Part 5.
Far, far off a buzzer was going off. It would not stop, insistently buzzing and
buzzing. Sandy tried to ignore it. Slowly, slowly consciousness began to
return. Where was she? What was she? She tried to open her eyes but they did
not want to focus. She tried to move her arms, but they did not want to
cooperate. Her legs refused to move. Finally with one flailing arm she managed
to connect with the snooze alarm, but five more minutes of sleep.
The buzzing again. Sandy's eyes finally opened and tried to focus. She looked
at the clock. It was Tuesday; she needed to be at work. She groaned as she
tried to move. She stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. Peeing was
painful, her outraged pussy and clit were sore. There were red marks around her
breasts, legs, and shoulders where straps had rubbed. She tried to get into the
shower and realized she still wore the little black dress. She fumbled to get
it off, found the bottle of prescription pain killers and downed several. The
hot water ran down her body. She tried to scrub the many layers of cum and
female pussy secretions off her body and face. There was crusty material in her
hair and on her eyes. She scrubbed and scrubbed. Finally, as the pain killers
began to work, she crawled back toward the bed. She hit speed dial for her
office and left a voice mail message that she was having car trouble and would
be a little late. Downstairs the automatic coffee maker had gone off, giving
her some hope she would make it eventually.
Sandy sat in her robe at the kitchen table sipping on her second cup of coffee.
Her arms ached, her legs ached, her tits were swollen from abuse. And her poor
pussy, it was sore all over with her labia swollen to more than twice their
normal size. Finally she forced herself to get dressed. She chose a business
suit with pants as it would cover all marks on her legs and arms. She spent
more time than usual on her make up trying to cover the signs of the night
before. She fumbled with the lock tumblers on her collar, finally getting it
right. Finally, on her third cup of coffee, she made it to her car.
It was after 9 before she left the house. Even with rush hour traffic gone it
was almost 10 before she could get to the parking lot and painfully walk the few
hundred yards to her office. Climbing the short flight of stairs was also
painful. Finally she bustled into the office with all the energy she could
muster, muttering about dead batteries and slow work men.
She desperately tried to pretend she was working, but she could not concentrate.
She tried doing mechanical things, like e-mail. About half way through the
messages she came to one from Him. It was very simple.
"Congratulations. You are an overnight sensation. You're rewards are in the
mail."
What did that mean? She could not understand. Quickly she went to the web
site, trying to make sure no one was looking. There on the new front page was
an advertisement about her. She was hanging from her arms, a black square
covering her pussy and ass, her strapped tits partially visible with black
squares just covering the nipples, showing the weights hanging below. "Join now
and seen the continuing saga and to The Taking of Sandy. Don't miss Friday
night's extravagance. Join NOW!"
Friday! what was Friday? She began to shake. What more could be done to her.
Suddenly a secretary was at her door. Sandy tried to block the computer screen,
but she knew she could not completely. It was a special delivery letter
requiring her personal signature. She scribbled on it, thanked the messenger,
but she was sure he saw part of the web site behind her. Red faced she tried to
open it. Inside was a cashier's check for $3,000 and a brief note. "You're
share of the proceeds, bitch."
Tuesday passed in a fog. Sandy tried desperately to concentrate but it was
impossible. Finally 5 o'clock came. She got out as fast as she could, drove
home and downed more over the counter pain killers. She tried to eat something,
realizing she had had almost nothing all day and almost nothing yesterday. She
sat down to her home computer and looked at her personal e-mail. There were
nearly 500 messages.
She could not understand it. She started to open them. Fan mail, every one.
Adoring fans who had seen her on the net. Oh my God, she thought, he gave out
my e-mail too. She went to the web site and logged in. Sure enough she found a
profile of her. It included physical measurements, a little about her
background, a brief synopsis of what had happened to her, and her e-mail
address. Since her public profile for that account included her real name,
approximate address, etc. anyone paying for this web site could find out all
about her.
She went back to the fan mail. There were offers of marriage; threats of what
someone would like to do to her, detailed scenarios they would like to see
played out. There were even some from other women who were closet submissives
who thanked her for letting them live out their fantasies through her suffering.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. When she opened it nobody was there,
but a note. She read it hurriedly. It looked very formal.
"You are invited to dinner with Master, tomorrow night, Wednesday. Dress
formal. Since your attendance is mandatory, no RSVP is required. A limousine
will be sent for you at 6:30 PM."
Sandy began to shake. What had he planned now? She already had warnings about
Friday, but what was planned for Wednesday?
She poured herself a glass of wine and returned to her fan mail. She began
answering some, in fact as many as she possible could. Some were touching, some
were gross, some turned her on. She did her best to answer all she could as
honestly as she could. It was 11 when she turned in, and the alarm seemed to go
off immediately.
It was Wednesday morning. Not thinking about tonight, she just tried to
struggle to get to work. A realization dawned that she had make $4000 this week
in her new "profession" whereas a week on her job paid only a little over $1000.
After taxes, social security, fringe benefits, etc. her take home was only about
$600. But her job was respectable, not like what that porn-slut was doing on
the net.
She got through the morning alright. She even got some work done. At noon she
took time for a weekly workout, and even had an ice-cream on top of her normal
Slimfast on the way back. She stopped at her bank and cashed the money order.
She expected it to be no good, but after much deliberation they paid her in 30
crisp $100 bills. She had thought of depositing it in their checking account,
but how would she explain that to her husband? Only as 5 approached did she let
her mind turn to her date with Him. At 4:30 a currier arrived with a package for
her. She opened it to find a new collar. This one was gleaming metal studded
with what appeared to be diamonds. Loops of chain extended downward, hiding it
real nature. On the front hung a large green emerald. It still had a
combination lock. She checked it to make sure, but yes it was her birthday
again.
Suddenly on the way home she felt like a school girl going to the prom. She
quickly showered, spraying herself with after shower splash, doing her make up
more elaborately than usual, and even using more perfume, including putting some
on her breasts and pussy. She reshaved her pussy so no stubble was present.
She chose a long black, sleeveless evening dress, held up with a single tie
behind her neck. She took out the high heels He had bought her, and the black
stockings and garter belt He had chosen. She found some spray glitter for her
hair, and finally at nearly 6:30 she clicked on her new collar.
Exactly at 6:30 a white stretched limousine pulled up in front of her house.
Two young white girls got out, both dressed in short formals. One was blond in
an emerald green gown, while the second was a brunette with red highlights. She
wore a lacy blue gown. They came to the door, introduced them selves as Cee and
Dee, and presented Sandy with flowers. Cee, the blond was very striking, with
just below the shoulder blond hair, small breasts, and almost boyish figure.
Her strong legs and firm ass suggested she must work out regularly. Sandy could
not tell how old she was, but she suspected not more than 18 or so. Dee, the
brunette, was equally striking but in a different way. Her breasts were
somewhat larger, though still small compared to Sandy's. Her ass and legs were
muscular, and her arms too suggested significant strength from working out.
Both would have to be considered very beautiful. Sandy guessed that Dee was a
little older, perhaps 21. Cee and Dee carefully pinned the corsage to Sandy's
dress and led her to the waiting car. The driver could have been the same one
from last weekend, but she was not sure. Cee and Dee sat on either side of her
and offered her wine on their way, they apologized profusely that they had been
ordered to blindfold her. They placed a leather blindfold over her eyes with
soft foam pads that fit directly over her eyes so she could not open them even a
little. On the way they continued to feed her canapes and wine. With her sight
denied her, her taste buds came alive, savoring the delicious flavors.
After 30 minutes of driving, which seemed much longer in Sandy's blindfolded
condition, they arrived. Cee and Dee led her still blindfolded up the path and
through the front door of an impressive mansion. Once inside her blindfold was
removed. She tried to focus. Overhead was a large chandelier. The furniture
looked Victorian, and to one side in the library she could see dark paneling. A
butler let her toward the study, while another woman in a French maid outfit
scurried away. Sandy thought she recognized her as one of the twins from Monday
night.
As they entered the study her heart jumped into her throat. There He was. He
was gorgeous, in a black tuxedo with bow tie and cummerbund. He had a glass of
wine in his hand as he swept gracefully forward.
"Welcome, my dear," he began, "you look simply radiant tonight."
Sandy was taken completely off guard. He had never spoken kindly to her. He
was her Master and she his bitch, yes his slave. She did not know what to say,
just stammering, "Thank you, Sir."
"Dinner is almost ready, my dear, so let us see what the chef has planned for
tonight." He led her with amazing gentleness to the dinning hall. Another
large chandelier hung over a dark mahogany table. The light was low and candles
accented the table. Cee and Dee were already in the room, preparing to take
their positions on two sides of the table. Sandy was directed by the butler to
the far end, with Master taking his position at the head.
The next two hours were like a scene out of a fairy tale. Dinner was in formal
French style, with numerous courses and sorbet to clear the pallet. The filet
mignon literally melted in your mouth, and the crisp green salad had just the
right texture. Each had its own wine to accompany the course, and by the time
the chocolate moose with raspberry sauce was served Sandy was feeling like a 16
year-old virgin at her first formal prom dinner. Cee and Dee talked little
except when spoken to, but Master kept them talking on various subject. Between
them they teased out a lot about Sandy's past, and her likes and dislikes.
They got her to admit that her husband was a wimp in bed, and she was rarely
satisfied by his love making.
Finally after dinner they retired to the sitting room, where Master reclined in
a large leather chair. Cee and Dee immediately curled up on either side of his
chair on small hassocks as if they had done this before. Sandy was shown to a
very comfortable arm chair directly across from Master. An after dinner drink
was served, some form of brandy. It must have contained something else though
for she had barely started it when Sandy felt her blood pressure rising, and her
pussy begin to tingle.
Master was talking to her, but Cee and Dee were beginning to run their hands
over him. She was jealous. Suddenly she felt soft hands on her arms. The
twins in French maid outfits were fastening her arms to the chair with leather
straps so she could not move. She watched in growing jealous rage as Cee and
Dee began to run their hands under Masters clothes. One of the twins raised the
last of the brandy to Sandy's lips, pouring the last drops down her throat.
With horror she watched as Cee got to kiss Master while Dee removed his
cummerbund. Slowly Dee unzipped his pants and very gently exposed his growing
cock. Sandy wanted to jump out of her chair, but the straps held her in place.
She wanted that cock so bad. And tonight she did not want him to cum in her
mouth or her ass; she wanted him to explode inside her pussy. He had refused
her that privilege several times, and now like the bitch in heat she was, she
desperately wanted to feel his satisfaction as he exploded deep inside her. She
watched in growing frustration as Cee French kissed Master and Dee began to
stroke his prodigious member.
She felt hands on her shoulders. The twins were undoing her dress and letting
the top down to expose her breasts. Her nipples were already hard. Now she
felt the two girls caressing her tits, then nibbling on them. One began to
French kiss her as Cee was doing with Master. The drug laden brandy and this
gently ministrations were driving her up the wall. She felt the moisture
between her legs seeping out and beginning to run down her thigh. One of the
twins began to caress her thigh, but neither of them came close to her pussy.
Now Dee was kissing Master, as Cee bent her head to his cock. No, Sandy almost
wanted to scream, that should be mine tonight, not hers. Her passion, no her
lust, rose higher and higher as she saw his huge cock stiffen in the pale mouth
of Cee, her blond hair cascading down around his large black member. One of the
twins ran a finger nail around Sandy's clit, but it was already rock hard and
her labia puffy and wet with her desire. Slowly Cee and Dee lowered Master's
pants, totally revealing his huge, hard cock and huge balls. The twins
carefully unzipped the back of Sandy's gown, and gently worked it out from under
her until all she wore were the black stockings, garter belt and shoes that He
had picked out for her. And the beautiful collar, the symbol of his ownership
of her.
Cee and Dee now alternated fondling and licking Master's cock. Faster and
faster they continued until he was fully erect and beginning to breathe harder.
Meanwhile the twins continued to bring Sandy to a feverous pitch, teasing her
nipples, and running fingers tantalizingly close to her pussy. She could not
stand in any more. She was beginning to pant in frustration, and passion. She
could almost see the drop of pre-cum on Masters member. She wanted it sooo bad,
she wanted it inside her, she wanted Him inside her, she wanted him to deposit
his seed as deep in her as possible. Why was he doing this to her?
Suddenly she felt the twins release the straps holding her to the chair. At the
same time Cee and Dee stepped back to make room for her. She tried to control
her passion, moving toward Master will all the control she could muster. She
leaned down and kissed him deeply, feeling their tongues entwine like two
snakes. She placed on knee on one side of him and then the second on the other,
straddling his powerful thighs. Slowly while still kissing him deeply she
lowered her dripping pussy until it just reached to tip of his cock. She heard
him give a slight grown. Like a true bitch in heat, she leaned back and slowly
lowered her pussy onto the head of his cock. Out of her mouth came a moan which
can only be described as pure animal lust. Slowly she lowered her pussy onto
his huge member. Deeper, deeper, now stopping, retreating, leaning to kiss him
again. She felt the twin's hands on her back and breasts and was aware of Cee
and Dee continuing to caress Master's chest under his shirt. Her passion now
was only on his beautiful cock. Slowly she worked it deeper and deeper, faster
and faster, she came once, just a little one, but she was determined that he
would not get the best of her tonight. She would have his seed in her pussy
before it was over.
She wiggled her tits at him placing her hands on his chest, the muscles rippled
under her touch. She concentrated all the strength she could to her pussy
muscles contracting around his cock and trying to milk him with her pussy. His
member flinched inside her, but would not give up his seed. Harder and harder
she tried, gyrating on his cock, wiggling, thrusting, clenching her pussy,
trying everything to milk him of his seed. She wanted it so bad. Again she
climaxed, but she did not want to loose it. Faster deeper, finally all the way
to her cervix, harder she danced on his cock. Now her hips were moving like
Hawaiian dancer, now trying to imitate a belly dancer, with slow rolls and
thrusts. Every trick she had learned she tried to get the prize. She knew he
was close, she could see it, she could feel it, she could feel the pre-cum
seeping out.
Now frantically she put every ounce of energy she had into her gyrating dance,
around and up and down, like a crazy woman. She was crazy, crazy with lust.
She could hear herself pleading, "Please Master, I want it so bad, Please give
it to me, give it to me!"
She felt her unwanted final huge orgasm building. She tried everything to push
it down while focusing all her energy on manipulating Master's huge cock, now
she was really desperate.
As the waves of ecstasy began to overwhelm her she flexed her cunt with all her
might, pleading "Please, please,,,, SCREW MEEEEEEE."
As her world began to explode around her she felt it. Like a fire house going
off inside her, wave after wave of black seed pouring deep into her pussy.
Filling her and squirting out like a spring from beneath her legs. Her whole
body exploded, her mouth fell open, her eyes rolled up in her head, a long
silent scream for no sound would cum. Her cunt exploded with spasms around that
huge invading organ milking every last black seed it could. Then she collapsed
in a dead faint.
Slowly, slowly Sandy began to regain consciousness. She was still lying on
Master's chest. His cock was still inside her and still semi-hard even after
all her attempts to milk every ounce of energy out of him. She kissed him
deeply, and he responded. They lay like that for several minutes. Slowly she
began to remember Cee, Dee, and the twins. They were gently standing by
attendant on the mating couple. Slowly they began to help untangle her arms and
legs, making it easier for them to lie next to one another. In the afterglow,
they softly caressed both lovers. Finally, Sandy rolled off the prodigious cock
as it popped out still semi-hard. She lay in his arms feeling the strong
muscles of his chest. Slowly the assistants helped her up, indicating the time
for her audience was over. Reluctantly she allowed them to help. Cee and Dee
helped Master with his pants, while the twins retrieved her dress. Master then
approached her, still in an amazingly gently fashion. He kissed her, and
quietly said, "Until Friday night, my dear."
With that the twins helped her out. The car and driver were waiting. Before
leaving the entry they replaced her blindfold, led her to the car. Cee and Dee
accompanied her, and during the drive offered her one last drink. This one must
have had a sedative in it, for when they reached her house they had to help her
upstairs. They carefully removed her dress, stockings, and shoes. Washed her
body carefully and tenderly, then put her to bed and tucked her in before
turning out the lights and returning to the limousine.
