Shokushu High School

I jump ahead in time....a new member to the cast.

Julia was having fun working the blackjack table as she always did on these weekend nights. It came from having a photographic memory and a talent for numbers, an ability that had been woefully underused in school. Boys had been the target then, nothing more than an object to her, something to conquer, use, and discard. Not that any of them had ever complained…she gave them what they wanted, a tall gorgeous piece of meat that let them fuck her. Yeah, now she took their money as well and wondered why she hadn’t learned the tricks of the trade earlier. But then daddy had always provided her with the monetary enticements that kept her mouth closed and other things open.

The boorish men sharing her table were a different matter altogether from the boys at school. They were all different sizes and ages….none too bright, and none to rich. She had already suffered through several indignities, the hand grouping her knee up under the table, the foot working its way up her leg and between. Those assaults had been quietly, quickly, and firmly dealt with, to hell with the notion of allowing them any fun at her expense. No, she was not like Shania or Raven, not at all….some things just went beyond the acceptable, even for someone in training. The men still leered, but leering cost her nothing and so she allowed them their fun while their money slowly became hers…so to speak.

The construction workers were talking like they always did, men, masculine and full of testosterone driven pride. They deserved everything they got for being too stupid to realize what they were dealing with. They thought she was just some dumb broad; little did they realize she was rich and smart….oh, they could tell she was attractive and of that there was no doubt. The little red dress was hugging her just right; it was a perk of the job to get some great garments custom made for you. Needless to say, it did wonders for her tall lithe frame. There wasn’t a man in the room that was going to ignore the way she looked. That said, the current feigned indifference on their part had to be a clear farce.

For now they just played cards and kind of ignored she was there. It was one of the best ways to really piss her off, including her in an off hand way into their conversation on the feigned virtues of the females in the room, a scene consisting exclusively of Shania, Raven and herself. The conversation was for her sake mostly; obviously they didn’t know her very well. It was tough competing for center stage with a 9^th circle pleasure slave, not that they knew what it really meant. Even when she watched Shania move about the tables she got turned on. One might suppose Shania wasn’t even trying to receive the attention she was getting; it seemed to just come naturally to her. Bringing her mind back to the game at hand and looking over the table it was easy to conclude that the night was almost done. The stack of chips in front of each man was down to a few mere tokens….no not long now.

Frankly, that was all right. It was getting late and the first workers had already left the saloon to get some shut eye before the early morning hours and another day starting up in this godforsaken old town in the middle of nowhere. The place was depressing, the heat and dust of it could suck the life right out of you. How she had agreed to come here was a mystery to her own mind, a night of too much alcohol, stunningly new, and wondrous, long repressed feelings. Sensations new and unknown at the time, that even now only came and went in fits, an awakening that had yet to take firm hold of her body and mind. Knew that she was better than the other two girls, yet they got the most attention…it was enough to drive a normally healthy girl to homicidal thoughts. ‘Keep your mind on the game…almost over…girl’, she thought to herself…’maybe tonight Shania would be up for some entertainment.’

“I’ll bet that little blonde haired filly couldn’t handle the likes of me”, A boast for the benefit of the table. Perhaps even another off-hand play at her. She’d have rather been the center of attention, reveling in it when she was. Pride didn’t change the fact she had to admit that Shania did much better at gaining the attention of the men, but then she didn’t have to voice it to them. It wasn’t fair that the blonde moved and worked the men better than any girl she had ever known. Wasn’t that long ago that she was the one that worked the parties and had her fill of any boy at one.

Wasn’t fair that it wasn’t just limited to men…she had fallen for the little blonde herself that night long ago. “Well, if you’re that interested in finding out, why don’t you just ask her….” She was mad and taking a swipe at the idiot was not a bad way to go. The cards rolling through her fingers sounding like an angry swarm of bees as she played with them. She wasn’t shuffling them, just flipping up the corner as she waited the men’s next moves. A good dealer wouldn’t have been fidgeting, but she was just waiting for them to blow their wad so she could go get into a bed….

“Dave, you ain’t got nutting on me…now if the little lady would give me a card…” A smile for her benefit, she smiled back, trying to figure out how to work their attention back to her. With a deft flick of the wrist the card went out, bad move, odds were now four to one that he was going over…hell it meant he had a three with the Jack that was showing; otherwise he was stupid to take the hit.

She ran over the cards in her mind, let’s see the ones out of play…fours, fives, sixes, eights….he could tie with a seven and even then the house still won…it was too easy. ”Queen and the jack makes 20….you have?”

“Damn I’m out...22…damn cards”

Four decks of cards in the bin and she could tell you every card that was left…it was too easy. When she controlled the table the house almost always won, maybe not each hand…but the nightly take was always positive. Flipping the houses cards with a small flourish of fingers and wrist, pulling in the bets once again, smiling the plastic smile for all their benefits she almost had them…one more round. This group made easy marks, every one of them was now badly in the whole, and none of them had complained. All you had to do was show a little leg, smile, and maybe lean forward if it really started looking bad. Men were soft, simple, and easily parted from their money.

Fewer men now, the shadows watched from the windows, the master did not allow them to be seen by the men. It was best that way. The entity watched as well through a dozen eyes. Proud of what his mistress was accomplishing. The blackjack table though held most of his present interest. That slave was trouble, sheer vain pride was written on her face…not a good sign, it needed a change…yet she had been intractable, most of the time unable to leave the frozen state she dwelt in. Shania had assured him she would loosen and become a firecracker…he was losing faith in his mistress and her ability to find him the slaves he would need. This her second attempt was not working nearly as well as the first. Time was running out….

“Well that does me in”

“Damn, me too, my girl is not going to be none to happy when I get home with half the money I promised”, a nervous laugh.

“I don’t s’pose that now you’ve done cleaned us out ‘gain you’d play sum strip poker…” grin, leering, hoping to see her without the little red dress she wore at the card table when she was working. Dangerous man this one, older and crafty, looking for cheap thrills. She’d see to wiping that smirk off his face soon enough.

“I suppose a…friendly…game would be alright”, obvious emphasis on ‘friendly’, letting it drip with honey and spice, and of course everything nice.

Yes, they where wanting to see her out of her dress….of course there was not much more to see when the dress went, it was that small. Julia thought about the dress. She liked the shortness, the way it showed off what was the best of her assets, filled it out well and appreciated the way it played off her red hair. Her legs, ass and face defiantly caught the attention of many a man. Breasts were on the small size, but large enough with the right cut to get a little cleavage. The dress had the right cut, and was the right fabric….all soft expensive silk.

Shania had found the fabric for her, the girl had a 6^th sense it would seem, knew she would like it. Fire and warmth it said, she was cold as ice under it all, a wonderful paradox that she was only too well aware of….well, until she got a little warmed up and then she hurt you in the passion. None of them knew that, very few did. Men didn’t warm her up real well, probably the fault of her bastard of a father. The face slips its pleasant mask for a moment, which happens when she thinks about the bastard. She sees the looks across the table, puts on her best smile…hell, not like she hadn’t tried, been willing, was still willing.

A shaking of the head that set the red hair bouncing about her shoulders. Enough of that, clearing her mind to the task at hand, “We’ll mister, wouldn’t be fair for you, you only got at least four times as many items on, but you want to try we can go for it.” The master will probably be laughing at this one, if he did laugh that is….ignorant male as well she suspected…didn’t know for certain, only Shania and Raven had seen him and didn’t talk to her about it. That pissed her off as well, they came back all happy and content….miserable to be around afterwards and here she got the poor red-neck scum. Hell, make the best of it she thought; at least her father no longer graced her bed.

Looks and smiles, unmitigated male pride, sure of themselves even though several hundred dollars each in tokens now covered the area in front of her…”deal me in” a chorus of nods and ascents. She hated them for it, this pride, and lack of respect for whom and what she was. They all reminded her of her dear ole dad, the bastard that had introduced her to the ways of men. They reminded her of him, all ego and bravado, sure to be thinking that all she would want is to have them in her bed. Welcome them with open arms and open legs, consumed by their abilities to give her the best fucking of her life. They had all failed so far and had never known better; she’d had to fake a lot of orgasms. It had taken a woman to bring her off for the very first time. Well, she didn’t have to fake at cards. She would make them pay, just like the fact she was never going back home. Dad might run the town, even run her mom, but he was not going to run her, not anymore. Neither were these men.

“We need a new deck, would you like to unwrap it and cut?” All sweetness and honey, covering the way she truly felt. Acting being a definite possible future career after the basketball played out. Plastic covered cards exchanging hands, a lingering touch of fingers, speaking to something more? Let them think whatever they wanted. “Just so you boys know, I have on exactly three items; my shoes, my panty hose, and my dress….still want to chance it?” She glanced at each in turn; saw the surprise and the desire. Dad it said. Humiliate them it meant. Yeah, the master was right about that at least…the no underwear thing got them every time.

Cards came back unwrapped and cut, she dealt, “5 card draw… I’ll wager my shoes…to start it off….ante up boys” One foot out onto the table, showing a shapely long leg crowned by slender ankle, a small production as the clear high heal slipped from her narrow foot. Everything about her was long and narrow, that happened when you hit 5’ 11” and played basketball with the best of them. Work boots, big and dirty came off in a hurry, filling the table. Three more pairs, workers boots next to her slender clear 6” heals, it was a contrast that said much about the lives they had each chosen. She much preferred her shoes….in fact she liked shoes and felt they said a lot about people. The men’s said poor, working class stiffs to her. Her shoes spoke as well, they gave her height she didn’t need, but the men liked watching her and the other girls walk in them anyway. They shaped her calves into smooth full curves, and allowed her to look over the top of just about every man that she had ever met. They did have the draw back of being really hard to walk in, but if nothing else was working out with her training she was at least getting better at walking in the things.

“What you say you give the lady a chance on the first round and we only raise the bet once….you are gentlemen aren’t you…after all, if I lose their will only be one more item on me”. Let it sink in, sit-up, push those assets forward and then lean, cleavage prominent between the two firm little mounds molded together by the tight dress. The master did know his slaves bodies and the clothes that would work, if it was the effect you were after. Agreement all around, quickly given while watching her display of assets, men she thought. They were never going to see any of it….to bad for them. It took energy to stifle the laugh, but the time to gloat wasn’t right yet.

“Missy you ain’t gotta chance….” Laughter, but you could still hear the nervousness behind it.

“Oh, but if I do win, then I get to see your merchandise first hand. I’ll be able to tell you if the blonde can take it our not”. Winks for their benefit, letting them know she had listened to their all male chatter. They had no idea what Shania could do, but she did, had witnessed it first hand. It had sent her reeling and was why she was here now, not at that college she had a full ride scholarship too. It was alright so far, school was still two months off. In the mean time she wanted to have those skills, wanted to be the best, and still the master was unsatisfied with her progress. When she got there she would wrap any man around her finger that came close and he’d never know what hit him….she’d be the master and they would be her slave….kind of like the three buffoons that sat across from her.

“Missy you’re going down and you’ll just have to take my word for it, unless when you loose you want to play for more” the gaze said it all, about what more meant. More grins from all around…testosterone…Idiots she thought. She would show them, quickly, and leave them hung out to dry. Yes, it would serve them right; all that pride would just melt away in utter humiliation. She had learned enough from both her father and the training so far to wrap them around her finger and leave them burned by it. Time would tell just how much pain she could bring them.

“I’ll let you in on a dirty little secret about your little blonde dream…but first, how many cards?” She could see the interest written all over their faces, it kept every pair of eyes and their attention on her even if they were thinking of another…it was a good second best. She still controlled the stage and that was what life was all about.

“I’ll take three” Cards flashed out, fingers deftly working them in a rhythm both strong and sensuous. Came from having a ball in your hands almost all the time….no doubt they’d each like to have their balls in her hands. The bemusing twinkle hit her eyes for all to see, good thing they didn’t read minds.

“Give me two, little lady, I’m looking forward to seeing your fire…” a wink following the statement. More cards spill forth from her hands, rhythm unbroken, noticing the words, but not a hint of emotion to betray the fact from her face as she continues the plastic smile for all of them.

“Take five, my hand sucks” The unhappiness clear in the voice.

“And two for the dealer” Mind was in zone, not a glint of emotion, not even when three of the cards now matched…good odds, the first hand was always the worst, from then on calculating the odds got significantly easier.

“I’ll raise you my socks”. Smiling, enjoying the view and waiting to see more, cocky and sure, they all were. Socks hit the table, soiled and smelly, workman’s socks, not argils, not something that would speak of wealth and power.

She set down her cards, stood up. Might as well do a little show and tell for their enjoyment, it would keep them in the game till the bitter end… The dress was short to start with; better to show off those long legs. When she wore it she had to be careful when she bent over, otherwise she would flash those tightie whities….of course that only worked if you wore some. Most of the time the master had them go without. It also meant that when sitting she had to fold her legs over the top of one another very carefully, otherwise she was going to flash the world.

Hands moving downward as they smooth down the front of the dress in a production number designed to get male blood flowing. Having watched Shania numerous times she mimicked the movements as best she could. With just a little flip to hike the dress up an inch at the side then reaching around its hem to get to the top of the black fishnet nylon. A thick black top that almost rode even with her sex, standing in marked contrast with her pale skin. Knowing there would be tantalizing glimpses of what they were really after…seeing it register on their faces, clearly now, each of them fighting to not bend over to look up her dress and be obvious. Rolling the nylon down to a knee and then bringing the leg up, foot to the table top. Leaning over and pushing the wad of silk off over the foot. Eyes were all where she wanted them, scanning from knee to the valley between her breasts…yes; it would be easy to cheat these guys out of their clothes, some thing that was not beyond her in a friendly game…or otherwise. The other leg came next. She felt good when a stifled moan caught her ear….The effect was exactly what she wanted, what did the master know anyway, she had it and knew it. “So am I a real red head or not?” Looking into their eyes, watching them dart away…all except the old mans, he just sat smiling, “well don’t be coy, somebody mentioned something earlier about wanting to know.”

“whall, for a tall’un your fair skin sets off the little tail of red very nicely, not to say nuttin of the pink.” With a wicked smile the old man let her know the answer, making her want to throw something at him. Instead she decided to make him pay by throwing the cards on the table.

“There now, we are all even”, sitting, “lay ‘em on the table boys”.

“Two of a kind”

“I’m out”

“read um and weep missy, three eights” A chuckle,

“We’ll I’ll be.” Feigned, “That was close, three nines” a flash of eyebrows, thin arms pulling dirty boots and stinky socks off the table into a heap on the floor next to her. Stocking and heals disentangled from the rest with a few quick moves. “It is my lucky day…” cards collected, making a mental note of what’s out of play now. Next hand rolling off deft fingers, “you wanted to know more about the blonde over there,” Tilt of her head, three pairs of eyes leaving the table for a brief second to look, it was a good card on the bottom of the deck…if she needed it…”well I’ve bedded her.”

That got a start, “what….” sputtering mouths, eyes wide, looks exchanging between each of them then down …she could guess the thoughts that bounced through those skulls. Each of the men wondering now about truths and fictions, yes she could almost guess at what.

“Best fuck I’ve ever had in my life”, truth there, could see the looks, maybe not the right direction that one, knew she needed to change it up.

“Don’t worry she works both sides, prefers guys just like I do, but sometimes some guy gets lucky and gets two of us…”, a pause to let them put that fantasy into their thick heads, “I can tell you the little lady over there gets wet as can be, just drips from her, so who needs cards?” Emotion flicking across the eyes of each, she had thrown all of them off their game, reading them was getting easier. Cards went down, new ones replacing them. “I’ve put my finger in her tight little cunt and even as wet as she gets had to muscle my way out of that tight little pussy when she clenches down with it…”, wiggling a single slender finger before them for effect. It was working, but now was the time to turn the attention back to her.

Disbelief in eyes, “Ow, come on now you spect us to believe that?”

Probably had their dirty little fingers in a few tight wet young pussies in their lives, and unless they’d beat the odds would never have known what was possible for a woman to do. That came with training, or so they said, she defiantly wasn’t there yet.

“Doesn’t matter if you do” a pause for effect. “Just say we are all well trained…its why were here.” Then leaning in as if part of a conspiracy, that and letting them get a better view of the valley between her breasts, molded and held so nicely by the dress. “It is true…If you knew how to read the gold you would know that.”

“Read the gold?” Another question…

“Yeah, reading the gold. The more gold a girl has the higher the level of training, the better and more proficient in the arts.”

“What arts?”

She had their interest now. It was an interest that went beyond her body, directly to what she was telling them. That got her warm, the center of attention; it was everything she ever aimed to be…always in the center of the storm, that calm place in the eye of the hurricane. Wiggling in the warmth, she was feeling good inside, even a little happiness got through which, around men, was definitely a new feeling. “What do you bet? I’ve got three pairs of socks that I really don’t need on my side of the table…” And their minds were not wholly on the game, she was sure they wondered to thoughts of a young blonde and redhead sharing themselves in their bed.

Shirts, belts, and pants came off, a pile in the middle of the table. Their little table was now getting a few more looks from the few patrons still in the saloon at this late hour. Muttering around the room increasing perceptively, glances going in their direction as the other patrons watched the spectacle.

Quietly said, almost in a whisper, “The arts boys is the most ancient of professions, though most who call themselves professionals are just con artists….us girls, now we now our stuff.” Another pause, breathing in and pushing her chest forward against the fabric for effect before continuing anew, “A professional in the art and the blonde is one, works magic, something that once tasted you will yearn for the rest of your life. She has mastered muscles I’ll bet most of you boys never knew a woman had”. Louder, “I call you all, two pair, jacks over fives. Anybody that can do better gets one step closer to the dress.”

More bellows of disgust, cards slapping the tabletop. “Me thinks you is far to lucky missy…and this art stuff is bull.”

Cards fly for yet another round, “I wish you guys would win back the socks at least…The art stuff is real…” Three men in there sweaty dirty sweat streaked white t-shirts and boxers were definitely not a turn on….Might be good to just drop out of this one…

“So you have gold earrings…not much else…even you necklace isn’t gold like the other two….What’s that mean, you’re an accomplished listener of men…Cause if it is I don’t believe a word of it after sitting her listening to you.” Smug humor that got him a few laughs from the other men at the table, it was not going to endear him to her. Now she was angry….that hit one of her nerves. Had to calm down...think…breath. Could men be any denser she thought.

“Well you’re wrong, and after that comment you’ll just have to guess for yourselves.” She really wasn’t sure why she’d been given those earings. Suspected it was just a way of marking her as belonging.

“Anything other gold we should know about?”

Honest enough question, “Navel is pierced”, but it still pissed her off. She should have at least been able to earn the other rings; the ones that they didn’t see…maybe even had the tongue pierced. So far the smith had told her her technique was terrible, lack of passion, even after having her practice for days and taking her himself. Men…shadows, all the same, they were scum that used any excuse to get into a woman’s panties….not that she was wearing any anyway.

“Ok, how much gold does the blonde have?”

“Ask her, or better yet, give her a really good tip between all of you the next time she dances and I guarantee that more will come off and you can count for yourselves.” Blue eyes took in her hand, “Shit, I’m out of this one.” One pair of socks down…Give them a chance…play to their pride, next hand it was all over. Vowing to her self to really take them out and dump them hard…humiliation was not a bad idea.

Smiles all around…”Well then lets just see who has the high hand between us” three men against one woman was how it was going to be played…of course that had been obvious from the start. She was still up on them anyway. The questions had gone wrong though, too many about Shania, not enough about her….she was losing them to the blonde, well, they would have to pay for that and the insults.

Cards flew, probably for the last time. It could still be a tight round. Another pair of dirty socks into the kitty, she almost hated touching them. She did so with obvious distaste, a light pinch of her thumb and forefinger, with enough force to casually toss each one into the pile.

“Well boys ante up”, 2 shorts and a pair of socks hit the table…I tell you what if you have to get naked and I loose this round I’ll throw in the dress on the next round, Ok?” She heard the shift in the room, the lack of voices except hers.

Licked lips and eyes that would not meet hers were enough of an answer; she had them in the game till the end…even more so the nods confirmed it. Two pairs of eyes nervously watched their cards. They were going down, “So how many will it be this time?” Again cards flew, expressions changed. It was all she needed…”well, seeing as to how this has gone, I’ll raise the pile two pairs of socks and let you guys still play that can’t match”, a smile just for them. Underwear hit the pile, three naked men stood while the whole room stopped talking and watched.

“Well, lets see we were talking about stretching out something”, Dave was pretty well hung she thought to her self…Then in a whisper, “I’m afraid none of you is hung as a stud and she’s able to do one of them.” Flipping the cards and standing up….”you can have your clothes back, not that it was a pleasure.”

Laughing and applause from all over the saloon, only then letting the men realize the quiet that had preceded it. Three naked men looking around and realizing that all eyes were upon them, humiliation looms and slices to the bone, done in by the redheaded wench. Sputters, red faces marked the effect, Julia was almost ecstatic at it, she had been the center of attention for much more than just her table.

The entity thought, long and hard, she had overstepped herself yet again, and frankly had a lot of learning to do to even be at the point she thought she was at. Humiliation of the men that worked for him and his town was not going to do….She would pay…

Bending over and retrieving her stockings and shoes from the floor, straight legged so that they had a view of her sex lips between two toned muscled thighs below the hem of the short dress. A little view of what they would be missing, rubbing it in like salt on a wound. “Thanks for the game”. With that she starts to strut away, blonde hair moving like a whirlwind coming at her from her periphery. Oh damn, this was probably not going to be good….Yeap, the young blonde girl was coming at her on a deliberate interception course. Something in the expression upon her face told her that she was probably in trouble for something….oh hell, not again.

Blonde hair bouncing about those big green eyes in angry waves, the actions and intent easy to read, told her she was in more trouble than she had guessed. Eyes that said she was going to be doing something in the near future that she wasn’t going to like doing at first…at least till she warmed up to it, maybe. It made her mad that she didn’t have half the same amount of gold. Part of why she really wanted to slap the men down after that comment about how much gold she did have. She hated the iron collar, it said it all….the other two in their gold ones, and hell, there was nothing wrong with envy in her book.

Interesting, the order still in his mind but not going out to his servants, waiting and watching, his queen was taking over. Had noticed as well, this was good, perhaps only one really needed to be punished…maybe this changed things. Equations shifted, he watched and listened. Summoning the one he used for training as preparation for whatever might transpire.

“What did you just do…?” question and accusation all in one…rolled up on a ball and spat back at her.

“They wanted to play strip poker, I won”, Matter of fact, simple truth, “and no I didn’t cheat”, could have, had it set up, did not play into any of what she said, sometimes it was smart to avoid some words….”so what is wrong with that”

“You humiliated them; over something you should have just lost and let them have their fun.” Red on her cheeks now, mad as a hornet, this was not going well. “As a pleasure slave you serve the pleasure of others first and in so doing receive pleasure yourself.”

“I let them get a quick shot at the end; they still got something for free, I think that counts.”

“Oh, I think they are about to get a bunch more for free…..go outside, I’m sure the master will be waiting for you. Come back and tell me what we are to do…you know when you get in trouble it means we all get in trouble….”

“Yeah,….. yeah,….yeah, they got me mad too.”

“You know that doesn’t matter, they are allowed too, you are not.” Sounding exasperated now, not sure how to deal with a wayward slave, but Shania was sure to be able to deal with the men.

“And that isn’t fair”

“Life isn’t fair and speaking of fair…what else did you tell them…the whispering…the looks in my direction? What got you mad?”

“I told them they weren’t hung well enough to stretch you after seeing you with a horse”, A smile at the jibe.

“It doesn’t bait me Julia, I enjoy it and know I do…I accept that, some day you will too…..” Chest rising and falling as she breaths before continuing, “Go and find out what we will have to do, I’ll talk to them in the meantime”, a turning of the back, ultimate dismissal by the lady in charge, a fellow slave to boot. Julia hating what that made her in the peaking order.

Positive development, yes it was, his little mistress was in charge and making the correct observations and recommendations. He would deal with the wayward one and send her back in, a present to these men that worked for him and his queen.

A lithe figure moves towards the men as they put back on their grungy clothes. She seems so much more girl than woman at first glance, but it all changes when their eyes reach her chest and take in the bounty that she is offering. Her body sways gentle as honey pouring from a jar. Not a beat is missed, weight shifting between her hips with each step. Lean legs step over one another in a straight line on high heal shoes designed to accent every curve of her legs as she struts her way toward the table they stand around. Getting dressed has become a second priority as they watch her move. Those still left in the saloon pick up their former conversations as they head for the door, the nights entertainment done, the hour late, and the saloon closing. Somehow they remain above the show happening in the room with them. Black hair swirls around them, ushering them out of the door, laughing….no one looks back.

The three do not join the exodus, instead they watch; watch a girl as if mesmerized, utterly unaware of the hour, time no longer mattering. The spider slowly spins the web of her presence trapping the men inside it, not that they ever realize the strands of magic that encircle them. Movement comes in tempo to each heartbeat, moves forward as if each of them was the last man on earth. They all have to really wonder if what they have heard is true. Each of them feels the heat, the subtle shift of temperature in the room. Magic? Maybe their own, maybe hers, but to admit such would lend credence to what the bitch of a red head had said. Yet, her walk is enough to start the fires in each of them as one leg then the other reveals itself for a moment in time from the top of a hip to the bottom of the toes, then slides back behind the long slit of the black dress running up each side of her body. The movements almost like a dance in elegance, three men slowly getting hard just watching, no longer trying to pull on clothes, the swell within underwear growing more conspicuous with each of her steps.

Capturing the attention of their stares, she proceeds to their table, watching the mouths agape in wonder. A demure smile, evidence of the understanding of the power she wields, but chooses not to use against them. A gentle swell and bounce to the bottoms of her firm, full, round breasts as the uncovered flesh peaks from under the cut of the dress that reveals a large diamond of flesh across her bare midriff front, plunging tantalizingly close to the base of her pubic bone. The fabric of the dress barely covers the top of each breast as it cuts diagonally across the firm mounds to leave the bottoms hanging out, their firmness obvious by the fact that they had not yet bounced free of their confines. Though the figure is way too small in stature, barely over 5’ 7” in the five inch heals she commands a presence that is larger than the red head’s that has just so thoroughly humiliated them. None of them thinks about it, so entrapped by the invisible silken strands she has spun about them. She can smell the effect, can smell the tension, sweat, and sweet…sweet pheromones of lust and future sex.

The gold draws their eyes, wondering what the truth is and what the fiction may be. She is bedecked by it, gold earrings that form large hoops hand from her ears. The gold collar about her neck studded in diamonds and emeralds that catch the green of her eyes would make a queen envious of their obvious worth. Not the accoutrements of a slave, no, that part had to have been a lie each think in turn…..still…..could it be true, a small hope maybe. The gold goes on, in her clearly visible belly button rides another gathering of strands upon which sparkle diamonds. Still it doesn’t stop there, gold on ankles, on toes, even a golden serpent that runs twining about her upper arm, and large emerald of deep green glittering in its own eye, a green that matches her own. Strangely not a ring in sight, she is single, unattached.

The scent of strawberries arrives in front of her. Strawberries to go with the crème of her skin and hair, strawberries and cream, making their mouths water with the though of tasting the delight they find before them. Hair of spun gold with streaks of fire picked up by the lanterns that provide the light. “Gentlemen, I apologize about the dealer, as a simple sign of our hospitality I ask that you stay past closing time. I’m sure by then there will be some sort of compensation worked out by the mas….management. Till then I will answer any questions that have come up in your conversations with the dealer.”

Still they stare as if heaven has sent an angel, unmoving. “You like the dress….”, turning slowly letting at sway to show off her legs, “I wear it for your benefit….if it is not suitable something else can be found.”

“Ah, nooo, ah its good….very good” eyes wide in appreciation.

Shania smiles: large and bright, a perceptible increase to the shimmering light in this area of the room. Green eyes capture each of theirs in turn, something sensual dances within them, a smoldering fire ready to be let free. She sits on the edge of the chair, one leg up on its seat, visible from toes to the top of the thigh. Totally natural position, like it is an everyday occurrence for a beautiful woman to show a leg, topped with a band of black marking the end of the hose that sits high upon her shapely thighs. The dress is long, almost touching the ground as she walks, jet black silk with golden dragons running up its edges, edges that cut upwards from bottom hem to the top of each hip. It hangs about her and hugs the curves that are all woman, laying perfectly on her skin, not a hint of something underneath….just like sheer black oil. The dresses color in direct contrast with the golden hair in its soft waves that hangs like a halo about her head and shoulders. Lesser men would whimper like dogs with a bitch in heat nearby. In unison three minds arrive at the same conclusion, she too wears nothing under that exquisitely crafted silken dress….simply can’t, not with the way it flows over her skin.

A gradual shifting as the body comes to rest on elbows, leaning forward onto the table. Every move of hers is sensual, none of them showing the slightest tightness of muscles, all natural and fluid. Breasts come forward pressing against the loose silky fabric, points from nipples hard and firm beneath, something more as well. No bra lines and still so firm and full. The china dress barely covers the mounds as the open diamond in the front lets each breast bottom show through.

“So what are your deepest desires, ask me….perhaps they will come true this night”

Three pairs of eyes show a reaction as the glint of gold shows upon her tongue with each word she utters. A dawning recognition of a tongue pierced… another piece of gold. In a mouth crowned by full red lips, lips that look like they should enwrap you, ready to provide exquisite delight. One of them shakes his head as if to awaken from the dream…Could it be true what they say about women that have a pierced tongue?

“She said things about you?”, A question, not really wanting to specify yet begging to know…probably wanting to be polite.

“Probably all true, she really doesn’t lie, none of us do. Tell me what and I will answer truthfully, you will not offend me…really.”

She shifts herself onto the table, one leg then the other, fluid throughout until she ends in perfect sitting slave position of obedience. She understands that they do not yet know what she has done and what it means, but they will soon enough. Submission to their will it says. Sitting on ankles knees spread, the dress riding up and over her thighs as the slit on each side allows the fabric to still flow in front and rear. Shania allows her hands and arms to fall back behind her, only breaking the form by keeping her eyes on the men, as they watch…enticed. Perfect submission for all they may ask and any desire they may have, her duty is to gladly fulfill whatever it may be. Done in pure lack of contrary thought, training thorough, the pleasure they may take of her sure to release her own. Submitting to their questions, to their requests…..any that they make, she waits upon them.

“She said something about gold and the art…you have a lot of gold” ends in a whistle of appreciation, so maybe they have learned a few things from Julia.

“Yes, my master has seen fit to reward me for what I have learned.”

“Master?” One word, looks of astonishment…wonder, and then smoldering lust. Layers not unlike an onions slowly being pealed back, wondering at truths and hoping for so much more.

“Yes, my master, he is the one that rewards any of us with the gold we wear. He provides for us and gives us his bidding. I’ve done well in the lessons.” She smiles remembering the end of the final lesson….it was a relief to be over with that one, to have experienced the release in the end….nothing compared so far, but there was always a new first, her life had held many in the last months.

“So you’re a slave….haven’t we outlawed that?”

“not a slave, but a pleasure slave.” Pausing till a flicker of understanding pauses each face, “As much as it seems strange, it is the greatest freedom that can be given…and with it the greatest pleasure…” Long fingers come up from each hand and pull aside the blonde tresses that hang about her shoulders. Breasts rise to match the movement, gold rings cool on hard teats squashed by the tight silk. With a flourish of swirls her hair is brought under control atop the pear shaped face.

“Please note, the collar about my neck contains a lock, placed there by my master”, she can hear the stifled exclamations, can see the new questions in their eyes. A woman, golden collar locked about her neck, ownership. By the end of this night they may understand, though they will never rival her master in his ability to fully own her she is certain.

“You can’t take it off?”

“I see the understanding, but that is the greatest irony, my master collared me and claimed me as his own” Shania shifts her weight to the side, coming off ankles, hands still holding the hair pilled atop her head. Moving her leg in a half circle so that a slim ankle riding upon a clear high heal stiletto gracefully snakes its way forward, upon it is a narrow golden chain…something dangles from the chain, golden as well. “Upon reaching the ninth level he then gave me the key to my own freedom. The physical key resides on that anklet, at any time I could remove the collar, but I have no desire to do so…he has freed my body, mind, and soul in ways that pale to the fact I have his collar about my neck and belong to him as a pleasure slave.” Another shifting of legs and weight, hair comes down as the position is regained. She sighs to herself, they have not yet figured out the significance of it, and if necessary she will remain so, answering their questions, waiting, hoping.

“Your saying women want this in life?”

“No, most will not, some few will find true pleasure and meaning in serving without hesitation. Do not apply what goes on with me to women everywhere.”

“So you’re saying you’re submissive by nature”

“I do find that I am happy submitting to the will of my master, if that makes me submissive by nature then so be it.”

“Now hold on missy….I watched’ya take on the lil red.” Lenny piped in, “that was sumbody in charge I saw”

“It is said, though I do not believe it, that the best submissive’s make the best dominants….I just did what needed to be done….the master may have approved, he may not have, time will tell. Until then I serve you and serve my master by reprimanding a wayward slave.”

“Yeah, the dumb blondes go for being slaves ehhh!” Looking for support from his buddies and finding none.

Insults without intelligence, in some ways she couldn’t blame Julia for her indiscretion. She was finding it amazing that a slave was having to teach these three, No, intelligence is never the strong suit of some men either, She smirks inwardly and begins anew, “Take it for what you will, intelligence is not the factor, quite the contrary, the mind is the greatest sexual organ we have. It is your mind that creates the sensuality that flows through the body. Since you have never tasted the dish I serve, then you would not yet know what my mind is capable of….But I’m not here to match wits with you.”

“Tell the misses yur sorry Fred. She’s only talkin’ us and I fur one wanna see war it goes.”

“Come on…ohh jeeez, it was only a blasted joke…ok, ok, sorry, if the mind drives sex then you got it in buckets.” Fred was withdrawing now, sullen at the icy stares from his two partners. Suddenly another twinkle shines in his eye; like he had just come up with a much better joke.

“ So how much hidden gold do you have?” A smirk and elbow to the man next to him…Not yet understanding, not yet asking the right questions. She has time, all night if need be.

“Just four more rings, each nipple and two between the legs, my master has ensured that each time I move I can feel the stimulation of his touch upon my most sensitive places. It is arousing, just as talking to you about it is arousing.”

Sudden silence, followed by deep breaths, The answer unexpected in its directness yet as if some small understanding at the fact this women that sits before them in a posture of possible submission and answers that any woman back home would consider very personal questions….admitting that she is aroused by it…such a body, to posses it….

“but what are the arts, the things you earn the rings for” wanting to hear more, growing more aroused, a huskiness pervading the voice, the murmurs as each asks a question.

“I learned my place in the world, in order to better serve my master. I have been taught to please him in all ways. Specifically, the tongue was pierced when I had learned to use my mouth in such a way to give intense pleasure with it. The piercing just provides another tool to improve the overall effect.” Pausing letting them muse it over in their heads. “Yes, you learn to do things the hard way, and when your good enough the master gives you a tool to improve the overall effect.” Eyes starting to show the depth of awareness as to what it may all mean. Another layer of the onion peeled back. Desire soon fills those same eyes as they think about just how much of the fantasy could be true.

“I earned others when I learned to control my own interior muscles, to be able to take any size within me and work it without ever having to move on the outside. My master has trained me well for his pleasure, and that makes me happy. I also have learned to hold my pleasure as directed, though it is the most difficult of all lessons, akin to the worst of tortures to be forced to do.” Eyes down a moment as she remembers, remembers the shear agony of not being able to release her own pleasure and the wild ride it had provided.

Shania continues then, after the small respite to re-gather her thoughts. “I need to have sex, I love it in all its forms, and I find blissful release in it.” Shania meets each of their eyes and sees their desire, sees their need play through the eyes. She can taste it almost like another tastes food. Her sensitive nose smells the arousal…smells the scent of man, signaling her own answering chemistry. If the wolves had been here they would certainly have noticed the sudden clash of chemistry in the air. “I also live to serve my master in all ways, and he is not above sharing.”

“Ok, missy since we are playing truth or dare, jus how many guys is the most you has had at once…”

A small untruth, but then shadows used to be men so …”Six, all brought off within moments of one another, three would be very easy.” Such a silly question when she was here ready to fuck everyone of them if they would just ask….no she thought, that one was none too blessed in the grey matter department.

“riiiggght. And how’d you do that one?”

Fine, if that was what he wanted to know go ahead and give him the visual she thought. Spoken then, “A little practice and the right positions, I’m sure you can guess were three of them were,” A wink and a pause, letting it sink in, “kinda traditional that far, then to finish off the other three you can use your feet….that’s the hard one, I mean the angles and keeping the rhythm right. Then each of your hands for a hand job,…see six. Might be possible to do more but I’ll let somebody else figure out how. The mental concentration for it is harder than the physical act. Almost have to divide your mind six ways in order to tailor the approach for each of them.”

“And you expect us to believe you enjoyed it?” Dave again, incredulous at the prospect that she or any women could be aroused by the idea of taking multiple partners to bed. Some men could be like that, they might want to have multiple women in their bed, but a woman should never have multiple men in hers.

“Dave you can accept anything you like, yes I enjoyed making each of them feel like they were solely in my care, and they enjoyed the chance to see me work the act with all of them. “

“Still can’t see how you could keep all those bodies from bouncing into one another…”

Another, quick in the uptake not waiting for a response, “ummm,.. just curios…Julia said …well she said that you have taken a …horse?”

“Yes,….” A pause while she remembers the first night, was it really so recently? “The first time hurt, was difficult at the beginning, but it was an experience in pleasure that taught me much about myself and made me ready for my master….” Leave it to Julia she thinks to herself and then seeing the eyes, the questions, “It is not to say that a man cannot pleasure me to the same extent…a man is wonderful and can do things that no horse will ever do…a far better overall experience.” Smiling at them, she thinks a moment: men could have frail egos when it came to length and girth. A pause, “If the master decreed I would ensure that each of you found pleasure in my arms, it is what I sent Julia to find out, it is why I have delayed you here.”

“You would do me?” Nervous voice drawing out the words as of he would be unworthy. No not of the master’s caliber…perhaps the old man…there was something of experience in those eyes, something of understanding. The way he looked at her now sent goose bumps down her spine. Opinions and first impressions can change she thought….some thing about that one was unnerving.

“Yes, why would you even ask, you are not ugly, deformed, I can see inside you that a woman has found warmth and happiness in your arms previously …why not?”

“But you are so hot, and well, your talking like you want to fuck right now.”

“And you can be assured that you are worthy of me…it is perhaps I who am not worthy of you.” She cast her eyes down, submissive nature rising up, hoping that she would be able to show them first hand…wondering what the master would allow.

“Missy, so yah say that this master guy would give you to us” the older one, a bit rough around the edges, eyes still showing a higher degree of understanding. Was he?

She could see it in their faces; the desire etched into eyes…a fantasy to be fulfilled? Tasting the air and finding the flavor to her liking she continues to move her tongue across red full lips, looking forward to the eventual chance to work with each of them. The wolfen had given her that gift…a gift of taste and smell that seemed to rival her sense of sight. It feed her like the gift to know men’s hearts. That she is desired so … it sends a shiver of excitement through her core, the fire that rages within threatening to build to a point it is out of control, building heat and a desire to see these men fulfilled. Clamping down as she had been taught she pushes back on the desire, feeling the breaths coming easier as the effort pays off. It still amazes her, that she can feel this way. Cold gold resting against soft skin waiting to build to a warm glow, duplicating the feelings inside of heat that builds from the coolness of a desert night to rage as a hot sun.

“She broke a rule and so we must all be punished together for your benefit…the master will tell her what the punishment is to be.”

“No”, the youngest of them speaking; Dave, getting up despite the bulge in his pants, the desire in his eyes, the wafting scent of pheromones spreading from this body unbidden that he was oblivious to. “I will not be part of something that is considered a punishment.”

“Oh…I’m sorry; consider it a misspoken word…, please do not think of it as such. I will do whatever is asked willingly, and I will take great pleasure in it…do not think of it in a traditional sense of punishment. If necessary it will be whatever you desire as fitting payment for the affront caused by the card game. For that matter, the master may want your help in the training of his slaves…it is an honor, not something to be reviled.”

The older one this time, “So missy…if lets say I wanted to hand that little vixen over me knee and paddle her little bare ass red it would happen…”

“If the master agreed then yes”

“And you’re saying she would enjoy it?”

“I’m saying I would eventually, sometimes a girl likes her sex a little rough…Raven even more so and right away, Julia has much to learn, and at first she would be mad, but beware once she is warmed up she is a tiger of passion. Her red hair does not lie.”

“There is no way that treating someone that way is pleasurable” Dave again, slowly sitting back down but not yet understanding. The puzzlement etched across his face in full view of all.

“You are very right for an untrained woman not into a little pain. But then when does pain end and pleasure begin. I suppose you shouldn’t treat them in such a manner unless they ask. But I will tell you that it would be ok with any of us three girls that live here. Truth, a story of not long past…during my training with Raven, the black haired girl, it was done. I was tied with Raven and hung from overhead. On the whips third pass over Ravens back she had already cum, moaning, from then on she rubbed her swollen clit on my leg for the duration of the training in utter ecstasy. I too enjoyed the pain as it mixed with my own pleasure and that of my companion, I freely admit to being a little slower, and desire it a little less. It is a common misconception that pain and pleasure are at opposite ends of a spectrum. Think of the spectrum as a circle with pain and pleasure next to one another and overlapping even. When fully trained they can fully overlap.”

“You be saying that if your lil ass was cross my knee you would cum as I spanked you?”

“If you allowed me to……if not I would be in the throws of agony at not being able to allow the release.” Flashing a smile, large and full of teeth, she grins. Tonight she would rather forgo the foreplay of pain…but certainly it did have possibilities.

Very strange answer Dave thought not certain he liked any of this slave and spanking talk….trying to change the subject from pain, “so if I requested her, ….or you…to have you remove the dress …you’d do it…” waiting, receiving the nod of a golden head, “you’d show me all the gold….I’d really like to see the gold.”

Shania still smiles, happiness etched in the wide toothy grin. Finally she thinks, one of them has perhaps begun to figure out that she has placed herself in their service. Her heart beats harder, body gaining warmth already at the request. She is desired, wanted, it doesn’t take much anymore to get her naked…how long has it been…with real men?

She sways up onto her knees and brings hands to the buttons running along the right side of the dress. One by one in calculated slow motion she lets them open followed with a gentle shrug of shoulders shedding the silken garment like a second skin and letting gravity take over. Black silk and gold trim slide to her left and flowing to the table top about her left ankle. Thigh high black stockings are all that she wears beneath it, stockings that rise to be almost even with her sex, in an apparent deliberate attempt to draw eyes to the shaved mound. It works like her master intends, makes her look more naked than she really is. More gold glitters there, beckoning desire filled eyes to look a little longer, a little closer.

“God, you are gorgeous”, other murmurs of ascent...”the gold ring, it’s on her clit, against it…and you’re …you’re really wet”. More murmurs.

Eyes slowly travel upwards across a flat abdomen. Long hard firm nipples poke above round pink areoles atop firm tits. Gold glitters from the rings that pierce them and make them toys for the pleasure of others. Reminding her constantly of her value and keeping her in a constant state of arousal. She sits back and lets them admire her body, thinking no less of them that their eyes never reach her own. Shivering in anticipation of the fun they will have with her. The shiver that wiggles her body, her nakedness before them, allowing their review…all of these things speak louder than any words ever can on the needs of a fully trained pleasure slave. She knows that the red eyes are watching through the windows as they always do. Knows that if she does something wrong there will be a cue. The shadows do the masters bidding at all times. Comforting to know he watches and approves.

“You weren’t kidding…is that really your clit…that swollen…you’re…you’re hot, god are you hot.”

“Ole Lenny is even getting a woody, who’d a thought.” Men, she thinks, a good natured slapping of palms on shoulders, male laughter echoing of old wooden timbers. They behave so irrationally when they think they are going to get lucky….and oh are they if she has anything to do with it.

“Ole Lenny had it long time ago….amazed I still got it”

Shania perks up at their combined comments, she loves to be admired, a small sin in her master’s eyes but something she thrives on, to be held, enjoyed, loved. It was all the same. It was going far too slow for her current state of mind. “Would you like me to change position?”

“sur as hell would”, the older guy, Lenny…obviously the leader.

Shania leans forward, letting gravity slowly take her to her hands, pendulant orbs flowing forward and down, rings twisting downwards to hang against the top of her hard nipples. She goes to all fours, a wiggle of hips, knees still apart, moving one hand up and between her legs opening herself as heat rises within her. She metes each of their eyes and smiles, “Go ahead walk around me, look, even touch me, I want it…god I’m sooo hot with all this talk.” Almost begging now, needing their touch. Her scent strong of strawberries; strawberries and the musk of a woman hot with desire, something even their poor excuses of a nose are sure to notice.

“No”, a small female voice trembles over the scene. All eyes turn even the green eyes beneath a blonde halo. Julia strolls into the midst of them, tears still rolling down her checks, even as the red dress falls from her athletic frame. Her nice firm perky breasts free of any gold upon their erect nipples stand naked in the pale lamplight. Small freckles dotting the valley between them darkening otherwise pale flesh. “It is my training that the master decrees is in need, not hers.”

Walking to the table, Julia works herself to the center of attention. A gentle sway of rounded hips sitting on the thin thighs atop long pale legs bringing all eyes to her, male eyes that had long wanted the red dress gone. A small spear of red hair is all that is left upon her mound, letting all know that she is a natural. “I am at your service, whatever your desire; Shania will help me learn the techniques as best I can do.” Another sob, a tear running down a slightly reddened cheek, “I …. Only hope … I can ….be …adequate, Shania is much….better trained.”

“NO, she is distraught, the woman has been forced into this and ..no I cannot be party to it…to rape”, Dave getting up and moving towards the door, around the tall redhead.

Julia moves, striding to his front a small thin hand up, placing herself between the door and the tall man, a man she must look up to without the high heals. Quickly, hands upon him, stopping his movement then sliding down to her knees. Eyes look up to him, look into his trying to beseech him to stop, reconsider even as fingers move to his crouch. “Please, don’t…you …like me”

“Stop!,” Another feminine voice full of force and authority. The men stop and stare, surprised to find such in one who has so recently admitted she is no more than a slave, “Master Dave, You have not heard a word of what I have said” statement more than question. From her, a look, big green eyes reaching into the soul of the man that is trying to leave.

He stutters, struck by the incongruence of it all, “iiitt….” Nothing more as a finger touches his lips, and gentle “Shhhh” Sudden total change in demeanor from total submission to total authority.

Shania’s hand, moves across the skin at the back of his neck, up and over his cheek, large green eyes ringed by blonde hair look into his, “She needs and desires you, if you do not find her to your liking then I give myself freely to you, but I warn you that it will break her heart if that is your desire.”

Dave feels the hot breath at his loins, the rubbing of his hard member under his pants by a woman’s chin, “oh god” he saw the blue eyes looking up, pleading, desire clearly in them. “What have I gotten myself into?” The blue eyes suddenly sparkling, joy leaping into them as her hands come round to cup his manhood. Continuing as a woman rises to her full height in front of him, leaning forward and up, lips parted and seeking. What the hell he thinks, bending over and feeling the warmth of her mouth on his, a seeking tongue entering and entangling itself with his own. He feels a hand on his, guiding it down, down a bare flat stomach over the mound of Venus and across a soft tuft of hair, to between legs that subtly shift and part for him to allow access to feel her dampness.

A whisper, as much for him as for its truly intended person, “if the man is unsure, then let him know by your own wetness that you really do desire him. All men know that a woman can’t fake their desire in this way.” Pausing for but a breath, “You will tell me what else did you tell them…the whispering…the looks my direction?”

Belatedly he realizes that it isn’t Julie’s hand that has guided his but Shania’s…it really doesn’t matter anyway; he was already loosing himself in the heat of the woman crushing herself against him. Keeping the hand pinned now between them and against her mound, letting his fingers play across her lower lips. A distant part of his mind remembering the earlier words, ‘she is to be trained, guided’. Has to wonder at this rate just what kind of training she really needs….

“Well I’ll be … so when do we get our turn… yah know the kid and me…I still think I need to take har over me knee”

“If that is your desire….so be it…have you ever done it before?

“Naw, but me papy shore did show me, can’t be do ard”, Mirth filled laughter at that. Elbow into his friends ribs.

“Would you mind if I demonstrated a technique for you…you do want her begging you don’t you.” Looking upwards under her full brows, Shania’s green eyes flashing behind her lashes she waited for the answer.

“Ummmph,…I suppose…a lil show first could be in order,… go ahead thar missy.”

Shania gazes at Julia and then deftly gives her the orders. “Julia, you will gather your clothes and bring them here……you will dress for the men.”

If looks could kill, anger flashes in the baby blue eyes. What had been just moments ago a tall willing temptress had disappeared into some black hole, spiraling inwards in condensation that another slave would deign to so order her about. ‘This was not the way it was going to go down’, Julia thinks to herself. Having been so close to being in control of the situation and the buffoon Dave, resolving to herself to remain in command.

Scooping the black dress off the table, Shania pivots gracefully on the clear pumps with their black leather straps and speaks to the gathering of men. Cocking her head slightly to the side in that pixie like look she can do. It made Julia sick to watch. “So which of you big strong men is going to help me get my dress back on....?”, she asked with a demur little purr.

Julia was feeling the rising bile in the back of her throat. Shania was acting so sickly sweet….worse it was working and the men were no longer looking her way….this was more than a young lady could take.

“Whale thar lil lady ole Lenny is your gentleman” standing and holding his hands out for the dress.

“Why thank you Lenny, you are a true gentleman. It can be a bit tough to get into and get it all smoothed out, I’d love your help….a girl needs a good man around.” Handing the dress over by each of the shoulders, letting the old man take the soft silk into his gnarled hands, hands that by right might just cause the thin fabric to fray in their roughness. Lenny carefully held it open as Shania snaked an arm into the opening of the short sleeve. Then twisting, rolling her body into the dress and against the old man at the same time the open side of the dress against Lenny’s right hand, a slight shift and the hand was upon a naked breast. Shania couldn’t see his face, but she could feel the emotion flare, knew he knew that none of it had been an accident. Looking at the tall redhead, noting she had also seen the action, could feel the heat coming from the girl. Good she thought, even anger could be turned to other things quickly enough…at least it did mean that she cared. With nothing but her eyes and face she laid out the challenge.

Even just watching Julia had to admit that was an interesting move, her eyes meeting Shania’s….seeing the clear indication of competition in them. Something in those eyes said, now show me what you can do….daring her to do better. Heat rose in her cheeks, anger flaring in the deep blue eyes, lighting them up. There was no way she was going to loose the attention of the men now…too much was invested in these men already, never occurring to her that this might be exactly the game being played.

Shania folded her arm up and round the old mans neck, swaying a bare hip against the crotch of the man. “Could you please button me up….”, her gaze out from under the long black eyelashes like a little nymph begging for attention. One old hand slides along the breast giving it a little squeeze and moving to the side to gather the fabric by pulling it tight across the teat. Two buttons under the arm, another two over the shoulder and the fabric was secure at the top. She swung the hip away, stopping the contact… ”My…my…what you been thinking there ole Lenny…you really know how to make a girls heart just go a putter”, eyes down, looking at the bulge in his pants. Lenny brought his hand down across her flat ripped abdomen in answer, the smirk growing on his face as he looked into those green pools of heat, the hand moving down till he felt the fabric flowing over it, then stopping the plunge and reaching with his finger tips….feeling wetness and puffy full lips, the coolness of golden rings across those seeking finger tips. There is a shuddering in her body with his touch, removing the hand and clasping the last button above her hip, fastening it securely in place. Looking down at the dress and seeing clearly how low the opening goes, how if she wasn’t cleanly shaven the hair color would be clear to all at the bottom apex of the diamond. Maybe an inch was left above the golden rings that rode her sex…he was sure they would be visible in certain situations and angles.

“Oh, master, you do now how to treat a pleasure slave…lets see, a slave sometimes has to adjust things a bit with this type of dress….it is an honor to have her master do it for her.” Twisting to face him and then leaning back, arms going up to behind her neck while forcing her pelvis against him, rubbing slowly in a circle.

Hands come up, noting the slight ring of gold poking its way out from under the fabric, running fingers across the breast, just under the fabric, drawing the fabric down and across the firm mound. Covering the breast like when he first saw her. ‘So firm and young’, he thinks….’such a dish, even more so that she is begging for the attention.’

Long ago Lenny had given up thinking his hands would be crossing such young and willing flesh. Now this one was here, In fact it had cost him nothing but a little time, a little sleep this night, and this young thing was behaving like putty in his hands. Here she was even enjoying herself with his touch. That was even more enticing. No, couldn’t remember the last time he had such a raging hard on. It was even possible the bitch hadn’t been lying when she had talked about the blonde one. If this was any indication of what she could do well then maybe that pussy was the wonder men only dreamed of. The voice brought him back to the moment.

“Thanks” soft and sensuous, the breath flowing softly over his neck as hands slowly gather themselves behind his broad shoulders. Lips, soft and full meet his, a tongue worming its way into his mouth, meeting his and playing softly across its surface before breaking contact. Softly in a whisper, as if only for his ears, “Master, I’m not a tease, the kiss is an invitation should Julia not provide for your needs…I happily will.”

With a wink he tells her he understands….”ole Lenny is much obliged for ta chance ta halp a young lady….now what ‘bout that red har vixen….she needs to be across my knees for a good whoopin”

The other men are standing, mouths agape, wondering why they hadn’t been faster in volunteering, wondering what had been said in that soft exchange. Looking at the blonde in her black dress and then looking over at the tall naked redhead.

Watching form the windows the master was pleased….with his mistress, the red haired one was still now understanding…it showed in her stance, her body, was written across her face. This was it, if this didn’t work then she was just going to get strapped down and either she would survive intact or she would break…

The commanding voice was back, “now it’s your turn, dress for the men…” eyes boring twin holes into the tall red head. Scents strong and masculine wash through the air, but under it was Julia’s, riding sharp and sweet. Shania breaths in through her nose, concentrates on the scents, tries to discern the cocktail of chemicals so that they may be interpreted. Yes, the undercurrent of fear was there, a shadow but healthy for the girl if she was to ready to learn her place. Fortunately for her the desire rode stronger, giving credence to the fact that she was willing to be here, even if it was buried deep inside…..yes, it was time to release the gene from the bottle to see what happens.

Hesitating, Julia’s eyes gathering in the scene, not certain about what to do, nor if she really wants to do it. Something has changed, the men’s eyes looking at her, then back to Shania as if waiting for the next move. Put your eyes on me….she wants to scream, yet she is the only one in the room naked…naked with three men who’s eyes are clearly filled with lust. Never one to be a prude, still she hesitates before them…

“The slave does not seem to understand….” That to the men, “come here NOW!”

Motion, clear and concise meets the command. Julia moves across the floor to her mistress’s side, head and eyes down, bare feet step gingerly across the wooden floor in the pattern of a slave, one over the other. The men watch in fascination as both of the girl’s demeanors change. Stopping and bowing from the waist, arms and hands still holding the items of clothing, crossing her wrists in submission, waiting to be bound at her mistress’s words.

“The slave will drop her cloths, NOW!” Her fingers loosen on the clothes in her hand, shoes falling, hitting the floor in a muffled thud, the young lady’s demeanor changes to one of submission …no other movement as she retains the position.

“Good, now turn your rear to the man and bend at the waist, hands on ankles, feet together….” Three pairs of eyes watch closely as the redhead obeys each of commands. Revealing her self to the men who clearly seeing her pinkness, the small firm ass, they have already gotten more than the poker game would have given them. Those long legs….legs that go all the way up, long and lean. They have all the right curves of a female. Calves, muscular and slim, form a gentle curve from ankle to knee. Thighs that flare to slender hips, and frame the round curve of her pussy.

“Sometimes a slave is slow to obey and must be taught the error of her ways….it is a masters job to ensure compliance in all things otherwise the slave may regress. This now falls upon me to do….to ensure compliance of the slave as the head mistress.” Turning her attention to the men….”A slave does not meet her masters or mistress’s eyes unless ordered too. I have met yours to explain these things to you so that you will learn and become a good master for this wayward slave as well as myself.”

Fast, in a blur of movement a small female hand flies. Flies in an arc towards the upturned rump of the red-haired slave known as Julia. Quickly it strikes, the cracking sound of contact reverberating off the quite walls. Julia cries out, taken aback by the strike, not expecting this, stifling the cry as she regains control of herself, her pale white ass wearing the contrasting red hand print upon its surface like a badge of honor. Hands return to ankles, fingers curling around and tightening.

“It is necessary to sometimes punish the slave for behavior not in keeping with the traditions of servitude….will the slave obey without hesitation now.”

“Yes … mistress”, lungs gasping slightly, the pain still clearly on her mind as the voice betrays her.

“I thought you said slaves enjoyed this”, Dave again. He’d never make it as a master thought Shania.

“Dave, it is sometimes necessary to remind a pleasure slave of her life….The slave will remember the pain, but will associate it with the pleasure of serving soon enough and will welcome it in the future. “ Watching the understanding cross into Lenny’s eyes, nothing in Fred’s made her realize that just as some women might make good slaves only some men made good masters. Old man Lenny was looking really good right then, it was getting her hot thinking about how he would be able to dominate her nature.

“The slave will dress for the men.” Never using her name, referring to her as property…this time however Julia moves. Sitting upon the floor she quickly gathers her clothes about her and proceeds to put on the Short dress first. Pulling the stockings up next and finally the shoes she finishes dressing in haste. Once in place she moves to the position of obedience, sitting upon her ankles, knees wide, hands behind her back, head bowed.

Shania walks about the still form of the redhead, the click of her heals upon the wooden floor a slow sensuous beat. A flourish of the hand, a tap here and there as she adjusts the slave’s posture….”the slave did not listen….I said to dress FOR the men….for their pleasure, did you do this?” Emphasis on for, making the distinction clear…there is dressing and there is a production.

“No mistress” voice with far less ego this time. Shania feels the young woman’s need. A need that has been there from the day they first met; drove her to seek the tall red head out. There is a power there too, hidden….needing the full release that can only be brought about when she fully submits.

“Don’t you want to be the center of their attention….isn’t this what tonight was all about?” Knowing she baits the slave into the act. Tonight will work, must work, and for the first time Julia may be ready.

“Yes mistress…..”

“Then you will strip for the men and then dress for them again.” A woman willing to remove her clothes for men is different to the psyche of that woman than a woman that has her clothes removed….tonight Julia will fully realize the difference Shania resolves. The plan begins to form in the mistress’s head….only Julia’s actions will change the flow of that plan.

Shania watches as Julia gets up, tentative and hesitant as if she is still working out what she is to do. Breathing deeply Shania tests the air, smelling the mix of fear, excitement and lust that flows from Julia’s skin. Smelling things no human can smell, another change from another day…courtesy of the pack.

Lust flows through his veins as he watches…welcomes the breaking of this truant slave by his mistress. She has done well….perhaps this evening he shall see her rewarded for the work, after she is of course punished for allowing the truancy of the red haired slave in the first place. She was right that they would all be punished….ah though… Yes, the newest slave before the men is learning, not nearly the grace and ability of his queen, but with a success this evening he can begin working on those skills as well. First the form must be broken in order for the molding to take place. For the first time he appears to have a substance that will allow for his molding to work. Yes, a little help is necessary for now, a small act to show his approval….

The player piano starts up, a bawdy little tune. Julia jumps in surprise, Shania smiles, even after so many times it still comes as a surprise at what the master can do….that he approves so far is implicit in the music that now flows in the room.

Slowly swaying to the music she begins to pull the dress over her head, turning to allow the men a full view of her body as the dress comes up and off the long lean body. A good start thinks Shania, but missing so much. Here they are not held back by law of any kind….contact, tease, fun; it is all missing in the act. Yet she will let it continue so that maybe the slave will learn. Yet the slave needs so much training, her mind obviously not grasping her full ability and worth yet.

Breast’s firm and young stand like twin orbs upon her freckled chest. The men whistle and clap, finally receiving what they had wanted at the start of the card game, still unsure what the night will bring, but happy with the direction it is going. Quickly she turns away from the men, letting their hungry eyes roam over her sweet ass. Shania notices the single tear as it trails down Julia’s cheek…she smiles at the girl, a knowing smile. Yes, the way forward is a hard road; tonight will get harder before it gets easier.

Hands flow down a long leg, pushing the band of at the top of the stocking downwards….over the knee, till stocking and pump falls to the ground. Again, she stands upright, one bare foot on tiptoes to compensate for the other pump still on her foot. Once again she begins to bring her hands down.

“Stop”, the voice carries implicit authority, Shania continues, “ I said you will undress for the men” she looks at them, her gaze focused and watching for every nuance on the men’s faces, “Is this sufficient for you?” The voice begs the answer.

“I feel like a two bit patron of a titty bar.”

“But was that good enough?”

“Wall thar, my pappy said yur actions count more n talk…” the old man smiles at her, “I’d suggest yah show the young lady what yah mean.”

She smiles back, the gauntlet thrown, she is really beginning to like the old man…yeap, there is a master in that dark heart of his, one she can respect. “Yes master Lenny, as you bid….slave, watch me, learn from it.”

From a standing position she bows, hands forward and crossed at the wrist, submitting to the binding…ready to be whatever these men will wish of her. Standing before them, continuing the speech for the sake of Julia, “The mind is the greatest organ of sex…you will use it even more than your body.”

Once again the men find themselves amongst the drifting music, the slow beat caressing their ears. Matching her breathing to the music, concentrating on the air around her, working to weave the music, air and light about her, Shania closes her eyes.

Moving to her right she flows to Dave as he sits upon the chair. Deep inside she makes a vow that he will not doubt the ability or willingness of a pleasure slave any longer. Thus the first move is to him…though in the deep recesses of her mind she knows the old man is going to be the most fun….she will save the best for him.

Feeling the heat of the desert even now in the darkest point of night, southern warmth and hospitality, like sitting on the beach in the Bahamas. Or was it something to do with the heat radiating from the lithe blond slowly swaying to the beat of the music. One might wonder, but not for long. Other senses become involved, the smell of strawberries rolling across noses, and something more, hinted at, teasing the conscious mind while the unconscious reacts to its chemistry. The eyes of the men intently watching the young girl as the light reflects from her pale skin and seems to pick up the golden glow of the lanterns and amplify it. Her body glows in the now darker room, a body that weaves under the black dress, legs accented, waist narrow, and breasts full.

A slow spin, as she brings her slender arms and hands up and over her head, fingers weaving in the air in perfect timing with the music. The dance training of long ago coming to the fore in the grace of her movements; movements full of energy and the suggestion of sex. Music slow and mysterious aiding in the illusion she spins. A clear understanding of who is on display and what that display is for. Julia watches as if mesmerized, picking up the heat, feeling it low in her own gut, wondering what the men feel. The understanding of how far away she is from attaining the status of this girl dawning as the gracefully seductive moves begin. Understanding that this woman does not just play with the men, but she means to give them everything she promises with each move, that she will act upon that promise for she has no choice….no choice because it is the choice she has already made, and that choice has made her what she is…..a slave to and of pleasure.

Moving with the music, Shania circles around Dave, a tantalizing touch of fingers slow and deliberate across his bare skin at the back of his neck sends tremors down his spine. Electricity flows from those fingertips, desire flares suddenly as the body is already a fire from his earlier interaction with Julia. Twirling, the dress rising up to reveal more skin about the athletic legs of the young blonde, she moves to his front. Moving with the agility of a cat, slow, sleek and purposeful she pounces upon the man. Feet hit the chair seat, even in the impossibly high pumps, and straddle his legs. Eyes go round and full in startlement, not expecting the move, totally mesmerized by the fire she can call within him. Silk cascades over his head, a musky heat next to his face, for a moment he does not know what has happened.

A giggle brings him back, small soft hands behind his head, beneath the silk that flows about his shoulders. “This is not like the titty bars you may be used too….here you can touch, it is even welcomed…..” He hears the words, mouth slightly open breathing in the scent of strawberries and raw musky sex, “A man is ruled by his senses, vision first…a woman by touch….it can be as much for him as it is for you.” Bare knees flow to each side of his shoulders as the body slowly descends down his face. Opening his mouth he forces his tongue and lips outward, the hands behind his head reciprocating and pulling him forwards into the heady mix of heat and sweet nectar of the golden honey pot. Tongue weaving across the wet folds of flesh between her legs, he marvels at her taste, her scent, her wetness….her body inching its way downwards on that seeking tongue. Metallic rings cross his tongues surface, between them the warm nub of flesh; he purses his lips around it, sucking it into his mouth and flicking his tongue across its engorged head. The low moan greets his ears, speaking of happiness and joy with this act. Doubts finally flee from his mind. The woman desires what she sews, seeks the attention she reaps, in whatever form it takes.

The body slides ever downward the silk of the dress flowing over his head and finally spilling away from his eyes to land upon his lap as the hips of the young girl swivel and grind against his aroused manhood. “Good sir, it seems my buttons are stuck”, red pouting lips draw his eyes as the voice sweetly begs him…”could you pleeeaase help me.” Teasing the please out, enticing him to do what she asks even though any man would love to do it. Stifling a laugh at the girl’s antics he follows her pointing fingers with his own hands. Then as the buttons came free he can’t help himself with a retort of his own “now that wasn’t too hard, I just think you were looking for an excuse to get into my lap.”

“Why what kind of a girl do you think I am…..”, the wink in direct contravention to the feigned slight. Then with a smile that could light up New York on the Fourth of July, she leans forward till those lips brush his ear and whisper, “I was just looking for an excuse to get into your pants.” One hand sliding onto his crotch and squeezing his fully erect manhood….”my, my, my, aren’t we a big one … Just the way I like them.”

Sputtering like a wayward child that has just been caught, he feels her weight shift. Lips met, cutting off his coming retort as he finds the heat of her mouth upon his. Tongues probe against one another in a dance of erotica you only read about in tawdry magazines. Opening his eyes, finding the weight gone and the lithe little blonde gliding to the next chair, the right shoulder bare, the dress hanging across the top of the firm globe….two more buttons to go and it would have been gone.

“So what yah two been whispern ‘bout”, the voice full of mirth as the old man speaks to Dave.

“Why Master, can’t a girl have her secrets” winking at him, full lashes fluttering, eyes full of mischief and mirth. If ever he had wondered what the Cheshire cat looked like while sitting in that tree that had to be the look.

“Gettn a lil catty eh.” Grinning, continuing the light banter as she floats to Fred. Heals make their clicking noises in synch with the music as she steps.

“Just for that you’ll have to wait till last!”

“Ole lenny will last….surely I will” taking her up on the banter even as her body has its effect on him. Growing harder than he can ever remember; almost to the point that it hurts.

Standing between Fred’s legs, hips wiggling in time with the music her eyes find his and drink him in. Feeling their pull, hands come up to her front and rear, the silk fabric beneath his fingers soft and slick. “I don’t suppose you might help a little old girl out with her dress…..” pouting her full red lips again, then letting her tongue tip play over them, the wetness glistening in the light. “I do declare I have such trouble with these little old buttons.” Then Shania pointing to the two buttons on the side of the dress, the tension across her full breast still holding the silk up on her narrow frame, “It would surely be a kindness by letting me out of this thing”. Watching her every move, the pale flesh of her leg exposed to the top of the hip, he lets his fingers wander to the buttons. Seeking her eyes and watching closely as his fingers undo each button is succession. The moment the last one comes undone he would swear on his mother’s grave her look was one of contentment, happiness even. Yet with the last one free she bounces away, the dress falling about her left arm. Casually, the silk flowing ever downward like a stream of water she sheds the garment. Then with a final flick of her wrist she lets it swing, sailing through the air, landing about Fred’s head in a peel of girlish laughter.

“Oh my” in feigned humiliation, “what ever have I done…a lone naked girl with three men….what would my friends think”. Eyes wide about the green pupils till the whites can be clearly seen….mouth open and large, one hand coming in front of the shaved mound, the other arm across her ample bosom.

“Yur not naked yet”, Lenny leers at her.

“Why how right you are…..” dancing towards him, still covering herself, though not nearly so well….enticing, beguiling, using the shadows cast by the lamp light to shelter her body in darkness as she moves. “Seems the girl still needs a little more help”

Lenny was grinning ear to ear. Oh yeah, he would help her all right….show her who was really in charge. Show her he understood this game. Her eyes said it all, said she was a little afraid of ole Lenny, hadn’t she already used the word master for him…not the others. Yeap, age and wisdom could overcome youth and energy any day.

Watching Lenny carefully Shania slowly weaves her circles closer to the chair. He was the strong one, the one that would take her and show her who was in charge. It excited her and scared her at the same time. Made a slave unsure of herself, and horribly turned on by the prospect. There had been a lot of shadows in her time…yet only her master by being within them had given her these kinds of feelings. Lenny was far more like her master than the other two men. Yes, the other two she would be able to control, but Lenny would have his way with her….thrilling it was….to have found a man that made her wet with his eyes. He was so like her master…he was worthy of being a master. She cast her eyes downwards, in submission to his will. Spinning in closely, feeling the heat until with one leg up she brings it up and over his shoulder, locking herself into a tight embrace the heal of her foot in tight across his back, her thigh against his neck….”would you like to remove the stocking, master, or do you want them on”.

The other men howl with laughter, not seeing her submission, not realizing the change in her demeanor thinking it is all part of the show. A heady scent wafting through the air in front of his noise tells him how turned on she is. No mistaking it, this one is on fire as the heat pours from her body. Sweat glistens on the stomach in front of him. One beefy calloused hand coming up and twisting in her soft silky blonde hair wrapping it in its iron grip. Then pulling downwards, her head following in avoidance of the pain that fighting his strength would entail, still the scalp stings from his rough play and the force he uses on her. Happily noticing the suppleness of the slave’s body as he bends her head to his mouth, the things and positions she can hold clearly evident. Gold glitters before his eyes, the light bouncing from the rings upon her pointy breasts, nipples hard and erect. Oh she would be a wild one in his bed….but tonight he would save it for the red haired bitch.

Bringing his wandering mind’s attention back to the blonde and whispering, “Don’t yah move a muscle…cept the one ‘round my finger….”. Another hand slides up her thigh, finding the wetness creeping down from her moist inner lips. Closing her eyes, she concentrates on not moving, knowing what comes next and welcoming it in spite the fear, the knowing that she can be a slave to ordinary men and inwardly cringing at the thought. A finger probes along her lips as he seeks her entrance, laying them back, sliding down the wetness between them and then firmly pushing its way past the protective entrance, pushing all resistance aside. Relaxing her muscles, she lets him slide within her, feeling him, and forcing herself still as he has commanded. Maddening though it is, she waits, waits for the next command while his finger probes her insides and sets the fire loose. Still she does not move, training taking hold, keeping her still.

The whisper greets her ear again, a soft caress of breath across its surface. “Now squeeze my finger”. The request, it puzzles her but she does as commanded. Feeling the smallness of the finger, clenching it like she has been taught, a long night of electricity and fire…pleasure too, as she learned to control herself in ways few women even know about. “My god…” The burst of his whisper brings a smile to her face, eyes sparkle as she hears the wonder and happiness in his words. Unable to stifle the feelings any longer a momentary rumble strikes deep within her and shudders around the finger…still she doesn’t move as the small orgasm subsides within. Only a slight exhale of breath betrays her as she holds still as commanded. All on his words, all on his positive approval as she holds him inside and smiles, feeling joy bubble up from meeting this man, letting the fear roll aside. I am what my master has made me…and to those with the strength I will always be a slave….shuddering inwardly again, convulsing about the finger, though this time the reason is different. She too has learned an important lesson tonight.

“The bitch didn’t lie bout yah.” A whisper as his head goes back, then louder for the gathered audience “I think yur good, let the lil bitch see if she’s larned sumthing.” Pulling her hair about, looking her in the eyes and seeing the simmering fire. He winks back, letting her know he knows all about her, then in a low voice that sends shivers through her, “while Dave and Fred ave thar fun, tis you and me slave….” Releasing his hold and talking loudly for all of them “get dressed and let the tall bitch try….” Groans resound from the other men at his words drowning out the petite blond’s response….still Lenny hears them.

“Yes, Master” she goes to her knees, sliding down the old mans body, till she kneels before his chair, wrists crossed, head down. A few moments later she starts crawling backwards across the floor from his chair.

“Fred, give the slave back er dress….Its lil red that we train…” Gesturing then at the blonde, “she don’t need our help.” Smiling at the blonde then to the men, “I want the tall ones ass upturned on my lap.” A shudder rolling through the tall ones body that makes him smile even broader in a predatory grin.

“Slave, your Master has spoken” looking Julia in the eye, “have you learned something just now?”

Nodding reluctantly, she gathers herself up, putting on her little red dress as the music continues in the background. Raven moves forward from the shadows, a small black piece of cloth in her hands…”Master says to put it on….you need to learn how to take it off as well.” Quickly she disappears into the shadows, not seeking the center of attention, fading from view like she always does.

Julia holds out the black lace g string in one hand, remembering a time she wore things like it because she wanted…not because someone else did. Bending over and stepping through the openings with her long legs one after the other. Not the same grace, doing what she is told, not yet performing. Yet the men eagerly watch, wanting to see what she may have learned, hoping for something like what they have just been through with Shania. Wiggling her hips the black lace disappears from view beneath the short red dress. Hands smooth the dress down in front of her, pulling its short hem a little further until she takes in the large breath of air, filling her lungs for the performance. Her breasts expand forward under the tight fabric, nipples dimpling the front with a small shadow. Closing her eyes she exhales…wondering if she can really go through with this. Dave is ok, but she really isn’t attracted to the others….frankly having the old man touch her is not in her to do list. Thinking to her self, ‘I am meant for stronger, smarter, richer men’, fearing saying it aloud.

Deciding to save the best for last she heads to the old man, hoping he takes less interest in her than he did in Shania. Shuddering outwardly at the thought, she stumbles on the worn wood flooring, the stiletto high heals throwing off her balance just enough. Cursing like a sailor….notices the eyes, and smiles, at least they are still watching. With her height the shoes had never been on the need to know skill list. Has to wonder why any sane woman would wear the things, not realizing they are a mere decoration like everything she is given to wear. If the master so choose she would be naked now.

Smiling at the old man while inwardly recoiling, she sways to the music, the beat going a little faster, an old song….something vaguely familiar.

“You have to figure it out and do it for their pleasure this time.” The voice commanding her, not allowing her any room to maneuver, it was a side of Shania she had forgotten. Thinking about it, It was similar to the side that had gotten her out here into this godforsaken town, her and Raven. “And stop being so timid…he doesn’t bite” the silky lilt to the voice going heavy on the bite part. Concentrate girl….just get through it, learn and you’ll be outa here.

After watching them together she didn’t believe a thing Shania said about biting….ok, so the angle didn’t let her know exactly what had happened but a girl doesn’t have to have much imagination when hands get that close to tender flesh. Ok, in the old mans defense Shania hadn’t moved a muscle when the hand got close, knowing her, she would have been moving against him in delirium….like she had with Dave.

Carefully she approaches, like a rabbit soon to be in the grasp of a wolf. The sensuality of the moves lost in her timid nature. Swaying her hips she brings her hands to the hem of the short dress. Pulling at the edges she flicks one side then the other up, flashing her upper thighs….maybe even a little of the black lacy fabric under it all.

“Hell girl….I’ve ad better shows at the pool hall.” The sound of the gravely voice breaks her rhythm, faltering to a stop and looking into his wizened old face. A male hand large and clumsy looking reaches out for her, forcing her to take a step backwards to avoid it. Something tugs at her deep inside….stopping her movements as his eyes glare into hers.

“Slave….you will stay still and do what ole Lenny says….isn’t it the way it works?” Obeying the order she stops and casts her own eyes down. The feeling returns, the feeling of a hungry gaze that threatens to devour her as its weight shifts across her skin while the old man continues to move his eyes over every inch of her body.

His voice clear, “I will look an touch as I wanna….so get a lil closer here.”

The old chair creaks as weight shifts, the sound grating across her skin. Still the fire smolders inside, brightening a little at the orders, the inability to disobey….and some small piece of her not wanting to. Julia takes a hesitant step forward, testing the waters. “I said a step slave!” This time she steps fully, one legs shin touching the edge of the chair between the mans legs, seeing the large hands and knees as she continues to look downwards. A leering face comes into view, smiling at her, laughing at her discomfort.

“Now you’ll lift that little skirt so I can see whatcha got on….” Slowly her hands go down as he continues to look into her eyes, watching for the least sign of rebellion. This man has power, she shudders to think of her body in his hands…the things he would make her do….the, oh god, a small spasm down low as she thinks about those things and the warmth cascades across her, heat coming to her face and across the valley between her breasts.

“So the slave can feel…..” his hand raises a calloused palm to her check, caressing the soft smooth skin of youth. Watching her reaction as the dress comes up, his eyes coming away from hers and looking at her….really looking, and the weight of the stare heavy between her legs.

“Ohhh girlie, now that’s a sight….I think you can leave um on” His hand twisting and tightening about her hair pinning her head were it is. With her hair caught in the iron grip, Julia stands stiff and silent. Watching as Lenny brings his other hand up her inner thigh, testing her will, fingers tracing the edges of the black lacy panties waiting for the slightest sign of flight like a cat playing with its food.

Control, she has lost it, has become a small play thing in the hands of a monster, not knowing for certain if he will devour her or merely be content to play. Her looks, her actions only spur the monster on….and make her body do things she doesn’t want to admit she feels. The fire is growing, being stoked with each undeniable caress. A part of her wanting to flee into the corner of her mind long ago reserved for times like this….just can’t…the old man won’t let her, demands her attention, keeps her focused, feels his fingers. His voice still real, never fading as so many had before.

“yur a wet one….just” fingers moved under the fabric, sliding along her puffy lips, knees buckling slightly, displaying her need all to readily. “ thar, better to see that little bit of red”. His hand pulling her hair out and down as his face came closer bowing her back till both knees find the edge of the chair, her midsection bowing forward, into the waiting face.

Closing her eyes, feeling the hot breath upon her mound….so close, the tongue, oh god the tongue, flicking out and then down around the tuft of hair the master had kept when he shaved her. Down to the top of her lips, pressing against them and the sensitive nub that betrays her body’s desire for this man. Sound from somewhere reaches her ears. Somewhere not to distant from her, a girls moan….fills the air. ‘oh my god….not me’. Knowledge certain and true, as she bites her lip in order to stifle the sound, brings pain to the pleasure she feels and shouldn’t.

Lenny feels the hands behind his head, pulling him forward, into the warm body. While her moans fill the air with the sounds of a women enjoying his actions. He laughs inwardly, knowing her reluctance, her aversion towards him. Yet she responds well, training hell, she seems to be doing just fine. Still there is no need to give her more; rather it is time to show her how just how much he is in charge.

The lips leave her body even as her arms and hands try to keep them close. Realizing what she has done, she lets go in utter revulsion. Shuddering again at the thought of this man in her bed, but held pinned in an arch towards him, open to him. The hand in her hair lets her head up while the other slides to her hip, a gentle nudge. She stays still, not knowing what is expected. “Turn around” the voice commanding her to obey. One hand spinning her, the other firmly in her hair as she turns… pulling downward forcing her head lower…lower till it hangs even with her knees. Her scalp is in pain, held firmly by her long red hair, while the other hand roams over her buttocks, taking time to linger on them. Moving the G-string aside he continues to explore the sensitive flesh with his fingers, first revealing the crack of her ass, then the lips of her pussy as they glitter in the light from the wetness she fights so hard against. The hand continues to knead her flesh, content to play with the small firm cheeks in turn.

Sensations slide along her torso, warm and full of promise….colliding into the pain that dances from her scalp. The feelings mingling, becoming stronger, pain blending to pleasure as her back arches in order to provide better access. ‘oh god, not right….not this’ she thinks trying to fight the pleasure, to feel the pain, the revulsion as the old man plays her body against her mind.

“Yah need to strip for them”. One hand cracking across her bare butt, dismissing her as she involuntarily jumps forward, held painfully by her hair before it can be fully released. One quick glance back into the smirking old man, daggers if she could do them, but he sees what lies behind the look, acquiescence, knowledge of who will master whom.

Stumbling slightly in the shoes, not used to the high stiletto, taken aback by her dismissal and the pain that mixes with the pleasure of the touch so recently felt, she steps towards Dave and Fred. Working once again to get into the beat of the music, feeling the cool air against her skin where the G string has been pulled aside. Desperate to put it right, feeling like a slut for having to leave it…not liking the feeling, the utter nakedness it seems to bring on. Julia is no slut….and yet here she is, stripping before three men, being humiliated by their touch….if it had just been Dave, well he was cute…and well she could control him….control…that was the ticket, think control.

Moving in on the men, the swish of the short dress bouncing about her long legs as she saunters over to them taking back control with each step. Each step, her demeanor changing as shoulders square, and the bounce growing more pronounced. The glint in her eyes focusing, closing in for the hunters kill. A twirl letting the dress rise up and outwards, showing off the skewed G-string, flashing the men with her half bare mound of Venus. Their reaction, that of two school boys getting a little dirty for the first time. If there was one thing she knew it was a school boy, which was something she could deal with.

For the first time Shania notes that Julia is giving a good show….something deeper though comes through as well. Yes, it is too bad the wrong attitude has come out. Before the slave thought she was in charge it was going to be up to her to take control back from her….show the men what it meant to properly train the slave. It was a difficult lesson, once she had also thought the power of her mouth on her master prick would allow her control. He had let her go, congratulating her on her abilities, and then promptly taken all control from her as he fucked her mouth to his desire. Perhaps the lesson could be taught Julia….

The music continues, growing faster. Hands come up and play through her hair, blue eyes looking at the men from under her lashes, a mischievous grin curling her red lips at the corners. Red hair flies about with a shake of her head sliding across her shoulders and hiding those perky breasts. Stepping in time with the music Julia runs her hands over the dress, playing with her perky breasts beneath the silk fabric, teasing the nipples erect. Watching the change in the men as she plays with herself and liking the effect she has on them.

Hands down she flips the hem of the dress up, revealing herself for an instant. Bringing a finger up and shaking it at the men, like a old lady chastising young men for daring to look wrong at a girl….The gesture ending with the finger against her mouth, sliding it in and sucking along its length. Teasing the men, gaining back control with each gesture.

Fred makes a play at her; the old man got his hands on the flesh, well so can he. Athletic speed and prowess push past his flailing hands and in a slow deliberate twirl her hand finds its way forward, open, falling upon the unguarded side of the man’s face. The crisp sound of flesh on flesh reverberates through the room, nothing subtle about the power of the strike. Julia spins quickly away, laughing in time with the music.

“Stop” the last note of music hanging in the air as if waiting….the melody over, music gone.

The voice, commanding and female, “Julia, damn it”, anger clear and present in her inflection. Shania rarely cursed….this was going to be bad. A bounce of blonde hair and swish of black silk striding over the floor spoke of her arrival. Moving next to the red head, hands in red hair, pulling the girl downwards to her knees.

“Gentlemen, the slave once again forgets herself….showing that your training is crucial to her learning her station.” Grabbing the girl, looking her in the eyes, “Would you rather I strip you or them….no….lets ask the men” turning her eyes, looking at the assembled men who now stand, “would you like me to strip her or would you like to do it.”

Lenny curled lazily back into the chair, “wall I love a good cat fight….or a lil girl on girl…..I’ll watch.” Settling further into the chair like everything was already decided.

Dave and Fred just stared at one another, then the girls then back….finally looking over at Lenny, they sat….watching and waiting. There is only one alpha for every pack, Shania silently thinks, long ago she had picked him out.

“Seems the little slave is going to learn how to strip with some assistance…. Raven I need the bracelets.” Commanding all the girls now, Shania drags the recalcitrant Julia back a few steps and proceeds to ready her. Sliding around behind the girl, just about disappearing from view in the tall ones shadows, Shania places one leg between Julia’s. With a swift kick she pops Julia’s right leg, almost sending her sprawling…

“You will spread your feet slave.” Dark hair hovers into view, holding out two fur lined manacles. “Put them on her…it would seem the slave does not yet understand she serves her masters pleasure, and it is her masters pleasure that she serve these men.“

“No….I’ll do it…” not seeing anything working, not remembering Shania ever before this mad “Please, I just need the practice, like in basketball….it took time to learn to dribble…you remember growing up” Getting no where, things happening fast. She tries again, an incoherent stream of verbiage…..
. Grabbing the red heads arm Raven places the manacle upon it with an audible click, locking it away. Right arm then left, both securely fastened into place. Finally the babbling stops, the emotion settles, stopping all movement as the other girls move about her. The legs however betray her, the click of metal upon her ankle audible, causing her to glance downwards in wonder. Still Raven works, oblivious to the other girls’ discomfort. Lenny just smiles…the smile of a predator about to enjoy a feast. When Julia’s gaze finds his she grimaces, taken aback at what was surely going through the man’s mind.

With a yank of red hair Julia’s head goes backwards, eyes up. Staring at the blonde towering over her from behind as she waits, “suddenly things are a bit different….you can learn the way free of bonds or not…the choice is one you made….” Letting it all sink in through the thick skull. “You chose the bonds”.

“Mistress….I was….I was giving a show…like you said”

“No slave, now you are the show…..yet again.”

Releasing her hair, Julia hears the click of the stilettos as they hit the ground….smirks at Shania needing to stand on a table to tower over her as she hears the scrape of wood on wood. “The slave seems amused by something; would you like to fill me in?”

“Mistress?”

“Yes”

“…..it’s ok; I…I did wrong…..you can let me go, I’ll do what ever with them….ok”

There is no answer immediately, just a pause as each of the girls size the other up. Julia drops her gaze first identifying who is Alpha. “A slave must never lie….you are a liar, how stupid do you really think I am after all this time. Was it not I who found you and released you from the world you hated….am I not giving you a new one that loves you?”

More scrapes of wood….more noise in the unbearable silence broken only by breathing, coming long and heavy. One small hand reaches forward and grabs the fabric about the left nipple, tightening and twisting slowly. “OEEwch, what…” Julia cuts off the indignation at being man handled as she views the eyes that pierce her. Twisting her body to the left to take some of the pressure off the painful hold upon her tit and its nipple she tilts her entire body. Still the hand pushes, she steps backwards….another step then another.

“Good, the slave is slow to learn but can learn, now put you hands over your head. “ Hands rise as if in surrender, something brushes them, another metallic click. Unable to help herself Julia looks upwards, sees the curly black hair, the face of Raven as she secures the metal links between the black iron manacles binding them together. Then taking the dangling length of white cotton rope she ties it to the links between the manacles. Julia breaths in a long heavy breath, blowing it out slowly, feeling the dress constrict across her chest.….is she to be tied in place and then used….what does Shania intend? Fear floats to the front of her thoughts….are they going to rape her?

Something steel glitters in the fire light of the lanterns as it twirls in Shania’s hand. The metallic glint catches the eyes of the men as small fingers palm an object and twirl it. Attention going between the red head getting tied up and the small blonde’s hand.

Fred reacts first….”Whoa, like where’d that come from…..”, looking right at the object in Shania’s hand.

She follows his gaze, then answers, “Oh, well a girl needs a little self protection sometimes….upon 9^th circle the master allows a girl to carry things”. Two other girls show the astonishment etched upon their faces….all the words from the mistress…some a little before; slaves don’t lie….riding through their minds, how many more secrets is Shania privy too that she has not shared with them.

“There is no way I’m going to stand here and let you cut her” moving forward, only stopping when a grizzled old hand lights upon his shoulder.

“Dave, I don’t think she’s gonna stick ‘er”

Smart man that one, good reason to fear him in her bed, better reason to want him there for the things he would be capable of doing to her….it thrills her to have found another man capable of mastering her, god and it frightens as well, the eternal paradox of a slaves life. If he touches her again she knows she will be a gone. Looking up into Julia’s eyes, putting the small knife in front of her, “The dress is too good for this slave….she does not deserve it and so will loose it.”

Another look of astonishment fills Julia’s eyes. She likes the dress, likes the way it fits her….watches as the knife slides between her breasts, while her heart skips a beat in object fear for her life, the knife pausing between her breasts The cold metallic surface sliding so close to her heart, so close to a death blow. Soon she hears the sound of silk sliding down the blade….not stopping till it slices through the hem, straight down her front. Shania steps back to enjoy her handiwork, eyes it critically, the g-string still cocked to the side revealing the small spear of red hair that rides upon the slave’s mound. “No, not good enough I’m afraid” moving back in with the blade, running it up a shoulder and arm. Slicing though the silk with ease she continues, the knife’s keen edge evident in the way it glides through the fabric. Julia whimpers with each touch of the metal, no longer certain that it will not pierce her skin. No longer certain of her worth and whether she will survive the night. Men marvel at the body as the fabric falls away, marvel at the blade and where it was upon that body, the dress concealing nothing to the eyes. Red silk fabric falls to the ground in a heap about the girl’s feet.

“There, done” With a swirl of black silks she steps away from the red head, “Next time I’ll take the hair from your head” Walking over to one of the tall posts scattered through the room and gathering up a length of rope in her hands. Knife gone, the same as it arrived; nothing shows in her hands as she pulls upon the rope. Julia’s arms go taught, body stretching to remain on her feet. With another heave the body swings airborne, inches above the floor.

“Whhhaaat, nooooo” Julia cries out, “huurrtts, pleeaaassssssssssee, be gooodd”

“Dave, don’t worry, your going to get to help her.” One more tug and the rope is quickly tied off on the brackets of the post. Shania looks over at the men, then to Julia as she dangles swaying and kicking her feet. “It hurts a lot less if you don’t fight it so…..”

A small voice from the darkness, “Julia, she tells the truth.” The first time any of them has heard the black haired beauty talk yet, not realizing that she is still even in the room.

Julia slowly stops moving, moans cross her lips between breaths. Something behind her slides forward, brushes against the backs of her knees. “The slave will remain still.” Fear wells up inside her, what will her punishment be at the hands of the only person who has ever given her pleasure in a bed. Will she ever feel that way again, feel those fingers and tongue setting her on fire. There is talking and more movement all about her as she gently sways in the air waiting for the next blow to fall.

Chairs enter her vision from both sides. Male bodies sit down upon them, one more then to her front….oh god she thinks, what are they planning? Yet anything to get the pain from her wrists, to get her weight supported.

“The slave may bring her feet up and put them between the men’s legs upon the chair…..carefully”. Julia gladly obeys this new command, driving the weight off her soar wrists and back on her own feet where it belongs. She sees the iron bar next, watches as Shania clips it in place, each end against an anklet securing her feet in a wide stance.

“A pleasure slave spreads her legs for her master….now you will do the same, perhaps you will learn to keep them spread….” Shifting her attention, “the men may touch the slave in anyway they desire…..enjoy yourselves she serves your pleasure. I promise later you will fuck every one of her orifices should you desire.”

“Whhhaaaaaaaaaaatt?” Horror at the thought of them actually doing what is described. Bile rising in her throat even as the heat rises deep inside physically unable to prevent any of them from doing a thing.

“If you continue to make noise like that screech I’ll gag you” the sincerity dripping from each of the words.

Dave and Fred sit at her feet, unable to move them due to the bar and the need to support her body weight. She feels the hands, trailing across her legs, working there way up in firm caresses. Lenny stands in front of her, looking up into her eyes as he reaches upwards for her neck.

“I’d think you’d want gold here.” Tapping with his fingers on the harsh black iron band that encircles her throat; reminding her of her status as the lowest of the slaves. A cold salty tear rolls down her cheek, “yah want it don’t yah, to be one of them” gesturing in the direction of the two other slaves. “let go….enjoy, ole Lenny can help” quietly said, nothing like the lecherous old man he has personified. Stepping from her front, she hears the creak of wood behind her, the puff of breath upon a shoulder. Hands pull her head back between her arms, now slightly slack with the weight off them. The old mans face swims before her eyes as the hands on her legs glide up her inner thighs, over the top of the stockings. The kiss is deep, lips and tongues seeking one another. Closing her eyes to it thinking of someone else, yet unable to bring another face to the one she kisses. A sharp intake of breath around the lips that seal themselves against hers, as fingers slide across her slowly swelling clit.

“If I hadn’t seen this myself I would have thought for certain she was not enjoying herself….Are all women like this?”

While her tongue dances with another she hears the response in the distance….yet with each word she sounds closer. “Dave, I told you before that a woman trained and willing to be a slave is this way…Julia is a willing slave, she is only missing the training.

Fingers slide into her, she gasps around the lips against hers with the touch upon her wet and waiting channel. Warmth spreads out of her gut, slides like a phantom up her torso and down her legs. The building pressure makes her tighten her abdomen. Wiggling against the men’s fingers, her knees bend slightly, driving them further inwards with the building desire. ‘No’ She thinks, ‘rape I might handle….but this, no…I can’t want it….’ even as she helps the fingers within her, even as her tongue plays over the mouth of the man to her front.

Movement behind her, the mouth upon hers lets her go. Eyes still closed enjoying the sensation as the men play with her body, her mind descending into the chaos of desire and revulsion. A smaller hand grabs her forehead, pulling her head back through her arms eyes fluttering open. Looking upwards she sees the green orbs swimming over her, a smile on the face.

“While they play you will pleasure me, show them what you can do.” The silk of the black dress falling across her face as Shania straddles it, her musky scent filling Julia’s nostrils and sending a shudder down her spine.

“Yes mistress” a quite whisper, the tongue sliding outwards towards the waiting warmth and wetness.

The men watch, their hands still against the flesh as a blonde girls eyes slide close and her mouth parts. The grin as the tall one’s jaw slides about between the legs of the blonde, hidden by the black silk. That is until a hand reaches up and slides the silk to the side. Hips wiggle as the jaw moves. Hands resume their motions upon the pale skin, playing with its smooth surface. Someone finds an erect nipple, teases it, eliciting a soft moan muffled by the body above the seeking mouth.

“I’d like that mouth around my prick” Watching as Julia works the bare pussy above her.

The body above her moves….slides away and looks down upon the scene from above. Julia tips her head forwards, looks down her body to meet the simmering green eyes. They seem on fire, dancing in multiple hues of green. Watches as a smile crosses those red lips and thinks it is for her….thinks that until she notices the old mans hand disappearing down the front of the black dress and know where that hand rests. ‘is this what her life will be, is that what it means to be a pleasure slave?’ the tought rattles around in her head, fighting for coherence as hands play across her own body and the sensations build. The chains that bind her as much a part of foreplay as the hands that caress her…..’Oh god no…I’m better than that…really’ but even then doubting her own thoughts.

“You’ve warmed her up nicely….I told the slave long ago that men could warm her”, the voice in front of her, a smaller, warmer hand rubbing her abdomen then sliding over pert tits, engorging the nipples with the lingering touch. “Yes, these will be much more acceptable when they are properly decorated” Squeezing the nipple, watching the reaction in the body, judging it “….it is time to continue the training in another venue; she warmed up much faster than I anticipated.”

Men move, laughing heartily, as her arms are once again pulled straight up. Suddenly she floats free of the chairs, but only for a moment. Then with a creak of the old pulley her feet find the wooden floor, arms coming down till they fall to her front, manacles and all.

Julia watches as Shania saunters over to her, and undoes the clasp that holds the manacles together. “Turn around”. Puzzlement clouds her eyes, then swinging one foot a bit at a time she swings her self around, the iron bar between her ankles making havoc with the move. It takes some time; but gradually she turns till her ass is to the men. “Bend over….yes like that” Bending at the waist, arms hitting the ground palms down just like the stretches for basketball. Glad, not for the first time that she is limber and athletic, able to do the stretches Shania now asks her to do. Feeling the closeness of warm female flesh next to hers, her skin crawls with anticipation of having Shania this close….even with the things that have been done to her.

Sliding against the girl, the soft silk caressing her skin, Shania pulls open the tall ones ass cheeks and comments, “Ahhhh, delicious” letting the men witness first hand the foreplay of one girl with another. Bending over and letting her tongue slither over the top of the valley, pushing Julie’s back forward, bending her into a tighter V till the manacles clang against the bar between her feet. Moving a finger up, she slides it down the wet valley, folding the puffy swollen lips to the side, revealing the little pink hole before filling it with her finger. Julia gasps, air hissing from between her lips as the finger slides free.

“Yes, she is ready to move to the next step” Releasing her and walking to the men, sitting before them. “Julia you are to crawl over here and lay across my legs.”

Julia looks through her legs, still bent forwards, with eyes hard and sharp. Once again the rebel inside threatens to undo what has been accomplished. Shania acts fast to dispel the rebel, and bring her once again under control. “Be a good slave and push the chairs around me for the men to sit upon.” Hesitation as Julia weighs her options.

“Julia, I will not tell you again, do it…though now you can crawl” Julia slowly assumes her position on all fours, then crawling across the old wooden boards pushing each chair into the position her mistress demands….face red with frustration and anger at the degradation she is having to endure….almost does she storm from the room, only the masters words keep her there. Words for her ears only, the rest did not need to know what had started the break in the dam she has maintained so steadfastly these last few weeks. It takes her extra work to arrange the chairs by pushing on them with her head….but she does as she is told. A fact not lost on Shania or the Master as he watches from the windows, perhaps she is salvageable. Beckoning to the three men, Shania takes her place next to a chair, still wearing the black dress and stockings, stance dominate, submission lost with the change of context.

With the chairs in place, she crawls to Dave, holds him, eyes beseeching his in a final attempt to win a reprieve. The eyes say she will be his, be good. She puts all the feeling she is capable of into those eyes. Happily her head finds his crotch as large hands press the back of her head.

“Please take a seat” gesturing with a fluid hand and arm movement, graceful and elegant, like a Hollywood star showing off her latest car to the assembled paparazzi. Some how it is alright, even with her change in demeanor. The two men make there way to the arrangement, Dave temporarily entangled with Julia.

“Master Dave, would you be so kind as to release the slave,…Julia!, crawl before me and sit.” It was interesting how she had found him so quickly and he had responded to her. Once again she has shown just how much training she will need.

A slow reluctant parting, but once complete Julia moves quickly to the spot indicated and takes up the posture they had all seen just a short time before, Buttocks resting on ankles, knees spread in a large arc clearly delineating the small sliver of red hair that pointed directly to a slit even now showing protruding wet lips. Aroused she is. Looking upwards to a chest thrust out, its hard small points riding on firm upwelling breasts, enough to round the shape, to squeeze. Head down, shoulders back, submissive. Julia walks around the slave, taping her, changing the posture. Showing the slave who is in charge and then she talks.

“You will note the position; submissive before you….it is the proper position of a trained slave.” Waiting, ensuring that each of them understood this time what it meant, what she had done before them not long before. Her green eyes moving about the men, meeting all three male pairs, each in turn; making sure that they fully understand what is transpiring before continuing.

“It should tell you that she has placed herself completely in your care. You may ask anything and everything of the slave. Yet, you must be aware of your responsibilities as a master. They can be difficult as well. “She had their attention, and sat upon the last chair, facing all of them.

“The slave will now place herself over my legs.” A twist and forward on to all fours, crawling the short distance to Shania’s naked lap. The redhead crawling up and over the blondes legs, a production for all their benefit. “You see how the slave willingly works herself into position….if she does not then she must be punished….it is the punishment that a master must be thoughtful about.” The thought crosses Shania’s mind that she might actually be ready this time. Julia easily straddles the Shania’s shorter legs, long arms and long legs allow hands and knees to be placed firmly upon the ground.

“First, the slave must be made to understand her true position.” Her firm hands guiding Julia’s body into position. Waiting a moment, then adjusting Julia’s knees outward to open her fully, placing them exactly where Shania wanted the feet, still held apart by the bar….then adjusting them yet again. Control was the name of the game, understanding of who was in control, ensuring that Julia knew. It was a lesson she had learned well as the recipient. Hands forward, forcing a bowing of the back so that the base of her breast rested on one leg, body no longer fully off her own legs. “No, not yet, the slave is not yet fully adjusted, something missing…”, said aloud as much for the men as for Julia’s benefit. “Ah, yes, that will do for now.” Resting still hands upon the warm flesh of the back before her.

Eyes watching her every move on Julia’s body feeling the sexual tension building in the room as she explores the young girl from one end to another. Girl on girl action….of a sort, yet something no titty bar they’d ever been in had. She was left wondering if Julia could feel the tension in the room as easily as she could. Probably not, it was like her to miss the cues, made it harder to get her warmed up. Sometimes the gift was indeed a gift.

“As you can see this is one way to control a slave for punishment. My right leg goes against the front part of her legs, allowing her no space for forward movement. My left leg stays behind her breasts to allow easier access to them for a free hand. From here the buttocks are easily reached, a hand slowly circling the offered orbs, tracing patterns over and across the top of her crack and down the back of the leg. Long red hair trails to the floor between out splayed hands. Hands that held the weight of her upper body, arms that would grow weak over time and provide yet another method of exerting control.

“The whole position is to better let the slave know that utter submission is the only outcome allowed. To submit so is to achieve perfect freedom from ones own inhibitions and desires. When doing so the slave can finally find total release….the pleasure is exquisite and absolute for them.” It was getting to her; she wanted to be the one over any one of their knees, preferring the old man….’god what had she sunk too’. The denial of her desire was intense and utterly intoxicating. She was no longer sure she could get through this.

Three pairs of eyes watching, the old man Lenny’s twitching in amusement, all of them wondering what will happen next. She met Lenny’s, held them and let them see the truth, of all the men she knew he would recognize the depth of her own desire and how much this cost her.

“Dave, I tell you what, I believe her…trust ole Lenny on this one…” it was a kindness, something that she would not have thought possible for the grizzled old man.

Catching her breath and composure before continuing, “Several methods can be used to warm up the slave, but all involve the use of hands. While not necessary, it helps to create understanding between you and the individual that is to be trained.” Both hands continued to move over the smooth naked skin, coming close to the nerve filled erogenous zones but always moving away at the last moment.

“It is imperative that the slave know she is there for your pleasure. That she is a toy, a plaything” Looking up and catching Dave’s eyes, a puckering of lips and gesture with the finger, silently the order to be still and quite, to not protest what has been said. Just once she was glad when he remained so…it made it much easier on Julia to know she was now their plaything, their toy and there was no going back. It just may be that having a fellow slave over you, playing with you was worse then letting the men do so.

Julia sways her hips, arches her back, anything to get hands and fingers that trail warm sparks across her skin to the more delicate areas of her womanhood. Shania’s fingers continue the relentless assault, Julia trying to force a finger, a touch upon the more sensitive areas. Patches of skin blush, show her the full extent of her arousal. Finger tips lightly work their way down and under her breasts, lightly across hard erect nipples, confirmation of her heightened state. Yes, Shania thinks the slave is ready for the next phase…if she can keep her here perhaps she might actually find pleasure in these men’s arms. Her training would finally be able to progress from its current stagnant state.

“The slave will remain still, and will not move….” For her benefit and the men’s, “notice that as a master you must remain in control, you decide when the slave is to be rewarded for good behavior.” An occasional tongue wets lips gone dry with lust as the men wait, wondering were this is really leading.

“I cannot and will not command you, but if it is your desire, the slave should probably see the full state of your own arousal, it may help her…help her understand that men can desire her and she desire them.”

“Well missy , I for one am with you, I don’t get the wood too often but boy do I have um t’day” pants dropped, cock long and hard on full display.

Shania brings her hand down and gathers up a tangle of red hair, forces the head around to avoid the pain eyes directly in line with the mans stiff member.

“The slave has pleased these men by her actions, they desire her and it is good to remember this as your training progresses”

“Yes mistress”, it is a start, rarely does she address any as superior to herself.

“Master,” Looking at the old man, “would you be so kind as to undo my buttons.” Shifting of legs and torso, Julia can only imagine what her mistress is up to.

Shania feels the hands upon her and closes her eyes. Feels the touch of air against skin held captive by the silk cloth as it slides away from her and relishes the feeling. A hand snakes its way from her shoulder and gathers up the gold ring upon her nipple. Skin to skin a light brushing that sends a shiver across her breast, then a gently tug upon the ring. The nipple stretches outwards, pain mixes with the pleasure for a brief moment. Breath comes inwards in a across clenched teeth, brought on by the sensations. The old man never lets a chance to play a little go by. Yes, the things she would feel in his arms. A tremor down low….god how is she to get through this?

A full breast, capped with gold, sways against the naked pale skin of the redheads back as Shania now leans forward, as much for her own pleasure as that of the slaves. The touch of cool metal upon naked skin, provocative, warmth shooting through both bodies one held rigid the other gently swaying, rubbing. A hand rolls across the engorged clit and lips, up into the small patch of red hair. “ARGHHHHH”. The moan rolls across Julia’s red painted lips; a small climax as her clit is finally touched, shuddering with the release. Shania’s hands stop, body comes back up again, “The slave will not cum…do you understand?” She gives a slow nod tossing her red hair, movement of a head upon the graceful lines of a neck banded by plain black iron. One that may change soon enough to gold if this continues.

For Dave’s benefit, “that was a real if not small orgasm, wrought from the pleasure that she finds in being a slave….brought by just the mere touch because of the excited state she is in….a state brought on by the thought of serving you.”

Shania, voice slightly huskier now, “you can see that a bond has formed, the training will commence, ….normally the slave would remain in the present position but to be sure you can see, the slave will sit straight up for a moment….” Red hair rises, obeying, nipples clearly hard and full atop small red areolas. Obeying the command instantly, one could say even enthusiastically, as she rises. Pushing her chest forward, as if hoping the next touches will be longer and more strident upon her breasts she waits.

A delicate hand slides up Julia’s taut abdomen fingers trailing in a line…up…up to the perky full breast. All can see the tension in Julia’s face as she fights showing the sensations and what they are doing to her. Eyes closed, bottom lip caught under bared front teeth, trying to suppress another moan. A small loose fist forms atop the nipple, fingers slightly splayed, nipple between the last two. A sudden hissing in take of breath from Julia as the fist tightens is all that expresses the result of the next action. Shania continues as if nothing has happened.

“Sometimes a slave can be further restrained and enticed by simply immobilizing her tits. The easiest way is to try to get a hold of both nipples… I have one, and if I move my hand over…I can get the other” A breast is stretched taut by the fist holding the nipple as it is pulled toward the other. Breast stretched cruelly; finally a thumb closes around the other, pinching it between thumb and forefinger. Each breast pulled towards its partner, held secure in a single small hand.

“I have both of them in one hand. Every time the slaves moves she pulls against herself”, As if on cue Julie jumps slightly, pulling against herself as nipples stretch and breasts cone downwards against her upwards movement. A small stifled cry leaves her mouth. A cry filled with passion and an undercurrent of pain.

“She jumped because she did not expect the other hand upon her…I’m now in full control, every move she makes will only increase the sensations her body feels. My hand will remain perfectly still under her as I move to the next phase of the training.

“The slave will resume her original position over my legs”, movement now and settling back onto all fours. “Still my grip remains upon the slaves nipples, restraining her downwards. Any movement will be met with her breast being pulled in the opposite direction.

“Again all of her is exposed to my hand. The strikes should be with the flat of the palm and fingers, enough to bring out a reddening of the skin. You would first start anywhere in this area” The gesture, a flourish of the hand like a sales person showing off some product. “Eventually you might strike here, upon her sex, but in doing you will be striking a very sensitive area, one that could cause her to reach climax…be forewarned.” A yelp and intake of breath as Shania’s right hand descends flat onto the creamy skin of Julia’s left cheek, leaving a pink mark against the delicate pale flesh. Again hand down firmly on backside, fast without warning. A natural movement away from the source of discomfort, back rising, then stopping and back down, another small wince issued forth between clenched lips. Surprise, not expecting Shania to actually deliver the blow, surprise at how her breasts remain in the tight lock even as she tries to rise. The pleasure that had earlier nearly brought her to orgasm even now mixed with the pain. Warmth and fire brought on by he blows cascading across her loins rolls deeper inside to mix with her desire. She feels shame at actually enjoying this…and playing to an audience of men, men that just a short time before she had commanded and humiliated. Life was always interesting with its turns of fate, a complete reversal of earlier events. An up thrust ass wiggles, begging in its motion, wondering when the next blow will fall, wanting it too as the desire builds to a state of near climax.

“You will note the slave is responding …Dave, she is feeling even now the mix of pleasure and pain, they are becoming one…” Another slap hits her cheek, new position and this time less movement. Shania can even now feel Julia’s belly heating up upon her leg. Warmth thick upon her, gold warm to the touch now, strange she thinks, this has not happened before. Feels the red eyes that stare upon them though windows, and in the dark corners. Shania shimmies forward upon the seat towards its edge, thinking, then commanding.

“Julia, I want the hand closest to me to go under my leg…yes like that …now between them….ahhhh yes, that’s the idea..” Shania looks around and sees three sets of eyes all watching with full interest now. An idea of what has just transpired, but unable to see… a leap of faith as the fantasy continues to play out in their heads and before their eyes…

“Nobody ever said that you couldn’t get a hand job from the slave while the training continues” A smile for their benefit, fire spreading in her at the touch upon warm gold and all it lays against. Julia’s arm shakes, muscles getting tired of holding her body up, now reduced to just one to carry the weight.

“I still can’t believe she is enjoying this, not that I think she would be honest in telling it any way.” Dave again, should name him Thomas…doubting Thomas…

“Let the girl go…you ole bugger” Lips wet, watching intently, waiting for his chance.

Another hand down fast and hard, red prints left on soft white flesh, then another. Another groan issues forth between red pouty lips. Heat is heavy upon her thighs; slick with sweat. She gives a slight downward tug on the nipples pulling her breasts down stretching them hard. “AHHHH umphhh”

“Master Dave…, she is responding, The heat upon my legs from her belly tells me that and she is just about hit release…I stopped it, pinched the base of her clit, that was the noise you just heard….But since you are a doubting Thomas come over here and see for yourself…” Shania waited for him to finish the movement, hand gesturing for him to sit behind Julia. She had doubts that he would ever make a good master, no not one that would do well by her.

“look, run your hand up the inside of her thigh and feel the wetness, smell it…yes, that is not sweat, it is her juices, flowing so heavily that it is now running down her thighs.”

It’s a whisper that flows from her lips, “please no….mistress”, gasping in shame of her own heightened state, naked, punished…. She hangs her head, a halo of red hair hiding her face as her eyes water. This was the man she sought to control, the one that was cute….to think he would see her as she was, a slave.

“the slave will remain quite and will gladly show the men that even in her apparent punishment she finds pleasure in what free women would find degrading and humiliating. “ Shania paused, letting the words sink in. “You are no better than I, yes you are a slave, you prove it now, and these men are here as witness to this.” Then softer, quietly, “they will see to your training and introduction to the collar as no one has so far…I predict you will soon have the gold you have so sought and been too proud to earn….you do make a perfect little pleasure slave, I do have a way of picking them out in a crowd….did I not go directly to you?”

“Yes mistress….you did”, very softly, for her benefit.

“What did she say?” Dave…doubting Thomas written all over the way the question was asked.

“The slave has admitted that she is ready for her training to continue at your hands…please touch the slave and learn the truth…enjoy the feel of her warm wet snatch and think what it will feel like to fuck it….and her mouth.”

A rough callused hand runs up Julia’s inner thigh, bringing revulsion to her as well as a tingling thrill. To be displayed like this, used, touched, then shown to all those gathered that she is clearly enjoying it all…almost against her will. Men she had just embarrassed and humiliated, having full authority over her and god damn her soul but she was beginning to really want them to fuck her. The wetness that rolls from within her tells the truth of the story, tells them that she is becoming something that she is not really ready to become. Wet….wet and wanting of the attention that they promise all brought on by Shania, and her own shame.

“I…I…unbelievable…god, what a woman” Shania feels the subtle shift of weight, as the young woman reacts positively to the compliment. It is the first stirrings of the sexuality within that she noticed so many weeks ago at the party. Julia’s back bows to lift her ass further into the air, a relaxing in the hips as they tilt ever so subtly, trying to show herself more openly to the mans eyes, trying to entice him to plunge his full length into her. Head up now, tilted to look over her shoulder, slightly dropping it to get a better view, greater weight upon Shania’s legs.

“Ok, I’m hot and I’ll show you how much”, pants come off. A large fully erect cock points upwards, young and ready. Julia shifts slightly seeing the man’s fullness, his size, trying to edge closer to it like a cat in heat. Pulling against the hold on her nipples and not feeling the pain as they stretch. She feels only desire, and a need to be filled by this man, to please him. Seeks to be released to do so and so she begins to work on her mistress.

A finger plunges inward, lustfully playing across the inside folds of Shania’s pussy as excitement builds….all on a word from a man…training taking hold like never before.

The entity watched through a dozen eyes, watched the shift of attitude displayed in body and was pleased at his slaves. His queen slave had broken the other like she had never been broken yet, it was an interesting development. One he would have to think on…Orders… the night was long from over with this development.

“I told you once she was warmed up she was fire … Julia would you like to take him …now?

The last vestiges of pride seem to break, she wants to be fucked with the abandon that she has seen Raven and Shania engage in….even if it is these uncouth red-necks. It pains her to utter the words, pains her because there is a deeper truth to them than she cares to really admit, “Pleeaase, oh yes mistress…” Hands release their hold. A look into her eyes even as Julia’s hand still strokes her, slick with moisture generated by her own sex.

“Why don’t you just suck Master Dave dry, while you do that…ah, who wants the other end?” Looking and seeing the answer…”tell you what old man, you can have her over your knee when they finish with her, I can see it in you.” Sweet smile, knowing what he wants and that he will willingly wait for the chance.

“I tell you what, how about I get to spank her in front of the other workers tomorrow?” Terror splays across eyes that are now locked with hers. “Tonight you can practice, and if the master wishes then tomorrow she will be there naked, ready, and willing should you command it.

Julia pales slightly at the request, knows that if the master decrees it, it will happen. No, he wouldn’t…

“Well missy you drive a ard bargain…done”

“Go, and thank you” softly said as Shania shifts her legs downwards. “I suggest you bend her over that table there and tie the manacles to the bar under the table. This slave needs to be bound….it will help her remember what she is while you enjoy her. ”

Just a murmur, a nod…Crawling between each of the two men till she makes it to the table. Getting up and then bending over its sticky wet surface. They hadn’t had a chance to wipe the tables down yet. Stale beer greeted her skin, she laughed, wanting those cocks inside her, to feel the pleasure erupt deep within her again. “Pleasseee hurry, god yes, tie me up.” There was no way to interpret that any other way than somebody that is willing Shania thinks to herself.

Arms dangling downwards, shoulders and head over the edge of the table, her upper thighs against the other edge; Julia waits. Sauntering over to the table the pumps beating out their own rhythm of time with each click of plastic on wood…each step anther piece of the beat that the men’s hearts contract on, Shania proceeds to the table. Going to all fours and crawling under she secures the rope to the manacles after clipping them together. Several loops of rope later, the manacles are now tied to the bar between her feet. Julia finds herself unable to move, vulnerable with her upturned ass, head hanging, soon to be used.

Crawling out from under the table, “I suppose old man that you’re going to just sit there and enjoy the show?”

“Missy, I’m gonna do that til thare done fur, then I’m going to smack that ass with me hand and then with me cock…..An ole man jus gets one shot…unless he gots some of them new fangled pills….ain’t got none of them…maybe ya should sell em” A full smile showing crooked teeth, followed by a deep throaty laugh, “sur could use sum now, wiff two of yah” A Last wink before he turns away to watch the action developing on the narrow table.

Looking up, the idea hits her. “Julia, just a minute, you’re going to do this right…this time they will take you as they wish. Raven we will need the clips,” changing the direction of her focus, then continuing “ ….I’m sorry for the delay, but humor me for a moment and I assure you that Julia will have far more fun….” The wicked grin says it all, Julia can only lie upon the table and ponder the words, unable to see a thing. While they wait for Raven’s return Shania strolls over to the trussed up red head.

“Now you boys won’t mind if I play a little with your meal first…would you?” An impish grin from all three of the men turns from her mouth. Leave it to Lenny to be the first to figure out there is to be a little action…..as he gets up and pulls the chair forward for a better view while the other two just look at her with that look of incomprehension written all over their faces.

“What food you goona play with?” Fred responds, looking about the place for something to eat.

“Jus sit and watch….how’d you guys ever crew with me.” Lenny simply stands there shaking his head in disbelief.

Sauntering over to the firm ass so nicely stretched from being bent over, Shania can’t help but play a little with the G-string as is stretches over the rounded hips. Fingertips tracing little circles over the flesh as she enjoys the sensation of Julia’s skin against her nails, stroking it with a delicate little move that sometimes flickers closely to the sweet pucker of Julia’s ass. “If I were a man, I think this ass would be a great deal of fun to fuck.” Talking to her self so the men can hear her as she plays with the girls fully displayed ass. “Oh my, what have we here….It would seem tying you up has its merits.” Going to her knees and sniffing in the aroma that was all Julia. The smell that greets her nostrils posses a hint of fear…fear that should provide a heavenly elixir. Yet the tang of fear only serves to overlay the strong scent of womanly sex that makes her take notice. Julia always did smell good. She kept her engine clean, ready to run. She was ready; the clips would only take her one step closer to being pierced. Let her feel what it would be like.

With her index finger she rubs down the middle of the red heads wet mound. The small moan is reward enough to tell Shania just how ready her fellow slave is. The smells of sex, the sounds of passion, the sight of the pink engorged lips glittering with juice….it all told the truth, an undeniable truth of a young girl ready to be a pleasure slave. Moving in closer, the aroma overpowering her senses, flicking her tongue out to catch some of the nectar the girl offered….tasting her, sucking her into her mouth and playing her teeth over the sensitive inner lips. Julia bucks against her, moaning, unable to get away from the touches that drive her crazy with lust. Eyes closing against the pleasure, mouth hanging open….”Shania, pleasse let me loose, I’ll be good”

“So boys, what’cha think….is the meal ready or should we cook it a little longer?” Raven coming in then, saving her from losing herself in Julia’s pussy. Two chains of silver strung through her graceful fingers. “ever seen one of these?” looking at the men….at least Dave and Fred….Lenny doesn’t count, probably already used one of them on some little thing in his past. Seeing the look, “well then gather round and you can watch me set the first one in place….lets see Dave, just let the rope a little loose, she’ll need to come up a bit so we can get to those pretty little tits.”

Bouncing around the table, till she faces Julia, “Come on slave, time to be decorated for your master’s pleasure.” Julia eyes the silver clip, not sure she likes this idea. “Come on there, push those little titties out like you do while you play cards.” Her fast smile and mistress’s words telling the gathering of men that she has been caught caught doing something that nobody is really supposed to notice. Hands still bound by the manacles, palms on the edge of the table, back bowed and tits nicely pressed together between her arms giving her more cleavage than normal. Reaching up and firmly taking hold of one of the pert full nipples, then bringing the clip around it at the base. Finally, sliding up the base to keep it secured in place. The loud intake of breath makes her look into the blue eyes. The mouth forms a large O…mouthing ow….then biting down on her lower lip. Leaning in close she whispers to the girl, “Just what till you get them pierced the first time” smiling in spite feeling a little bad about bringing it up. Then this is Julia, no doubt she will cost her something for this night. Funny how one moment they can all be best friends, the next bitter enemies, maybe it comes from being lovers as well as competitors for the masters attention. She spins the silver chain under an arm and around the girls back, finally brining it in under the other arm. Reaching for the other nipple, Julia bucks backwards as her fingers close in on the erect nub….not letting go as the flesh goes painfully taut. Sliding the ends down and then once again securing it in place, this time looking into Julia’s eyes while she does the job by feel. Seeing the fear, the pain, and the desire bubbling within them even as the wide blue eyes water, it tells her Julia is ready. Then speaking to the men while she watches the girls face…watches the ego and pride crumble.

“If you need to control the slave you can use the chain just like the reigns on a horse…see, you pull right” pulling right, watching as Julia bends that way, trying to get away from the painful tug upon her nipples. “Pulling left….good, and if she gets a little too frisky then you just pull straight back and she will buck to a stop, guaranteed.”

Passing back to the rear of the table the tall red head is tied to, “Dave go ahead and cinch her in tight.” Watching as the man pulls on the rope and Julia falls forward onto the table, the clips under her now, pressed into her soft smooth flesh. A short muffled cry tells her Julia feels them, feels her nipples even more clearly, much like what the rings do for her and Raven. One more clip to go, just enough to hold her clit in place and expose it to all the attention anyone wants to give it. Bending over again swinging her rear for the men, adjusting the back of the dress to the side so they can enjoy the view of her naked ass, she continues with preparing Julia. Stroking the sheath of Julia’s clit, playing with the wet velvety surface till it grows firm and tall. “Pleeese nooo” To late she thinks, grasping the base and setting the sides of the clip in place….sliding it closed, tightly about the base of her clit, the small chains handing upside down and brushing against the exposed tip. As she tightens it in place she hears the strangled scream of pain…no reason not to reward her a little, she thinks. Flicking her tongue against the now exposed surface of Julia’s clit she plays with her. Listening carefully for the telltale signs of pleasure amongst the stifled pain, Shania continues to play with the erect surface. A small moan struggles to make itself heard as she slurps at the exposed clit and sensitive lips. The sound she has been waiting for, the pain now lingering with the pleasure of the tongue and lips upon Julia’s pussy. Scents of pheromones cascade off the slave’s skin, scents that Shania is aware of with her sensitive noise. The inner voice tells her the girl is ready, ready as she will ever be for the pleasures that await her. Standing up behind the girl, smelling Julia’s lingering scent upon her own lips, tasting her with each brush of her tongue against those same lips she saviors the moment.

“That was gooood. Luv the show”, Clapping, looking right at her with that wicked smile of his. Shania own pussy squirms in pleasure, at the thought a master among these men approves…..Oh how low have you gone she thinks.

“She’s all yours”, Playfully slapping the bare ass as she walks away, Julia stifling a quick yelp as the redness still shows from the earlier spanking of her now very sensitive rear.

Julia has just enough time to wonder who will be doing what to her when Dave appears, his long erect cock rising to met her mouth….”Somebody said that you needed a little work sucking on a cock…well I guess you got me, after all you seemed eager enough earlier.”

She looks up at him, realizes that if she has to look at a man it might as well be this one, he is cute. She bites off a retort, her technique is fine, just doesn’t like sucking cock, it has a habit of getting messy. Dave moves his hands along her face, guiding the mouth and his cock, gaining an entrance. Forcing his long shaft past parted lips, Julia sucks inwards, playing her tongue on the underside of its soft surface. Arching his back and driving his hips forward the thick head pushes its way down her throat. Momentarily she back up till the bonds allow no more movement, trying to breath, and ease the passage simultaneously. The man who had been so careful and hesitant about using her, now taking her with a fierceness and lack of restraint that drives him deep and leaves no room for her to breath. Fighting the length of him, trying desperately to pull her head up and back, the bonds and mans hands not letting her get away….finally, he pulls back and she gasps around his width. The cock slides fully out, hangs before her it thick red tip glistening with her saliva in the flicker of the lanterns.

“So you can take a man…god that was great” gasping for air and before she can answer with even the smallest of retorts she feels the other man behind her, losing the retort as fingers probe sensitive flesh.

Suddenly a prick slides up her cleft of her ass, then down, finding the hole and driving her forward. The base of the cock drives against her labia, mouth opens slightly as the air escapes her lungs. She feels the hard shaft penetrate her, feels it wiggle inside as the man’s loins hit her ass with a resounding slap of skin on skin. Dave seems to take the open mouth as a sign she is once again ready and puts his cock head against the opening. She realizes that she is about to do two men at once. The knots tight, her movements limited she tries for one last time to talk her way out of the situation. The cock parting her lips enters her as she tries to talk, stifling the voice, resulting in nothing but a disconcerting hum of noise to leave the blocked passage.

The cock jumps within her mouth, “oh baby, now that is the start of a really good hummer…..Yeah”

“The slave should pay close attention to what the men desire, what they like and mimic it.”

It’s all too much, too fast for her. One moment she is going to try and talk her way out of the situation and the next they all take for a sign she is trying give a great blow job….hell, she doesn’t even now what a good one is….her mouth bouncing forward on the hard shaft, going deeper than she intended as Fred’s hard thrust drives her forward at the same time as Dave pushes his hips at her….a slight gag as the prick goes deep, spreading her throat, feeling her pussy warming to the thrust behind her.

“oh god, never been deep throated….” Now ramming his prick deeper, feeling it expand even as she gags and once again has trouble breathing. “This is a great BJ”.

The compliments music to her ears…they enjoy her…they want her. To be the center of attention, yes, is this how Shania does it? She fights the need to gag, trying to take the men deeper, starting to get a rhythm of movement by arching her back and changing the positions slightly. Withdrawing slightly, breath…. then driving into her throat, instinctively the teeth come out, not wanting a repeat of the first thrust. Stopping, Dave looks down.

Shania notes the lack of movement, bends to the red-heads ear, “no teeth, if he wants to fuck your throat then he gets to….the faster you make him cum, the sooner this is over.”

Relaxing, Julia unclenches on the thick shaft, she pulls back slightly letting her tongue play along the underside of his skin. Plays with the softness and then slides her mouth down the shaft. Holding her breath she pushes herself to take her lips to his base, to feel the skin of his abdomen against her upper lip. Forgetting her fear she slides his shaft deeper inside, till lips touch the firm hot base of him and then backing her way down the shaft. She feels the length of him go even harder within her mouth and smiles at her power over the man, not yet understanding her position.

“Take her how you like, she is ready” a stroke of softer hands upon her shoulder, sending little electric jolts down her body from the touch.

Wiggling her hips slightly as the Fred takes her from behind, hearing the groan as he feels her shift about him. Control returns, she is not without power her, she can change things, take them as she wants….her attitude shifts, back the Julia of old. Controlling what she can as the men slacken, letting her move them. The heat fades, the orgasm building more slowly, then receding.

A tug, pain flares from her nipples as they scrape across the wooden table and are pulled outwards. She gasps, loosing herself. “A slave is never in control unless the master demands it. If you are going to train this slave then take her. If you like your self in her throat then take her….occasionally pull back some let her breath and throw yourself back into her.” The voice above her…not remembering when Shania had gotten there….. heat builds….control lost as the cocks pump into her from both ends. Her clit turns to fire, something pulls upon it. She cries out, tears cascading down her face from the pain, the vibrations sending themselves up the cock wedged deeply in her mouth. She gags again, head bouncing fighting for breath. Slowly all the way to her lips the head recedes. She licks at it, plays with it in an effort to forestall the next onslaught. She looses herself suddenly as the heat builds and the tug upon her tits pulls her up and back onto the prick behind her. Her pussy convulses, a small flame poring through her nerves as the pain is lost in a haze of pleasure.

Hands upon her hair, controlling her position at all times, Dave pushes him self faster and deeper. Each thrust taking his body to her lips, only then backing up and starting again. His head pushing against the confining walls of her throat, a tongue playing along its underside as it rams its way in and out of her wet and potentially gifted mouth.

The old man watches, surprised by Shania when she tugs upon the chain and Julia reacts. He had failed to notice what the little blond had….something in the girl. But he notices the response, sees the change and knows that the redhead had begun to disobey…an important distinction there, something he can use latter. As the blond gets off the table he speaks with authority, the same voice he uses with his crew when he needs to get the job done. “Come….”, gesturing towards Shania. “Here”. Heart beating faster she does as she is told.

“Why” gesturing again at the group of them while they fuck, the men slowly sliding in and out of the girl now, making it last for all of them.

“She tried to assert control, the pain takes it away” in that matter of fact voice that so clearly shows how much she understands of slaves and pleasure.

“I didn’t knowtis….how?” brow furled in thought, thinking to him self how much this girl was more that she seemed at the surface. She could make herself glow in the light, attract all eyes to her and not even be looking like she was doing a thing. The movements were full of grace….by god he was going to have to see what else she was capable of.

“I sensed it rather than saw it…it would show up soon enough though, those two, they would never have noticed till they saw her smug grin afterwards. I place more faith in your ability master.” Looking down the entire time she spoke, not meeting his eyes. She knew it was that feeling, the empathy she had with the girl, could tell when things were not going right if she was concentrating on her. How do you explain things like that she thought.

“Yah call me master, not them” gesturing again at the two other men.

“You are worthy”

The slap of skin on skin and the growing moans of pleasure the only sounds for moments. “Ok,…I want yah to sit on my lap, me inside yah…see what yah can do, but no cumming…not me, not yah….got it” He smiles, saving himself for the redheads tight little ass and savoring a chance to get a taste of what a real pleasure slave could do…got to stay the master as well.

Hands delicate yet strong undo the belt buckle without a word. Not a single word of acknowledgement of the order, simple action. He likes her already, likes a woman that acts instead of talking all the time. Slouching forward in the seat he lets her work at his paints. Finding his rock hard prick, and taking it in her soft hands. It has been a long time since he’s felt like this, only hopes the feeling will last.

Breasts, heavy and full came up to his mouth still sheathed in the shear black silk. “Would the master like to play with anything else”, wiggling her full orbs in front of him.

‘Control her in all ways’, the thought came to him, turning her about, and letting her slowly sit, letting her hand guide his prick into the soft folds of her wet pussy. Yes, he will control the wench….she will do his bidding. Slowly she sinks; forcing his shaft within her inch by precious inch till her ass comes to rest on his belly, a belly in name only, the muscles still visible. Something he was proud of after all these years. He can feel his entire shaft surrounded by her tight wet pussy; feel the pulsing of flesh about his prick. Never before had he felt anything like it. The girl moaning on the table, being banged before his eyes, the girl in his lap, her heat clenching his prick ever harder.

Shania hears the muffled groan and stops the clenching of her pussy, smiling to herself, “Master, shall I stop”.

“What…..what else they taught’ya”, feeling the change then, the unclenching… just a normal wet pussy. Letting him regain his breathing, working to control the orgasm threatening to spew forth, Shania waits. Only after the breathing changes does the slave in his lap begin again. Grasping the tip of his prick …Shania toys with it, then with a deliberate slowly rolling contraction she moves down his shaft in a single smooth caress. Not a muscle seems to move, she stays perfectly straight upon his lap. The groan escapes his tightly clenched lips, closing his eyes to the fucking at the table, hands up and around the little blonde in his lap, he marvels at the talents she possesses.

Shania stops, not wanting to drive him to far…obeying his earlier commands. Her own pussy now heating up, feeling the shaft within her as she fights the desire to milk it of every drop of its cum. He can be such a cruel master, thinking about his orders, she so wants to cum already. Every inch of her body desires to serve him, to please him. Each sound he issues forth provides satisfaction, but entices desire for more as well. The smell of sex drives her towards orgasm….finally from the other table the sounds as well entice her closer to the edge of the abyss.

Julia struggles with the large cock in her mouth, all the while enjoying its taste and texture. Something clicks in her mind, a piece set aside as another grows. Fire explodes and spreads through her body. Mouth and pussy become hot as she begins to move again to pleasure the men that slide within her tight confines. In so doing she finds her own pleasure, stocking it, trying desperately to hold it back. Her tongue plays against the cock’s underside, sliding with its every move. Lips clamp down around the meaty circumference as she sucks it back into her mouth. Then humming, letting the vibrations take the head and bounce it within her hot moist mouth. Growing accustomed to the flesh she plays, relishing each and every moan of contentment that comes from the man attached to the tool she plays with. Breathing becomes easier as she learns, works the shaft.

Moaning as the flood of sensations flows over her, mouth still full of cock the head expanding. Mouth opens and lips move away from the surface as she screams into the night. “ARRRRHHGGHHHHH”, cumming hard, the sound echoes off the old walls as Julia is no longer able to contain herself. Julia’s pussy vibrates around the cock that pummels her rear as Fred drives himself even faster within her quivering cunt. Wetness creeps down her inner thigh, pushed from her tight hole by the pistoning cock. Dave rams his cock head home, driving it deep into her mouth stifling the scream of pleasure as the tight walls of her throat vibrate around the head. With a low moan of pleasure the head expands and then erupts in a fountain of cum. Julia swallows hard, the sticky substance thick within her mouth, trying to free her throat to breath. The load is immense, dribbles from her lips and down her chin as her tongue plays about the head and she swallows again and again. Dave rotates his hips back wards, letting her lick his sensitive tip, laughing as she plays with his now ticklish head.

With her pussy convulsing in orgasm, Fred looses control, hot seed spews forth deep inside her pussy. He pushes hard against her ass driving her forward and pinning her between the table and his body. His tip dances against her cervix with each pulse of cum. Mouth free she moans aloud, still in the troughs of the longest continuous orgasm she has ever had. Two men, their hands upon her soft hot skin marvel at the sweet little sounds that usher passed the flesh within her mouth as she wiggles both her hips and her head, playing with the cocks.

The old man slaps the side of the ass that sits in his lap…”Sounds ta me like they’s about done thar….time fur yah to get a moving.” Dismissing her, her job done as ordered. Shania does not let it end there and then however. Clenching the mans prick with every muscle, constricting along its entire length at once as she pulls herself upwards, the shaft sheathed in the tight grip of her pussy, only the slickness of her wet insides lets it slide slowly out. With an audible pop she pulls herself upright and turns to the old man. The groans of happiness like music to her ears.

“Master, I’m glad we could have some fun….but you are right, I will get the slave cleaned up for you….I suggest that she crawl to your lap.” She winks at him her sly little grin full of mirth. He reaches upwards, and Shania leans forward for her master’s touch, letting his hands move to her face, caress her as they travel down her neck and find her breasts. Kneading the round firm orbs for but a moment, then slapping one side of each, watching them bounce against one another and settle back into shape, held in large measure by the dress.

“Yar one to remember….I will av yah sumday”

Dismissed by the master of the moment, she moves to the table, bouncing as she goes, happy to have been able to play some, looking forward to the training of her newest slave mate.

Meeting Fred as he backs away from Julia, gesturing to him, “She will clean you off to your satisfaction…let her use her mouth.” Fred smiles at the thought and gives the ass he has been banging against so recently a friendly little slap. Striding around the table to the place that Dave has so recently stood, he waits. He sidles in close, holding up Julia’s face to better help her with her duties. The men talk, comparing notes about the ride and the various abilities of the spirited little filly they just finished riding. They both talk with ego driven pride while Julia licks the semi erect prick, licking it clean of cum, missing the best of the show yet that night happening between her legs.

Her moan of pleasure brings the men back around….looking at the girl and then seeing the blond halo of hair just over the top of her ass. “What the hell?”

“so yah boys back eh….yur missing the show” the old man snickers, humor edging the words as he never does look up from what the blonde slave is doing….watching her tongue work its way across the slick wet thighs and then into the wet pussy between. Another low moan, and then she stands….licks her own lips, slowly, seductive in the way the tongue flows across those red lips. It is one of those things that makes every man in the room suddenly wonder what it would be like to have that tongue travel across something else that is pink, sensitive and all male. The giggles come unbidden and so girl like…”master Fred, I do say you taste very nice…Master Lenny, she will be ready and fresh for you,” Turning to face him, “I do so hope you don’t mind too much.”

He winks back, “The show was worth it….” his gravelly voice full of mirth and anticipation.

All three sets of eyes now watch as the blonde seems to glide to the red head. Sliding downwards, each knee spreading wide as legs come out from under the dress, crouching on the heals. Two hands gracefully cup the heated face of the redhead, holding it still and taking some of the strain off the neck. “You’ve done very well….I do see that master Dave was a tough one to swallow….perhaps I should help”

The eyes continue to watch as Shania takes and kisses Julia’s chin, slowly and softly, lips barely touching the skin of the offered chin. Julia closes her eyes, letting herself go as Shania’s tongue comes out and flicks across the chins surface. Starting out hesitantly, then more robustly as it removes the sticky white substance, pushing it up until the tongue touches Julia’s lips. Her lips part in a wide circle allowing Shania’s tongue to sweep inside the open eager mouth. Straining forward as far as the bonds will allow Julia tries in vain to bring them closer, yet the distance still keeps their lips tantalizing apart. Eyes can watch as tongues dance slowly with one another. Shania moves her body in closer, leaning in and closing the gap. Lips touch last, a long full kiss, intimate and caring. Julia’s legs seem to tremble, her feet coming up on her toes as she pushes just a little further forward. Shania breaks the kiss and slowly pulls back, eyes closed as well.

“Oh, I don’t think you need a bit of help….except to get undone.” The girls’ eyes seem locked on one another even while Shania reaches forward leaning past Julia’s mouth and face to undue the knots that keep the long arms pinned under the table. The red head seems to use the occasions to run her lips up an arm and shoulder, playing her tongue over the surface till she can get into the V of the neck.

Shania looks over at the men, grinning a little, “I don’t think the boys will mind so go ahead”, standing just a bit taller while Julia’s hands come up to her chest. Chest goes out under the black dress while hands peel the top of the diamond open revealing the two perfectly shaped and firm breasts beneath. Lips and mouth immediately find the golden rings and the nipples they slide through. Her tongue plays across the nipple, then her mouth comes forward, sucking he nipple and ring in all at once. Playing with the golden ring with her tongue just like she knows Shania likes. Teasing her with her mouth till Shania shifts her other tit in by twisting her torso away. With the second nipple in her mouth Julia puckers her cheeks, sucking hard on the surface of the tit. Then laughing Shania pulls away and dives under the table. The bar clangs against the floor, the metallic sound echoing off the confining walls of the saloon.

Julia backs up and the blond comes up from under the table in front of her, tongue flows outwards as it travels up her flesh. Her skin so alive, the sensations seems to drive her ever closer to orgasm. It travels up her legs to the pussy it has so recently languished over, not able to help herself that time she had orgasmed in front of the men, small and sweet but the shudder inside was fast, subsiding only because Shania had left her alone. Now that blasted tongue was crawling up her body once again….avoiding her lips, to her ever shame. Shame that she would rather it be there…. and that she’d been in troughs of pleasure witnessed by these men. Continuing up to her tits, playing with them as she had done, the damnable tongue could not be stopped. Bringing her head down, expectantly waiting for the other head to come up so they could kiss…..surprised when strong arms spun her about, hands covering her breasts and pussy, the heat of the shorter women against her back, closely held.

The men gazed at her, the sexual flush of her skin, the excitement in her gaze, the arms and hands that held her close and covered her. The hands began to move, sliding between legs, fingertips caressing across skin in a silent pantomime of sex and foreplay. “Oh, She is ready for master Lenny….I do hope you enjoy a little play before the meal” the voice full of husky innuendo, before shifting to command, “The slave will now crawl to master Lenny, you will do whatever he asks.” The wonderful electric hands leaving her body, the warmth gone from her back, so much like the shadows disappearing after their fun.

Anger returned, just a bit, anger at having to crawl to this old man. A quick thought rolling across her head, wasn’t she attractive, shouldn’t a man of his age be crawling to her? Then suddenly gone, replaced by a new thought. She was still so turned on…maybe if this was quick Dave would be willing to do her, better Dave and Shania at the same time…she could ask. With that she got on her hands and knees, thinking of what fun Dave and Shania in her bed could be…each step, each shuffle daydreaming about each one of them offering another caress, another touch.

Reaching Lenny, Julia looks up as he lounges in the chair, high enough to see the still tented jeans, his hard on waiting for her. She gulps and then building on her current state of desire asks, “Would a Blow job be ok to start with?” instead of what she is thinking…anything to keep this man from doing what he has said he will. She has never had a cock up her ass….and tonight is not the night with this man she wants to have it happen. Does he remind her of her father….no she concludes, not really.

The man seems amused by her words, once again making her angry at him, at the situation. Does he not understand that she doesn’t really want him, a dirty old man, to be running his hands over her? Shuddering, trying desperately to hide it, Julia unzips the jeans and pushes a hand into the gap so recently made. Fastening onto the old mans straining member with a surprisingly strong grip she pulls it free. Lenny moves uncomfortably on the chair…”Yur mouth…now” he commands, having had enough of the waiting, remembering back to the magic of the pussy that has so recently held him. The mouth does nothing for him, while she shows none of the previous willingness to play, to make it something special.

“Yur in need of a bit more training….yah should take lessons from yur mistress…she knows what a man wants.”

One hand winds up her hair, the other none to gently manhandling her over his knees. Taking control of her much like Shania had done earlier. The Rigid cock spears her side, small comfort to know he is still very turned on, all her efforts thus far dissuaded.

Cupping the soft mounds of her buttocks, Lenny presses her down and onto his legs. Her breathing hoarsens as she begins to realize that this man is not all talk that he means to take her as he has said he will. Julia’s tits swing free the clips digging deeper against her nipples as the chain pulls downwards and across her back. Everyone watches as the girl transforms back into the obedient slave she is fighting so hard to both be and not to be .

Keeping a grip on one of her firm tits Lenny continues to roll its swollen bud between his fingers just over the top of the clip that keeps it tall and pronounced. Reaching between her legs his fingers snake down between the cleft of her pert little ass to reach the clip that holds her clit aloft. The touch upon the metallic surface pushes on it driving a fast hiss of air into lungs that burn with fire. Reaching the small bushy tuft of hair, he plays as fingers comb through the wiry hair, pulling on it in a teasing motion. With each movement hands come closer to the clip, arm coming back a little further from between her legs. Pulling the hand further back, the large fingers brush the hard button of her clit, held aloft and full exposed by the clip upon its hood. The young slave Julia moans as he presses between her puffy labia and massages the swollen nub. Her cunt grows hotter and hotter as the fingers work their magic. The men watch in admiration as Lenny manipulates her love-button, soon having her squirming frantically upon his lap.

Julia feels the rising surge of heat threatening to engulf her…rising until the hard pull upon each chain brings it crashing downwards as pain flares hotly in its place. She whimpers as the pain subsides back to the dull ache of pleasure, a few more tugs, this time lighter, leaves her squirming on his legs, a low moan replacing the whimpers of but moments before. A voice, low and husky just off her ear, “Not so quick eh…The slave won’t cum….not yet”. A tear rolls down her cheek unchecked. A single one for the willingness to cum for this old man, with his wrinkled skin, and calloused hands, and not being able to.

“I’ve got some more playing to do” he continues, watching the curve of her back. The way she moves….”now back up, let’s see those titties”. Julia raises herself, lowering her head, not wanting him to see the glint of light across the trail of liquid down her cheek. Too late she realizes when his fat thumb traces the line back up to her eye.

“Yah got perky lil melons.” Reaching out and playing with each, his hands covering their surface. Truth be told they are not really big enough to be called melons, teacups perhaps. But still with their firmness and very attractive shape, more than a few women would be happy to have these tits he thinks to himself. Taking a firm hold, one in each hand, Lenny finds they fit snugly into his palms, clip and all. Pressing back against the taught flesh, driving the metal and flesh hard against his own tough skin he plays with them. Squeezing the firm globes experimentally, watching for the reactions, getting a measure of how far he can go, just where the threshold between pain and pleasure is. He molds and releases her tits rhythmically, rotating his hands for variety and feeling her pert nipples rigid under the attention of his fingers. Taking a small length of chain in each hand, having played with the pert and perky orbs long enough he pulls her forward, leaning inward to suck upon the hard teats. She moans the skin of her tits pulled forward by the clips, stretched and distended as Lenny takes each nipple and flicks his tongue across its tip. As his tongue rasps over the sensitive bud, Julia moans quietly again, fighting the gathering pleasure that radiates outward from her chest.

Lenny stops, looking pleased with the response from the young red head. Letting go of the chains and gathering those large hands to each side of her face he makes Julia look into his eyes. Flecks of blue dance in a gaze that does not fully focus, her breathing grows heavier, her chest heaving with excitement as she endures her master’s stare. This man should not be able to do this to her…not her. A big meaty paw slaps the side of her tit; it jiggles a crimson stain on the outer surface. He looks down to enjoy his handiwork, watches as she tries to gather herself…watches as instead tits push outwards, closer…back arching to provide a better angle. He slaps the other as she yelps and then moans under his caress upon the sensitive flesh. He plays with her tits, until bored of them and watching the gathering desire make its way known on her face. He pauses only long enough for her go back to all fours across his knees.

“Time for that spank’in”, he says. Her creamy bottom juts up prettily; to be admired by all in its appearance as Lenny runs his hand over its curvy shape, showing it off to the other men. Then raising his arm, he lands the flat of his hand on one firm little cheek, watching it quiver and redden as the Julia bits down on a trembling lip, the yelp cut off in sudden silence. Holding her firmly trapped with one hand and his legs, he slaps her sharply again on the other cheek, matching the pattern of red and cream. Each time his hand comes down a small explosion of air blows from Julia. He slaps her quivering bottom a couple more times, her torso coming down on his legs, the ass raised up just a little, wiggling there as if she begs for more. There is more crimson than ivory now, strawberries and cream it makes him think, remembering the scents of the blond. Slap! The sound reverberates through the room as his hand cracks down on her pretty bottom again. Smack! He catches the top of her thigh and his large hand curls round. She begins to sniffle, whether from pain or humiliation he is not sure, nor does he care. She has much to learn about humiliation after what she did to him and his crew. He will see that she pays, but pays by making sure she cums.

Adjusting the touch, he caresses her upturned and red ass. Playing with the slit of her pussy, he slides his fingers in for a moment. Then spreading her own wetness over her heated bottom he continues, alternating now between the caress and the smack. Again and again his hand falls upon her until the entire bottom glows red. No longer does she bite her lip, no longer does she mew, rather she wiggles against the caress and the slap, wanting them, mingling them in pleasure. The heat from her breasts and groin feels very noticeable where they press against his legs. He senses how close she once again is as moisture sparkles on her sex-lips where they pout back between her thighs, showing to all she is becoming aroused. As Lenny continues to slap her bottom, it grows softer now. The other hand pulls gently on the chain about her back, pulling on the hard nipples, driving a moan from between her clenched lips. With the last of her strength she fights the pleasure, the coming heat threatening to spew forth from each touch of his flesh upon her own. Adjusting her position, he spreads her legs wider apart and next time the hand descends his fingers catch the soft mound of her cunt. She groans in joy and he smacks the tops of her thighs a couple of times, careful to touch her wet and quivering pussy each time without hurting it. It is too much…

'Ooooohhhhhh.' A hard slap sets her cheeks quivering watching as she sucks in a breath then explodes with his touch upon her clit. 'Aaahhhh ..... aaaahhhhhhh .... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ....' she moans repetitively as Lenny continues to play with her, an occasional slap or caress makes no difference as pain and pleasure become one. 'Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh ...... ohhhhhhhh ..... mmmmmmm ..... nowwww ... do it nowwwww!'

The orgasm takes her strongly, tears stream down her cheeks to puddle on the floor beneath her, from joy and shame. Humiliation as each wave of pleasure rolls over her body, the slaps playing with her…humiliating her in front of the small gathering of men. They now know she can be brought to climax through spanks and caresses….not even needing a man’s prick inside her or a woman’s tongue upon her. No she can be had by a simple spanking. No different than Raven, the girl she had chided about the way the lash and whip brought her to climax.

Lenny stops the long tease and humiliation of the slave deciding it is time to get on with his enjoyment of the offerings that sit across his lap. The girls master can’t be too bad, sharing his bounty with him and his crew….no not bad at all he decides. Pushing the long lean body from his legs he stands, watching her breathing heavy, laying on her side in a semi fetal position about his feet. “Com’on thar girl, ole Lenny ain’t done yet….time to take one in the ass” laughing and prodding her with one big work boot. Julia staggers to a sitting position before him, full submission, her red ass in the air hands crossed to the front.

“Go head an put yur palms on the pool table, I’ll be o’r in a bit.” Watching as she slowly crawls to the table. Eyes all watching the crimson ass wiggle suggestively. Moving slowly and sensuously, reaching the large table to the side of the room. Getting up and bending over palms face down on the velvet, head down, legs spread about shoulder width apart waiting for the man that has taken complete control from her and given her something she never imagined.

“Man, how’d you ever get her to wiggle like that?”

It’s a good question, not really sure him self but then he’s not taking any crap from the red head anymore. No that time is long gone, before he really knew what the girls where, and what they were capable off. He promised her a fuck, but he can honestly say he would rather be burying his prick in the blonde’s tight little pussy…god he’d never felt anything like that before. Striding over to the pool table the thought hits him like a brick. Stopping and turning then, looking for the little blonde with those wonderful tits. Sure enough, still there in the room, only the dark haired one is missing.

‘Ey blondy…get yur ass o’r here” commanding, not certain she will do what he asks, but not at all surprised when she jumps to his command and glides, hips swaying, tits bouncing to his side. “How bout you get below and suck some balls and clit…eh?”

“Yes master” Bowing, going to here assigned position between the red heads legs and waiting for the fun to begin.

Lenny turns and looks the other men in the eye and grins. That old ‘cat that ate the canary’ grin, discovering something that they had not understood till perhaps now…if they understand at all.

Quickly he opens his zipper and pulls the hard and engorged length of his prick into view for the third time this evening. Patting the red ass with his palm he slides it against the juices flowing from her wet pussy, gathering them up on his members head and then positions it against the tight bud of her anus. Quickly he slides it straight into the centre of her widespread red ass, pushing hard and continuously. 'Aiiiiiiiii,' Julia cries out as her virgin ass in penetrated for the first time with something as wide and long as a mans sword. The cry soon becomes a sigh as slurping sounds reach his ears, the blonde working her magic…making the girl accept his advance with pleasure. He smiles once again to himself for the idea.

With each thrust he slaps the tender ass again, listening for her sighs of pleasure as he fills her tight channel with throbbing gristle. 'Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh,' he moves slowly in and out of her sugary walls. 'Uuuuhhhhhhhh,' shafting in and out of her slightly faster and harder, his groin banging against her clit as he reaches bottom. Pausing a moment, till the tongue glides around his balls, lips closing on them…then slowly back, balls free to swing again. Another hard thrust 'Nnnnggghhhhhhhh ..... Eeeeeehhhhhhhh ...' the tall red head spasms as she climaxes quickly. Lenny begins to pump hard and fast, enjoying the twitching of her pussy between the thin membrane that separates his member from the other channel. He continues to fuck her steadily as she jerks and shudders beneath him. One, two, three more times he feels her body orgasm and shudder in object pleasure.

'Aaahhhh ..... aaaahhhhhhh .... aaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh ....' she moans repetitively as Lenny continues to fuck her up the ass. 'Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh ...... ohhhhhhhh ..... mmmmmmm ..... nowwww ... do it nowwwww!' Then he feels the hot cum flow up his shaft, moments before he jerks within her tight channel. Spastically she bucks her hips to cum one more time as sperm flies deep into her vulnerable rear.

Pulling out he stands back, cum hanging from the tip of his prick, slick with his juices. Watches as her legs tremble with the effort of keeping her ass up, the blonde simply smiling up from between her legs. Taking her by the hips and pulling her back and up…then turning her and placing his hands to each side of her head. No need to explain or talk just takes her head and directs it with his hands till the lips close over the slowly deflating head. Licking and sucking with her tongue and mouth she cleans him off, taking great pride in the job she does. Pleasuring the bitch has defiantly had a positive effect on her disposition he thinks to himself. Standing fully and letting go of her head, he zips himself up while looking at her gently swaying body before him. Her perky breasts look swollen and full, nipples red and standing out proudly as fluid glitters in the light, oozing down her inner thigh. He spins her one more time just so he can see the red cheeks of her well-tanned bottom.

Turning away, he comments to the other men of his crew….”boys, that girl is bout finished….I think I’ll sleep real well t‘night” Walking for the darkened passage of what passes for a door in the saloon, the others following. The other two follow, happy and smiling like two college frat boys after a night of pure debauchery in the local sorority.

Shania stands behind Julia as she pants, laying on the pool table, breaths short and fast…recovering slowly from the events of the last few hours. “I knew sex could be a workout….but never like this..”

Settling into a cozier position, being sexy and trying a small seduction Julia wiggles on the green velvet of the pool table, awash in the afterglow of warmth and passion. She likes Shania, likes the fact that she has brought her this pleasure, yet the tears roll down her checks, slowly then picking up speed, the body softly rocking in small shudders. For a moment Julia is lost to something deep within.

“What’s wrong?” Shania asks, hands stroking the sides of the face in compassion. Sensing with the gift that keeps her true; the feelings of the other girl. Smelling the scents of things other than joy and sex upon her flesh; Shania senses the turmoil in a real cornucopia of personal chemistry.

“Oh god, that was great…but…I made a pact with myself the first time….the first time he took me to let him have my body but not to enjoy it….oh god….I’ll never be able to go back.”

“Its ok, you don’t have too….We’ll get him…together, I promise.”

“Really?” Looking up at Shania’s eyes; her eyes glittering in wetness, even while her body glows with the mottling of sex and passion.

“Yes, he never should have broken that trust with you…”

“Shania, what was your first time like?”

“It was here”

“Oh god no, I mean you were a virgin when you arrived here?”

“Yes….it was this pool table in fact. They took me here, all of them…my body” she shudders for a moment as she remembers, “my body, a part of me really wanted them, the rest was horrified at what the shadows wanted, I think I was also a little drunk…another first.”

Julia looks up into the now distant eyes, not saying anything, knowing the story will continue as Shania’s lips move trying the make the words.

“The first time was a pool cue….then they took me, every way they could. I orgasmed over and over….the next morning I ran…. and the next. Finally I realized that this was my life, it was a life that fills me with happiness and” stopping to poke Julia, looking at her, suddenly alive, “a lot of great sex!”

“And look what the cat dragged in” looking at the gathering shadows, their cocks rigid with desire. Running her hands down the long lean body, playing with her body and pussy before them, she toys with her new found sexuality. “Just couldn’t stay away”, elbowing Shania and then looking. “Oh shit”.

Shania was already in the position of submission, on her knees, bent over low with hands out. Smith was in the front, truly this was a whim of the masters to send them, and she was but a slave. She felt Julia roll over next to her and move into some position; she could only hope the girl took the cue from her.

“So my little slave has warmed up….has the ice within her veins finally thawed?”

The gulp was audible, “I….I hope soooo master”

The voice moved behind them, a hand upon each of their round upturned asses. Such pleasure these can provide, sliding the back dress aside, revealing Shania to his view. The fingers slid down each crack, playing over Shania’s tight whirl, and Julia’s loser one. Breathing out a green shimmer, healing her so she will once gain be tight for his shadows. Slipping his index fingers into each of the tight wet holes of the girls, he enjoys the reactions from each of them to his touch. Letting them feel the thick fingers within. Shania finds her pussy instinctively clenching down on the finger, working to keep it inside her… a credit to her training.

“I feel a trained slave girl with one finger, and a slave girl in need of further training on the other….can the slave that needs training tell me why?”

Julia answers, knowing who he speaks of but not understanding…not knowing what he feels as he plays with her. “Master, I do not understand how to answer.”

“When my finger or cock enters a fully trained slave the slave will instinctively tighten around what enters her to give greater pleasure to her master. You are tight, yet loose and sloppy, you do not react yet to pleasure. You must be made ready for the first triad….to use touch to feel passion, desire, and even pleasure.”

“Yes master”

“The mistress will prepare you, then the mistress will go with haste to the master and pay homage to him” Pulling his fingers from them both, coming around front and placing the finger against each of their lips….waiting until the girls have sucked the pussy juices from his fingers. Not a sound as he leaves the girls.

Taking the torn red silk cloth from Julia’s dress Shania folds it and ties it securely about the girl’s eyes and head.

“Girl, you are just beginning to learn what your body is capable of, it is not over yet.” The soft silk of the sash sliding across her eyes, feeling it caress her sensitive skin. “You see, for the first time your body has truly awoken…it is time to learn the first triad, the triad of body, of sensation, of touch.”

“Mistress….will,… will it be like this always”, shuddering as she remembers the orgasms that have wracked her body.

“As you accept that your body is not your own, that you are a slave and it belongs to your master for his pleasure, it will only get better.”

“God, I’m exhausted….but…I feel so alive, like every nerve tingles.”

“Good, you may yet earn some gold, and soon….but now you must sit back and allow touch to rule your life, enjoy it in whatever form it takes. Can you see?”

“No mistress”

“Then the time, ….time is upon us….” Voice trailing off, the soft click of heals receding in the distance. “do not remove the blind fold….enjoy yourself.” She could swear the heals seem to run at the last, as if Shania hurries to their master and her destiny. Silly girl she thinks, the master can wait, after all they all serve his pleasure. A noise then, something is here in the room with her.

“Mistress?” What next….there was no way she was going to do anymore tonight, yet there was no way that little blonde was in better shape than she was.

First one hand then another….slowly lifting her, supporting her as she floats upon the air. Hands, arms, legs, body all entwined and held by hands, so many….yet more touch her skin, slide along it sending fire down neural pathways to her head and low in her belly. Unable to see, nothing to hear, only touch rules Julia’s life.

The shadow up against her pussy lowers his head, a long ghostly tongue emerging from its mouth to lick slowly and pleasantly over her labia. Her hips swing like they have a mind of their own. He looks up and smiles at her down her long tall body. The smile of knowing, knowing that whatever she may say her body is enjoying this encounter. For the first time she is welcoming the touches of the shadows. For so long, they have sought to ravage this tall Amazon.

Other tongues begin to play over her firm pert breasts, lips gliding over the nipples. Then a mouth stretches wide, taking a full breast inside, teeth pressing into the softness… not very hard, just dimpling taut skin with pointed teeth as its long tongue swirls over the captured globe and flicks the hard nipple to full erection.

Julia moans from excitement, pleasure even and immediately hates herself in spite the desire she feels for them. Every feeling goes against the vow of her youth…Deep inside fire wages war with ice, ice melting with each new sensation forcing it back further into the hidden spaces of her mind. Mind and body war with the sensations and what should be the reaction to them, her chest heaves unsure of whether to pull her breasts away from the mouth that holds her taught nipple, or whether to push it forward and into the mouth, letting it play even more so with her breasts and nipples. Excitement entices her skin everywhere the smooth tongue slithers over her sensitive flesh. The Ice of the north melts with the warmth of furs, the taste of wine, the flare of fire. The nipple responds, grows, and thickens with each flick of the playful tongue ‘til it tightens the skin on her breast, so that the occasional tug of teeth sends shivers of pain inward from the breast to her core, still the pleasure builds. The shadow that holds her neck and head leans forward; his own tongue pulsing against the taught and vulnerable flesh of her lips, tongue gliding past them to invade her mouth.

With fear, desire, and the heat, her head still spinning with the events of the night, muscles spasm and as if in sympathy to her plight, the hands behind her tighten their hold, pulling weight from her lower back, more hands shift to support her body, peel back her legs. All the while the shadows continue to play with her engorged nipples. Her movements to pull back from the continuing onslaught upon her teats by the shadows does little but drag the tips of teeth over swollen flesh, pain cascades dully through her mind. The shadows play with them both, seeming to enjoy the salty taste as she transfers the sensations and attention of her mind from one to the other breast. The shadow on her right captures it a bit harder, teeth pricking as the insidious tongue arouses her half erect nipple. The heat flaring in her belly and into her thighs tells a different story of what she is feeling, what she really needs and wants. Pain, pleasure, revulsion, and desire all mix in her mind.

Julia shifts just slightly and gasps in pain that turns to pleasure. Gasps followed by a moan of pleasure, the shadows pick up on the subtle cues and noises with ears more sensitive than a man’s. Female pheromones cascade from her body in each droplet of sweat calling with their own sweet scent her desire to mate. The body still responding as her other nipple hardens too, her clit growing, engorging as it responds to something in her besides the fear and shame and loathing.... arched back by the shadows, her body bows, head and pussy lower than her abdomen. Once again the body follows the path to arousal, only this time faster, with less hesitation on her part she submits to them, closing her eyes and feeling the sensations as they flow from every part of her body. Multiple tongues work at her flesh, each finding the sensitive flesh a delight to play with.

"Godd …how…..How can this feeeelll soo gooood” her scream echoes off the wooden walls of the saloon, out the door and over the dark desert land as she squirms to center the tongues more firmly upon her most sensitive flesh. The Shadow’s hot wide tongue pressing and wiggling in her as she squeezes hard around it, her pussy hot, wet and strong. Whimpering and moaning, held in the air by the shadows, unable to move in their unyielding grips, wanting to end the sensations that tease her sexuality into heat, her hands still half pushing away then pulling the shadows towards her as they continue to play, suck and lick at her breast and achingly hard nipple.... somewhere her mind is screaming, telling her to run, to fight.... but the grips, the iron hands control her, and even more so her own desires and the pleasure she feels, anticipates, contrive to root her in place. Fear, a desire to live for the first time, a desire, slowly from the depths of her mind rising unbidden, trying to tell her that even in this place pleasure could be had instead of the pain and death. ‘Noooo’, she screams at the other voice in her head chasing it away to hide till some later time. Faces leer at her in pure lust every where she looks. So many….”oh god, not all of you, not really”.

Another shadow reaches over her prone body. The hand lands upon her right breast, teasing the soft silky skin. Playing with it, finally gathering up the flesh on one large grip he squeezes, bending over to run a tongue over the rose nipple and then drawing the whole thing into his mouth, pulling upwards, stretching the flesh. All around her the shadows bend and play their tongues across her body. Concentrating on her most sensitive zones, they tease the fire within. The warmth within grows steadily, body slowly winning out over the half of her mind that still desires to fight, to not allow pleasure form the act of sex, seeing it as a weakness. Each tongue guides a fire, building it, heat moving out in waves to engulf her. Both turgid nipples are being played with at once, her anus tickled and the tongue over her labia flattening to reveal the erect clit, licking insidiously at the aroused bud. Julia moans and quivers, her legs kicking as she orgasms, her clit sensitive and sending tingling through her entire body as she feels the heat of the mouths on her breasts flow through them... as her body responds with its own added heat. “AHHHH”, the sounds escape across her lips, as the first orgasm with shadows cascades through her body .

As one shadow licks Julia’s pussy, driving his tongue along her length…teasing her clit and then leaving it alone again. The shadow to her front brings him self upright before her. Loosening his grip her head hangs loosely, upside down weakened with the exertion of her orgasm and the sex she has previously had with the men. Her mouth now inches from the up thrust and fully engorged cock, her hot breath flows across its cool surface making the shadow desire that mouth even more. Hands strong and full grab at her red hair gathering it up in his grip. She swears she can look up into the eyes of the strange creature and knows what he desires, knows what he demands.

The shadow still before her face crouches slightly, his cock looking disproportionate and larger than any other mans she has held. Its blunt tip seeks her mouth. Hands guide her head as he pushes the shaft past trembling lips and into the moist soft wetness. He steps back one small step, controlling her head and forcing her forward, keeping him in her mouth. Weight shifts upon her back as the shadows hold her more fully by supporting the arched back. She clings with both hands closing them tightly around the arms that control her every move. Fingernails pierce skin, unable to control her self as the cocks pierce her tall lithe body. The shadows hold her in place, keeping her up as her head bobs upon a swollen shaft .

The shadow’s hard sharp shaft lodges itself against her wet hole, driving against it and forcing its way up into her tight little cunt. Each thrust of the shadow causing a small hiss of air from around the cock she holds with tightly clenched lips within her mouth. Sweat from the physical exertion trickles down her breasts to pool upon her belly button. The shaft moves within her mouth; each thrust from behind her driving her forwards, further up its shaft till her lips touch the base of it, and her throat is forced open. She gags then; strong hands pull her mouth back, allowing her to recover, breath once again. Even while the thrusting continues as inch by inch the hard shaft slowly works its way up her wet channel. Julia struggles now as breaths come in gasps, the shaft in her mouth filling it as it reaches the back of her throat, not used to taking men this deep, this fully. Before it was a tease of her mouth and tongue upon the boy friends lucky enough to get some, now the shadows take her for their pleasure, enjoying her tight throat. The hot cock sliding into her tight hot pussy... gripping, squeezing, longer than any from this evening... thicker, spreading wide painfully.... teasing clusters of nerves as it slides past...She tries to say something, her mouth filled and then she screams….pleasure wafting over her as her mouth hums about the shaft that resides there and her pussy vibrates around the other.

The master broods, watching the scene through the eyes of its followers. Each moan and gasp analyzed; each twitch and thrust given scrutiny. Excellent... an awakening of sexuality that could hardly be bettered, to think this one had so much experience yet far all practical purposes was a virgin to her own passion, her own pleasure. His mistress had been right, once readily aroused this one was a tiger in heat. ... Now if something could be arranged to keep that arousal at a higher level all the time it would be so much easier...

The master watches and thinks...

As the other Shadows hungrily surround the girl tightly, playing at her pert erect nipples. Both cocks spear deep, one stretching muscles, spreading her tight cunt, thrusting deeper to bang against her cervix... the other bounces past tonsils then back out so she can breath…teaching her a rhythm. Julia whimpers in pain, even as other parts of her experience pleasure. The thick hot cock spreading her wider than she ever thought.... this was nothing like the boys she has fucked in school.... nothing like the well muscled beach bum with his blonde hair she had fantasized about...nothing like the father who taught her the ways of a mans body and needs, this was better, far better, and oh so wrong ... yet she thrusts her hips against the shadow, meeting its own thrust, driving it deeper as her hands gripped his flanks and pulled herself upon the other shaft that resides in her mouth. Finding the rhythm, using her own tongue well for the first time, guiding and helping it ravish her body, her eyes glazing in the heat spreading once again from her sex, warming her belly and breasts, skin reddening with exertion and the flush of pleasure endured.

If the entity could smile, it would do so as it watches her response. She is willingly taking both of the shadows, like she had with the men. No longer just a spectator to her own body, but participating, working to bring pleasure to others all the while finding her own in the actions she takes. Sex has become more than just something done to her body, she is alive, aware….so much more than the other sessions. Passion flows from her. .

Above Julia, the Shadow gripping her neck shifts position and opens her mouth to its cock. Finally he frees her head at long last from his grip. Furiously he pumps his shaft in and out of the small mouth. She feels the cock expand within her, stretching her even further as if a knot travels along its shaft….then the shadow moans, long and hard as she feels the spurting seed fill her, creating even more wetness within her. The cry is one of joy; the others stop working at her for a moment and join in, a celebration of sorts. Emotions cascade within her in, she orgasms yet again, the trembling of her lips, mouth and throat enough to cause shadow using her pussy to cum as well. She gags once again as hot seed spills forth from her mouth and down her chin, coughing and sputtering around the shaft as he waits silently. He waits till she recovers and looks at him with wide blue eyes. He gives a simple nod then and guides, with his hands still wrapped in her hair, her mouth back to his erect dick. Her mouth is guided by him against the erect shaft’s surface; she licks with her agile tongue, cleaning it, removing all the cum from him. Smiling, at the fact she has learned an important lesson, one that will have her mouth clean all of them as Shania cleaned her this evening.

The shadow pulls himself from within her pussy and spews his load upon her chest. She feels the wet sticky substance upon her breasts, one hand released from its bonds, and placed upon the substance, fingers touching the cum, forcing her to smear it over her breasts, then up to her chin, tasting the cum, its sticky salty taste upon her lips. As she finishes cleaning her fingers off cum dribbles from between her legs, stands upon her heaving breasts, rests upon her chin. Is in fascination as another of the shadows takes his place within her, fucking her in an endless stream of bodies and pleasure. They work to readily accommodate the master’s wishes. The shadows reveal in the strength they have gained, the cum staying, no longer disappearing, staying substantial upon the girl. Tonight they will fill her till it oozes across every inch of her body.

The Shadow approaches and pulls her lower torso against him. She accommodates his surging need by bucking her hips against his swollen prick, impaling herself upon his rigid upright shaft. Another shadow moves behind both of them with his hand strokes her erect clit. She tries to drive herself hard downwards, but the shadows that hold her keep her still, frustrating her own efforts to take one of their numbers. Then the shadow pushes hard, Julia feeling the shadow’s fullness rammed inside her to his full length in one ghastly thrust. Breaths come in hard gasps, eyes unfocused in pleasure while working the penis within. “go, take me …you ...know …fuck my assss….pleaasee”. The shadow shifts and smiles in a smirk grimace upon hearing the words, the abandonment of her previous statements, pulling himself out, he steadies her bucking body, teasing as he aligns the shafts head against her ass. Smiling that she is not able to see what is about to penetrate that small tight hole.

The Shadow behind jostle for position each seeking to be the next, not wanting to wait any longer, one jumps forwards, hands clench either side of her face, forcing it backwards and down, angling her mouth for its cock. Carefully he aligns her throat and mouth so that he may fully enjoy the full measure of her in order to take her fully to the base of his shaft. Her pert breasts with their sensitive nipples move against the seeking hands as she twists slightly in the grasp of the many shadows that hold her. Lifting her chest she rubs her sensitive nubs against the many hands that flow over her body seeking to touch the burning skin. The shadows cock seems far too big for its body, at least a foot long and almost three inches at its widest. It seeks her anal bud….It's long hot cock sliding up the cleft between her small buttocks, its sensitive tip finding the ridged whorl of her ass and pushing against the tight muscle, forcing it to give as the cock head sinks slowly into her tense young ass. Julia’s eyes snap wide open in shock, holding still because of the hands wrapped tightly in her hair, upon her body, quivering in pain as her ass is forced apart, gripping and quivering, the cock within her still sliding in and out even while she goes rigid and stops her own movement.

Pushing deep from behind her he rubs her hot enlarged clit as he simply looks her in the eyes reading all that passes within them....the head band long since having fallen off. With a hard thrust he sends his rigid seeking cock powering deep into her ass, past the tight muscle ring opened by its blunt cock-head as it takes the narrow channel with its thick shaft. A cool tongue plays over her erect and taught nipples as cool wispy bodies press against her soft flesh. Julia cries out then, rolling her hips imprisoned by the man’s shaft and arms, as she tries to get away from this new assault she had just moments before begged for. Muscles surrounding the tiny whirl of her ass spread slowly and inexorably as the large shaft penetrates past the outer hole and works its way deeper. As she cries out yet another shadow bows her head back, and lunges forwards to plug the open hole with his cock driving it into her mouth past guarding teeth and a rolling tongue. The cocks work her as one, each filling her, and with each she begins to again find pleasure, becoming one with all of them…a center of pleasure, used and using the creatures that surround her…the Coolness of their bodies leaching the heat from her, only to have it replaced over and over by her own internal oven of desire. The bodies and her own inner needs rise, threatening to overpower her in its stifling embrace.

Julia moans in joy around the cock within her mouth, a plaintive gurgling sound, as the cocks stretch her fully.... moving and pressing against her cervix, so deeply inside her. A tingling in her that makes the scream end in a ragged moan as she cums hard, her mouth and pussy gripping, quivering, squeezing and teasing, dancing along the thick shadows cocks... somewhere her mind floats convulsing as her body shudders, utterly aroused by this.... unable to comprehend why or how she could enjoy this.... this perversion…or so sings that small detached part of her mind.... yet the helpless abandon of it.... her mind floats wrestling in thought her body responding as if this was an everyday occurrence to make love to dozens of ghosts as a time.

Both cocks impale the slender girl fully, shadows holding her as her body buckles in the middle upward between the strong material bodies. Then they begin to move, not co-coordinated, sliding against her, each with its won rhythm, fucking her cunt and mouth with hard jerking thrusts. Julia whimpers as her hands now grip the ass of the other shadows that hold each of her arms. Her knees slide a bit farther apart, the force of the wolf to her front impaling him self deeply. The continuous exertion taking its toll on her stamina, on her body as she continues to cum. Basketball practice at its worse has never being this tiring. Her eyes tear in joy as the cocks drive in and out hard.

The entity watches in satisfaction as his minions impale the tall slim redhead held between them. For one so experienced, it has been a long road to this day. His mistress Shania had been right to bring her, to see the potential that resided deep inside. She was taking this violation very well, body overriding her mental reserve, an excellent potential slave and one that should last a long time, even when used hard…He was delighted…

The Shadow rises above her, leering into her eyes as the other give her mouth some time off. His cock gripped by both cunt and cervix loses control, hot sperm jetting up into the girl’s womb as it cums, crying out in shear joy then bringing his hand to her petite breast and gripping it hard, twisting the unadorned nipple cruelly in an orgasmic loss of control. Succumbing to her tight cunt, pulling himself free as another takes his place, this one savagely pistons his mighty cock into her tight ass. Shania rocks with the thrusts, the shadow pressing inwards, her hands held wide, holding her upper body up she pulls against the grip upon her legs, tries to spread her knees even wider, the shadows oblige by forcing the legs even further apart, spreading them till pain fills her eyes and wafts across her face as her brow knits itself in concentration. She lifts her ass, meeting the thrusts, whimpering in pain, yet feeling the pleasure, cum dripping from the many loads already within her only to end upon the floor in a growing pool. The room grows strangely quiet, save for the soft slaps of the shadow against her ass and her own grunts of exertion.

The one that pumps into her mouth continues, as her head hangs downwards, her long red hair swaying about the feet of the shadows that hold her. She bears down on his dick, sucking in hard as he pulls out, lips and tongue playing with the flesh, trying to keep him inside with total lack of technique. All her pretenses of ability and technique gone in the desire to simply get at the seed within the stiff cock, sucking heartily, occasionally gagging she continues.

Somewhere the entity watches Julia’s final acceptance of her new life, the way her sexual desires have finally overridden the ice that flows in her veins to come alive in fire like her hair signifies. What should be a horrifying experience, Ghosts, and so many of them, she accepts, trying to do them all one after another. Yes not just accepting, but responding, taking what they do to her and climaxing hard, over and over. A suitable tool indeed for the entity.... one finally ready for her golden collar, and soon the piercing that will make her tits and clit his play toys. She has asked after them for far too long. Should this not just be a one night stand he will see to her gold. Yes, he shall see how long she can last.

The Shadow looms low over her outstretched body, held aloft by a host of there other members, cool breath on her neck, cool hands pinning slim shoulders and arms in grips of steel, The shadow that hovers over her laughs as its large cock pumps jerkily into her painfully stretched ass. The men have enjoyed her thusly, and she seems to enjoy it as well. Others walk about, waiting their next turn. The one in her ass, its prick swells thicker in anticipation, spreading her anus more as it gasps with effort, fingernails biting into a hip as it climaxes, hot streams of cum flooding the tall body. Julia cries in pain… in pleasure as the hot cum fills her bowels ... more dripping from her pussy, past the half engorged cock that still resides trapped by her own tightness. His load gone she works to expel him…wanting yet another.

Her body feeds the hunger, fills the shadows with energy. Can any of them remember the drought of but months ago…in their never ending hunger will they ever get enough of these delights their master has brought to them as he promised so long ago? Another shadow spasms within her mouth, the second of the day…cum spews from it as she gulps it down, remember her training to not allow a drop to fall, still some slips out to join the mix from the previous shadows that have used her. She gasps as the cocks all slide from her. She rolls her narrow hips in the air, seeking yet another cock to pleasure her, fire fills her body, needing to be quenched yet again. Her nipples ache staying hard and taunt from the constant attention of the shadows that hold her in the air. Her whole body has become a mere amusement for these creatures. She only awaits with full anticipation the next, surely they will all use her, and she will inexplicably allow them too and enjoy it. Perhaps more than anything this is what tears at the fabric of her sanity. The sex gave her a sense of strength, power, that these things need her and want her for what her body can provide them.

The Shadows are only too happy to oblige their young play thing; they toy with her, kissing and pinching her flesh. Yet another takes it's place between her legs, which hole will he use, she no longer cares only wanting another to be inside her. Its hard rigid tool stabs eagerly between her legs, he too is indifferent to which hole it finds, just wanting some of that tight slippery heat inside the tall slim body, spearing deep.... the cunt as it happens... using her body urgently, hands gripping her hips to better force his way deep inside her. The shadow rides her hard...Julia responds to its desire, feeling the heat inside her build to yet another climax, wanting and needing the shadows, mind crying out in horror at this wonton need that consumes her. A desire that she has fought for all her sexual life, made promises to avoid, like the gene released from her bottle at long last, she contorts in utter abandonment in the pleasure the stiff cocks provide as they pierce every one of her holes.

The pulsing of her body around the imbedded shaft is too much for the shadows that fuck her, more quickly do they succumb with each orgasm that washes over her contorted frame. With a mighty Groan Julia responds humming around the rigid shaft in her mouth. The shadow is unable to contain himself with the sensation and lets loose, coming within her, dribbling it’s cum down the corners of her mouth. She gasps as the wet sticky cum rolls down her chin swallowing hard to remove the cum from her mouth and regain her breathing rhythm, awaiting the next. The heat within her does not dissipate, instead it grows stronger she wants more now….wants them fully…pulls on the shafts as they go flaccid within the holes they have so recently pounded. Pulls with muscles clenched about them as they withdraw from her. Her eyes grow glazed with pleasure, slack with the satiation of her own hunger .

Julia arches up her response weaker, the number of orgasms sapping her energy at long last, the never ending line of shadows with their hands and tongues clouding her mind, the pleasure... somewhere in her the pleasure of the hard cock makes her tingle, is this what can be she has to wonder. Another finds its way between her legs as the tireless arms and hands hold her in their grip, floating in air. Pussy quivers about the hard cock within, on its fourth hard and deep thrust she lifts her head and moans deep, cumming... pussy squeezing hard, clenching the cock as it quivers and spasms then relaxes it’s grip… the next shadow doesn't last too long, having long ago cum its first load deep within her. Shania’s spasming pussy milking it's metaphysical seed to add to the previous occupant's. The line grows shorter, how many….another takes her, fills the open moaning mouth while another fills her ass. Her ass so sensitive, loving the hard cock that slides in and out in rapid rhythm. Will they be the last, does she want this to really end….the pure orgasmic haze that clouds her mind in pleasure. How many times… how many loads of cum fill her pussy or anus? Enough to leave Julia wringing with sweat and trembling with the physical demands of orgasmic weakness....She lays for just a moment upon the velvet, her mind vaguely aware she may be upon the pool table….then the hands lift her yet again, moving, the breeze growing chilly over her naked sweat soaked body. With her cooling body the glazed look of pleasure slowly fades from her eyes.

She is outside, being carried, relaxing in their grip, the safety she almost falls asleep…a dream the creaking of a hinge…her body turning over….to sleep upon the soft mattress is all that matters. Hands float forward and even with her neck….legs dropping forward, still spread….sensations of something wet sliding down her inner thigh. God so many, so many times….Her neck hits something hard, wrists as well. Worn with use and age, the creaking of the hinge….”nooooo” she screams, senses suddenly alive as the stock is snapped shut about her neck and wrists. Pulling her neck scrapping along the rough hewn wood, unable to free her self….”why…I’ve been good”. She tries to move her legs together, trembling from the effort she realizes they are back to being held in place with the bar…

“Slave, you have done well, best to remember you place” The one Shania calls the smith speaks, she can tilt her head far enough to see his girth, the smock that her wears most of the time.

“Master, why?”

“Is it a slaves place to ask why? Is it not enough to know that your master has seen fit to continue your training with the next phase?”

“Yes master” there is nothing to fight, nothing to reason with…these shadows that she has consorted with…let use her body and found their pleasure playing with her during the night. The slowly lighting sky to the east tells her morning approaches, birds begin their peaceful morning revelry like everything is right with the world. ‘But no’, she thinks to herself, ‘…fucking nonstop for seven hours or so, who’d have thought.’ Muscles in her leg protest at holding her weight up, that at least evidence of what she has done…she sags, legs trembling as the strength threatens to give out.

“The slave will maintain the position, if you don’t….well it’s your neck. If someone wishes to use you, you will treat them right, let them enjoy themselves. “, She forces her legs straighter, to bear the weight if only for a little while longer, to not look weak in front of her masters minions.

A blanket is placed over her body, darkening her vision and keeping back the lightening sky. The weight and warmth of it brings conflict to her body. Warmth against the chill of the morning, yet weight to push already strained endurance to its limits. Perhaps she can sleep, soooo tired. The mornings chill coming, alone again, she cries…unable to do anything else, tired, the position uncomfortable and wondering what will happen as the workers awaken….what has the master planned for her? A shudder runs through her body one more time, from the pleasure, or humiliation not even she knows for certain.

Continued in Act II

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