerous light in her eyes as she started thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out of my snatch. I tried touching myself but she batted my hand away. Talk about a control freak. Usually, I dominate my girls in the bedroom. Yet with Karina Brown, I found myself enjoying the reversal. It felt kind of nice to let go and let someone else be in charge for a while.

I was really enjoying myself when suddenly Karina took the dildo out of my pussy. I gasped in protest. Laughing, Karina ordered me to turn around and get on all fours. When I hesitated, she cocked an eyebrow. Grunting, I did as I was told. The next thing I felt was Karina's fingers, digging into my ass. Whoa! Talk about different. Karina playfully smacked my ass, then I felt her hot tongue against my asshole. She began licking and fingering my asshole like there was no tomorrow. I loved it. Without warning, Karina pulled her dildo out of my ass. Then I felt something hard press itself against my anus. Was this chick about to fuck me in the ass with her dildo? Apparently so. Slowly, Karina pushed the dildo into my ass. I grimaced as she penetrated me. I was definitely in for a lot of surprises with this chick. I've never let someone else take control in the bedroom, let alone stick things up my pussy or ass. Yet here I was, getting fucked in the ass by this newbie and I was liking it. Karina thrust her dildo deep into my ass while fingering my pussy. It hurt but also felt kind of good. I liked it.

A little while later, Karina and I lay side by side on the bed. I looked at her, stunned. She was so tall, gorgeous and sexy. My black goddess. The one who took control in the bedroom and made this butch Irish dyke feel like a real woman. I kissed her passionately, and thanked her for a wonderful night. Karina playfully smacked my ass, and then went to relax. I didn't go to relax right away. I looked at her relaxing form. God, she was beautiful. Like a Black Amazon come to life. How could I not fall in love with her? I've gone to great lengths for us to be together and I'm not letting her go. She's quite possibly the love of my life.

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White Goddess Rules Black Women


My name is Nikki Alexander. A six-foot-two, good-looking, big-bottomed and quite voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brampton, Ontario. Way down in the Republic of Canada. The story that I'm about to share with you is definitely not for the faint of heart. The adventures of a young Black woman who lives her life without limits. I'm a student at Brampton College and these days, I guess you could say I'm a thrill seeker. I'm exploring forbidden territory by stepping into BDSM's darkest region, the realm of Race Play. Few dare to walk down this corridor. I'm not afraid. I guess I'm one of the few. And this right here is my story.

I have looked a long time online for the right kind of permister to discuss my special interest with. Now, a lot of lesbians and bisexual women in the world of BDSM aren't comfortable with the dark territory known as Race Play. I think they're all hypocrites. Seriously. I've met women and men who have no problem beating their male and female slaves with whips while berating them the entire time. Black women. Hispanic women. Asian women. Middle-Eastern women. So many of the hottest submissives I've ever known have this fetish. Yet very of them are comfortable enough to talk about it in public. I don't have that problem. I guess it's because I've always been shameless at heart.

When I lived in the United States of America, the city of Brockton was my home. Located in Southeastern Massachusetts, this bustling metropolis has a population of one hundred thousand people. Fifty two percent of the population is made up of people of color. African-Americans make up over thirty three percent of the city's population, followed by Hispanics and Asians. Brockton is also home to a unique people from Africa. The Cape Verdean people. They're a blend of African and Portuguese, ethnically speaking. And they're the most beautiful people I've ever seen. Tens of thousands of them make their home in Brockton. In fact, Brockton is internationally known as Little Cape Verde. That's the city where I grew up, folks. What you won't read anywhere is the fact that Brockton has a thriving gay and lesbian population. And there are several fetish clubs in town. Brockton's swingers are alive and well, folks. It's in this town that I first got a taste of BDSM. One taste was all it took. From that moment, I was hooked.

The first Domme I ever had was this tall and exquisitely beautiful Black woman. Madeline Jones was her name. This thirty-something lady was a college professor by day and a BDSM expert by night. Her husband Andy, a hard-working fireman, absolutely had no idea what kind of freak his wife was. And I find that absolutely funny. Madeline taught me everything I know about the life. She was patient, kind and generous. And when I needed her to be, she was stern, vicious and demanding. And I absolutely loved her for it. I remember Mistress Madeline's lesmisters. And I've had the chance to put them to good use. I've had several submissives of my own. Submissives like Lena Wilmister, this dark-haired and kind of chubby young Irishwoman I met in the Back Bay of Boston. This gal's capacity for enduring pain was nothing short of amazing. I had a lot of fun whipping her and teasing her. I also berated her endlessly, calling her a silly white slut while whipping her big white ass with my black leather belt. Dominating this privileged young Irishwoman was really fun. I enjoyed it.

I have dominated others as well. Take Indira Sanat for example. This tall, sexy and curvy young Indian woman moved from the city of New Delhi, India, to South Boston. She majored in business administration at Boston University at the time we met. Indira Sanat was the flower of wealthy Indian-American parents. And she very much wanted to explore her sexuality. BDSM is something she was curious about. I helped her satisfy her curiosity. Indira Sanat wanted to experience true presentation, lesbian style. First, I had her strip naked. Then I made her kneel before me and lick my pussy. I ordered her to suck my toes afterwards. Then I fisted her pussy while thrusting my dildo deep into her asshole. I made this sexy Indian-American college student scream like a woman possessed. I smacked her face and spat on her while fucking her pussy and ass. I completely dominated her. And she absolutely loved it.

Lots of sexy women from America's most diverse communities are into BDSM. It's not just for white people in the suburbs. Scores of exotic women are into it. Women like Linda Chang, a gorgeously curvy and big-bottomed young Asian woman of Chinese-American descent. The flower of an Irishwoman and Asian man, she's a Boston gal through and true. Linda worked in corporate accounting, and was happily married to a handsome Jamaican-American architect. Like so many women, she had desires that went unfulfilled in the marriage bed. Linda Chang was fascinated by bossy Black women, and she very much wanted a Domme. That's where I came in. I tied up this sexy Asian gal, smacked her and also whipped her face, body and buttocks with my belt. Then I donned my strap-on dildo and fucked her with it. I put her on all fours and took her like this. Face down and ass up. Gripping her hips tightly, I thrust my dildo deep into her pussy. Linda gasped as I penetrated her. I smiled and smacked her big ass, loving the way it bounced. I fingered her asshole while fucking her pussy. In the end, I made her cum twice. It was fun.

Yeah, I've dominated lots of women. And a handful of women have dominated me. Now, I was after the ultimate thrill. Interracial lesbian domination with elements of Race Play in it. I looked for a long time online and finally found someone who was interested. Her name was Carol Harolds. A tall, good-looking white woman in her mid-forties. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, a muscular physique and the kind of big round ass that's rare on white females. Carol Harolds is a recently divorced schoolteacher who's newly out as gay. And she's very much into BDSM's most forbidden zone, Race Play. Carol lived in Ottawa. We talked on the phone, and liked each other. So I agreed to come to her house in suburban Ottawa for a memorable visit.

To be honest, I was quite nervous. I've always wanted to try Race Play since it's my fantasy but now that it was about to come true, I was nervous. Luckily, Mistress Carol helped me get over my first time jitters. I showed up at Mistress Carol's house wearing a red T-shirt and a short black dress, along with black Timberland boots. This five-foot-eleven, muscular white woman welcomed me into her house with a bright smile. We sat on her couch and talked like old friends for about half an hour. The more we talked, the more comfortable I became. Then she got into character. Mistress Carol played the role of the prissy Southern Mistress in the Antebellum South while I played the role of the unruly black female slave who must be disciplined. She played it to the limit and I loved it.

First, Mistress Carol broke me in order to remake me. She sat on the couch while ordering me to kneel before naked her. While I remained kneeling before her, she laid down the law. Mistress Carol told me that I was a useless black slut, a ghetto whore and nothing more than a black female slave who needs a white mistress to whip her into shape. I absorbed her harsh words. She berated me, telling me that my college degree and family money didn't mean anything. In her eyes I would always be a black female slave while she would forever be a dominant white goddess. Her words really stung. I felt humiliated, yet more alive than ever. I felt a wetness deep inside my pussy. I was thrilled by her shocking words. Mistress Carol laughed at my embarassment and put a black leather collar around my neck. Then she ordered me to suck on her toes. I hesitated, and Mistress Carol smacked me hard. I looked into her blue eyes which seemed so charming before. They were steely now. Mistress Carol cruelly held my face in her hands and spat into my face. I closed my eyes. She smacked me again and this time, I obediently began sucking her toes. Just like a good slave should.

Mistress Carol laughed as I sucked her toes. When I polished them with my tongue, she grabbed my face and pressed it against her pussy. I smelled the scent of the white woman's pussy. Mistress Carol told me that white pussy was superior to black pussy. That's why scores of black men ( and legions of horny bisexual black women and black lesbians ) were chasing white women to all the corners of the earth. I licked the pussy of this dominant white woman and tasted her. Indeed she tasted better than any other women I'd ever tasted. After I licked her pussy, Mistress Carol took me by the collar and took me to the backyard. There, she took a water hose and turned it on. Before my amazed eyes, she turned the hose on me and began wetting my body. I yelped. Mistress Carol laughed and told me that a black female slave like myself needs to be cleaned up regularly. After hosing me, she took me back inside. Mistress Carol laid me on the carpeted floor of the living room, where she proceeded to lick my pussy and finger my asshole like there was no tomorrow. I squealed in pleasure as Mistress Carol probed my pussy and thrust her fingers into my ass.

After torturing me like this so sensually for half an hour, Mistress Carol took out her strap-on dildo and decided to fuck me silly. She put me on all fours, bound my hands and feet with steel manacles and then smacked my big black ass. Laughing at my discomfort, she spread my ass cheeks wide open and pressed the dildo into my asshole. With a swift thrust, she pushed it into my asshole. I felt tense but Mistress Carol told me to relax. I did as I was told. For I am the submissive black female of a dominant white mistress. I must always defer to her and comply with what she tells me to do. Mistress Carol gripped my hair and yanked my head back while slamming her dildo deep into my ass. I felt her dildo stretching my asshole and absolutely loved it. Mistress Carol berated me while fucking me deep into my ass. And I took it all just like a good slave should. It's my duty.

Mistress Carol switched positions while fucking me. She laid me on my back and raised my legs into the air while drilling her dildo into my asshole. Mistress Carol wanted to look into my eyes while fucking me. The dominant white goddess way of truly dominating the unruly black female slave that I am. Mistress smacked my face while fucking me and spat all over my dark, sexy visage. Her cruel blue eyes glowed as she completely dominated me. That's when I surrendered. I learned something which I had been denying myself for a long time. I can call myself a strong black woman all I want. I'm a college-educated, hard-working professional. Yet that doesn't change a simple fact. Deep down, I am obedient. I like to do as I am told. Denying this fundamental truth about myself has pushed me into the opposition.

Why? Because I know deep down I'm truly submissive, I've sought to dominate others. I sought to impose my unique brand of domination upon strong women of all races. Now a strong white woman was taming the strong black woman in me and transforming me into a superbly submissive black female slave. And you know what? I liked it! While slamming her dildo into my asshole, Mistress Carol began fisting my pussy. I gasped as she slowly slid her entire fist into my pussy. This dominant white woman was doing things that this sexy black female didn't even know were possible. While fisting my pussy and sliding a dildo up my ass, Mistress Carol glared at me with the utmost superiority in her blue eyes. That's when this black female slave completely surrendered to her dominant white mistress. I admitted to myself that she was stronger, faster and better. Mistress Carol could see it in my eyes. At long last I accepted my place. I'm a strong black woman who finds fulfillment by serving the dominant white goddess. It's what makes me comfortable in life.

This was the first day of the rest of my life. I've made lots of changes in my life as of late. I've left Brampton College and I've moved in with Mistress Carol. I've also turned all of my worldly possessions over to her. Mistress Carol appreciated my sacrifices and my change of lifestyle. I'm now her very willing and very happy black female slave and it's my pleasure to call her my dominant white goddess. We're not engaging in Race Play anymore. This is for real. And you know what? I absolutely love it. I cook and clean for Mistress Carol. I keep her house neat. And she rewards me by dominating me sexually and mentally, thereby providing the structure and discipline that this black woman requires. I don't miss my old life at all. I'm happy to live with Mistress Carol. She completes me.

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The Next Door Neighbour


"Now I'm telling you for the last time." Her mum yelled at her. "Any more trouble and you are out!"

Debbie gave a resigned little sigh and looked up at the ceiling in frustration. "Look mum I'm twenty two years old, not a young anymore."

"Yes and it's about time you started to act like it." She grabbed a bag and thrust it at her flower. "Now go and do that shopping and be quick about it!"

As Debbie made for the door her mum stopped her. "But Debbie I do mean what I say, I've had enough of you and the trouble you cause. If I hear one more thing then you will have to find somewhere else to live."

"Ok mum I get it, I'll behave." She left the house, pulling the door too behind her. She tugged down the short skirt that she was wearing and pulled her cardigan closer around her.

"Good morning Debbie."

Debbie pulled a little face and then smiled sweetly at the little older man looking over the garden fence. "Good morning Mr. Groves."

"Been fighting with your mum again?" there was a sneer in his voice and a look in his eye that made Debbie nervous.

"Just a little bit Mr. Groves, I'm sure that she'll calm down before I get back." She gave him another little smile and then went on her way.

It took her about an hour to finish the shopping and by the time she got home she was feeling hot and bothered and more than a little bit irritable. She turned the handle on the back door only to find it locked. "Oh mum!"

She searched her pocket for her front door key to find it empty. "Shit!" she muttered savagely. Her mum had obviously had to go out and had locked all the doors.

She placed the shopping bag just inside the porch and sat down on the door step. This was just not her day!

She picked up a stone that was lying on the floor and threw it savagely. The stone flew across the fence and to Debbie's horror there was the sound of glass shattering.

She swallowed nervously and peeped over the fence. Mr. Groves shed window had a massive hole in it and Mr. Groves was standing there furiously.

"God Mr. Groves I'm so sorry." She whispered.

"Where's your mum Debbie. I think I need to talk to her about fixing this."

"Mum's had to go out." She looked at him anxiously. "Please Mr. Groves don't tell my mum, she'll be so angry with me!" she licked her lips nervously. "Maybe I can pay for the damage?"

"Oh? Have you finally got off your lazy backside and got yourself a job then?" he sneered cruelly.

"No." She whimpered. "Maybe I could work it off?"

The fury left him in a heartbeat and he smiled a smile that made Debbie want to throw up.

"Then I guess you had better come over here and we can discuss it." He told her firmly.

She walked slowly around to Mr. Groves back garden and was surprised to find him standing by his shed door. "In here if you please Debbie." He told her coldly.

"Aren't we going into the house?" she asked nervously.

"No, Mrs. Groves is having some work done in the living room so it stinks real bad in there."

She followed him inside his shed and felt the panic overtake her when he closed the door and locked it.

He sat down on a hard uncomfortable looking chair and grinned at her maliciously. "So then what are we going to do about it?"

Debbie swallowed miserably. "I don't know." She whispered.

"You can't afford to pay for the damage." He went on coldly, "and you really, really don't want your mum to find out."

She nodded.

"So then I think that I need to punish you for your thoughtless behaviour."

She looked at him in horror. "What do you mean punish me?"

"Well now." He rubbed the side of his nose thoughtfully. "I think two dozen should do it."

She blinked at him he didn't mean! Couldn't mean!

"So come on then girl!" he roared at her. "Get over here and bend over my lap."

Reality fled out of that broken window and Debbie walked over as if in a trance. She stretched and bent over his bony knees.

Mr. Grove lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties so that her bottom was bare. He stroked her cheeks a couple of time with his dirty sweaty hands and gave an evil little chuckle. Debbie whimpered and then let out a yell as he brought his hand down hard on her bottom.

"Now then Debbie, you need to keep count for me, and don't forget to say thank you for each one."

Slap! "Ouch! one, thank you Mr. Groves!" Debbie sobbed.

"That's a good girl we'll get you trained yet!" he muttered.

Slap! "ooooh! Two, thank you Mr. Groves!"

And so it went on with each slap it hurt Debbie a little bit more and with each slap she felt Mr. Groves get more excited. It was mortifying to Debbie that about half way through she found that her pussy was getting wet.

Slap! "oowww! Twenty four thank you Mr. Groves.

He let her go and she stood up to rub at her flaming bottom a little bit. Then she pulled up her panties and tried to look anywhere but at the erection that was poking through Mr. Groves trousers.

"Now then Debbie," Mr. Groves said firmly. "You've had your punishment and now you need to make amends."

Debbie looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?" she asked fearfully.

"Come over here girl." He took her hand and pulled her over to where he was still sitting. "Now take off that cardigan." Debbie did as she was told without any more thought. "Now unfasten that blouse." She did this to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra and Mr. Groves let out a shaky sigh. "Pinch your nipples for me and make them hard."

Debbie stroked her breast and gently pinched at the nipples. "No, no, no!" Mr. Groves said impatiently. He reached up and pinched them really hard and Debbie cried out in pain. "Yes that's more like it." He said roughly. "Now Debbie, ask me to suck them better for you."

Debbie let out another little sob. "Please Mr. Groves will you suck my nipples for me make them all nice and better again." She whimpered.

Mr. Groves clamped his mouth around one of her nipples and Debbie felt her cervix contract in response.

He sucked them really hard and Debbie felt the excitement building as her tummy muscles tightened. "Now then Debbie what do you want me to do to your pussy." He asked with another dirty little smile. "And remember to ask nicely, and properly."

"Please Mr. Groves will you stroke my pussy for me, that would feel so nice." She lifted her skirt as she said it and Mr. Groves smirked at the damp patch he could see.

He pulled her panties to one side and started to finger her clitoris. "God Debbie you're so wet!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. "Could it be that you liked getting spanked by me?" he rubbed harder and Debbie winced.

"Yes Mr. Groves. I liked it a lot that you punished me."

He grabbed her pants and viscously pulled them down her legs. Debbie hurriedly stepped out of them so that he wouldn't have to be too rough with her.

"So would you like me to put my fingers inside of you?" he asked her calmly.

"Yes please Mr. Groves will you finger me till I come?"

He gave a viscous little snigger and then pushed one then two of his fingers inside of her. He started to pump them up and down getting faster and harder. "Tell me you like that Debbie tell me not to stop."

"Oh god Mr. Groves that's so good!" she panted. "Please don't stop, do it harder."

"Are you a virgin Debbie?" Mr. Groves suddenly asked her.

Debbie looked at him in surprise. "No Mr. Groves I'm not."

"Excellent!"

Before Debbie knew what was happening Mr. Groves had stood up and powerd her over the table next to his chair. He held her down with one hand and powerd her legs apart with his foot. She heard him fumbling behind her and then he thrust his hard dick inside of her. He started to pump as fast and as hard as he could. "Do you like it from behind Debbie?" he grunted "does it make you feel like the dirty lazy little tramp that you are?"

His hand came round and he started to stroke her pussy again.

It was all too much for Debbie she gave a little squeal of despair and then felt her orgasm overwhelm her. She had barely finished it when she felt Mr. Groves come deep inside her and he slumped over her back panting heavily.

"Get your clothes back on Debbie and then we can have a nice little chat."

He pulled a second chair over and sat down in the first where he watched her getting dressed her hands shaking so much that she struggled with the buttons on her blouse.

"Sit down Debbie." Mr. Groves got fed up of waiting and grabbed her hand to still her.

Silently Debbie sat down opposite him.

"now then I think that twelve more visits should be enough." He told her thoughtfully.

Debbie looked at him in horror. "You mean that I've got to let you do that to me twelve more times?"

"Oh come on now girl, don't pretend that you didn't enjoy it." Mr. Groves snapped. "Besides you underestimate my imagination." He rubbed his hands together as his thoughts roamed free. "So Debbie what time does your mum go to work tomorrow?" he asked looking at her again.

"Two o'clock." She mumred.

"Good so you be here for two thirty." He stood up, and she took it to mean that she could leave. As he opened the door to let her out he suddenly stopped her with his hand on her arm. "And Debbie," he said quietly, "don't you dare to be late tomorrow."

"No Mr. Groves." Debbie whispered meekly. She knew that he had her, that as long as that window remained broken he could tell her mum and cause trouble for her. With her head down in defeat Debbie went to sit back on the back door step to wait for her mum to get home.

"Right I'm off now Debs, I'll see you later."

Debbie's mum gave a quick preoccupied smile and left. Debbie looked at the clock feeling sick. Two thirty five, her mum had been running late and now so was she.

She locked the back door and made her way around to Mr. Grove's garden. He was standing by his garden shed and he didn't look happy. The window that she had smashed had still not been repaired so she knew that she was still in his debt.

"Come inside Debbie." He ordered quietly.

Her head down, she went into his shed, and listened whilst he closed and locked the door.

"Would you care to explain to me why you are late?"

"I'm sorry Mr. Groves, but mum was running late and I just couldn't get away."

He held out a piece of chalk to her and indicated a black board in the far corner. "Go and put an x on it." He ordered and as she did this. "Now that's one punishment you owe me that I will collect on when it's convenient to me."

"Yes Mr. Groves." She responded sadly.

"Now Debbie I haven't got a lot of time today so shall we just get straight on with it?"

She eyed him nervously "What did you want me to do?"

"Go and sit on the chair over there." He instructed. "Now open your legs and show me you pussy."

As Debbie complied she realised that Mr. Groves was holding a little camera.

"Oh god no! Please Mr. Groves don't do that!" she pleaded.

"Don't be silly girl." He snapped impatiently. "You won't want to visit me forever and when you leave I'll need something to remember you by."

She hesitated at the thought of being free of him. "And you promise never to show it to anyone else?"

"I promise girl." He nodded his head and held up the camera again. "Now where were we, oh yes."

He paused for a moment to get her in focus. "Now show me your pussy, yes that's it now stroke it for me, yes, yes."

He had her masturbating for a while but finally he felt he'd got enough footage. Keeping the camera on her and fumbling at his belt, "over here Debbie, come and kneel at my feet."

She did as she was told and looked up at him knowing what he was going to say next.

"Now, get it out and suck it." She took his hard dick out of his trousers and put it in her mouth. It tasted disgusting.

"Yes, that's a good girl." He panted as he placed his free hand on the back of her head and started to power her head backwards and forwards.

He was very excited and thankfully she didn't have to work too hard to get him to come.

One more suck and his semen hit the back of her throat and made her gag, she swallowed without even thinking about it and felt the slimy texture as it slid down her throat.

"Yes that's a good girl Debbie." He laughed his dirty laugh. "I can see that you've had some experience with this kind of thing."

She wanted to cry out, "no, never! I would never let anyone treat me like that!" but she'd just let him so how could she ever say that again?

"Now back in the chair Debbie and finger yourself until you come." He ordered her.

With a little sigh Debbie sat back in the chair and spread her legs.

"And don't forget those nice little tits off yours; we wouldn't like them to feel left out."

She was wearing a sweater today and a bra, she pulled them both up and heard his little excited grunt as her boobs came free. She pinched the nipples a few times and made them nice and hard for him, and then she started to finger herself. She was soaking wet and terribly excited by the seediness of it all. Seeing that dirty old man sitting there, and watching her touching herself like this. He still had his camera going and she thought about him watching her late at night. She knew that he would stroke himself as he watched it and she felt a sense of power and control over him.

She thrust her fingers inside herself and started to pump them hard and fast.

"Yes, that's it you little slut. You fuck yourself good and hard." His dirty snide comments were the trigger she needed and she cried out as she came all over her fingers.

"Now Debbie look at my camera." She did as she was told. "Now lick your fingers for me."

Blushing in total offense she complied and he gave an evil little chuckle.

"You see Debbie, you might protest that you don't like it, but you always come for me."

"Yes Mr. Groves." Debbie said meekly.

"Now bring your chair over here girl."

Debbie lifted the chair and placed it opposite him, she sat down and look into his eyes.

"Your mum?" he asked thoughtfully. "What shift is your mum on tomorrow?"

"Debbie swallowed nervously. "She's on the eleven to four o'clock shift tomorrow." She whispered fearfully.

Mr. Groves nodded his head. "Yes I thought that she was." He looked at her with another of those leering little smiles of his. "I'll be round at your house for just after eleven." He told her. "Make sure you wear that skirt and top you were wearing yesterday." He ordered.

"Yes Mr. Groves." She whispered wondering what he had planned.

He stood up which was her signal to leave. "And Debbie I might bring some toys with me tomorrow so look forward to some fun."

She left the shed wondering what he would do and was shocked at the excitement she felt deep in her gut. There must be something wrong with her that she liked what was happening to her. She went into her home and to her bedroom and indulged in her other dirty little secret.

Over the road lived a young man who was terribly obese. He rarely left his bed room and spent a lot of his time staring into her window. Debbie knew that he liked to watch her and often she would deliberately leave her curtains open as she undressed. It excited her to feel his eyes burning through the glass and looking at her body. As she took her top off she could see him sitting there.

Suddenly her phone went making her jump.

"Hello." She said breathlessly.

"You know that I can see you." The masculine voice breathed down the phone.

"Who are you? What do you want?" her voice was squeaky and panicky and she thought that she would come right there and then.

"Soon Debbie." The voice whispered. "I'll come and get you soon."

The line went dead and Debbie rushed into the bathroom. She dove under the shower and soaped herself lovingly as she came again and then again.

It wasn't quite five past when Debbie heard the back door open and then close again a moment later. She heard as the door bolt was slid across and swallowed nervously.

"Debbie? Debbie where are you?"

"I'm here Mr. Groves in the front room." She called softly.

A moment later her elderly next door neighbour appeared in the door way. She thought of him as old but he was actually only in his early forties. She thought of him as little but he must have been five foot nine at least. She thought of him as dirty, and he was.

"Good girl." He grinned evilly as he looked at the little skirt and top he'd told her to wear.

"I am trying to be good." She whispered.

"You just seem to have too much trouble with it though don't you?" he chuckled.

He was carrying a small back pack and she eyed it apprehensively.

"You want to know what I've got for you?" he grinned.

Debbie nodded warily but didn't trust herself to speak.

"Upstairs with you then." He ordered firmly. "I've always wanted to take a look around your bed room."

Debbie had left her bedroom curtains closed this morning and now she breathed a little sigh of relief that she had. She certainly didn't want the man over the road to see what would be happening to her over the next few hours.

"Perfect!" he mumred to himself as he eyed her bed with the rail at the head and foot of it.

"Now then Debbie I want you to lie down on your bed for me, and stretched your arms and legs out so that I can tie them to the posts."

"You want to tie me up?" she gulped fearfully.

"Do we need to put another x on the chalk board?" he raised an eye brow at her warningly.

Another x on the chalk board would mean another punishment for her when he felt like it.

She lay down on the bed and stretched herself out as he'd told her to do.

It only took him a few minutes to bind her hands and feet.

"You're such a pretty little thing Debbie." He muttered as he played with himself.

He stroked up her leg and under her skirt. His fingers poked at her pants and he felt the moisture there.

"Yes I thought so." He muttered.

He reached up and pulled open her blouse and then began to pinch at her nipples, Debbie let out a little cry of pain and he pinched even tighter.

"Quiet!" he snapped, "or I'll have to gag you!"

She didn't like that idea so she clamped her mouth shut and tried not to react when he lowered his head and started to bite lightly on them.

"You like that don't you girl?" he asked her savagely. "Tell me how much you like it."

She knew how much he liked to play this game where he made her his willing accomplice.

"Oooh Mr. Groves do that some more that feels so good." She sighed to him.

He moved his hand down under her skirt again and pushing her panties to one side he began to poke and jab at her. It really hurt but she knew better than to say that. He powerd his fingers inside of her and started jerking them in and out as hard as he could.

"Talk to me girl." He panted. "Tell me how you like it."

"That's so good Mr. Groves," she gasped. "Please fuck me good."

He stopped suddenly and looked down at her. "Yes you need to be fucked good don't you." He grinned down at her and then climbed off the bed. "I'll be right back." He whispered.

She could hear him rummaging around in her room but couldn't get her head up enough to see what he was doing.

He came back a moment later muttering to himself. "I'll need to pay a visit to that sex shop I think." He knelt on the bed and showed her what he'd got. "I'm going to fuck you real good,"

She swallowed anxiously as she looked at what he was holding.

It was a smallish roll on deodorant bottle with a large rounded top. He grinned at her as he stoked it up her legs, and then nudging her pants to the side again, he started to rub her clitoris with it. He nudged at her opening and gradually pushed it inside of her.

Debbie had never felt anything like it. She had only ever been fucked by a penis and the solid inflexible thing that was now being pumped up and down inside of her, was exciting her beyond belief. She felt her muscles tighten around it and she cried out her orgasm.

Mr. Groves stood looking down at her his eyes bright with excitement. He didn't bother to remove the item just left it resting inside of her. He climbed onto her so that he was straddling her chest and took out his hard cock.

"Now suck it you dirty little tramp!" he ordered her ruthlessly.

He shoved it in her mouth and started to pump back and forward, Debbie gagged as she felt it hit the back of her throat, the tears streamed down her face as she fought for breath.

Again it didn't take much for him to spew his come into her mouth and again her only choice was to swallow it down.

"That's a good girl," he panted heavily, "yes you're learning to be a good little whore." He wiped a globule of his come off the end of his dick and put it in her mouth. "Suck my fingers clean for me Debbie." He ordered

Mr. Groves looked at her clock and grinned. "Now look at that Debbie, it's only just twelve o'clock we've still got hours to play."

Debbie swallowed but didn't say anything.

"Would you like me to untie you for a bit Debbie?"

"Yes please Mr. Groves, I'll be a good girl and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Well for starters I think we'll leave your new toy right where it is." He reached out to untie her hands and she sat up with a little sigh of relief. She sat rubbing her wrists while Mr. Groves released her ankles.

"Now Debbie stand up and lift you skirt for me."

She did as she was told and Mr. Groves jiggled the little bottle around inside of her for a bit before pulling he knickers into position to keep it in place.

"That's a good girl, now you can go and make us some sandwiches for our lunch."

"What would you like Mr. Groves." She asked politely.

"Oh I don't know, cheese if you've got it I suppose."

She was buttering the bread when he came into the kitchen. "You've fastened your blouse." He snapped, "I didn't tell you that you could do that."

She dropped the knife and turned to him. "I'm sorry Mr. Groves, I never thought." She reached up to hurriedly undo the buttons.

"That's still an x on the chalk board." He lectured.

"But Mr. Groves I'd didn't know." She whined.

"No you took it for granted, and that is one of the bad habits that we need to break for you."

She lowered her head in shame. "Yes Mr. Groves." She whispered.

"Finish the sandwiches Debbie." He told her impatiently.

She made their lunch and sat opposite him at the kitchen table.

She felt terribly self conscious sitting there with her boobs hanging out and the little bottle stuck in her crotch. She nibred at her sandwiches but struggled to swallow them.

Mr. Groves had finished his and now he moved both of their plates out of the way.

"Come and sit over here Debbie." He ordered as he patted the table in from of him.

She perched on the edge of the table and tried not to react as Mr. Groves started to suckle on her nipples again, he shoved his hand between her legs and started to nudge at the little bottle. Debbie felt her head go back as she felt her body working itself into another orgasm.

His constant sucking and nibbling and nudging was just too much for her and she came again for him.

"Yes you do like it don't you girl." He smirked.

His mobile started to go and he swore savagely.

"Yes dear," he said sweetly as he answered the call. "I'll be right with you darling."

He hung up the phone and frowned at her. "I've got to go." He said abruptly. "What's your mum on tomorrow?"

"She's on the night shift." She told him sadly.

"Leave the back door unlocked and go to bed at ten o'clock." He ordered "wear that little nightie that I see on the washing line sometimes, and no underwear."

"Yes Mr. Groves."

"Debbie?"

She looked at him questioningly.

"Have you ever been fucked up the arse?"

She paled and looked at him with horror. "Oh no Mr. Groves!"

"Hmmm, maybe I'll put that on my 'to do' list." He murmured thoughtfully.

He closed the back door as he went and Debbie rushed over and slammed the bolt across, then she waddled upstairs and lay down on her bed.

Gently she pulled the bottle out of her and sighed in relief as it made a popping slurping kind of noise.

She rubbed her sore pussy trying to sooth it as she thought of the awful things he'd done to her. Her rubbing got faster and her breathing heavier and she moaned as she came again.

Standing up shakily she fastened her blouse and straightened her skirt. She walked over and opened her curtains to the bright sunshine. As she stood looking out her phone began to ring.

"Hello." She said absently.

"I know what you've been doing." The masculine voice whispered down the phone. "Did you like it when he did you on the kitchen table or did you prefer being tied to your bed?"

Debbie almost dropped the phone. "Who is this? What do you want?"

"Soon Debbie." The voices crooned "soon." The line went dead and Debbie let out a little sob.

Her curtains had been closed, how could anyone have seen what had been happening?

Debbie took a shower slipped into the little nightie and then lay sdown in her bed. She'd not been lying there for very long when she heard the back door being opened and then closed. She heard footsteps on the stairs and the murmur of voices and sat up pulling her sheet up to her chin.

She stared in terror as her door slowly opened and a dark head peeped around.

"God Mr. Groves you frightened me." She felt the rush of relief, which was ironic considering the things she knew he wanted to do to her.

He closed the door and came over to the bed where he switched on the lamp. He perched on the edge of her bed and eyed her seriously.

"Now then Debbie." He said quietly. "I've brought a visitor with me tonight."

Debbie looked at the door in panic and sat up further to protest.

"Calm down Debbie." Mr. Groves snapped. "He's a friend of mine and I owe him a favour."

"What's that got to do with me?" she asked resentfully.

He gave an exasperated little sigh. "If I lend you to him for a little while then I'm clear on the favour."

Debbie frowned and opened her mouth to talk. "And Debbie," Mr. Groves jumped in before she could speak, "this will be one of your sessions done."

He'd told her they'd have twelve sessions together and this would be their third leaving nine to do. "Two sessions." She bargained.

Mr. Groves scowled. "And you'll leave me alone for the rest of the weekend." She finished toughly.

His scowl deepened. "Two sessions." He nodded. "But I get a turn when my friend is done."

Debbie studied him for a moment and then nodded. "All right, but no games, no funny stuff, and most definitely no blow job." She said with distaste.

He sighed again and then nodded. "But I'm not letting you off on Sunday; you can have tomorrow to yourself."

"But mum's having her annual summer party on Sunday." She argued.

Mr. Groves nodded his head again. "Yes I remember, I have plans for that."

"What?" she frowned.

"We'll discuss it later Debbie." He said impatiently. "My friend is waiting."

"All right." she sighed, "What do you want me to do."

He gave a little grin. "Just stay there and be a nice little girl for him."

"I'm 22 years old not a little girl!" she said resentfully.

"You know what I mean Debbie." He patted her cheek and then got up to leave.

Debbie lay waiting, she didn't have too wait long. Her bed room door slowly opened again and as she sat up the man came in. Her first thought was it's the wrong time of year for Santa.

But this man was not jolly. He was big and fat and had the silvery hair and the bushiest beard she'd ever seen, but he had a dignity to him that more reminiscent of a college professor.

He closed the door and came and sat by the side of her bed.

He stroked her hair gently. "My! You're a pretty young thing aren't you?" he whispered.

Debbie looked into his eyes and new exactly what he wanted of her. "Please sir," she whispered timidly, "please don't hurt me."

He smiled gently at her. "Oh my dear I won't hurt you. In fact if you are a good girl and do as I ask you to do, you might enjoy it."

He lifted her arms so that they were over her head and slowly pulled the cover down.

"Oh yes!" He heaved a sigh.

He gently massaged her breast through her nightie, and Debbie gave out a little groan.

"That's a good girl," he whispered as his hand moved down to the hem of her nightie. Ever so slowly he lifted it up gradually revealing her naked body to him. At last he could see all that she was and he gave another shaky little sigh. He ever so gently pinched at her nipples and Debbie arched sorry. "Oh sir," she whispered.

"Yes girl, yes that's it." He murmured as his head came down to nuzzle on her. His beard tickled at Debbie in some very strange places and she shuddered.

He lifted his head to look at her and then began to kiss down the length of her. His beard beating a path as he went. He slowly climbed on to her bed so the he was lying over her, his arms taking his weight so that he wouldn't crush her. As he moved down her she was dimly aware of him fumbling around at his belt as he gently parted her legs. He stroked her there for a little while as he rubbed himself. Then suddenly his head was between her legs and Debbie let out a little squeal.

He was licking at her and sucking and even occasionally biting at her. He beard though, he beard was everywhere! Tickling at her groin, and brushing the inside of her thighs scratching and brushing against her.

As he carried this assault out on her he was vigorously rubbing at his hard cock, at last with a mighty groan he pulled tight on his dick and powerd his tongue as deep inside her as he could.

Debbie gave another squeal as she felt this slimy wet invasion and then came all over his bushy white beard.

"Sit up little girl." He whispered shakily moments later, "I have something for you."

Debbie sat up and made to lower her nightie.

"No leave it." He ordered her. He held his hand out to her palm up and Debbie looked to see what he was holding.

In the middle of his large palm was a pool of his semen still frothy and probably warm.

"Now then little girl." He whispered softly, "I want you to slowly lick this up for me." She looked at him for a moment and he gave her a gentle little smile. "And take your time dear, there's no rush."

As Debbie cupped his hand in hers and bent to lick the gooey mixture he began to play with her nipples again, pinching and twisting them gently.

By the time she had swallowed up the last of his semen and he stood up to leave her, Debbie was feeling wired for action.

"Good bye little girl." The man said softly from the door.

"Good bye sir." She whispered back.

She heard the murmur of voices and their tread on the stairs, and a few moments later the back door opened and then closed again.

As she heard the stairs creaking she rolled over on to her tummy and waited.

"Debbie," Mr. Groves said softly. "Debbie turn over."

"No!" she mumred. "I won't."

She felt the air hit her back and legs as he pulled the cover off her.

His hand stroked up the back of her legs and between her thighs, he rubbed at the wetness there for a little while and then she heard him fumbling with his clothes.

He powerd her legs apart and knelt between them. "If this is what you want girl then so be it." He muttered as he thrust into her. He pulled at her hips so the she was almost kneeling as he fucked her hard. His hand snaked around and he grabbed at her breast. "Finger yourself Debbie." He panted.

Debbie lowered her hand to her pussy and started to stroke. She stopped suddenly and reached behind to gently grab at his balls. "Do you like that Mr. Groves?" she whispered spitefully. "Shall I do it harder to you?"

"Yes Debbie, that's it, dig your nails in. Ohhh!" he tensed as he came inside of her and squeezed tightly on her boobs.

Debbie collapsed on the bed having not reached a climax of her own.

She rolled over onto her back and looked at the man leaning over her. "Now look what you've done Mr. Groves." She said accusingly. "You've made me all dirty." She lifted her nightie so that he could see his come dribbling from her little pussy. "I think you need to lick it clean for me."

He gave her a dirty little grin as his head slowly lowered and he started to lap at her wet pussy. "Oh yes Mr. Groves, like that." She dug her hands into his hair and bucked her hips spreading her legs wide to give him better access. "Yes!" she groaned, "oh yes like that!"

His tongue went deeper and deeper until suddenly she came again all over his face."

She sat up her legs shaking and her chest heaving, and straightened her nightie.

She brought her knees up and rested her chin on them as she watched Mr. Groves getting dressed. His face still looked slick from where she had come on him.

"About Sunday?" she asked quietly.

He finished dressing and then sat down on the bed. "Wear your skirt and top again." He ordered, "And no underwear."

"But that skirt is very short." She frowned. "I won't dare to bend down."

He grinned at her. "At some point during that party Debbie I'm going to fuck you, and I don't need to be fumbling around with you knickers to do it."

"But everyone will be there!" she gasped. "My mum!" she looked at him in horror. "Your wife will be there! Someone could catch us!"

He leaned forward his eyes bright with excitement. "Yes I know Debbie!" he whispered.

She thought that he was going to kiss her, but suddenly he stood up and wandered over to the door. "Goodnight Debbie." He called softly. "Sleep well and have a good day tomorrow."

She curled up in her bed and tried to drift off to relax. Suddenly her phone started to ring and she reached out her hand to pick it up.

"Hello" she yawned tiredly.

"I thought that Santa clause only came to good little girls." The voice whispered to her.

Debbie sat up her heart beating in her chest. "Please leave me alone." She pleaded with the telephone.

"But Debbie you know that you love it!" the voice said knowingly. "You need the dirtiness of it all."

"No!" she whimpered knowing it for the truth.

"We'll be together soon Debbie."

The line went dead, and Debbie switched off the phone, and shoved it in a drawer slamming it too. She lay down and let the tears fall on her cheeks. She was nothing more than a slut, she knew it, Mr. Groves knew it and even her telephone knew it!

Debbie had dressed in the little skirt and top as ordered, but her mum frowned at her with disapproval. "Honestly Debs! Haven't you got anything else to wear?"

Debbie shook her head. "Not really mum, besides I like this skirt and top, I think that they look nice."

"But you look a bit," her mum tilted her head as she studied her. "Well a bit trashy if you must know." Her mum finished on a sigh.

Debbie gave a resentful little sniff and stalked out of the kitchen. She went into the back garden to place a stack of plates on the garden table. And then she sat on the wooden bench with a little sigh.

She felt weird not wearing any knickers under her little black skirt, but she had been told to do this and she didn't dare to disobey.

"Good evening Debbie."

Debbie's head came up and she blushed guiltily, "good evening Mrs. Groves, Mr. Groves."

The older lady smiled at her from her chubby face and lifted a chubby arm to wave to her.

Mr. Groves just looked at her knowingly.

"You stay and chat with Debbie dear, while I go and talk with Mrs. Parker."

Debbie heard the older woman with a gulp of fear and a twist in her gut. She watched as the slimy little man came over to her.

"So how are you tonight Debbie?" he asked her with a smirk.

"I'm fine Mr. Groves, how are you?" she asked politely as she wiped a sweaty palm down her skirt.

He leaned forward a little and lowered his voice. "Did you keep you knickers off?"

"Yes Mr. Groves," she mumred as she looked around. She could hear voices in the house and knew that people were arriving for the party but at this moment they had the garden to themselves.

"Show me you cunt Debbie." He suddenly commanded vulgarly.

Debbie spread her legs and lifted her skirt to give him a quick look and he sniggered.

"Go on then Debbie, stroke it for me."

She gave another quick look around and then proceeded to rub at her pussy for him.

"I want to see you do that as often as possible tonight Debbie, and when I'm ready I'll give you the fuck of your life."

He sniggered again and then turned to walk away. Debbie pulled her skirt back into place with a shaky little sigh.

Mr. Groves passed several people as he went into the house, and before long the garden was a hive of activity.

There were people everywhere, but that didn't seem to deter Mr. Groves. Every so often he would come over to Debbie and shielding her from other people he would say "now Debbie."

Debbie would dutifully put her hand under her skirt and finger her clitoris, and give a pained little gasp as Mr. Groves would suddenly back away leaving her on full display to any one who might be looking.

He timed it to perfection, always seem to know when the attention was elsewhere, no one caught her, but Debbie felt her nerves were in shreds.

At one point Debbie found herself on the far side of the table as she handed plates and things to people. She smile shakily as Mr. Groves came and stood next to her, chatting calmly whilst he loaded a plate with food. Suddenly there was a lull at the table as everyone seemed to have food and they were alone there.

"What a lovely evening this is Debbie." Mr. Groves said cheerfully, he picked up a piece of celery and handed it to her. "Seamister that for me please." He requested calmly.

Debbie took it from him and with a quick furtive look around she put it under her skirt and rubbed it along her clit.

She handed it back to him and he bit into it. "Very nice Debbie."

As he walked behind her he pinched her bottom, "be ready for me Debbie, it won't be long now."

The party was coming to a head and it would soon be time for the fireworks. Debbie remained firmly behind that table doing her best to be invisible.

"Hurry up everyone it's nearly time." Some one called as everyone made there way to the top of the garden.

Debbie turned to follow but Mr. Groves hand on her arm stopped her. "No Debbie, we stay here." He ordered from the shadows where he was hiding.

"Aren't you coming to watch Debbie?" a young man called with a friendly grin.

Debbie powerd a smile. "Not yet Rick, I'll be up in a bit."

"Suit yourself." He shrugged as he left her alone with her pervy next door neighbour.

"Bend forward a little bit for me Debbie and lift up your skirt." He whispered from the shadows.

She did this and gasped as he grabbed her roughly around the waist and pushed his hard cock violently inside of her.

He went at it hell for leather pumping away hard and fast, all the time he rubbed at her clitoris and called her a dirty little tramp and filthy little whore.

As she felt him come inside of her she climaxed herself with a little sob. She slumped forward over the table as he came out of her.

"Go inside Debbie and put some knickers on." He ordered her nastily. "Everyone keeps looking at you and saying what a little slut you look like." She looked at him with something close to hate before fleeing inside and running to her bedroom. She slammed the door too and turned the lock in the door.

She would not return to that party, she fumed silently. She was done with it and this whole god damned neighbourhood!

The house fell silent as everyone left and Debbie heard her mum calling her.

"There you are love." She looked at her flower questioningly, "what happened to you?"

"I got a bit of a head ache after all those fireworks, so I went to my room for some peace and quiet."

"Oh I'm sorry about that love." Her mum gave her a little hug, something she'd not done for years.

"It was such a good party, and everyone kept saying how pretty you looked and how helpful you were being. I was so proud of you tonight Debs." He mum finished fondly.

"Thanks mum, but I didn't do that much."

"You did enough love." Her mum smiled at her. "Now why don't you go to bed and we can sort this mess out tomorrow."

"Oh are you back on nights then?" Debbie asked her casually.

Her mum pulled a little face. "Yes all week." She sighed in resignation, and then looked at her flower with a little concern. "You'll be alright on your own won't you Debs?"

Debbie gave a little laugh. "Oh yes I'll be arelax so I'll be fine." She lied.

"Good." He mum gave her a kiss on the cheek and led her up the stairs. With a quiet goodnight they parted on the landing and Debbie went to her bed room.

She sat on the edge of her bed thinking, with her mum on nights she just knew that Mr. Groves would want to take advantage of that. She gave a little sigh and got ready for bed, she was in his debt so there was really nothing she could do about it. He'd said twelve sessions and they had now done five, so that left seven more times where he could indulge himself with her. She could handle that, she thought to herself. After all some of it had been quite exciting. She was getting quite good at playing his game and getting something out of it for herself. She smiled secretively as she climbed into her bed, it had been a long and stressful day and she was shattered, it had also been stimulating and she had learned something about herself.

She curled up in bed with a happy little yawn, people had liked her, they had thought that she was nice and her mum had been proud of her. It had been a good day.

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Your Turn


"It's your turn tonight."

"I know."

"See anyone you like?"

"I'm looking."

"What about that guy at the bar?"

"Yea, nice, but maybe too young?"

"Hey, he's alone, and he's probably horny. If you like him, give it a try. You always underestimate yourself. "

"You're prejudiced."

"That's true. Now go on, you deserve it. "

"OK."

"I'll pretend I'm leaving. Wait about five minutes. "

"OK."

I am a lucky man. My 30 year old wife Janice not only looks sexy, she is sexy. By that I mean she likes sex almost as much as I do, and she likes variety. From the very beginning of our relationship we agreed not to be jealous or possessive, as long as we didn't keep secrets and came home to each other.

At first we didn't talk about our affairs, but one night while making love I asked her to describe in detail a prior sexual experience. At that point she was very aroused and after my second request she began telling me what she and her last lover did to each other. I felt jealous at first, but then I began to get more and more excited. When she saw the effect it was having on me, she began adding more and more details. My imagination was stimulated along with my body, and the combination was incredible. I encouraged her to tell me how she had felt, and as she did so we both reached a peak higher than ever before.

Afterwards we talked about how bringing in the images of the other man had brought us so close and enhanced our sexual experience. She admitted that telling me had helped her get rid of some guilt feelings and freed her to open up more. I acknowledged that I had been feeling jealous, even though I had always denied it, but that her telling me in an exciting way had somehow cleared the air and made us closer. We could now put sex in a place where we could both enjoy it without having it undermine our commitments to each other.

From that night on we agreed to share our sexual fantasies and experiences. Soon we found out that the best sex was when we were both participating in turning fantasy into reality. That was the beginning of the adventures that we called "your turn".

The permister whose turn it was got to pick the evening and set the stage. The other permister had to go along with whatever drama developed. Tonight she had chosen a fancy hotel in the big city. We had driven in earlier in the day and gotten a luxury room. The hotel had a nightclub with live music and comfortable, private seating. It was just the kind of place she liked, and there were always attractive men and women staying there alone on business trips. I had chosen the same place on one of my "your turn" evenings.

She had taken a long time dressing in our room before we went down to the nightclub. Part of our ritual was I would watch her dress and comment on what I thought made her look the sexiest. We both wanted her to look sexy, but not slutty. It could be embarrassing if men thought she was a prostitute, although she said she expected that would happen sometime. I was not allowed to touch her while she got dressed. In fact, I was not allowed to touch her at anytime during the day when it was "her turn" until she gave me permission.

It was about ten o'clock when we entered the nightclub. There were maybe fifteen couples and half a dozen single people at the bar. The band consisted of a piano, a base guitar, and a drum and they were playing slow, very danceable music. We found a table in the middle opposite the bar.

"I'm leaving now. Good luck."

"Thanks, Charles."

I loved the sly smile and the look of excitement in her eyes. The nights when it was "her turn" were almost as good as the ones when it was "my turn". As I say, I am a lucky man.

When I came back into the nightclub about half an hour later, the young man from the bar was sitting at the table with my wife. They were smiling and laughing and obviously enjoying each other's company. My wife saw me come in and go to the bar, and she nodded ever so slightly. The guy was too busy trying to look down her cleavage to notice.

My return was the signal for my wife to turn up the heat. She did it by putting her hand on top of the guy's hand on the table, and then leaning her face up next to his ear to whisper something. He obviously liked the feeling of her hot breath on his ear, and he returned whatever the secret was by putting his lips up to her ear. After some more laughter and my wife thrusting her pert tits at him, she got up and headed for the ladies room. By leaving her purse on the table, she clearly let him know that she was coming back.

I observed him watching her as she swayed her hips moving across the room. At one point she looked back at him over her shoulder and smiled. From the expression on his face I knew she had set the hook deep.

He was staring off into space when I came over and sat down at the table.

"Excuse me, but could I talk with you a minute?"

"Uh, ok, sure."

"Now I don't want you to get alarmed and think there is going to be any trouble, but that is my wife you have been flirting with."

"What? You're nuts, she said she is here on a business trip. Alone. "

"I know that's what she said. It was our way of getting to meet you. "

"What do you mean? Why would you want to meet me? "

"So we could have fun together."

The look that came over the guy's face was priceless. His mouth dropped open in surprise and his body tensed. He had never expected something like this. I could see he was at once apprehensive and intrigued.

"I don't believe you."

"I didn't think you would, so I am going to show you. You see my wife coming back from the ladies room? She is not going to come to this table, but she is going to the bar, where she will wait until I signal her to come over here. "

Janice was looking at both of us as she went to the bar and sat down. She positioned herself so she could see us at the table, and also so that she could expose a lot of gorgeous leg.

"Well, do you believe me now?"

"This is really weird."

"Not so weird. Life is an adventure. It's just that most people are too hung up to experience all of it. My wife and I like the excitement of meeting attractive strangers and getting to know them real fast".

"I don't know about this. What is supposed to happen now? "

"It's simple. If you are as intrigued as I think you are, you just have to say you want to party with us and my wife will come over. We will have some more takes; get to know each other, maybe a little dancing. But you must realize that my wife likes you and she will be very friendly. It this bothers you, just say so, and we will leave you alone. "

"It still sounds too good to be true. Must be some kind of scam. "

"Yea, I can see how you might think that. I probably would too. But if you keep your wallet in your pocket, and don't tell us your real name, how can we scam you? "

"All right, I am intrigued enough to see what happens. But don't be surprised if I seem a little paranoid. "

"Fair enough. I will signal my wife. "

I raised my hand and wiggled a finger at Janice, who smiled and slid off of the bar stool, never taking her eyes off of the handsome stranger. For his part, he looked from her to me and shook his head like he was trying to wake up from a dream.

"Well, I see you've met my husband, she said as he she sat down very close to him."

"Yes, you are full of surprises."

"You aint seen nothin yet," she laughed. "The next thing I'm going to do is give you a name—not your real name, but your name for tonight. That way you will free to leave behind your every day self and be the permister of your fantasies. What do you think of that?"

My wife liked to play with their heads as well as their bodies.

"Sounds interesting," he said.

"Ok, you look like a William to me, very composed and aristocratic. But we will see what is under that "William" exterior."

Before he could respond to that, I said: "Please to meet you, William." "My name is Charles. I will be a part of this little drama, playing whatever part Janice wants me to."

At this point William took a big swallow of his take and looked like he did not know what to say. Janice had a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she made her plan on how she was going to cokes William's true sexual nature out into the open. I had no doubt she could do it.

"Let's get a good bottle of wine and move to that booth in the corner. It looks a lot more comfortable," she said

My job was to make things happen for her, and I immediately waved the waiter over and told him to bring a good white wine, a good red wine, and a bottle of Champaign to the table in the corner.

Janice stood up and took William by the arm. "Have you had dinner yet, William?" she asked.

I marveled at her technique. The question powerd William to think about his answer, rather than agonize over whether he should allow this strange woman to lead him to a dark corner.

"Not really," he said. "I had planned to go to the dining room after a few takes here in the bar."

"Not necessary," she said. "We can order some food with our takes. It's much cozier here than in the dining room."

"Waiter, can you please bring us a food menu?" I said. I knew this ploy of my wife's would make it difficult for William to leave before he had eaten the food he had ordered. By that time he would have had many takes and Janice would have him on fire.

We settled into the soft leather seats of the booth. It was semicircular in shape, and Janice arranged us so that she was in the middle. There was plenty of room, so we could all look at each other as we talked. The starched while tablecloth hung down almost to the floor.

The three bottle of wine arrived promptly, with many goblets for uncontaminated tasting. The thoughtful waiter also brought a plate of various cheeses and crackers. Apparently it was clear to him that we were there for some serious takeing. We each chose our favorite wine and filled a glass.

"Let's toast to adventure and getting the most out of life," said Janice with a big smile. We all lifted our glasses, clinked them together, and drank. William seemed to be getting more into the spirit of things. As always, I was fascinated by the process. I wondered what Janice would do next. She was leading us, and both William and I were content to let her.

"Now William," she said, "you understand that Charles has agreed to go along with whatever drama I want to create tonight, as long as he is included. You are not ready to make such an open-ended commitment, because you don't know us and have never been in a situation like this. But you are intrigued enough to play along to see what will happen. Am I right?"

William smiled broadly and nodded his head. He moved forward in his seat, his body tense as he waited to hear what she would say next. The whole situation reminded me of being in the theater after a suspenseful first act, anxiously awaiting the curtain to go up for the second act.

Janice locked her eyes on William's and continued to draw him in. "Normally when we meet new people we talk about where we are from, what sort of work we do, our families, etcetera, etcetera. It is a comfortable pattern, and we seldom get out of it. But Charles and I decided to add some excitement to our lives by occasionally meeting new people on different terms, getting past their shells and tapping into their basic natures."

"You mean like at a costume ball where people can hide behind their masks and reveal their true passions?" William asked.

"Exactly," said Janice, smiling in a way that let him know she was pleased he had understood. "Only this is better, because there is no mask to accidentally fall off. You are completely anonymous and safe. You can indulge yourself in anyway you want with no consequences other than taking an exciting memory back to your regular life."