Sandy's Dreams Come True Sandy was home alone again. Her husband was out of town for 10 days this time, and it was Friday night. She had come home from work, changed out of her formal business attire, into a loose sweat suit, and now as usual her fingers were sliding inside the waist band as she began her common series of fantasies. They always revolved around a powerful black man, or black men, with big hard cocks. Sometimes she was cooperative, and sometimes they used force, but it always ended the same, with her exhausted after many orgasms. She had never actually been fucked by a black man, but the idea had dominated her fantasies every since her white racist father had had a fit when he saw her walking near a black boy who she did not even know well. Now her fingers were rubbing her clit, and her mind was imagining tonight's star. Her long red hair flowed loosely around her shoulders as her fingers flew more rapidly through her orange bush. Her ample 34D tits began to rise and fall rubbing against her sweat suit as their pink tips became hard. Her long slim legs spear wide to give her fingers access to her moist pussy. With one hand she began to rub her hard nipples through the sweat shirt. She began to pant and moan lowly as her fantasy unraveled, tonight in some dark park with two strangers. Suddenly there was a load knock on the door. She sat straight upright. "Oh my God", she thought, "whoever it is could have seen me through the window. Who could it be?" She was not expecting anyone. She quickly got up, very flustered, went to the door, and without thinking opened it immediately. Standing there was a tall, very muscular black man. He must have been about 6'3" and at least 250 lbs, with broad powerful shoulders. Without thinking she asked him, "Yes, what do your want?" Without a word he stepped into the house, grasped both of her shoulders firmly, and proclaimed, "I am the answer to all your dreams. Tonight all your hidden fantasies will come true." She tried to object, but he kicked the door closed, forced both hands behind her, holding them together with one powerful hand. Next he grabbed the front on her sweatshirt, pulled it up over her head with one easy motion pulling it all way down her arms, further restricting her arms behind her. Her ample tits popped out as if at attention, jiggling with her still hard nipples projecting firmly. The man leaned over and forcefully kissed her as his hand began to rather roughly massage her breast, squeezing and twisting the nipple. "Now," he began, "are you going to be a cooperative little white slut, or do I have to use more encouragement?" "I am not a white slut!" she proclaimed. "I am a wife, and a ....." She was cut off by a hard slap to her face. "Ok," he said, "Have it your way." From his pocket it pulled out a length of clothesline, forcing her hands high, and pulling one leg out from under her with his foot, he forced her to her knees. Holding her arms high behind her with both hands, he worked her sweatshirt over her hands, and then began to tie her elbows tight together. He held them so high that she was bent forward with her head touching the carpet, on her knees with her ass in the air. He finished tying her elbows tightly together, then ran the rope down her arms and began tying her wrists together. Next, he pulled her roughly to her feet and began to strip off her pants leaving her only in her tiny white bikini panties. Without a word he forced her back on her knees, forced her legs wide apart with kicks at her inner thighs, and then shoved a step stool between her legs so she could not close them. Next he tied the end of the rope to the back of the step stool so she could not move. He walked around in front of her and slowly began to take off his belt. It was black leather about 2" thick with metal studs. Next he unzipped his pants and slowly lowered them. With his crotch only inches from her face, he began to lower his boxers, revealing the largest cock Sandy had ever seen so closely. It was not yet fully erect but was already at least 9" and thick. Smiling, he began to slowly stroke it in front of her face and then began to slap her cheeks with it. "You want it, don't you bitch, and you want this big cock slamming into your little white cunt, don't you?" he yelled at her. She wanted it, she knew she did, but she kept her mouth tightly shit. "You're going to suck it any time I tell you to, do you hear me bitch?" H yelled directly into her face. He stepped back one step, folded the belt double in his hand, and brought the metal studded whip down directly across both breasts. She screamed in surprise and pain. The studs stabbed into her tender tits, and the broud leather left a mark clear across them. Again he raised his hand and again the belt came down, faster now again and again. Now she was screaming with pain, as well as excitement. Her tits were turning red with welts where the belt hit and bright red marks showing the path of each stud. Several of the deeper ones began to weep a drop of blood. She was screaming out of control now. Suddenly he stopped. "Are your ready now, Bitch?" He commanded. She just nodded, trying to catch her breath, and opened her mouth wide. He was in no hurry. He fed the tip around her lips and over her tongue. "Lick it, bitch!" He commanded. Dutifully she extended her tongue and ran up and down his cock as he guided her. He forced her tongue to his balls, fed them into her mouth, and then forced her tongue up and down his huge cock. Slowly at first he fed her the tip, in and out, always with his hands on her head, controlling her. Then deeper, he began to rock it in and out forcing her head just as far as he wanted. Now it was reaching the back of her throat, in and out in a very measured face fuck. He grasped her firmly under the jaw and behind the head, and slowly pushed forward, forcing his cock deep down her throat. She had deep-throated several men, but never anything this size. She knew how to hold her breath, and control her gagging reflex, but this one stretched her throat wide and threatened to chock her anyway. He pulled out and she gasped for air. Slowly he fed it down her throat again. In and out she managed to get her breathing in control with his thrusts, not that she had much choice. With both hands around her head he forced her wherever he wanted. Continuing at a very managed pace He kept fucking her face and throat, plunging so deep his balls slapped on her chin, then pulling back and forcing her throat open again, back and forth, back and forth. She began to realize that he had no intention of cumming, he was just fucking her to show her who was boss, and he certainly was that at the moment. Finally he stopped. "Good cock-sucker," he exclaimed as he slapped her face with his still hard cock. Holding her mouth open, he spat directly into her mouth. "Swallow it, bitch," he commanded. She complied, helpless under his hands. "You will swallow anything I tell you to, do you understand, bitch?" She just nodded, trying to keep down the spit and snot he had shot into her gapping mouth. Suddenly he untied her hands and forced her to her feet. "Loose the panties, bitch," he commanded. She struggled with her hands still tied behind her to work the waste band down over her hips. Then wiggled and wiggled to get them down. Finally she succeeded and they fell around her ankles. He just nodded, and reached down and grabbed her pussy, running his fingers through the orange bush, and then forcing one finger deep into her sopping wet pussy. The face fucking had made her pussy so wet she was sure both her panties and the step stool were soaked. He just smiled. "You're a hot one aren't you bitch?" he laughed. Pulling her bound arms high behind her he forced her to lean forward and steered her toward the dining room table. Without saying another word he forced her face down over the table. With hard kicks to the inside of her legs he forced her to spread them until they were as wide as the table. With her hands held high she was helpless splayed open to him. She felt his hard cock running over the surface of her cunt. Her clit was caught right on the edge of the table and rubbed hard against it every time he pushed her forward. She could feel the juices from her cunt dripping down her lips and onto the floor. She could not help it. She had never felt so turned on. Slowly he began to feed just the tip of his prodigious cock into her small pussy, spreading her wet lips wide. Slowly he rocked back and forth going deeper and deeper. She began to gasp and moan as the huge invader stretcher her. She had never had anyone this big insider her before. Ever her largest dildo was not much bigger. Slowly he worked it deeper and deeper, always in control, then faster and faster. Now he was bottoming on her cervix. She cried every time he hit home. Faster and harder he continued to fuck her. She began to loose control. She was always a screamer, and now with this huge cock plowing into her, and her clit getting squashed with every thrust, she could not hold back. She was crying and screaming. She wanted to say stop but the word would not come. Deep insider her belly she felt the fire begin to come, building and building. Her screams gave way to breathless gasps as it began to explode, her mouth gapped open in a silent scream as her whole body began to shake and shake. The huge orgasm which had been building now for an hour began to break and her whole body shuddered uncontrollably as the huge cock continued to plow in and out in and out, at the pace He desired. She nearly lost consciousness as the orgasm peaked, but as she began to come to she realized He was not done with her. He had slowed, but was still plowing in and out at a steady controlled pace. She could not believe it, but she began to feel the fire slowly build up a second time, keeping her in perfect control, he slowly picked up the pace until she was on the verge again. He teased her by slowing slightly, then speeding up again. Finally he took her over the edge a second time. First she screamed then the sound stopped as she shook and shook as if in a seizure. She was smashing her own head on the table, totally out of control, and then she did loose consciousness this time. When she came too she first felt his hard cock still buried deep insider her cunt. As she began to regain her breath, she was crying like a baby, tears of emotion running down her cheeks. But He was not done with her yet. Slowly he began to fuck her yet a third time. Slowly, slowly speeding up his master fucking. She could feel the fire build in her belly for a third time but she was too exhausted to hardly scream at all. She was just moaning and crying, and she felt herself totally loosing all control of her body. It responded on its own, pushing back against him wanting more, more, more cock, more fucking, harder, and harder. The third huge orgasm began to break over her, her jaw was clenched and little guttural sounds came from her throat like a big cat in heat. Growls, and animal sounds not recognizable as human. She began to shake and shake uncontrollable. Finally her back arched backward, her mouth fell wide open, her eyes glazed over, a low growling scream came from somewhere deep inside her, and she collapsed forward, totally unconscious. She did not know how long she was unconscious. When she came too she was untied and lying sprawled on her bed upstairs. She was vaguely aware of some small flashes as he took pictures of her naked body with a digital camera. She sort of fell asleep for a minute and awoke to see Him rummaging through her dresser. He pulled out some black stockings and a black garter belt which she had not worn for a long time and through them on the bed next to her. Next he went to her closet with a number of comments under his breath which indicated his displeasure with her wardrobe. Finally he pulled out a rather translucent silk blouse and through it on the bed. Again he looked through the closet, and way in the back found a short leather skirt which she had almost forgotten was there. Growling that it would have to do, he through it on the bed. Sitting down beside her, he slapped her face to get her attention, grabbed one tit and twisted it to wake her up. With a yelp of pain she came further awake. "Get dressed, bitch," He ordered. With shaking hands she tried to get the stockings on. Finally, with a great deal of effort, she managed to get her shaking hands to work enough to get on the stockings and fasten the garter belt. She pulled on the blouse, not daring to ask about a bra, and began to button it. He stopped her part way up. Taking a small knife he cut off the top two buttons so she could button it no further. It gapped to below her breasts, allowing anyone to see the sides of her breasts from either side. She did not dare to complain, but began to pull on the skirt. She had not worn it in years, so it was rather tight. I only came to about mid-thigh, so it barely covered to top of her stockings, and were she to bend forward the bottom of her ass would probably be exposed, but by now she only did exactly as she was told. "You don't have any decent shoes, bitch," he complained, throwing her some low pumps. "You will just have to buy some." With that he grabbed her elbow and began to lead her downstairs. He rummaged through her purse, taking out her wallet and her car keys, then directed her down the stairs to the garage. "You drive, bitch," he ordered. She got in fumbling with the keys. She heard the garage door open, and felt him next to her with one hand on her thigh and a finger resting on her clit. He directed her to a nearby Wal-Mart. She shopped there often and even knew one of the managers. As they got out and walked into the store she realized that security cameras would be recording it, showing her driving her own car, very voluntarily into a public place with this man. He directed her up one aisle and down another, right past a security guard who she thought she recognized, to the shoe aisle. He asked her size, woman's 7, and finally picked out a pair of dark high heels with nearly 3" heels. They were a little like sandals with open toes, but had straps that fastened tightly around the ankle so they would not fall off, nor could they be taken off without unbuckling them. He led her back to the cash register, giving her wallet back so she could pay for them. "Use credit, bitch," he whispered. She dutifully swiped her credit card, and as the clerks were instructed, the saleswoman checked her credit card, signature, and identification. She realized that anyone seeing the surveillance video would have not doubt that it was she making the purchase, and voluntarily accompanying this man. They left and returned slowly to the car. He forced her to change shoes right there. She rarely wore high heels, and these were very hard to balance on. She stumbled as he directed her back into the driver's seat. Next, he directed her to a small shopping center which she had never visited. In the middle was a small store with paper covering the windows. He directed her inside, where she saw all sorts of sex toys, including leather cuffs, blindfolds, and a great variety of whips. There were also racks and racks of videos and in the back apparently some viewing booths. He talked with the man behind the counter for some time, both of them laughing and sometimes pointing at her or some of the bondage gear around the store. Finally, He returned to her and led her over to a rack containing what looked like dog collars. He sorted through them, and finally found one he liked. It was black leather with rhinestones, but had a digital lock. He tried it on her neck for size, and then returned it sorting through the stack for a smaller one. Finally he produced a similar one which could barely go around her neck. He played with the locking mechanism for a minute, and then put it around her neck. When it was snapped in place it was so tight she could barely swallow. She tried swallowing and it was an effort. Next he found a matching leash, and snapped it on. With them he led her back to the counter. "Pay the man, bitch," he demanded. Dutifully she produced her credit card, paid for the items, and signed the slip. He took her wallet, and with her new leash he led her out to the car. This time he placed her in the passenger seat, knotting the leash around the headrest. She did not know it at the time, but she would become much more familiar with this little shop of horrors.
Part 2 Her new black Master drove Sandy across town. On the way he stopped and made her fill the car with gas, and go into a liquor store and buy a bottle of whiskey. Each time she knew that security cameras would be recording her doing these things without apparent coercion, in public areas. Master had set it up well. If she every tried to say she was not a willing participant public cameras would prove her very willing in a court of law. Finally He parked behind a club deep inside the black side of town. He took her by the leash and led her into the dimly lit bar. He directed her to the bar, and seated her on a bar stool, where the height would show off her white upper thighs. She saw herself in the mirror, and it was a shock. Her red hair hung down around her face in a mussed tangle thanks to her recent violent love making or was it rape? She still had on some lipstick, but it was smeared. Her skin was extremely white, especially in this bar where there was not another white person to bed seen. Her large breasts jutted out against the thin silk blouse, which was gapping so far open that the sides of both tits were exposed. Her nipples stood out like hard little lumps, and even though they were rather pale pink both their color and shape were clearly visible. The short leather skirt was really too tight, pulling in her slim waist and clinging to her hips like a second skin. Balancing on the bar stool in her extremely high heels, she could not help but expose the glaringly white top of her thigh above her black stockings. To her shock she realized that some portion of the floor was actually square mirrored tiles so that anyone looking down at the right angle could look right up her skirt and see her naked pussy. She began to blush bright crimson as she realized how exposed she was in this hostile environment. Master came over and gave her a drink. "Start a tab, bitch,." He ordered. She produced her credit card and gave it to the bar keeper. He produced a slip which she noticed had no total on it yet, but she signed it anyway. Master was talking with several men a little way down the bar. They were laughing and pointing, but she could not understand anything they were saying. She sipped at her drink. It was strong. She almost gagged. She sipped more daintily. It must have been nearly straight whiskey. Soon she began to suspect there might be something else in it, for she began to feel tingle, and a very excited, nervous feeling began to radiate inside her. Her pussy too began to tingle and feel even more excited then it had been before. To avoid all the eyes around her, she drank faster. Before she knew it the first glass was empty and another replaced it. After the third drink she looked up and began to admire the red-headed slave/hooker across the bar. She had on a tight collar, her tits were practically hanging out, and her short skirt barely covered her pussy. Then the shock hit her, that was her! Master came over, grabbed her by the arm and helped her across the bar to a low stage. Spot lights came on as he helped her up. "Alright, dance bitch," he ordered, as a loud base-heavy beat began to shake the bar. She could barely stand in her very high heels, especially in this drunk and drugged state, but she tried to move as much as possible. The deep base began to get inside her. The low pitched beat seemed to shake her pussy with every pulse, like a very low frequency vibrator. She could feel her juices begin to flow. As the alcohol and drugs took control she began to sway back and forth thrusting out her pelvis. At the shouts of the men she leaned over and shook her boobs back and forth. Soon her blouse was completely unbuttoned and her tits were shaking back and forth to the music. She felt hands reach up and rub the inside of her thighs. Two men were suddenly beside her with their hands on her ass and pussy, running up and down her thighs. The music decreased somewhat, and she realized that Master was on the stage with a microphone. "Alright," he began, "on the board with have the items for sale, and we will begin the bidding with number one, her bush." Sandy could not understand what they were talking about. She continued to dance, but she was feeling faint and the two men were now more holding her up then just fondling her. The bidding went on, but she could not understand the items. Something about her mouth, her tits, her pussy, but she could not understand. At one point she remembered seeing a man with a video camera, but it was all a blur. Finally the bidding was over. She was nearly unconscious from the booze, drugs, and exercise of dancing as two men lifted her off the stage and placed her on her back on a table. She barely noticed that her skirt was pulled up around her waist. She saw a glint of metal as Master approached her with a pair of scissors. He grasped a handful of her orange pussy hair and began to cut it off very close to her skin. He carefully took the orange pubic hair and put it in a small plastic bag. When he was done, there was just a stubble. He handed the bag to one man, and motioned for a second to come forward. She felt something warm and wet being spread on her pussy and down the crack of her ass. She was pulled to the end of the table and her legs held high and apart so that her pussy and ass were fully exposed. The second man Master had motioned forward began to run a razor over the sensitive folds of her pussy, down the crack of her ass, and back. Carefully he shaved every bit, inserting two big fingers into her pussy to give a firm backing to the blade moving over her lips. Finally, he raised the razor in triumph. Now she was pulled further up the table until her head hung over the edge. Someone grabbed her long red hair and pulled it down ward. She heard a snipping noise and a portion of her long hair was gone. It was passed out to a couple of men, again in plastic bags. When they were done her hair was more of a page boy length. Now the excitement in the room was rising. Two men came forward and grabbed her arms they were pulled down and tied to the legs of the table. Her legs two were spread wide to the sides of the table and strapped to the legs. Her blouse lay fully open, her skirt around her waist, and her mouth gapping over as her head lolled off the end of the table. Another man approached her head. His cock was smaller than Master's, but still big and black. He was stroking it as he slapped her mouth with it. In this position her eyes were below his balls and they slapped against her forehead and eyes and he played his organ over her face. Grabbing her head by the jaw and back he began to feed his cock into her mouth. Tied as she was, she was totally helpless. The man began to ram his cock deep down her throat. She tried to get her breathing stable, but it was difficult. He was not as gentle as Master, and he rammed repeatedly deep into her throat, not giving her time to breath. Faster and faster he pumped, until she felt him begin to spasm. Suddenly it was as if a firehose went off in her throat. She desperately tried to swallow the cum as it shot down her throat. She sputtered and chocked, trying to clear it, swallowing up and down into her belly. He rammed in again and again as the last of the fluid drained out of her mouth, dripping onto the floor, running down her nose, into her eyes, and into the remains of her hair. As soon as the first man was done a second came forward. His cock was not yet fully hard as he fed it over her lips. Still sputtering from the cum in her throat she tried to lick and suck on it as best she could. He put his balls in her mouth and had her suck on them. Then when his cock was fully erect, he walked around and climbed up on the table. He stuck two fingers into Sandy's pussy, as if judging his target. The slowly lowered his large cock to her new nude pussy. Passed the moist lips it went, deeper and deeper, until he bottomed on her cervix. She gasped as he did. Now he began to pump up and down, in and out faster and faster. He was not in this for her pleasure, but his. He was fast and rough, and it was not long before his cock exploded insider her, sending his black seed spewing deep into her womb. She thought it would never end, so much jism, so much cum, filling her cunt. She could hear it squishing as he pulled in and out milking every last drop of juice out of his cock. Finally he too was done, and stood up with a proud hooray. Now the lower bidders came forward. A second man raped her mouth, sending another flood of cum down her throat, over her face and matting in her hair. A third went for her mouth, but sprayed his cum over her breasts, massaging the white, sticky mess all over them. A second climbed on top of her and fucked her pussy hard and fast, pulling out to send his seed all over her belly, ponding in her belly button. Still another had them untie her legs and raised them up until her knees were on her shoulders. Master came forward at this point with a word of warning, but the man rammed his cock into her pussy and again quickly came, spraying his juice all the way up to her face. Apparently three was the number of accepted bids, because at this point Sandy was untied, and Master lead her to the back of the bar to a bathroom. Another woman appeared to help him, and she took charge of cleaning Sandy up. Her ministrations were almost gentle. She washed the matted cum off her face, breasts and belly. She massaged some type of cream on her bruised tits which made them hurt less. Finally, she combed her hair, having removed all of the matted cum she could. She dressed in the same skirt and blouse, and then helped her put on a little fresh make up from her own handbag. Finally she led Sandy back to the bar where Master was sitting on a stool counting his money. He led Sandy out into the middle of the floor and had her bow to all present, then led her by the leash and collar back to her car. Master drove her home, parking in her own garage, and led her upstairs. He poured her a drink from the whiskey she had bought. The warmth began to flow through her. Master had one himself and then gave her a second. The alcohol began to hit her hard. Master led her upstairs. He took off her blouse and skirt as she stood like a manikin. Slowly he undressed until he stood naked before her. He began to kiss her and run his hands over her much used body. It was as if a stick of dynamite went off inside her. She could feel her bruised pussy begin to moisten rapidly. She felt her bruised tits begin to stiffen as his hands moved over her tits, twisting, massaging the nipples. He lowered one hand to her pussy, pushing in one, two, then three fingers, swirling them around inside. Then he ran one finger over her clit, grasped it with a second and began to twirl it around. She was gasping already. His touch was magical. He forced her to her knees and fed her his big cock. She did not hesitate, but took it eagerly into her mouth. Sucking on it like a hungry dog. Master lifted her up and led her to the bed. He laid her on her stomach and proceeded to tie her hands and feet to the far corners of the bed so she was completely helpless and spread eagled. He picked up some rasberry flavored lubricant from her night stand and began to rub it over her pussy and ass. I took a large amount and made a puddle around her ass hole, then massaged it in with one finger. She knew what was coming. She had had anal sex only a couple of times, so she started to complain, but she was too far gone with whiskey and tied too tight to make any resistance. Master reached under her and began to massage her clit. Suddenly she did not want to resist. She humped his fingers. She began to moan. Out of the corner of one eye she thought she saw a video camera running on the dresser, but she could no longer see straight. "You want me to fuck your ass, don't you bitch!" he exclaimed. "Yes, or yes," she replied. "Beg for it, bitch," He ordered. "Please, Master, Please fuck my ass!" she heard herself yell. Slowly he lowered his huge cock toward his target. It met her sphincter, and try as she might to relax it was too big. Slowly Master pushed forward, harder, harder, splitting her tiny rectum open. Finally an inch or so was in. Master kept working it deeper and deeper. Meanwhile his hand kept massaging her clit, making her hump harder. With each stroke he went deeper and deeper. Sandy began to cry and scream. The pain and the pleasure were all running together. Her brain was lost again. Finally he was fully in with his balls slapping on her pussy. Now in and out he sawed, deep inside her bowels. Her sanity was gone. The low animal sounds began, like a cat in heat. Gutteral sounds, like a tortured predator, now low moans and growls, louder and louder, now almost howls. Master pumped harder and harder into her tiny ass, while rubbing her pussy and clit harder and harder. Sandy was exploding. Her back arched against her bonds, her mouth flew open, her eyes rolled back in her head, and an ungodly cry came from her lips as her whole body began to shake and shake as if possessed. Suddenly a hose went off in her rectum. Huge quantities of black seed flooded her entire intestine it felt like gallons spewed insider her. At the same time Master jammed several fingers deep into her pussy until it felt like his cock and fingers met. She shook and shook uncontrollably. The suddenly she fainted dead away. Slowly, slowly Sandy began to awake. It was bright outside. The sun was high. She was in her bed. What a dream. Her fantasies had gone too far that time. That was the most realistic one yet. She replayed it in her mind. What a trip. She tried to move. Every muscle exploded with pain. Her tits were swollen and bruised. There were bruises up and down her thighs. Her pussy felt swollen and bruised. And her ass felt like she had given birth. She tried to move but could hardly move. Finally she got to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Her long hair was gone, now a little less than shoulder length. Her pussy was bald. There were black and blue marks all over her tits and thighs. There was some white stuff matted in the remains of her hair, and a lot of white material caked on her thighs and ass. Around her neck was a tight leather collar fastened with a digital lock. But it wasn't until she looked at the mirror itself that the depth of this new reality struck her. There in her own bright red lipstick was written. "Tonight, bitch, you will be waiting for me in your living room, totally naked except for your collar."
Part 3 Sandy tried to pull herself together. She had been shaved and her hair partly cut. She had been raped by at least 6 men, not counting Master. She was still caked with cum and hung over from the booze and drugs. She dragged her self into the shower and began to shower. She rubbed and rubbed as if she could wash away last night. It was just as she had fantasized, but it was not supposed to come true. The bruises on her tits and thighs hurt whenever she touched them. She scrubbed and scrubbed to get the dried cum off her ass, thighs, and belly button. She must have soaped the remains of her hair a dozen times. Finally she got out and began to dry off, rubbing gingerly over the bruises. She dried her hair. She got out her scissors and tried to make her new hairdo look intentional, evening off the ends, taking a little more off the back to give a layered appearance. She put on a little make up, covering up a little of the bruises around her face. Finally she pulled on a sweat suit and slowly hobbled downstairs. Sandy started the coffee, and then looked at the clock. It was 4 in the afternoon. In just four hours Master would be back. She began to panic. In the back of her mind another question suddenly came to her. How would she explain her bald pussy and shorn locks to her husband? She went to get her cell phone from her pocket book which she realized, Master still had her wallet. She had no credit card, money, or driver's license. She tried to clear her mind. She looked in the mirror and focused on the collar. It was a digital lock with three characters. She started playing with numbers to see if she could figure out the combination, but after about 10 minutes gave up. She suddenly realized that she had not eaten anything (except cum) for nearly a day. She fixed some oatmeal and ate it. She started to reach for a banana, but the similarity to a cock stopped her. She had a glass of milk, but all she could think of was drinking a glass of cum. Then she felt the urge to use the bathroom. Both peeing and pooping turned out to be very painful. The toilet paper had little streaks of red blood where scratches from the night before were opened. She got up walking like a penguin and downed several pain killers. It was now nearly 5. She tried to eat a little more, and then fixed herself a stiff drink. The alcohol and pain killers began to take effect. She began to feel like she might live. She tried to watch a little news, but every time there was a story about a black man she was looking for Master. By seven she was as nervous as a teenager on her first date. She added more makeup and red lipstick. She put make up on some of her body bruises to cover the black and blue. By 8 she was sitting naked in her living room waiting. It was 8:15, then 8:30. Still he was not there. Suddenly the phone rang. It was him. "There is a video on top of the TV. Play it, bitch." That was all, he hung up. She found it and put it in. Suddenly, there she was dancing on stage, gyrating in front of all those drunken black men. Now her blouse was undone and her tits were flopping around, now two men were fondling her. Despite herself her pussy began to get wet, and her nipples get hard. How she was on her back on the table. You could not see that her hands were tied. One man was pumping his cock into her mouth. Soon he exploded and the cum went all over her. Now another was fucking her pussy. He pulled out and the jism shot all over her. It went on for nearly an hour with various scenes, mostly in order as she remembered them, but all edited together to show her as a total slut. She was shaking by the time it was over, and nearly at the point of another orgasm, when without even knocking He walked in. "Kneel, bitch," he ordered she did. He took out his cock and fed it to her. She slurped on it hungrily like a dog on her favorite bone. Too soon, however, he pushed her away, zipped his pants back up with that huge bulge showing, snapped the leash on her collar and led her out the door. She was naked being led up her driveway by her new black Master. At the top of the driveway was a big white Cadillac. He put her in the back seat and slid in next to her. The driver had apparently been waiting for him. Master gave him a direction, and he started the car. Master poured Sandy a drink from the bar in the back of the car. She dutifully began to drink it. It was strong, but by now she knew there was also some form of drug in it. She began to feel tingly again. Her pussy began to flow freely, and the aches and pains seemed to go away. Master produced some form of vibrator. It was round with some knobs sticking out. Where it would come in contact with a woman's clit was another part which stuck out. Suddenly she noticed that it was black and the clit portion shaped like a black panther. Master rubbed lubricant on the shaft and slowly began to work it into Sandy's pussy. It was nearly the size of his cock and stretched her sore and bruised pussy. When it was in he hit a switch. The shaft began to rotate! The knobs began to move in and out! Her pussy began to slow like a faucet. Sandy began to moan almost immediately. Every rotation the knobs hit her G-spot. As Master moved it in and out the knobs moved over every inch of her pussy. How he hit another button and it began to rotate in the opposite direction. Now back and forth, pulling her sensitized pussy back and forth. She began to moan loudly. Master produced a leather strap with a short penis shape on it. He shoved this into Sandy's mouth, buckling the strap behind her head, silencing her cries. Without warning Master hit another button and the vibrating panther came to life, right on top of her clit! The response was immediate. Within a minute she came the first time, within 10 minutes at least 5 orgasms had rippled through her body. The Cadillac pulled up outside the same store where Sandy had bought the collar the night before. The driver came around and helped Sandy out. The gag had been removed, but she could hardly walk after her intense experience. Master led her into the store. There were about 8 men standing around. Each looked over the naked woman carefully as she was led in. Master led her to a bathroom in the back and told her to clean up. She did as best she could. Then Master led her to another room. It was stark except for a TV monitor built into one wall and a bench. On the other wall was a tall mirror, running from about 3' off the floor to nearly the ceiling. Below it was a hole in the wall several inches across. Master flipped a switch and the dark room was bathed with two floodlights. He ordered Sandy to kneel facing the mirrored wall. I tied her elbows together as he had done last night, but this time with a softer red cord. Her elbows and hands were again fastened securely. This time instead of a step stool he brought out a short metal pipe with leather cuffs on the end. He fastened one cuff to each ankle forcing her legs far apart. Now he worked her forward on her knees until her mouth was right in front of the hole in the wall. He tied her hands to a ring in the leg spreader so she was effectively immobilized. Two men entered with still cameras and began to photograph her. She thought she could here the whir of a video camera in the distance. Master mover her mouth right up to the hole and suddenly a big black cock appeared through the hole. "Suck it, bitch" Master ordered, "Suck it good." Suddenly Sandy realized that the mirror was probably a one way mirror, and the person whose cock she was sucking was directly above her looking down on her as she sucked. She began to blush. Then she realized that with all the cameras the whole world could be watching. Although she did not know it at the time, in fact one of the cameras was a web cam and at that moment the image of her sucking cock was being viewed for pay in over 2000 sites world wide! Finally the first cock of the night jerked in her mouth. She tried to swallow the cum, but the guy pulled out so the jism caught her in the face and chest, running down her tits. He was no sooner done then a second appeared. This one seemed smaller. It swelled almost immediately. To her horror she realized that this person was not very old. In less then five minutes his black cum dribbled from her chin and one gob stuck in her eyebrow. A third followed, and then a forth. Somewhere in there was a white cock, the first one she had seen in two days. It felt and tasted vaguely familiar, but at this point she was so far gone she was almost mindless. She nearly lost count of all the cocks that sprayed her with cum. She knew it was at least 10, maybe 12. Finally Master took off the leg spreader and helped her to her feet. He untied her hands and helped her up. She could barely stand. He led her out into a lounge area, sat her next to a table and brought her a drink. Again it was strong and probably had some form of stimulant in it because she began to feel revived again. A man came up and started to video her. Another man began to ask her questions, her name, her age, her sexual experience. They went on to have her recount some of the things she had done in the last day or two. When they were done, Master led Sandy by the leash into another room. This one was bigger and in the middle was a gynecologist's examining table, complete with wrist cuffs and stirrups. He made her sit in it and began to strap her in. It leaned back so she was partially on her back. Her hands and arms were strapped down. One strap went directly under her tits making them stick out over it. Another went right above her tits, squeezing them between the two. Another went over her belly just above her hips. More straps went around her thighs, and then her ankles were strapped in. Bright lights were again on, and she was sure this was being filmed. A man with a large syringe approached her. He measured out an amount of a slightly yellowish liquid. He poked at her arm to find a vein. When he did he stuck the needle deeply into the vein and emptied the contents. The effect was rapid. Suddenly Sandy felt as if every nerve in her body was at attention. It started around her arm, spread to her chest, and down her body. Her pussy became as if on fire. Her tits felt like they were on fire. She began to moan. Suddenly two black women appeared wearing masks and an outfit made up of leather straps. Each produced two thick rubber bands similar to those used in castrating cows. They placed each over one of Sandy's tits. Immediately they stuck out like melons. As the blood pooled they began to turn red. Each woman now produced a thin cane. Without warning the first brought her cane down sharply across Sandy's swollen tits. She exploded in a scream that could wake the dead. The second followed with a similar struck, and the screams got even louder. They took turns working their thin whips up and down Sandy's torso, on and around her tits belly, and to just above her pelvis. Now the two women turned their attention lower. They took thin leather whips and begin to whip Sandy's splayed thighs, up and down until they were beet red. Meanwhile Sandy was now screaming continuously and her drug-sensitized and abused flesh sent incredible pain messages to her brain. In the middle of it, however, her feelings started the change. Instead of pain her mind was receiving pleasure messages. Instead of screaming she began to moan loudly. As the pain turned to pleasure her pussy began to flow with juices, dripping out of her gaping lips and dripping on the floor. The low animal noises began to come again and she began to shake. The two women grabbed short leather quirts and began to whip Sandy's pussy and clit. She began to explode with screams and growls, and shaking seizures. Again and again she stiffened and collapsed until finally with a great cry and heaving she passed out. Sandy came to in the back seat of Master's Cadillac. Master and his driver were in front talking and laughing quietly. The driver was the first to note that Sandy was awake. Master turned to her, "Good morning my little pain slut. Did you enjoy yourself?" He laughed. Soon they pulled up in front of Sandy's house. Master helped Sandy crawl out of the car and helped her down the driveway, into the house and up to her bed. He propped her face down over the end of the bed with her ass in the air. Again he lubricated her ass, and massaged her extremely sore pussy. Finally as she began to become aroused one more time, he began to fuck her ass. He took his time, slowly frigging her pussy until she came as well, before empting his entire load from that exciting evening into her bowels. He then placed her on the bed and covered her up as his black seed seeped out of her anus soaking the sheets and mattress of her matrimonial bed.
Part 4 The alarm went off, it was Monday morning. Sandy tried to open her eyes. Sunday was only a blur in her memory. She remembered waking up and realizing she was supposed to read scripture at church. She called a friend to cover for her, and said truthfully that she was not feeling well. She awoke again near evening, tried to eat something, and then took a long hot bath. She remembered she had some prescription strength pain killers from a tooth extraction, and after taking some of them she began to feel better. She fell asleep again until that alarm went off. She struggled to get out of bed. In the middle of the bed was a huge stain from the other night, but she did not have the time or energy to do anything about it. She took another pain killer and tried to do something with her hair. She used more make up than usual to try and cover the bruises as best she could. On the dining room table she found her wallet with an extra $1,000 in it, along with a brief note that just said "Your share, bitch." She tried various combinations to remove the collar from her neck before going to work. Suddenly one set of numbers worked. She realized it was her birthday. How had Master known that? All the way to work she tried to replay the weekend but a lot of it was a blur. She hurried to her desk, trying not to be seen by her colleagues too closely, and began to open her e-mail. Soon she came to one from Him. It informed her that there would be a package delivered to her office that day. She was to follow the instructions exactly. Then there was a link to a website. It was forbidden to use office computers for personal purposes but she had to see it. It was a very hard-core pay site, and there on the first page was a picture of her dancing on stage, with little black squares covering her nipples. Sandy had to see the whole site. Nervously she fumbled with her wallet, entered all the information and credit card number. Finally she entered the site. The first title she saw was "Sandy at the Glory Hole". There she was on her knees sucking a big black cock through the hole in the wall. There were several Jpg's. She went through them one at a time. Then she came to a video clip. She clicked it and waited. She could not believe it as she watched herself frantically sucking that big cock, and then the cum flew all over face, in her hair, down her tits. She was sweating now and she could feel her pussy getting wet. Suddenly a co-worker came to her door. Frantically she tried to close down her computer, but pop-ups kept appearing. She tried to talk business but she was sure her friend saw some of them. Red-faced she went back to work. Early in the afternoon a messenger delivered a package. When no one was looking she opened it. The instructions said to put on the clothes in the box and drive to a specific club at 6 PM. She would be met and given further instructions. All afternoon she snuck time with the porn site, looking at the other files of women being humiliated and screwed. After the office closed she took out the box. Inside was a small black dress. She stripped off her clothes and put on the tiny garment. The skirt was very short, barely covering the bottom of her ass. There was no back and the front was held in place by just two straps, one tied around her neck and one across the back. Also in the box was a pair of black shoes with very high heels. They strapped tightly to her feet and had little metal rings on some of the straps. There was also a sealed package with a note "'bring with you". She fumbled through her purse and found her collar. Snapping it into place she teetered down the hall to the ladies room, trying to balance on those high heels. She carefully did her make up using more lipstick than usual. Finally she was ready. She checked outside of the building, hoping nobody was around. She tried to get to her car as quickly as possible, but in that dress almost every head turned her way. Finally red faced, and getting very turned on, she made it. The drive to the address led her into a rather bad part of town. She arrived just at 6 and went into the poorly lit club. About this time she realized, this was a lesbian club. Several couples were deep in conversation, but there seemed to be several butch-looking individuals hanging around the bar. A couple wore a lot of leather and she saw handcuffs adorning at least two outfits. She found a table in the corner and tried to look invisible, but with that outfit every eye saw her enter. A waitress with many tattoos, piercings, and a shaved head took her order. She tried to cross her legs, but the skirt was so short that just exposed her ass to anyone to see. She sipped her drink rather fast in her nervousness and waited. One of the women approached her and sat down right next to her. She was a rather muscular woman, large, but not fat. Her ample tits strained against a leather halter top. Tight fitting leather pants were adorned with a studded belt and a set of handcuffs. Although she fondled Sandy a bit, and wanted to know what she was doing here, the appearance of the collar seemed to keep her from getting too serious. This was not the contact. When she admitted that a new Master had commanded her to come, the woman nodded with a little smile and eventually left. Another woman approached and again examined Sandy. This one even reached down and fingered her pussy for awhile while talking. But she also was not the contact. Sandy finished her second drink and started on a third, when suddenly a large, rather heavy, black woman entered and came directly toward her. She had on simple black stretch pants and a black sleeveless top. Her hair was cut very short and she had large gold earrings. Otherwise she wore few accessories. She sat down, looking Sandy right in the eye said, "Hello, bitch, you are mine tonight!" Sandy's heart jumped in her throat. She had never been with another woman, let alone one who looked this tough. She noticed how even the roughest looking women in the place had moved back as she entered. The woman ordered a double scotch, straight, on Sandy's tab, telling her, "Pay the man, bitch," then downed the drink while Sandy signed the slip. "Turn around!" She ordered as she picked up the sealed package Sandy had brought with her. Out of it she took a long leather garment, a form of bondage sleeve. "Stand up, bitch!" She ordered, and as Sandy faced the entire bar she forced her arms far behind her. The sleeve went over both her arms, fastening them together from shoulder to palms. There was a single mittened end which made her hands useless, with a big ring through the tip. Straps went around her shoulders assuring the device could not slip. Then straps every few inches up the sleeve were tightened one at a time then retightened until Sandy's arms were imprisoned behind her, totally useless. The force on her arms forced her tits forward, and the nipples were now jutting straight out through the thin material of the little dress. Finally the woman got up, snapped a leash to Sandy's collar and began to lead her out of the bar. "See her tonight, at Woman's Night," she proclaimed to the whole bar as she lead the now slightly drunk victim out the door. The woman shoved her into the passenger seat of Sandy's car, carefully locking the seat belt around her bound victim, then jumped in and drove off, rather faster than Sandy would have liked. They drove across town, back to the adult shop Master had taken her to the day before. She had not noticed before that next to the sex shop was a second establishment that looked more like a club. Now over the door was a sign "Ladies Night, Men Admitted after 10." Her new Mistress helped her out of the car and propelled her toward to door. Inside there were already a few women, mostly couples with one member obviously butch and the other femme. Some of the submissive ones were in bondage attire. Sandy was propelled across the main floor to a low stage. In the middle were some chains hanging from the ceiling and some hooks and chains in the floor. Mistress forced Sandy's legs far apart with a series o kicks to her calves. Then she clicked the chains to the rings on her shoes, forcing her legs far apart. Balancing on her high heels in this position was very difficult, and Sandy could already feel her ankles shaking. It got much worse when Mistress clicked one of the hanging chains to the ring on the mittened end of her bondage sleeve and began to pull it tight. Up, up her hands were forced. As the strain on her shoulders increased she bent further and further forward until her upper body was almost horizontal. She tried to even her weight between her legs and her shoulders, but her ankles were shaking more and more, trying to balance on those tiny high heels. Now, her hands high over her head, she was partially hanging by her arms, her shoulders aching almost immediately, her legs shaking with the effort to balance. Mistress walked around in front of her, grabbed a handful of her hair and forced her face up, laughing as she did so. She tied a leather thong into Sandy's red hair and attached it to another overhead chain, holding her head up and face forward. "Smile for the camera, sweetie," the big woman laughed, smacking Sandy's cheeks as she did so. Sandy realized that several cameras, probably tied to that site on the internet, were following her every motion. Suddenly she realized that her image was going out to probably 1000's of viewers worldwide. She was now an internet porn slut. The women in the club now began to take turns inspecting the helpless victim. They fondled Sandy's cunt which was peaking out from the short skirt, rubbed her thighs, squeezed her breasts. One or two even leaned down and French kissed her. Her outraged shoulders and legs were screaming for relief. The pain was getting too much to bear. More patrons began to come forward to fondle and inspect her as Sandy hung there helplessly. Some took delight in fingering her pussy, while others preferred to squeeze and twist her tits. Suddenly Mistress returned with two gorgeous young black girls. There were striking in leather strap outfits that left there perky breasts bare, and there shaved pussies outlined by two straps on either side. In these matching attires they looked like twins. Both were rather slim, about 5'5" tall, with narrow hips. There hair was cut short and their muscular butts wiggled as they approached balancing on very high heeled shoes. The two of them began to systematically fondle Sandy's pussy and breasts. The two straps holding the top of the dress were untied and it fell away revealing her ample breasts hanging down. Leather straps were placed around the base of her breasts and tightened making them swell like large balloons. These were fastened to two chains from the floor, even further restricting her range of motion. Some nipple clamps with weights were hung from her tits, further stretching the nipples downward. In contrast to the perky, small breasts of the black twins, Sandy's 34D's now looked like udders. The pain began to convert to pleasure. As the endorphins saturated her brain, Sandy began to feel that wave of pleasure replace the sharp prickles of pain. She could not see behind her, but the two young girls moved one to either side. Her short skirt was folded over her back exposing her white ass for all to see. A minute or two passed. Sweat was now pouring off her face and dripping down her breasts and thighs. Her pussy was beginning to open and overflow with secretions as the intense pain turned to passion and pleasure. Suddenly her entire ass exploded in pain, and she was thrown forward, almost totally hanging from her hair and arms. The twin girls had hit her with long wooden paddles, the kind used in fraternity initiations. SMACK, a second two blows landed, and SMACK a third. Sandy was screaming now through her dry throat, but her cries were of both pain and pleasure. Again, and again the paddles descended. Now Sandy was moaning, she felt to wave of passion begin in her belly and slowly spread as the paddles came down again and again, now in a measured pace with her mounting passion. Her pussy began to flower, and quiver, she began to moan uncontrollable, and her body began to shake all over, as that animal passion took over her entire being. All that came out of her mouth were moans and incoherent cries as her whole body stiffened and shook. SMACK, SMACK, two more huge impacts and she was over the edge, shaking crying, they going almost limp in her bonds, hanging from her arms. Sandy hung there, slowly recovering, not knowing what was to come next. There was a sort of drum role from the music system and she realized that Mistress was entering the stage. She could not see behind her, but she felt some one pouring an oily substance over her ass and down her pussy. Fingers full of it were slid into her pussy until it glistened with lubricant. Now as the music picked up she felt one finger, wearing a latex glove, enter her pussy. It worked around and around, touching her g-spot and making her gasp. Now a second finger entered, and the two of them began to move as if playing a tune on the inside of her cunt. Now a third finger, her pussy was being stretched to its maximum. The music and the speed of the fingers increased. Sandy was panting now. The stretching of her pussy was beginning to get painful, but in her endorphin saturated brain pain and pleasure all ran together. Now a forth latex-covered finger entered, physically stretching the walls of her vagina beyond there normal limits. Sandy began to sob, a series of "No, please, don't, no, it hurts, ooowwww," came from her parched throat. She desperately tried to relax all her cunt muscles to let the tissues stretch, but it felt like something would tear. Mistress slowed the progress, slowly letting Sandy's tissues stretch as if giving birth. Now as the music came to a loud climax Mistress placed the tip of her thumb into her victims stretched and gapping pussy. Slowly but firmly she pushed forward. Sandy began to scream with pain as her cunt was stretched wide. She screamed loudly one last time, and then with a pop the entire mass of Mistresses fist disappeared inside the poor girl's deformed pussy. Applause erupted from the audience as the saw Sandy fisted for the first time. But even if the stretching was over the fisting was not. Mistress began to work her hand back and forth inside Sandy's cunt, rolling it around and around. With the other hand she began to massage Sandy's clit. The tortured red head began to moan with passion as she felt the fires again rise from her clit and deformed vagina. Faster and faster Mistress twirled her clit. Sandy began to buck and snort against the invading fist, moans and cries began to come from her as she felt the wave of passion rise higher and higher. She began to shake and her mouth gaped open is a long silent scream with only a growl coming from her tightened throat. Then, just as her orgasm took over her whole being, a blood curdling scream came from her lips. Suddenly, Mistress had made a fist inside her vagina. All the surrounding muscles erupted in a huge cramped compression, trying to expel the foreign object. The scream rose to incredible volume, as the applause and shouts of approval from the audience rose to a crescendo. Finally it was too much for the tortured redhead's brain, as she collapsed totally unconscious, hanging limply by her arms and hair. Her mouth gaped open silently spasming, her eyes were open but sightless. As silence filled the room only the faint irregular gasps from her tortured lungs could be heard. Then a distinct slurping "PLOP" as Mistresses gloved hand popped out of its victims distorted cunt. The room erupted with cheers, applause, and cat calls, as the appreciative patrons howled there approval. All around the world, a couple of thousand dicks finished empting their last drop into tissues, and another thousand women sank back in their chairs in satisfied exhaustion. Slowly, Mistress and the twins lowered Sandy's limp form to the floor. She lay there nearly unconscious, still shaking from the extremes of her passion. They rolled her onto her back, leaving the bondage sleeve in place, and began to attach leather straps around her ankles, knees, thighs, waist, above and below her breasts. The clamps and were removed from her nipples, but the straps around them remained, keeping her ample breasts hard. Chains from the ceiling were attached to the various straps and slowly tightened. Slowly, slowly Sandy was lifted off the floor by these straps until she was about two feet off the floor. Nearly unconscious, her head fell backward, her mouth flopping open. The chains were attached to the ceiling in such a way that her legs were splayed wide apart. Mistress came forward with a syringe filled with a yellow liquid. She injected it high in Sandy's thigh. Consciousness began to return. The stimulant began to course through her body, her eyes opened but still unfocussed. One of the twins kneeled between Sandy's legs and began to run her tongue up and over her thighs, closer and closer to her wide open pussy and clit. As she began to tickle Sandy's clit with her tongue, a low moan came from the hanging girl's parched lips. Waves of passion began to build and waft over her body. Suddenly she realized the Mistress was standing right over her head. Her stretch pants were gone now, and her rather fat labia and large clit were right in front of Sandy's eyes. She grabbed Sandy's head, forcing her lips and tongue against Mistress's pussy. "Suck it, bitch, now or you will wish you were dead!" Mistress sneered at the helpless redhead, hanging in her bonds. As Mistresses muff blocked off Sandy's nose and mouth she desperately began to lick and suck in order to breath. The more she sucked the more allowance for breathing was made, and Mistress backed up a little, allowing Sandy's tongue to play over her large labia and clit. Meanwhile on the other end one of the twins was doing to same to Sandy. Her pussy was overflowing with juices and the teenagers tongue wound its way over and around her pussy, flicked her clit, gently bit and pummeled Sandy's clit with her tongue. Sandy had never done anything like this, so she tried to follow the teenager's lead and duplicate what she was doing on Mistress's ample cunt. Both seemed to work. Mistress began to breath deeper, grabbing Sandy's head firmly, and forcing her back and forth across the large pussy. Meanwhile Sandy could feel the passion rising again in her own belly. The stimulant-aided passion built and built until she could hardly stand it. Sandy began to feel her pussy spasm, as she felt Mistress also begin to shake. Fluid began to pour out of the Mistress's pussy in her mouth. She could not tell weather it was just ample secretions or piss but she tried to lap it all up anyway. They both shook with the waves of orgasm passing over them, then Mistress pulled back, slapped Sandy several times, saying "Good slave, for your first time, very good, but you do need more practice." She motioned to the audience which had now grown to some ten's of women. Several couples approached the stage. One butch member straddled Sandy's face, now covered with Mistress's cunt juices, while her femme partner began to lick Sandy's pussy. Again, Sandy tried to duplicate what was being done to her own pussy, learning new tongue tricks with every one. Several pairs followed in rapid succession, with each one teaching Sandy new tricks. Finally the volunteers were done, and Sandy hung limply in her harness of straps. Her face was covered with the secretions of nearly a dozen pussies. It dripped down into her nose making her snort to clear an air way, the taste of pussy lingering on her lips. Her now shorter red hair was matted and tangled with cunt juices, for at least two doms had delighted in wiping themselves with it as if it were a towel. Some of them had been cleaned and perfumed, but one or two smelled like that had not bathed recently. They all ran together in Sandy's brain. On the other end, her pussy was covered with a mixture of her cum and saliva from a dozen mouths, some of it dripping to the floor and forming a little puddle. Slowly Sandy's limp form was lowered to the floor, and most of the straps slowly removed. The blood flowing back into her tits as the bands were removed began to revive her. Mistress aided the process by bring forth two more syringes. One she injected to the base of one breast, the other into the second. Again a wave of consciousness began to flow over her as she slowly revived. She had no idea of the time, but someone said it was 9:30 and the men would be here soon. The twins helped Sandy to her feet. She could barely stand on her spiked high heels but her balance slowly returned as the stimulants coursed through her brain. The stood her in the middle of the stage and attached one chain to her collar. When pulled tight it forced her to stand straight upright or strangle. Her arms were still in the leather sleeve, but her feet were left free for the moment. A machine was brought forward that had and instrument projecting above it that looked like a large cock. The machine was placed between Sandy's legs and the cock guided into her dripping slit. As the camber and motor were adjusted the cock began to rise and fall in Sandy's cunt. Her slit was so wet by now that it slipped easily in and out making a slight slurpy sound over the whine of the motor. The speed and depth were set so that Sandy could not climax, but just kept on the edge. Music started and several couples danced to slow numbers as Sandy stood spread over the contraption on the well-lighted stage, slowly being machine fucked. At exactly 10, the machine was stopped and Sandy's neck unfastened. She was now led by the twins off the stage, and through a door to the sex shop next door. They took her into a well lighted room, similar to the one she had been in the past weekend. This time she was forced face forward against a wall, her face and tits smashed against a mirror that she knew was one-way glass. Her pussy, still dripping from her extensive fucking and sucking, was positioned right over a large hole in the wall. Straps attached to the wall were passed around her ankles, knees, thighs and waist, holding her immobile against the glory hole. Her upper torso was left free, except for the bondage sleeve, so she could wiggle back and forth against the mirror. She felt the presence of the first man. His cock pierced through the hole and into her well oiled cunt. Back and forth he pistonned for what seemed like a short time before his cock erupted, spewing a load of cum deep into her pussy. He pulled out, and is secretions began to drip down Sandy's leg. Almost immediately the first was replaced by a second. This one seemed to be more deliberate, speeding up and slowing down to extend the experience. Sandy almost came with that one, but then he two emptied his load into her dripping pussy, leaving her on the edge of passion. The third was a slight shock, for it seemed very inexperienced. It was very hard very quickly, but moved nervously, as if this was a new experience. Very quickly this cock came, shooting its load all over her shaved pussy. Others followed, Sandy began to loose track of how many. Then a new sensation began. The cock entering her was huge. She gasped as she felt her pussy expand, wider and wider, deeper and deeper. Even after her early stretching, this one began to turn her on. She felt the passion inside her rise immediately. She gasped and moaned as this huge cock manipulated her pussy, expertly raising her passions, then lowering them. Her stimulant laced brain began to explode. Flashes of light seared across her brain. Her pussy began to spasm uncontrollable. She heard herself moan, and then those animal sounds issued force, like a cat in heat. Harder and harder she now tried to ride onto that huge cock filling her, driving her crazy. She came incredibly hard, her pussy spasming against the huge invader, squirting out the previous cum. Then it was gone, without depositing its load inside her. She was confused, almost delirious. One more cock entered her. After the stretching by the last it hardly touched the walls of her cunt. She could tell the owner was helping with his hand. His secretion came quite quickly, without much force and low in quantity. Then it was done. In the back of her mind, somewhere, spinning through the drugged synapses, a realization slowly dawned on her nearly unconscious mind. The huge cock felt like Master, and the last like her husband. The twins released her and led her out, back to the stage where she was paraded one more time. One or two men wanted to feel her badly used cunt. Then she was led off the stage. The leather bondage sleeve was slowly removed. Her arms fell limp at her side with no feeling in them. She realized that the remains of the little black dress were still around her waist like a belt. One of the twins pulled the top up and retied it. Slowly they lead the almost comatose woman out to her car. It was obvious she could not drive, so one of the twins drove for her while the second followed in a second car. Once at her house they led her inside, took her rather tenderly upstairs, and put her to bed. She fell immediately into a deep sleep.
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.
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