Sharon had been monitoring helen's email and all of the possible ways the outside world would try to contact her, once they realized she was missing. First it was the idiot husband, who was no problem at all. In fact, he just went ahead and divorced her 'nolo contendere'. I thought that was rather rude but its her husband, or at least, it was. Sharon was humming to herself as she started pouring over the emails and attempts from her brother, Rob.
Now he was beginning to be troublesome. Sharon traced his IP, hiring the same discrete detective to learn everything she could about Rob, which was quite substantial. She knew his patterns, where he worked and lived, when he went to and from the health club, any girls he was seeing etc.
Hmmm, thought Sharon. I think we need to teach Rob a lesson, maybe even let him see his sister. That would be a special treat and having him here might provide some needed entertainment. The pictures that she got from the detective shows a tall, slender but in shape brother, some of them in a quite an intimate nature with two particular women. The thing that caught Sharon's attention were two things. (1) the women always seemed to be on the dominant top position with Rob and (2) Rob seemed to favor pleasing them orally.
(12/19/12)
Sharon studied the 30 or so pictures with Rob and the women he was intimate with. Not one had Rob on top, which painted a very distinct picture of him. He lets women control him, was the answer. That worked out, because Sharon as all woman and loves control.
The next phase was to slowly drive her Escalade suv with privacy glass which gave her all the time she wanted. Sharon dressed in black leather skirt, black stockings, black coat and ultra soft black gloves, so she was nearly invisible to anyone trying to look in the window.
She observed Rob walking down the busy street in Chicago unaware that someone was watching his every movement. Stalking you say? Well, maybe. Never did Rob have a companion with him as he made the 6 block walk from his work to the "L". Would anyone notice if one night soon he never made it to his destination? I am sure he misses his sister Helen, and it would be a shame to not have them together.
(12/30/12)
Have you ever wondering if someone was watching your every move, even writing down the schedule you didn't even know you had. Maybe She might be writing down the place and time when you are most vulnerable and just thinking to Herself how easy this was going to be. You are unaware of what is going on in that world just outside your own private thoughts that will soon invade and capture your attention. I mean who would notice a black Escalade SUV moving down the street, almost every night as you left your office. Or maybe it would just be parked nearby and a woman dressed in black leather be watching your every stride, bringing Her plan to a firm project. That project would be to capture you and take you out of society for good. Sounds sinister, doesn't it?
(1/25/13)
Have you thought about the kidnappings going on in the country? Of course, how could the number of them be counted accurately if they just disappear like they never existed in the first place. I suggest to you, this happens more than you might know. Look at this poor man, being stalked by a black SUV, where a woman dressed in black leather is waiting for the right moment. Another question is: Do you think its a woman dominated plan to rid the world of men that make mistakes with women? What better way to fix some of the wrong in the world than capturing and erasing men that were in some way a problem to women world wide. They are taken and sent to a behavior modification farm. Stripped of everything they took comfort in to learn from a position of having absolutely nothing, but the ability to please their captors (women).
I can see population centers around the country housing men that need to learn better ways. Locked 24 hours.... leg shackles dragged along, every uniform the same.... no hierarchy here, except for the women that control their actions and duties. Each man fitted with a electronic collar for neck and scrotum that can be 'stimulated' whenever it needed to be.Effectively bringing their behavior in line with expectations. Living in fear, day in ... day out. I think this is a distinct possibility. Don't doubt that these pens for men aren't being built now.....
(2/11/13)
A very successful executive was walking to the pub as was his habit every Friday evening. His work was done for the week and his attitude has lately been much more demeaning toward women who work in his organization. Of course his attitude has been noted and reported on. He crossed over the line, making unwanted advances on one of his co-workers on 3 separate occasions this past month. Formerly this would have been reported to HR, but since the first episode went by without any response, he got more aggressive (as men are prone to be) and the last issue, the final straw.... was when he pushed her up against the wall in a back room and openly fondled her. It lasted only a few minutes, but immediately thereafter she found time to call the hotline and set plans in motion. One less predatory male......
This Friday he didn't even notice the SUV that had been trailing him. That is, not until the side door slid open just in front of him and he was shoved into the back seat. Before he knew it, he was injected in his thigh muscle and the lights dimmed quickly in his mind and went out as if he fell into a black pit.
The SUV then pulled away from the dark street corner and rounded the corner. Soft feminine fingers fished out his wallet, extracting $243 and 7 credit cards. Handing the credit cards over to the man in the front seat, saying "put these with the rest" Her European accent is now nearly gone after 6 years in the states, but still she is an exotic beauty who knows what she wants and her organization is wide spread. Off the SUV went into the night and his life... well, let's just say, it has taken a turn when he least expected it to. His wrists where bound behind his back where he could do no more groping. Leg spreader was put on his ankles to keep him from moving too quickly or in the wrong direction. Laughter filled the SUV as another conquest has been secured. Her leather gloved hand moved between his thighs, rubbing him in a way that would be called sexual harassment in any other setting. She was pleased that his cock responded in his drugged state and his hips moved to her hand.
(3/14/13)
A long ride and several induced orgasms, with the man being fed his own cum resulted in getting to the dirt road and its bumps for the last few miles to "the farm" run entirely by women all of whom have been somehow degraded by men of power. Well the men thought they had power until they got here. Women hold the extreme power over them, as it has been since their birth. Men here can make adequate pets and servants, but only after extensive training and modification. Its a new world out here, and men need to find their rightful place in it.
The man was led out and stripped of whatever clothing they had left. Now as he looked around, he saw many naked men in shackles. It was apparent this was to strip men of their dressings. Stripping them down to the bareness of submission to women. Even the most discerning person could not tell the mail clerk from the CEO, now. His arms were secured behind his back and his legs were in shackles preventing him from doing anything else but shuffle along like all the others. The only people that have freedom here are the women. Those are the ones with the whips carried either on their leather belt or in their hands. The men don't dare look at the women in the eyes for fear of the taste of the whip on their backside. The new man felt the sharp sting of the double tail whip on his ass as his breath was pulled sharply in, midst the female laughter all around.
(3/21/13)
The man was lead over to the middle of the courtyard near the apparatus designed to conduct public humiliation. The women handlers didn't care one way or another, but the men ended up quite humiliated much of the time. The new man was spread eagled and ankles clipped to the rings designed for that. His hands were tied together and hoisted high above his head, almost too much for him to be able to stand on his feet. He showed fright on his face as a crop was lifting his flaccid member with the end of the crop. Everyone was watching this familiar ritual now, as he was displayed for everyone to see.
One of the women was cupping his member in her hand, judging it as if he were cattle at an auction. Deftly before he knew what was going on, she put a steel cage around it and locked it up. She clipped the single key on a large key ring with at least 25 others. There was a number on the key, which is what he will be known as after this. His mind kept going back to his former life and the number of women he had abused either sexually or mentally. He realized that any erection he gets will give him pain, much to the delight of his captors.
"I now present to you 14256" was all anyone heard and everyone laughed and had a smile on their face as they paraded around him. The women slid their bodies against him, causing him to get aroused and hurt himself on the cage. This went on for an hour, then he was left standing there so everyone could see what the former executive was reduced to. Of course, the president of a competing firm had suffered the same fate two weeks earlier.
(12/29/13)
After he was finally let down and lead to his new home, a 9x9 foot jail cell with a thin mattress on the floor and a can for him to use for excrement. That night a small meal, laced with estrogen hormones was slid under the door and he was so hungry he devoured it without once thinking about what he ate. Finally after such a taxing day, he curled up on the mattress, sliding the thin covering over him and slept as much as possible (which was not much).
The former executive must have slept some, as in place of the a nice breakfast waiting for him, there sat some frilly panties and a lacy top. These barely concealed anything, but it was all he had to cover him. He snugged up the panties, concealing his new device that controlled his erection and slid the top over his head. If he had a mirror he would have checked himself out to see what he looked like. His breakfast was slid under the door as soon as he put on the clothes. Little did he realize, this was the start of conditioning. He dresses pretty = he gets fed.
He got a small cup of coffee and half a English Muffin with a very small portion of butter. He knelt down, keeping both knees tight together and daintily ate the breakfast. He was being observed as he would be from the first day forward.
(12/30/13)
He was chilly, so he put on the only clothes there were. Panties, and a lacy top. Surprisingly, it didn't feel that bad to him. But his feet were cold on the concrete floor, so as if they read his mind a pair of 5" heels with locks on them so they wouldn't slip off were slid into his cage. He put them on and waited, and waited. Finally sensing he would be there a long long time, he locked the pretty little locks and the door opened as if by magic.
Appeared a beefy looking woman guard, who took him by the wrist leading him out of the cage. He struggled to walk on the heels, but somehow got the hang of it as he was lead into a medical room. There he was spread eagle face down on a leather table. He liked the smell of leather. He was inhaling the scent of leather and something else he couldn't quite place. His wrists and ankles were bound down tightly with no chance for escape. He was then pushed and prodded and given a thorough inspection. This included a forceful anal exam that was the most uncomfortable part for him. He was given a full syringe of antibiotics as was explained to him. He might have carried in some male viruses and these needed to be eliminated. Little did he know, what he got was 90% estrogen and some antibiotics just in case.
While he was struggling against the bonds, his entire back side was lathered up and shaved bare and his head. He was forcefully turned around and tied down on his back, and the rest of his body hair was removed. Thankfully his new clothes were returned to him, panties and top. There was an erotic feeling as the pretty clothes were slid onto his bare body.
A collar was fastened around his neck and locked into place. It had his number in the center of the front of the collar, followed by the name 'paula' He was then led into the courtyard, where he was passed around like a piece of meat. He was subjected to lewd and vulgar comments by the guards and inmates alike. He liked the attention, and got a little stiff by the touching and rubbing. Not as stiff as he normally would get, which he thought was due to the rough treatment he got.
Somehow, in his mind, he was thinking he was the most attractive one there. With that thought in his head, he actually did a little strutting around the yard. He loved the attention he got and smiled nicely at the others.
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13.9.13
Un-Halloween party
Invitations were sent all over the exclusive gated community that Tabitha and her friend Samantha were going to be holding a Un-Halloween party. Having it happen on the opening of fishing in the lakes area of Minnesota only made the timing great for the women. "Every one needed to wear what they wore last year for Halloween. Movies and popcorn will be provided."
Cassie looked at the invitation and was immediately interested. Those two threw the best parties of anyone in the community. She immediately called up several of the other ladies and they all thought that was a great idea. Besides most of the guys will be off fishing or whatever else they do. Leave it to Tabitha and Samantha to fill the gap.
Tabitha and Samantha were re-inventing their costumes from Halloween. That of being Star Wars Storm Troopers. They would be the perfect cover for what Tabitha had in mind for her neighbors. She had hired a male friend to create two films, on an endless loop. Some present footage and some specially created. Tabitha reviewed them and was very much impressed on the seamless transition from regular film to what was special about it.
Immediately after their plan was hatched the two women that lived in Tabitha's house went up to the bedroom and had amazingly hot sex. Not a person in the community had any idea of their sexual orientation and they kept it like that. Samantha was an expert with her strapon and Tabitha was writhing in ecstasy at the beautifully dark Samantha was ramming her pussy with vigor. There was nothing like a beautiful woman using her cock to both of ours advantage. Tabitha was just gazing at Samantha's "B" tits with the ultra dark and big thick nipples. She was enjoying ... well more like a craving time with her lover. Yeah, this was going to be some party!!!!
(8/14/13)
There was a lot of excitement in the community as lots of women shared with Tabitha about the party and how anxious they were. Their excitement gave Tabitha a little surge down where it does the most good. They always asked about Samantha as she was mostly a home body. But a delicious home body she is. Tabitha was talking with Joyce, or rather listening to her rattle on about the party and what a fabulous idea it was. Tabitha was thinking about Samantha's gorgeous skin, bronze tinted as a memory of her mother's vacation down there about 22 years ago. Tabitha was more like a blonde, short haired feline that was so sensual and mysterious that people just feel good being close to her.Tabitha touched Joyce's arm as Joyce went on about her costume and the wonderful party, thankful that her spouse would be off somewhere else.
Sandy stopped Tabitha at the store and was just jittery she was so excited about the party. She was jumping up and down on her toes as she babbled on and on with Tabitha about it. Tabitha smiled, loving her passion and watching her breasts bouncing. Tabitha could see the outline of her hard nipples as she moved and talked with her.
Tabitha stopped to put in her order at the liquor store and have it delivered. Then the caterers to have a spread by the pool, before the festivities begin. Its good to get the guests, so far 16 wives and 4 husbands, primed and ready for some partying. Tabitha was thinking how great it will be to get this conservative community to loosen up a bit, and the party was just the vehicle to get that moving.
(8/16/13)
Friday night before the fishing opener came faster than anyone expected. All over the community the wives were kissing their husbands and ushering them off for the weekend. Many couldn't wait to see them leave, so they could attend Tabitha's party the next night, Saturday. The chorus of "have fun, dear" was heard all over the community and the husbands migrating out to their favorite fishing lodges. Joyce was busy with her Cinderella costume, with the low cut top and short skirt. Joyce wanted to make it a little risque and succeeded. Sandy was working on her naughty nurse outfit and looked just too hot in it. And on and on it went, throughout the community.
Tabitha and Samantha (Tab and Sam) were reading their alterations to their StormTrooper costumes, although they got plenty of attention wearing them like they did last Halloween.
Cassie looked at the invitation and was immediately interested. Those two threw the best parties of anyone in the community. She immediately called up several of the other ladies and they all thought that was a great idea. Besides most of the guys will be off fishing or whatever else they do. Leave it to Tabitha and Samantha to fill the gap.
Tabitha and Samantha were re-inventing their costumes from Halloween. That of being Star Wars Storm Troopers. They would be the perfect cover for what Tabitha had in mind for her neighbors. She had hired a male friend to create two films, on an endless loop. Some present footage and some specially created. Tabitha reviewed them and was very much impressed on the seamless transition from regular film to what was special about it.
Immediately after their plan was hatched the two women that lived in Tabitha's house went up to the bedroom and had amazingly hot sex. Not a person in the community had any idea of their sexual orientation and they kept it like that. Samantha was an expert with her strapon and Tabitha was writhing in ecstasy at the beautifully dark Samantha was ramming her pussy with vigor. There was nothing like a beautiful woman using her cock to both of ours advantage. Tabitha was just gazing at Samantha's "B" tits with the ultra dark and big thick nipples. She was enjoying ... well more like a craving time with her lover. Yeah, this was going to be some party!!!!
(8/14/13)
There was a lot of excitement in the community as lots of women shared with Tabitha about the party and how anxious they were. Their excitement gave Tabitha a little surge down where it does the most good. They always asked about Samantha as she was mostly a home body. But a delicious home body she is. Tabitha was talking with Joyce, or rather listening to her rattle on about the party and what a fabulous idea it was. Tabitha was thinking about Samantha's gorgeous skin, bronze tinted as a memory of her mother's vacation down there about 22 years ago. Tabitha was more like a blonde, short haired feline that was so sensual and mysterious that people just feel good being close to her.Tabitha touched Joyce's arm as Joyce went on about her costume and the wonderful party, thankful that her spouse would be off somewhere else.
Sandy stopped Tabitha at the store and was just jittery she was so excited about the party. She was jumping up and down on her toes as she babbled on and on with Tabitha about it. Tabitha smiled, loving her passion and watching her breasts bouncing. Tabitha could see the outline of her hard nipples as she moved and talked with her.
Tabitha stopped to put in her order at the liquor store and have it delivered. Then the caterers to have a spread by the pool, before the festivities begin. Its good to get the guests, so far 16 wives and 4 husbands, primed and ready for some partying. Tabitha was thinking how great it will be to get this conservative community to loosen up a bit, and the party was just the vehicle to get that moving.
(8/16/13)
Friday night before the fishing opener came faster than anyone expected. All over the community the wives were kissing their husbands and ushering them off for the weekend. Many couldn't wait to see them leave, so they could attend Tabitha's party the next night, Saturday. The chorus of "have fun, dear" was heard all over the community and the husbands migrating out to their favorite fishing lodges. Joyce was busy with her Cinderella costume, with the low cut top and short skirt. Joyce wanted to make it a little risque and succeeded. Sandy was working on her naughty nurse outfit and looked just too hot in it. And on and on it went, throughout the community.
Tabitha and Samantha (Tab and Sam) were reading their alterations to their StormTrooper costumes, although they got plenty of attention wearing them like they did last Halloween.
The alterations had the ability to steam Oxygen into their mouths. The other, more subtle, changes were being made to the house. The upstairs TV room, holding just enough for the husbands and the downstairs home theater, holding enough for all the wives. Each room was retrofitted with its own circulation system and closed circuit video feeds to control what each group (men or women) saw. There were also surveillance cameras installed strategically to record everything for later enjoyment.
(8/19/13)
The next day, Saturday, the day of the party was a hubbub of activity around the community. Few men were around but there were groups of women jogging, including Tab and Sam. Lots of groups of women doing their laps and gossiping about the party that night. Everyone seemed so friendly due to the upcoming party. Tabitha caught Samantha's grin and smiled back at her. Sam was definitely excited about the party. After the run, Tab & Sam found themselves in their large shower enjoying each other and thoughts about the excited women they saw. Sam was kneeling and eating Tab as the hot water poured down both of their fit and trim bodies.
When the party time approached the community streets were littered with costumed women and a few men. It looked like casting night on a movie set. Each was greeted at the door and ushered through to the pool area where Sam was mixing drinks and offering witty comments. The noise gradually increased as more people showed up. Everyone was raving about the food and liberal amount of fine wine. Tab looked like a politician going from lady to lady, whispering naughty things in their ears and sharing some loud laughter. Tab counted all 12 women guests and the 4 men. Everyone was accounted for.... everyone was having fun.... the wine was flowing... the food so good.... Tab and Sam were checking out the bodies of the women with great practice. The time was approaching when the girls would gather off and the guys would too. The women downstairs and the men upstairs. Yes, everything was going according to plan.
(8/21/13)
Tab went around to each of the men (there were only 4) and told them their special movie was going to start soon and to join her in the tv room upstairs in 10 minutes. Each of the men watched Tab's ass as she moved through the crowd culling the men from the women. One by one they followed Tab to the tv room. There were two loveseats, so two of the men sat in each one. Tab made sure they had plenty to drink and showed them the bar on the side of the room. As the movie started, which was a combination of football and cheerleaders, at least to start. The cheerleaders appeared on the big screen and as their attention was on the well endowed cheerleaders with the announcers softly introducing the teams and how important it was to watch. The guys eyes were glued to the TV as Tab slipped out.
Observing the guys from her monitoring location at the back of the house Tab noticed the conversation came to a halt as they sat looking. Unknown to the men was subliminal messages being flashed on the screen too quickly to see, even if they hadn't been half drunk, but perfectly timed to enter their sub-conscious minds. The men sat there, their mouths gaping as the cheerleaders shook and swayed, bounced and shook their asses. A strip tease couldn't be more erotic for the men and they let out a collective groan as the screen flashed to the game.Two of the men had to take their hand out of their lap when the game came on.
They didn't even notice that a panel had electronically slid across the door. This meant there was no exit to be had until Tab released them from the room. Tab then released the hypno-gas from the chambers placed in the ventilation for the room. It was a slow release and would gradually take hold on them. It had the fascinating quality of dulling their cognitive mind but enhancing their senses. They got really excited and voiced their approval to no one in particular as the cheerleaders reappeared. Their costumes appeared skimpier and more daring to a background of light concentric circles, rotating slowly as they danced and strutted. All four of the men just sat there staring, three of them rubbing their crotches as the girls ran their hands over their large breasts and down their bodies.
Satisfied with the results and knowing the men would be there for hours, stimulated and horny, Tab went out the pool and suggested that they should all go and watch the movie in the newly installed movie room downstairs. There was a giddy feeling among the women and a sense of anticipation as the two "storm troopers" escorted them downstairs. After they were safely seated and the door sealed them in, the hypno gas was let out from around the room, while Tab and Sam breathed oxygen in their masks. The girls eyes were glued to the screen as Chippendale styled dancers filled the screen. The sounds of oohing and aahing filled the room as the girls settled back to watch, squirming as the dancers got more and more explicit in their sensual movements.
The women sat and stared as the gas took effect and the overtly sexual antics on the screen was totally hot. One of the dancers was morphed through creative software into the naughty nurse that Sandy's costume suggested. There were soft moans as the 'naughty nurse' was rubbing her body against one of the better dances, She teased his nipples with her fingernails and he let out a girlish whimper. All the women looked at the 'naughty nurse' relating to Sandy's costume as her fingers slid down over his bulge, caressing. "OMG OMG", was heard from several of the observers... "I want some of that", came from Sandy herself as she stood up and danced suggestively in from of the other ladies.
Two of the other women joined Sandy, rubbing suggestively against her as their hands were busy with her breasts. One of the women was smacking her ass, as Sandy bent over while the other unbuttoned her uniform and removed it. Sandy was in demi bra, white panties and thigh high stockings as everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed at her sexy movements. Joyce came up to Sandy and gave her a deep kiss as Sandy moaned in her mouth. The sight of the neighborhood women removing their outfits and pressing together was something right out of the porn houses. Sherry was kneeling and kissing Sandy's panties as Sandy pressed against her mouth. Fingers clawed at the panties, digging into Sandy's firm bottom as Sherry could see what she wanted so badly.
Sherry is so conservative, but was showing how very un-conservative she is now. She is devouring the pretty pussy of Sandy licking for all she is worth. Lillian's Little Bo Peep was askew, the panties discarded as Cheryl was pushing her tongue in the tight little ass of Lillian. Lillian was squealing like a piggie as she climaxed with Cheryl's tongue in her bottom. Tina's mouth was sucking on Sandy's nipple as Sandy climaxed all over Sherry's face, which only encouraged Sherry to have more of Sandy.
12.8.13
Slave auction
In retrospect I find it kind of funny, talking with my three girlfriends about the charity auction. I mentioned it and posed the question whether we should go and perhaps invite Helen to join us. Helen is the really naive one and up for anything, so its perfect. After all, its for charity and I am sure she is charitable to a severe degree said the leader of the group, Sharon. We can convince her husband, that deadbeat golf pro, that we have some girl time together planned. I mean, what husband would not allow his wife for some of that time. He would be a fool to deny her.... anything.
The very next Friday night, Sharon invited the other two women to a kind of dark out of the way bar so plans could be made. Well, actually, Sharon had already made the plans and just needed to inform us in her own persuasive way. Sharon had us all convinced that Helen would be perfect for the auction. "imagine huns, Helen all blue eyed, blonde and clueless about what she is getting herself into" We all laughed at the image Sharon created in our heads. The time at the bar was to convince Helen to join them at the charity auction. It was all purely innocent, in appearance, but then you shouldn't take everything at face value should you? After all, its for charity Sharon kept saying to her girlfriends. We can offer the lovely and sexy Helen up for charitable contribution. Purely innocent.... sure it is.
(4/28/2012)
The very next day Sharon arranged to have lunch with Helen to talk about the charity auction. She was dressed very sharply and found a quiet little place to talk with Helen. Helen can waltzing in, looking hot and bubbly. Sharon and Helen exchanged warm hugs and sat down to talk through lunch. Sharon had prepared how she was going to present the topic to Helen, in a way that Helen would jump at. True to form, Helen thought it was a great idea. She was giggling and couldn't sit still after hearing all about it. Sharon suggested Helen needed to arrange some girl-time with her husband so we could enjoy the auction with time to spare. Right at lunch Helen had to use her cell phone to arrange, with her husband, a full week away and the two adjoining weekends. Sharon smiled to herself and thought to herself about the slave auction.... err... charity auction coming up.
(5/22/2012)
Sharon arranged for one of the girls to pick up Helen, because we knows if she will need her car since she is bound (I love that word) to be won by some lucky, although prearranged, person at the auction. Sharon was meeting with Monique while the girls were picking up Helen. Monique was originally from the south of France and ran a very successful dungeon (and brothel) in Paris before meeting and marrying her current (3rd) husband. Monique was so glad to participate in this charade because she has missed her former life. Her hubbie has a unused warehouse out in the sticks just aching to be used by an enterprising individual. I think we have found a use for it. Monique spent the past week getting out her toys / implements from storage and equipping the new playroom just for this occasion. Monique has quite the wild and demanding side, although she appears to be the sweetest demure woman you would ever meet. She parked her cargo van behind the building before coming in to finalize the situation with Sharon.
The other girls picked up a gigging and excited Helen. She told the girls her husband doesn't expect her back for 10 days, so she said "lets go have some fun and lots of it" Little does Helen know how much fun it will be. One of the girls asked Helen if she knows Sharon's friend, Monique, and Helen just shook her head. "oh thats ok, but Monique will be there too so I am sure there will be lots of bidding for you Helen" Helen just smiled a far away smile. "this is so cool, hubbie doesn't even know where I will be. Not that he cares much lately what I do or dont do" It sounds just perfect, doesn't Helen? Helen just nodding while squirming in her seat.
(5/27/2012)
While all the girls sat together with Sharon and Monique, Helen was back stage being prepped for the auction. She was being fixed up and had her hair done, her eyes... her nails... pampered and Helen loved it. Helen kept asking everyone what was going to happen, and the only answer she got was "dont worry, you are going to love it" Helen was given something to drink to calm her down a tad. "ohhh thats yummy", Helen oozed. One by one the other women were escorted on stage and the bidding began in earnest, while Helen sat there all relaxed and feeling disconnected. The bidding was getting louder and more intense. After all, who wouldn't want a real life slave girl? This organization has been going on for years and is even listed as a non-profit organization. Under the umbrella of a charitable organization was an actual slave market for wealthy bidders, Monique and her friends being quite well known among the patrons.
Finally it was Helen's turn and her conservative clothes had been changed into something quite remarkable. Her fabulous legs were on display as well as her ample cleavage and tight ass. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was forced to walk in 5" heels, teetering on them. Her handlers were on each site, holding onto her upper arms as she was just a little disoriented from her drink. They directing her this way and that, displaying her to the remaining bidders. The bidding started slowly, with Monique chiming in with a bid here and there to make sure this one did not get away. The auctioneer was pointing out her obvious attributes and the bidding got into the thousands where the others were only in the high hundreds. After all they save the prime slaves for last. Finally as the bidding was about over, a blindfold was slipped over Helen's eyes and a gag placed in her mouth. She stood there as the bidding concluded and money traded hands. Before Helen know anything or could weakly protest, she was whisked away to the waiting van and injected with a sedative before being driven to her new home.
(6/4/2012)
While the van sped off to its hidden destination, Helen laid there with her head leaning back against the seat and her firm thighs spread. Several pictures were taken, just as they had been during the auction just to ensure Helen doesn't try to escape. Imagine what these photos would do to her marriage and her previous life.
Monique sat beside Helen and fondled her property the entire trip. She kept telling Sharon she outdid herself this time. "there is nothing like a former society bitch to entertain me", she whispered in Helen's ears. Helen found herself moaning despite her weakening internal protests. Helen was thinking if she pretended to go along with it, maybe she can escape. Well those kinds of thoughts were slipping away and her body's arousal was clouding her mind. "my she's a needy bitch. I guess her high society hubbie didn't give her what she needed. I will make sure she has plenty of sex" whispered Monique to Sharon. Sharon was thinking how addicted to being used Helen was going to be.... and it won't take long, either.
(6/13/2012)
When Helen came to, she groggily looked around the darkened cold dank room hoping to sense where she was. She suddenly got frightened as her predicament became clearer. He moving her arms and legs reinforced her helplessness at the situation. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, knowing that he couldn't possibly know where she was if she didn't even know. She struggled strongly against the even stronger leather restraints. She then realized it wasn't only her ankles and wrists bound tightly, but a thick strap went around her mid section and a leather strap was around her neck.
Helen tried to scream but the penis gag made that all but impossible. Strong hands suddenly took her and laid her over a leather covered table sort of thing. Her breasts were pushed through two openings and her ass draped over the end revealing two luscious holes for use.
Her legs were bound again, spread open wide to the point of being painful in their width. Her wrists were secured to the floor and the neck strap locked into place. As much as she struggled she only felt the pain of trying to get out. The physical pain and the mental pain of being in such a situation. A blindfold was slid in place, making her blind to her tormentors. Other than sight, all her other senses were alive and ultra sensitive by now.
She heard the click click click of high heels approaching and the pin prick of a needle in her asscheek..... "just to relax you for a bit, bitch", was all she heard from an all too familiar voice. Could it be? Oh no, please not Her....
(7/3/12)
Helen felt like she was floating and kept asking for her husband, which only amused Monique because her husband had no idea how to help his wife. In fact, no one knew how to help her. Helen vaguely felt her nipple being clamped strongly and weights hung from them, as something was inserted in her ass and inflated. Helen tried to struggle in the fog that was enveloping her mind. Helen seemed to remember being a bitch to Monique and Monique just smiling at her. Payback is hell, as the saying goes. Helen was given another injection which was designed to enhance the nerve endings so she would experience everything at a very high level. Helen felt her head raised and her mouth forced over a huge cock. "so, you show your disdain for black men do you? Now you were learn to respect all men for what they have for you, cunt"
Helen felt her mouth being raped by this huge cock and a low guttural sound reached her ears as the man, presumably black, was having his way with this white whore. He made no attempt to be gentle as Monique had her hand around his balls and was squeezing him to force him to pound his cock into Helen's mouth harder and deeper, despite Helen gagging and trying to avoid the raping of her mouth. The cameras were rolling and it looked as if Helen was enjoying the BBC being forced down her throat.
(7/10/12)
Helen could only gasp as she felt the huge cock stiffen even more just before exploding in her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in his cum, overflowing her mouth no matter how fast she tried to swallow. His hand gripped her hair, raising her face.... as he withdrew from her mouth and washed her face with the rest of his load. He then slapped her face with the semi-hard cock. The camera caught all the humiliation shown on Helen's face along with a surprising look of arousal and need.
The room was filled with laughter as her love tunnel was filled with the largest cock that has ever penetrated her. Bubba #2 was attacking her cunt with his strong cock, his big full balls slapping against her ass as he continued having his way with her. Her pussy couldn't help but respond to such an amazing fucking. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Certainly none of the country club men could ever compare to this, even though to this point she had been 100% faithful to her husband. Oh yes, her husband... Helen suddenly remembered him and started crying and moaning his name as she was given the best fucking of her life. Tears were staining her cum covered face as she had so many conflicting emotions, love for her husband... she thought it was love, or was it acceptance of the life he provided her. The second emotion and the more intense was love being filled and used like she is. Helen found her hips pressing back on the invading cock and wanting more.... suddenly switching from bemoaning about her husband to begging the unknown black man to "give it to me hard, you bastard. You can do better than that, you dirty fucking nigger!!!" Every woman watching, even Monique were amazed at the language used and the intent of it on the man using her.... Helen was being broken in front of their eyes..... broken by BBC.
(7/24/12)
Helen's next thought was "OMG, my mouth is covered in a wet pussy" as her tongue did what came natural to her and started pleasing the pussy just like she took the BBC moments before which was now dri9pping out of her cunt. Helen felt the pussy ride her face hard, and Helen was loving it. She shoved her tongue deep inside the pussy as she felt her nipples being clamped and extended. Helen was awash in feelings she had never felt before. Monique kept riding Helen's slut mouth, using her like so many will be using her in the days, weeks and months ahead. Monique came hard in the little sluts mouth, as Helen gulped every luscious drop into her belly. "god I love pussy" is the only thought coming to Helen as she kept sucking and licking her first pussy, but not her last.
(8/3/12)
Helen's next sensation was another pussy, only this one was bare and Helen was beside herself with need. Helen obediently licked and loved this second pussy, belonging to Sharon, conditioned to loving sex as it is presented to her. Not having any choice in the matter somehow changed Helen's mind to thinking "this is so great, god I love this". Such freedom and such luscious sex was what Helen was thinking. Helen's tongue went to the hard clit and sucked on it, as she heard the woman moaning and grinding against her face.
Helen heard words being spoken to her, but didn't recognize each word but only the overall feeling that she is loving. The cameras were catching all the action and the look of ultimate bliss on Helen's face as she is feed pussy after pussy. Vaguely Helen remembered something violating her ass as she sucked more pussy in her mouth, hearing the words "good girls obey" over and over.
(8/6/12)
Helen was having a very difficult time of all this. "Where was her husband", was a fleeting thought as she thought again how she hated that bitch Monique. "if I ever get out of here, I am going to ruin that woman", was her thought as suddenly she was thinking about Sharon and wondering where she was. "I dont know why Sharon even talks with that bitch Monique", was her thought as suddenly she realized she had been sleeping with headphones on listening to soothing music, although one track was laced with suggestions and instructions to Helen. "God, I can almost hear Sharons sweet voice", though Helen as she drifted off to sleep again.
Meanwhile, Monique was counting the cash she was making from having Helen perform sexually for paying guests even if it was against her will. Monique just laughed at her feeble resistance and how easily she was complying. Helen is taking to bbc and sweet pussy like a pro. Monique looked at the calendar and realized her contract with Sharon was almost half over. It was a two week contract, the first being full use of Helen any way Monique wanted, and Sharon knew to what lengths she would go. The second week was much more psychological combined with the sexual use of her body.
(8/7/12)
Midnight of the final day for the first week, Monique left a pile of $100 for Sharon, packed her bag and exited the site. Sharon had paid for a year's rent on the site and had no more obligation to Monique. The agreement was that Monique would arrange everything and get full us of Helen for the first 7 days and then depart, never to see Helen again.
Sharon walked in to see the slumbering Helen, under sedation in the treatment room. Sharon half filled a syringe of the drug that helps remove resistance and makes Helen more susceptible to programming. As Sharon eased the drug into Helen's system they both gave a slight moan. Sharon looked down at Helen, both arms rigid under the heavy leather straps, her thighs spread wide secured with similar straps ... Helen's head held immobile... Helen looked so vulnerable naked and bound. Sharon had on fishnets, black corset... black spike heels.... ready to proceed modifying Helen to her own specifications. Sure Helen was a captive, but she will come to love Sharon and crave time with her.... beyond any craving she had every known.
I think you have heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" yes?
(8/8/12)
Sharon slapped Helen's face several time to awake her. Helen tried to avoid the slaps but her head was too tightly held. The leather apparatus has a chin fitting that held her chin rigid and the buckles were tightened down more than usual, so she had no choice. Fewer and fewer choices as the days go on. Sharon elevated the table she was laying on with the hydraulic switches until Helen was sitting up, but still held tightly. Helen found herself relieved it was Sharon and not Monique, who was long gone by this time. Helen didn't know that and expected Monique re-appear at any time. Such was the start of the psychological work Sharon was doing on her drugged, foggy mind.
"you slept well, Helen. I hope you slept deeply and relaxed", whispered Sharon to Helen. Helen could hear how soft and gentle Sharon was compared with Monique. Such a welcome change, thought Helen as Sharon held a pendant in front on Helen's eyes. Starting to swing it in long slow arcs, Sharon said "relaxed and sleeping deeply, Helen. Just follow my pretty jade pendant. So green and drawing your eyes to it as it moves..... follow... so relaxed, Helen"
Helen was lost in conflicting feelings, here she was feeling all foggy and distant, but knowing she couldn't move an inch. Helen was fearing Monique, and Sharon was so nice to her. Helen's tired eyes followed the pendant, "god the pedant is so pretty", thought Helen. Helen could feel her cunt moisten as she gazed at the pendant.
Sharon stepped to the side, still swinging the pendant in front of Helen's eyes, as she whispered in Helen's ears. "you have always had such special feelings for me, Helen. You have tried to avoid the highly lesbian and submissive thoughts, but now you are free to express your feelings. You have been wanting me.... for so long you can't even remember."
Helen moaned and could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she listened to Sharon's soft voice penetrate her mind. "god, Sharon is so hot and luscious", were Helen's last thoughts as sleep overtook her mind and body.
(10/16/12)
Helen woke to several stinging slaps to her face as she gazed with love and lust at the gorgeous Sharon. Each stinging slap made her clit throb with need. "when did I love the way Sharon slaps my face so much?" Helen's restraints were released as she dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Sharon's strong, silky thighs. Helen was so eager to please Sharon she forgot everything else but Sharon's soft moaning and pressing herself to Helen's face. Helen has only one desire, one need... that to please Sharon in every way possible. Helen could feel Sharon roughly grab her head and use her face for Sharon's pleasure. Helen nearly passed out from pleasure as Sharon's juices splashed on her lips and face.
Helen knew Sharon was talking to her, but her need was too great to please Sharon to understand the fragments of instructions filling her sub-consccious. "you belong to Me, helen... you are My personal bitch. you only do what pleases Sharon, Sharon is your owner and you love Sharon with every ounce of your being"
(10/19/12)
Helen felt her face being slapped, side to side. There was nothing negative in this as she craved Sharon's touching her body. Helen's memory was fading more and more each passing day. More and more her orientation was toward Sharon and pleasing Her. Sharon's captive was becoming quite adept at pleasing Sharon with her mouth and tongue. It is a simple life for 'it' as Sharon has become to think of her and address her. It is property of Sharon and both of them know this. There is not one hair left on it's body, it ceases to be a person and more of a part of Sharon's possessions. One of many that give pleasure to Sharon. It loves to serve Sharon and is never happier than when it can have her face between Sharon's legs licking and serving. Sharon's moans and subsequent gushing of juices are it's rewards, rewards she licks up gratefully. It has a look for complete devotion and bliss when allowed to give Sharon what Sharon demands of her.
"it, look at My pendant..... focus.... watch it swing side to side, it. Thats right, feel sleepy and tired... focus.... relax.... let your mind empty of all thoughts, replaced by your love for Me.... no other thoughts remain.... only love and devotion.... cravings of being used, slapped.... caressed, all the same to you..... it's purpose is in serving Me, your owner.... now sleep"
(10/21/12)
Helen woke up again with her face being slapped, harder this time. The sting on her cheeks were still vivid as she was released from her bonds. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her owner's legs, pressing her face to Her and inhaled Her aroma. Tears of joy welled up in helen's eyes of gratitude and devotion. "if only I can find some way to repay this wonderful Woman for all she has done", was helen's only thoughts. She felt rather than saw the wide leather collar being snapped around her neck and the shackles clamping her ankles together.
Sharon tugged on the leash, looking down at her naked captive. A smile crept across Sharon's face as she watched it struggle to keep up on her hands and shackled ankles. Sharon walked faster than it could possibly keep up and ended up falling face first on the cold concrete floor. Sharon just laughed as she dragged it along the cold floor to the elevator. "life is good", was all that Sharon could think of.... "very good"
(10/26/12)
Helen felt herself being dragged into a warm dark room. Using a pulley system, Sharon attached her bound wrists to the apparatus and slid helen up onto the leather table. helen was bound to the table, her arms down over the front of the table, locked in place while her legs were bound to the other end of the table with helen's ass was pointed to the ceiling. Sharon got out a clean syringe and primed it with a ggenerous amount of a mind numbing drug along with an addictive euphoric concoction . Sharon slid the needle into helen's asscheek and injected it in. All Sharon could hear is a slight moan, as she withdrew the empty syringe. Sharon slapped her ass, until it was a nice rosy red, forcing the drug to course through her bloodstream.
"now my petite beauty, let's get down to business. you have much to learn and you are totally dependent on me for everything... everything", cooed Sharon. helen was feeling very woozy and disoriented but she could hear hew owner saying something to her. Helen had no idea why her pussy was leaking onto the leather table and her hips moving in the all too familiar motion of a slut fucking away.
(12/12/12)
Helen could feel Sharon's soft fingers caressing her swollen labia, and moaned at the use of her body whenever Sharon felt like it. "you needed to go to the slave auction, helen, and you needed to give yourself up for charity. Charity begins at home, as you know. This is your home now. You are going to be so charitable" All Sharon's words penetrated helen's drugged mind, just as her fingers penetrated the slut's wet pussy. Helen was trying her very best to get off on Sharon's fingers, building up to a strong climax, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Sharon watched helen's fine ass clench and move desperate for release. The moaning and the scent of sex filled the room as helen was riding the waves of pleasure. helen was connecting her pleasure with being with Sharon and bound psychologically to it. Sharon kept working her fingers deep, to a guttural moaning from the bound slut helen. Sharon's tapping on helen's clit sent her over the edge. You could hear the screams of release as Sharon smiled and thought "her training is going to be so fun... for me"
"good girl, slut"
(12/18/12)
Helen could feel her body being laid on her back. She was too weak and drugged to put up a struggle, even if she wanted to. She laid there as her wrists, elbows and ankles were securely fastened. Helen just stared up at the ceiling as Sharon removed her leather vest, her blouse.... her tight leather pants.... Sharon stuffed her wet panties into Helen's mouth and fastened a leather strap around it watching Helen inhale and suck on the panties. Sharon was toying with Helen's nipples as Helen's hips started humping without having anything in her wet pussy.
Sharon fastened the harness for her favorite strapon, big and black. Over 8" long, thick and always rigid. Sharon wet it with her own saliva as she watched Helen sucking on her panties. Sharon positioned herself between Helen's legs, rubbing the slick head against Helen's swollen labia. Helen's reacted with an arching of her back, aching to accept the gift Sharon has for her. "you are so needy for me, helen. You have nothing without me, helen. you are here for my pleasure.... " I hear helen moan for it. Its so very sweet of her....
(7/5/13)
Sharon was smiling as she rammed the big strapon into helen's slick pussy. Oh yes, Sharon got what she wanted. Pretty little naive helen being her own captive girl. There is nothing helen wouldn't do for more of this. Sharon kept ramming it in and out, as she listened to helen's screaming through the wet panties. She could feel helen climax, but that only made Sharon go harder and faster. She was not sure how much helen could take, but then it didn't really matter. helen takes what she is given.... Sharon takes everything she wants... it's really a very nice relationship when you think about it. helen is removed from a situation she wasn't happy with.... Sharon got someone that will do her best to make things nice for Sharon..... and there is plenty of sex for everyone....
Sharon notices that helen's is shaking her head side to side as the big girlcock is still ramming in her. Sharon reaches down and slaps her clit.... searching for that clamp to put on the girl's clit to remind her who is boss around here....
(7/17/13)
Sharon felt like a good hot shower would be just the thing. She took helen by her hair and led her to the shower, instructing her just how she was to clean her. helen ended up kneeling in the shower, the water pouring around her as helen dutifully attended to the pussy in front of her. There could be screaming heard above the roar of the shower's spray, that is if anyone was around to hear it. After Sharon had enough of grinding her pussy against helen's bruised lips, so had her pat dry her body with the big fluffy towels and powder her body. "It sure feels good to have a personal attendant", thought Sharon.
Sharon then led helen to the stable, naked as the day she was born. helen was then laid her down on it, face down. She tethered each wrist and ankle to the corners and gagged helen so she didn't have to listen to her screams as the next step was about to be ..... well, Sharon was consumed with lust for helen as it turns out and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to. Sharon had been thinking of tattoos to spell out helen's ownership but she thinks it needs to be something more permanent and visible. So Sharon decided to brand the girl as you would a farm animal. Sharon has a branding iron for her cattle, so why not use it on the girl.... besides Sharon likes the smell of burning flesh to the muffled screams that are bound to follow..... Sharon smiled as she tightened up a wide leather strap around helen's waist just above the offered ass... another went just below her ass over her thighs..... tightening them up to a painful level as helen moaned and whimpered only made it all the sweeter for Sharon. "the girl sure does know how to get my motor purring.... no, roaring would be more like it", though Sharon.
Sharon listened to the obvious pleading attempting to free herself from what was planned. Sharon busied herself with getting the branding iron red hot..... the muffled begging was like background music to the sizzling hot branding iron.
The very next Friday night, Sharon invited the other two women to a kind of dark out of the way bar so plans could be made. Well, actually, Sharon had already made the plans and just needed to inform us in her own persuasive way. Sharon had us all convinced that Helen would be perfect for the auction. "imagine huns, Helen all blue eyed, blonde and clueless about what she is getting herself into" We all laughed at the image Sharon created in our heads. The time at the bar was to convince Helen to join them at the charity auction. It was all purely innocent, in appearance, but then you shouldn't take everything at face value should you? After all, its for charity Sharon kept saying to her girlfriends. We can offer the lovely and sexy Helen up for charitable contribution. Purely innocent.... sure it is.
(4/28/2012)
The very next day Sharon arranged to have lunch with Helen to talk about the charity auction. She was dressed very sharply and found a quiet little place to talk with Helen. Helen can waltzing in, looking hot and bubbly. Sharon and Helen exchanged warm hugs and sat down to talk through lunch. Sharon had prepared how she was going to present the topic to Helen, in a way that Helen would jump at. True to form, Helen thought it was a great idea. She was giggling and couldn't sit still after hearing all about it. Sharon suggested Helen needed to arrange some girl-time with her husband so we could enjoy the auction with time to spare. Right at lunch Helen had to use her cell phone to arrange, with her husband, a full week away and the two adjoining weekends. Sharon smiled to herself and thought to herself about the slave auction.... err... charity auction coming up.
(5/22/2012)
Sharon arranged for one of the girls to pick up Helen, because we knows if she will need her car since she is bound (I love that word) to be won by some lucky, although prearranged, person at the auction. Sharon was meeting with Monique while the girls were picking up Helen. Monique was originally from the south of France and ran a very successful dungeon (and brothel) in Paris before meeting and marrying her current (3rd) husband. Monique was so glad to participate in this charade because she has missed her former life. Her hubbie has a unused warehouse out in the sticks just aching to be used by an enterprising individual. I think we have found a use for it. Monique spent the past week getting out her toys / implements from storage and equipping the new playroom just for this occasion. Monique has quite the wild and demanding side, although she appears to be the sweetest demure woman you would ever meet. She parked her cargo van behind the building before coming in to finalize the situation with Sharon.
The other girls picked up a gigging and excited Helen. She told the girls her husband doesn't expect her back for 10 days, so she said "lets go have some fun and lots of it" Little does Helen know how much fun it will be. One of the girls asked Helen if she knows Sharon's friend, Monique, and Helen just shook her head. "oh thats ok, but Monique will be there too so I am sure there will be lots of bidding for you Helen" Helen just smiled a far away smile. "this is so cool, hubbie doesn't even know where I will be. Not that he cares much lately what I do or dont do" It sounds just perfect, doesn't Helen? Helen just nodding while squirming in her seat.
(5/27/2012)
While all the girls sat together with Sharon and Monique, Helen was back stage being prepped for the auction. She was being fixed up and had her hair done, her eyes... her nails... pampered and Helen loved it. Helen kept asking everyone what was going to happen, and the only answer she got was "dont worry, you are going to love it" Helen was given something to drink to calm her down a tad. "ohhh thats yummy", Helen oozed. One by one the other women were escorted on stage and the bidding began in earnest, while Helen sat there all relaxed and feeling disconnected. The bidding was getting louder and more intense. After all, who wouldn't want a real life slave girl? This organization has been going on for years and is even listed as a non-profit organization. Under the umbrella of a charitable organization was an actual slave market for wealthy bidders, Monique and her friends being quite well known among the patrons.
Finally it was Helen's turn and her conservative clothes had been changed into something quite remarkable. Her fabulous legs were on display as well as her ample cleavage and tight ass. Her hands were bound behind her back and she was forced to walk in 5" heels, teetering on them. Her handlers were on each site, holding onto her upper arms as she was just a little disoriented from her drink. They directing her this way and that, displaying her to the remaining bidders. The bidding started slowly, with Monique chiming in with a bid here and there to make sure this one did not get away. The auctioneer was pointing out her obvious attributes and the bidding got into the thousands where the others were only in the high hundreds. After all they save the prime slaves for last. Finally as the bidding was about over, a blindfold was slipped over Helen's eyes and a gag placed in her mouth. She stood there as the bidding concluded and money traded hands. Before Helen know anything or could weakly protest, she was whisked away to the waiting van and injected with a sedative before being driven to her new home.
(6/4/2012)
While the van sped off to its hidden destination, Helen laid there with her head leaning back against the seat and her firm thighs spread. Several pictures were taken, just as they had been during the auction just to ensure Helen doesn't try to escape. Imagine what these photos would do to her marriage and her previous life.
Monique sat beside Helen and fondled her property the entire trip. She kept telling Sharon she outdid herself this time. "there is nothing like a former society bitch to entertain me", she whispered in Helen's ears. Helen found herself moaning despite her weakening internal protests. Helen was thinking if she pretended to go along with it, maybe she can escape. Well those kinds of thoughts were slipping away and her body's arousal was clouding her mind. "my she's a needy bitch. I guess her high society hubbie didn't give her what she needed. I will make sure she has plenty of sex" whispered Monique to Sharon. Sharon was thinking how addicted to being used Helen was going to be.... and it won't take long, either.
(6/13/2012)
When Helen came to, she groggily looked around the darkened cold dank room hoping to sense where she was. She suddenly got frightened as her predicament became clearer. He moving her arms and legs reinforced her helplessness at the situation. Her thoughts immediately went to her husband, knowing that he couldn't possibly know where she was if she didn't even know. She struggled strongly against the even stronger leather restraints. She then realized it wasn't only her ankles and wrists bound tightly, but a thick strap went around her mid section and a leather strap was around her neck.
Helen tried to scream but the penis gag made that all but impossible. Strong hands suddenly took her and laid her over a leather covered table sort of thing. Her breasts were pushed through two openings and her ass draped over the end revealing two luscious holes for use.
Her legs were bound again, spread open wide to the point of being painful in their width. Her wrists were secured to the floor and the neck strap locked into place. As much as she struggled she only felt the pain of trying to get out. The physical pain and the mental pain of being in such a situation. A blindfold was slid in place, making her blind to her tormentors. Other than sight, all her other senses were alive and ultra sensitive by now.
She heard the click click click of high heels approaching and the pin prick of a needle in her asscheek..... "just to relax you for a bit, bitch", was all she heard from an all too familiar voice. Could it be? Oh no, please not Her....
(7/3/12)
Helen felt like she was floating and kept asking for her husband, which only amused Monique because her husband had no idea how to help his wife. In fact, no one knew how to help her. Helen vaguely felt her nipple being clamped strongly and weights hung from them, as something was inserted in her ass and inflated. Helen tried to struggle in the fog that was enveloping her mind. Helen seemed to remember being a bitch to Monique and Monique just smiling at her. Payback is hell, as the saying goes. Helen was given another injection which was designed to enhance the nerve endings so she would experience everything at a very high level. Helen felt her head raised and her mouth forced over a huge cock. "so, you show your disdain for black men do you? Now you were learn to respect all men for what they have for you, cunt"
Helen felt her mouth being raped by this huge cock and a low guttural sound reached her ears as the man, presumably black, was having his way with this white whore. He made no attempt to be gentle as Monique had her hand around his balls and was squeezing him to force him to pound his cock into Helen's mouth harder and deeper, despite Helen gagging and trying to avoid the raping of her mouth. The cameras were rolling and it looked as if Helen was enjoying the BBC being forced down her throat.
(7/10/12)
Helen could only gasp as she felt the huge cock stiffen even more just before exploding in her mouth. She felt like she was drowning in his cum, overflowing her mouth no matter how fast she tried to swallow. His hand gripped her hair, raising her face.... as he withdrew from her mouth and washed her face with the rest of his load. He then slapped her face with the semi-hard cock. The camera caught all the humiliation shown on Helen's face along with a surprising look of arousal and need.
The room was filled with laughter as her love tunnel was filled with the largest cock that has ever penetrated her. Bubba #2 was attacking her cunt with his strong cock, his big full balls slapping against her ass as he continued having his way with her. Her pussy couldn't help but respond to such an amazing fucking. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. Certainly none of the country club men could ever compare to this, even though to this point she had been 100% faithful to her husband. Oh yes, her husband... Helen suddenly remembered him and started crying and moaning his name as she was given the best fucking of her life. Tears were staining her cum covered face as she had so many conflicting emotions, love for her husband... she thought it was love, or was it acceptance of the life he provided her. The second emotion and the more intense was love being filled and used like she is. Helen found her hips pressing back on the invading cock and wanting more.... suddenly switching from bemoaning about her husband to begging the unknown black man to "give it to me hard, you bastard. You can do better than that, you dirty fucking nigger!!!" Every woman watching, even Monique were amazed at the language used and the intent of it on the man using her.... Helen was being broken in front of their eyes..... broken by BBC.
(7/24/12)
Helen's next thought was "OMG, my mouth is covered in a wet pussy" as her tongue did what came natural to her and started pleasing the pussy just like she took the BBC moments before which was now dri9pping out of her cunt. Helen felt the pussy ride her face hard, and Helen was loving it. She shoved her tongue deep inside the pussy as she felt her nipples being clamped and extended. Helen was awash in feelings she had never felt before. Monique kept riding Helen's slut mouth, using her like so many will be using her in the days, weeks and months ahead. Monique came hard in the little sluts mouth, as Helen gulped every luscious drop into her belly. "god I love pussy" is the only thought coming to Helen as she kept sucking and licking her first pussy, but not her last.
(8/3/12)
Helen's next sensation was another pussy, only this one was bare and Helen was beside herself with need. Helen obediently licked and loved this second pussy, belonging to Sharon, conditioned to loving sex as it is presented to her. Not having any choice in the matter somehow changed Helen's mind to thinking "this is so great, god I love this". Such freedom and such luscious sex was what Helen was thinking. Helen's tongue went to the hard clit and sucked on it, as she heard the woman moaning and grinding against her face.
Helen heard words being spoken to her, but didn't recognize each word but only the overall feeling that she is loving. The cameras were catching all the action and the look of ultimate bliss on Helen's face as she is feed pussy after pussy. Vaguely Helen remembered something violating her ass as she sucked more pussy in her mouth, hearing the words "good girls obey" over and over.
(8/6/12)
Helen was having a very difficult time of all this. "Where was her husband", was a fleeting thought as she thought again how she hated that bitch Monique. "if I ever get out of here, I am going to ruin that woman", was her thought as suddenly she was thinking about Sharon and wondering where she was. "I dont know why Sharon even talks with that bitch Monique", was her thought as suddenly she realized she had been sleeping with headphones on listening to soothing music, although one track was laced with suggestions and instructions to Helen. "God, I can almost hear Sharons sweet voice", though Helen as she drifted off to sleep again.
Meanwhile, Monique was counting the cash she was making from having Helen perform sexually for paying guests even if it was against her will. Monique just laughed at her feeble resistance and how easily she was complying. Helen is taking to bbc and sweet pussy like a pro. Monique looked at the calendar and realized her contract with Sharon was almost half over. It was a two week contract, the first being full use of Helen any way Monique wanted, and Sharon knew to what lengths she would go. The second week was much more psychological combined with the sexual use of her body.
(8/7/12)
Midnight of the final day for the first week, Monique left a pile of $100 for Sharon, packed her bag and exited the site. Sharon had paid for a year's rent on the site and had no more obligation to Monique. The agreement was that Monique would arrange everything and get full us of Helen for the first 7 days and then depart, never to see Helen again.
Sharon walked in to see the slumbering Helen, under sedation in the treatment room. Sharon half filled a syringe of the drug that helps remove resistance and makes Helen more susceptible to programming. As Sharon eased the drug into Helen's system they both gave a slight moan. Sharon looked down at Helen, both arms rigid under the heavy leather straps, her thighs spread wide secured with similar straps ... Helen's head held immobile... Helen looked so vulnerable naked and bound. Sharon had on fishnets, black corset... black spike heels.... ready to proceed modifying Helen to her own specifications. Sure Helen was a captive, but she will come to love Sharon and crave time with her.... beyond any craving she had every known.
I think you have heard of the "Stockholm Syndrome" yes?
(8/8/12)
Sharon slapped Helen's face several time to awake her. Helen tried to avoid the slaps but her head was too tightly held. The leather apparatus has a chin fitting that held her chin rigid and the buckles were tightened down more than usual, so she had no choice. Fewer and fewer choices as the days go on. Sharon elevated the table she was laying on with the hydraulic switches until Helen was sitting up, but still held tightly. Helen found herself relieved it was Sharon and not Monique, who was long gone by this time. Helen didn't know that and expected Monique re-appear at any time. Such was the start of the psychological work Sharon was doing on her drugged, foggy mind.
"you slept well, Helen. I hope you slept deeply and relaxed", whispered Sharon to Helen. Helen could hear how soft and gentle Sharon was compared with Monique. Such a welcome change, thought Helen as Sharon held a pendant in front on Helen's eyes. Starting to swing it in long slow arcs, Sharon said "relaxed and sleeping deeply, Helen. Just follow my pretty jade pendant. So green and drawing your eyes to it as it moves..... follow... so relaxed, Helen"
Helen was lost in conflicting feelings, here she was feeling all foggy and distant, but knowing she couldn't move an inch. Helen was fearing Monique, and Sharon was so nice to her. Helen's tired eyes followed the pendant, "god the pedant is so pretty", thought Helen. Helen could feel her cunt moisten as she gazed at the pendant.
Sharon stepped to the side, still swinging the pendant in front of Helen's eyes, as she whispered in Helen's ears. "you have always had such special feelings for me, Helen. You have tried to avoid the highly lesbian and submissive thoughts, but now you are free to express your feelings. You have been wanting me.... for so long you can't even remember."
Helen moaned and could feel her wetness coating her thighs as she listened to Sharon's soft voice penetrate her mind. "god, Sharon is so hot and luscious", were Helen's last thoughts as sleep overtook her mind and body.
(10/16/12)
Helen woke to several stinging slaps to her face as she gazed with love and lust at the gorgeous Sharon. Each stinging slap made her clit throb with need. "when did I love the way Sharon slaps my face so much?" Helen's restraints were released as she dropped to her knees and pushed her face between Sharon's strong, silky thighs. Helen was so eager to please Sharon she forgot everything else but Sharon's soft moaning and pressing herself to Helen's face. Helen has only one desire, one need... that to please Sharon in every way possible. Helen could feel Sharon roughly grab her head and use her face for Sharon's pleasure. Helen nearly passed out from pleasure as Sharon's juices splashed on her lips and face.
Helen knew Sharon was talking to her, but her need was too great to please Sharon to understand the fragments of instructions filling her sub-consccious. "you belong to Me, helen... you are My personal bitch. you only do what pleases Sharon, Sharon is your owner and you love Sharon with every ounce of your being"
(10/19/12)
Helen felt her face being slapped, side to side. There was nothing negative in this as she craved Sharon's touching her body. Helen's memory was fading more and more each passing day. More and more her orientation was toward Sharon and pleasing Her. Sharon's captive was becoming quite adept at pleasing Sharon with her mouth and tongue. It is a simple life for 'it' as Sharon has become to think of her and address her. It is property of Sharon and both of them know this. There is not one hair left on it's body, it ceases to be a person and more of a part of Sharon's possessions. One of many that give pleasure to Sharon. It loves to serve Sharon and is never happier than when it can have her face between Sharon's legs licking and serving. Sharon's moans and subsequent gushing of juices are it's rewards, rewards she licks up gratefully. It has a look for complete devotion and bliss when allowed to give Sharon what Sharon demands of her.
"it, look at My pendant..... focus.... watch it swing side to side, it. Thats right, feel sleepy and tired... focus.... relax.... let your mind empty of all thoughts, replaced by your love for Me.... no other thoughts remain.... only love and devotion.... cravings of being used, slapped.... caressed, all the same to you..... it's purpose is in serving Me, your owner.... now sleep"
(10/21/12)
Helen woke up again with her face being slapped, harder this time. The sting on her cheeks were still vivid as she was released from her bonds. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around her owner's legs, pressing her face to Her and inhaled Her aroma. Tears of joy welled up in helen's eyes of gratitude and devotion. "if only I can find some way to repay this wonderful Woman for all she has done", was helen's only thoughts. She felt rather than saw the wide leather collar being snapped around her neck and the shackles clamping her ankles together.
Sharon tugged on the leash, looking down at her naked captive. A smile crept across Sharon's face as she watched it struggle to keep up on her hands and shackled ankles. Sharon walked faster than it could possibly keep up and ended up falling face first on the cold concrete floor. Sharon just laughed as she dragged it along the cold floor to the elevator. "life is good", was all that Sharon could think of.... "very good"
(10/26/12)
Helen felt herself being dragged into a warm dark room. Using a pulley system, Sharon attached her bound wrists to the apparatus and slid helen up onto the leather table. helen was bound to the table, her arms down over the front of the table, locked in place while her legs were bound to the other end of the table with helen's ass was pointed to the ceiling. Sharon got out a clean syringe and primed it with a ggenerous amount of a mind numbing drug along with an addictive euphoric concoction . Sharon slid the needle into helen's asscheek and injected it in. All Sharon could hear is a slight moan, as she withdrew the empty syringe. Sharon slapped her ass, until it was a nice rosy red, forcing the drug to course through her bloodstream.
"now my petite beauty, let's get down to business. you have much to learn and you are totally dependent on me for everything... everything", cooed Sharon. helen was feeling very woozy and disoriented but she could hear hew owner saying something to her. Helen had no idea why her pussy was leaking onto the leather table and her hips moving in the all too familiar motion of a slut fucking away.
(12/12/12)
Helen could feel Sharon's soft fingers caressing her swollen labia, and moaned at the use of her body whenever Sharon felt like it. "you needed to go to the slave auction, helen, and you needed to give yourself up for charity. Charity begins at home, as you know. This is your home now. You are going to be so charitable" All Sharon's words penetrated helen's drugged mind, just as her fingers penetrated the slut's wet pussy. Helen was trying her very best to get off on Sharon's fingers, building up to a strong climax, moaning like a bitch in heat.
Sharon watched helen's fine ass clench and move desperate for release. The moaning and the scent of sex filled the room as helen was riding the waves of pleasure. helen was connecting her pleasure with being with Sharon and bound psychologically to it. Sharon kept working her fingers deep, to a guttural moaning from the bound slut helen. Sharon's tapping on helen's clit sent her over the edge. You could hear the screams of release as Sharon smiled and thought "her training is going to be so fun... for me"
"good girl, slut"
(12/18/12)
Helen could feel her body being laid on her back. She was too weak and drugged to put up a struggle, even if she wanted to. She laid there as her wrists, elbows and ankles were securely fastened. Helen just stared up at the ceiling as Sharon removed her leather vest, her blouse.... her tight leather pants.... Sharon stuffed her wet panties into Helen's mouth and fastened a leather strap around it watching Helen inhale and suck on the panties. Sharon was toying with Helen's nipples as Helen's hips started humping without having anything in her wet pussy.
Sharon fastened the harness for her favorite strapon, big and black. Over 8" long, thick and always rigid. Sharon wet it with her own saliva as she watched Helen sucking on her panties. Sharon positioned herself between Helen's legs, rubbing the slick head against Helen's swollen labia. Helen's reacted with an arching of her back, aching to accept the gift Sharon has for her. "you are so needy for me, helen. You have nothing without me, helen. you are here for my pleasure.... " I hear helen moan for it. Its so very sweet of her....
(7/5/13)
Sharon was smiling as she rammed the big strapon into helen's slick pussy. Oh yes, Sharon got what she wanted. Pretty little naive helen being her own captive girl. There is nothing helen wouldn't do for more of this. Sharon kept ramming it in and out, as she listened to helen's screaming through the wet panties. She could feel helen climax, but that only made Sharon go harder and faster. She was not sure how much helen could take, but then it didn't really matter. helen takes what she is given.... Sharon takes everything she wants... it's really a very nice relationship when you think about it. helen is removed from a situation she wasn't happy with.... Sharon got someone that will do her best to make things nice for Sharon..... and there is plenty of sex for everyone....
Sharon notices that helen's is shaking her head side to side as the big girlcock is still ramming in her. Sharon reaches down and slaps her clit.... searching for that clamp to put on the girl's clit to remind her who is boss around here....
(7/17/13)
Sharon felt like a good hot shower would be just the thing. She took helen by her hair and led her to the shower, instructing her just how she was to clean her. helen ended up kneeling in the shower, the water pouring around her as helen dutifully attended to the pussy in front of her. There could be screaming heard above the roar of the shower's spray, that is if anyone was around to hear it. After Sharon had enough of grinding her pussy against helen's bruised lips, so had her pat dry her body with the big fluffy towels and powder her body. "It sure feels good to have a personal attendant", thought Sharon.
Sharon then led helen to the stable, naked as the day she was born. helen was then laid her down on it, face down. She tethered each wrist and ankle to the corners and gagged helen so she didn't have to listen to her screams as the next step was about to be ..... well, Sharon was consumed with lust for helen as it turns out and she wants everyone to know who she belongs to. Sharon had been thinking of tattoos to spell out helen's ownership but she thinks it needs to be something more permanent and visible. So Sharon decided to brand the girl as you would a farm animal. Sharon has a branding iron for her cattle, so why not use it on the girl.... besides Sharon likes the smell of burning flesh to the muffled screams that are bound to follow..... Sharon smiled as she tightened up a wide leather strap around helen's waist just above the offered ass... another went just below her ass over her thighs..... tightening them up to a painful level as helen moaned and whimpered only made it all the sweeter for Sharon. "the girl sure does know how to get my motor purring.... no, roaring would be more like it", though Sharon.
Sharon listened to the obvious pleading attempting to free herself from what was planned. Sharon busied herself with getting the branding iron red hot..... the muffled begging was like background music to the sizzling hot branding iron.
helen will know she is owned. Sharon will know she is owned. Sharon doesn't want any strays wandering around.
Sharon burned her brand on helen's ass to a good amount of screaming in the gag, as the mark became visible. Sharon likes branding as opposed to tattoos, due to the nature of it being permanent and non-removable. Sharon stood there, bringing herself to climax as helen thrashed around and screamed into the gag.
(8/12/13)
helen was led into the house, ankles hobbled, chain attached to steel collar around her neck, her ass red and advertising her owner's brand. She looked not unlike the other farm animals around, the cows... the goats... the only difference is that this owned animal was allowed in the house for domestic duties. This includes personal attending to Sharon of course.
Sharon led her up the stairs, which she was barely able to negotiate. helen was not allowed to touch the furniture without latex gloves so as not to get her fingerprints on anything. Therefore she was unable to use the banister to help her hobbled ankles negotiate the stairs. There were only 23 of them so it should not have been such a struggle, thought Sharon. "keep up, slave or I will have to tan your painful ass with my crop. you are making me delay, and I will not tolerate that from my slave:, said Sharon in a harsh tone. helen then made a gallant effort to go faster, almost falling but catching herself. Moaning and making it up to the top, shuffling fast after Sharon to keep up.
Sharon led her over to the upstairs play room, bent her over a leather gymnastic horse, secured her legs and arms. Sharon smiled as she looked so vulnerable and she has had quite the journey so far. Sharon had a special lotion prepared that contained alcohol so as to sting like hell on her branded ass. It had healing properties so it wasn't all bad, and it would soften the skin that was just branded. Sharon applied it liberally to the accompanying screams and crying. Sharon was getting all worked up, so after a full treatment to her ass she led helen over to a bed.
Sharon laid down and pulled helen's face between her spread thighs. "be sure to think me with your entire being, slave", instructed Sharon as helen's tongue was busy in her wet pussy. helen never wanted to please anyone so much in her life as she did her owner, the one branding her permanently. The pleasure of licking Sharon to multiple orgasms almost made her forget the pain that seemed to radiate deep into her asscheeks.
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