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Chapter 6

My phone was ringing as I was let into my apartment by the doorman.

"Hello?" I said into it.

"Hi," came the cheery voice from the other end. It was Bruce!

"Bruce! You have your nerve, you bastard!" I spat into the instrument. "What the hell do you want?"

"Well, baby," he said, -I knew he was smiling, "I just thought you might want your purse… "

"My purse! So that's how you got my number." I was so angry I was turning red.

"Well, do you want it or not?" he went on.

"Certainly I want it," I shouted at him. "I need it. How can I get it?"

"Just cool it, baby," he said. "I've got to come into the city this evening and I can drop it off to you. Okay?"

"Well… " My voice was a little more calm.

"Alright?" he cut in.

"Alright," I repeated. "When will you be here?"

"Shortly. I'm leaving now, but I have one stop to make. See you in about an hour."

"Well, okay," I said, my voice sounding forgiving. "But please don't be too late. I want to go out this evening and I need my keys."

"See you," he said, a lilt in his voice.

And the line went dead. That bastard! I thought. That no good bastard!

I flew to the house phone when it rang sixty minutes later.

"Yes?" I asked.

"There's a gentleman down here… a Mr. Bruce," the voice on the other end said.

"Mr. Bruce?" I asked, puzzled. "Oh, yes," I said, realizing what the doorman had said. "Send him up."

A few minutes later the doorbell rang. There, when I opened the door, stood Bruce. Fresh. Clean. Carefree.

"Well," he said, after I glared at him for a few minutes. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Yes. Do come in," I said coldly, almost professionally.

I stepped aside to let him enter, and as he did so, I was about to close the door when I felt a pres- sure on it. I looked around it and saw that there was a very young girl coming in. She was very attractive, but very young.

"Oh," Bruce said when he saw my surprise. "This is Lana."

"Hello," I said, cordially.

"Hi," she said, breezily.

She was short, a very attractive girl. Well developed. Very confident.

"What's to drink?" Bruce asked.

"A… " I said.

"We'll have scotch," he announced flatly. "What're you going to have?"

I was taken back by his boldness and found myself answering him before I could stop myself.

"I'll have scotch, also. It's in the bar over there. I'll get some cubes."

I quickly left the room and took the ice tray from the refrigerator.

I wondered why Bruce had brought Lana. I supposed it was to reduce the risk or chance of a scene.

As I returned to the living room, Bruce greeted me. "Ah, here we are… Ice."

He dropped the cubes into the three large, straight drinks he had poured and passed them around, giving me the first.

"Oh," he continued, "here it is."

He held my small purse out. "It's all here. Everything. I didn't even take anything for services rendered."

I shot a glance at him and glared. The daggers in my look were clearly, visible to Lana, I'm sure. But I said nothing.

I accepted the small container and tossed it into the desk, not even bothering to inventory it. There was nothing in it but some money, my keys and a couple pieces of identification.

"How'd you get back to town?" Bruce asked, suddenly interested.

"Oh," I said, trying to sound noncommittal. "I got a ride."

"Is that all?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I said, pretending ignorance.

"You know what I mean," he went on.

"No, I don't," I responded.

"Where's the bathroom?" Lana cut in.

I was glad for the interruption. I turned and led the way for her, pulling the door shut after her and returning to the living room.

As I walked past the couch, I heard the sharp whistle and felt the sharp double sting… the thongs!

I spun on him, my eyes ablaze.

"Cunt!" he spat at me before I could say a word, "Down on your knees and pay homage!"

I was immobile. I was torn between two extremes. I wanted to tear into him; claw his eyes, cut his throat, anything to take out my vengeance.

At the same time, though, I wanted to fall to my knees and please him.

My eyes were drawn to his crotch. It was bulging and full. It was tauntingly coaxing.

My knees folded. "That's it, you cunt," he sneered. "Get down and show me who's boss! Get down and worship the thing you love most in life… "

I was on my knees, crawling toward him, hypnotized. I could not control myself. I was a pawn. I was a prisoner.

I was a slave.

My face was at his crotch, nuzzling it. I could feel him.

I could feel his manhood lurking beneath the material.

I wanted his cock… his stiff cock… his throbbing cock…

My cunt ached. My pussy lips were quivering. My body was hot.

Perspiration broke out on my forehead.

"Strip 'em off," he ordered. I complied without hesitation. I complied in complete submission.

I was a slave once more.

I was in oblivion. I had but one thought in mind. I wanted that cock. I wanted it in me… completely in me… in my cunt… all the way!

My ears were ringing from my own excitement.

I buried my face in 'his crotch again. I heard whimpering sounds and realized they were my own.

"Yeah, you fucking slave… you no good slut… you low down filthy piece of hot shit… you cock hungry pussy… "

Again I caught myself up in his words.

I was a fucking slave. I was a no good slut. I felt low. I was a filthy piece of hot shit.

I was a cock hungry pussy; one complete pussy.

My breath came in short gasps. I was panting, sucking in hot air from his crotch sucking in the smell and the intangible taste of sex.

"Give me the bottle," I heard Bruce say.

I raised my head, in a daze and looked at him. I didn't know what he was talking about. "Not you, slave," he spat. "WHIZ!" The thongs hit me.

I heard a hissing sound. I felt the cloth as he pressed it to my face.

I tried to relax.

I was a slave… and I wanted to be a slave.

"Breathe deeply, you whore. Breathe… sink lower… lower… lower."

His repetition was a magnet. I heard his words and they echoed in my head.

"Yeah… yeah… now you're ready… now you're a slave… a cheap, no-good slave.,. my slave… "

I was his slave. My body was no longer my own, My mind was no longer in control. I was his slave.

I felt the limpness of my breasts pressing against his legs, the hardness of his groin pressing into my face.

I felt his legs as they moved together, rolling my breasts back and forth over them, kneading the flesh against the coarse material of his slacks. It scratched, it scraped… but I felt good.

I pressed myself harder against his legs by arching my back.

"You filthy bitch!" I heard him say. "You filthy slut. You cunt-sucking slave… "

I heard him… "Cunt sucking slave," he had said. I suddenly wanted to suck cunt. I suddenly wanted to bury my face into the folds of another woman's cunt. I wanted to feel the hardness of her clit. I wanted to feel the wetness of her canal.

I spun around, a madwoman. I had only one thought. I had to have the taste of pussy in my mouth.

I spied the nude form of Lana.

I pounced on her, knocking her to the floor, much to her sudden shock and surprise.

I ripped her legs apart and sunk my face into her wet pussy.

My tongue lashed out at her, stroking her tight slit, wetting it, prying it, pushing, prodding.

"Ugh!" I heard myself gasp as the thongs landed on my back again.

The feeling was like a bolt of electricity. It charged my whole being. It drained restraint. It drained logic.

It inflamed and fed desire. I was no longer feeling sensual.

I was depraved once again.

I tore her legs apart and took her pussy between my lips. I pressed my teeth to it. I nipped at it.

She squirmed under me. I could not tell whether she was enjoying it or trying to escape. I did not care.

I pressed my fingers into her crack and forced the lips of her love hole apart. The pink skin of her pussy blinded me. It drew me.

I fell on it with my mouth. I licked and lapped at it, wetting it with the saliva flowing from my mouth. I raised from her for air and the shiny saliva continued to bind us.

"Eat it, slave!" I heard Bruce saying. "Eat it… eat it… "

I fell back to my task. My appetite was becoming ravenous. I could not get enough of Lana. I was crazed.

Greedily I lapped at her crack, running my tongue up and down the length of it. I found her clit and sucked on it, hungrily, rolling it between my pursed lips, tugged on it with them. I pushed on it with my tongue. I bent it way out and up, forcefully.

As I did so, I felt her raise her legs and her cunt higher, in efforts to relieve the pressure.

"Oh, don't," I heard her whimpering. "Don't do that. I can't stand that, I can't take it, please… "

"Don't stop you bitch, if you know what's good for you," I heard Bruce cut in.

I obeyed him.

I renewed my efforts. I massaged her clitoris with my tongue, with my lips, with my chin, pressing it back as hard as I could.

I opened my eyes and saw Bruce's form in front of me. He was straddling Lana's head. He had stripped down to his briefs.

His long cock was resting horizontally, poking its way around to his hip. His swollen balls rested deep in the crotch of the sheer material.

The sight of it shot flames of lust all through me. I was driven on with taunting urgency.

I saw Lana's head raised between his legs, latched on to his underside, her tongue darting from her painted lips, over the material.

The material itself was stained from her lipstick. Reminding me of blood… My head reeled.

I felt the bite of the thongs. I smelled the material. The cloth he offered me was laden with something which was becoming sweet smelling, easier to breathe; I inhaled.

I felt myself failing… falling… falling.

I was unconscious. I could not move.

Yet I could hear everything. I could feel every- But I could not move.

I felt the body scramble out from under me. I heard the sounds of bodies rearranging themselves.

"Okay," I heard a male voice say. "She's all yours. Let's see what you can do with her. You've probably got about ten minutes. Get to it."

I heard the familiar swish of the thongs.

I heard the familiar whimper. But it was not mine.

"Oh baby, don't hit so hard, please," I heard the girl say. "It hurts."

"It's supposed to," Bruce said. "You saw how she liked it. You can learn, too."

I smelled the sweetness again and I drank it in. I felt it permeate my whole body, stripping it of movement, stripping it of any motion.

Lying there. Drained. Unconscious. I was a willing slave.

I was an eager slave.

Whizz! went the thongs through the air.

"Ow! Please… you'll mark me… "

"You want this cock, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then shut your fucking mouth. Don't you tell me what to do. I give the orders here!"

Whizz! came the sound of his whip.

"Ungh!" the body responded. It, too, was becoming submissive. It, too, was tasting the joy of submission in its early stage. I wanted to move. I wanted to join the couple there with me. I wanted to fondle cock. I wanted to taste it.

But I couldn't. I was unconscious.

My legs were moving apart. Wider… wider!

"Oh, look at her pussy," the feminine voice said. "It's all red and wet."

"Probably got itself plowed this afternoon," he said. "Smell it!"

After a pause, he went on, "Well, was she?"

"I can't tell," she said, softly.

"Don't you know the smell of cock? Don't you know what a man smells like?"

"She's probably cleaned her cunt out," the voice answered back.

She was right. I had cleaned it out. I had cleaned out good. I was fresh and ready to start again.

My cunt started to warm and I realized her tongue was inside my pussy.

Mentally I spread my legs. Physically, I lay there, immobile.

I felt its warmth in my canal. I wanted to push it out toward her. I wanted to lift it to her.

But I couldn't move.

"She certainly is wet," the delicate voice commented.

"She's a slut! She's a fucking whore-slave. That's why. You'll be that way, soon, you knew, he said to her.

Somehow the thought angered me. I didn't want to share my man with anyone. My man, I had not yet had him. He had me, under his spell, in his power.

The gentle pulling sensation of her mouth crept over me. I could feel my lax pussy slipping into 114 her mouth. I could feel the hardness of her lips puckering on me. I could feel the sharpness of her teeth biting into me.

"Ummmm, that's good," I heard her say.

"You fucking queer cunt. You really like that, don't you?"

There was no answer.

Whizz! Cra-ack! The thongs were alive.

"You like that, don't you?" the voice repeated, hard, commanding.

"Yes… "

"Yes what?"

Whizz! again the vicious sound of punishment.

"Yes, sir!"

"That's better. Now suck. You wanted a cunt to play with; now play, eat!"

Whizz! the whip bit into her flesh.

The heat crept into my channel.

I felt my clit being pressed, as I had earlier pressed hers.

"Do you think she knows what's going on?" I heard her ask.

"Pinch her tit!"

I didn't feel anything.

"Yeah, she's awake. She's feeling. She knows."

"How can you tell?" she asked.

"Never mind! Suck! Work that pussy! Let me see how far out you can suck that cunt!"

I felt the warmth again. I felt the gentle tugging sensation in my crotch. I felt the tingling Sensation from my clit as it was massaged.

I tried to wiggle my hips. I tried to lift them.

"Oh-oh," I heard him say.

And the sweetness was in my nostrils again. I breathed deeply, relaxed; completely relaxed!

I was floating in an endless black sea. I could see nothing. I could hear everything. I could move nothing. I could feel all the fantastic sensations.

"Like that?" I heard him ask, his voice husky, tense.

I wanted to answer him.

"Yes," I heard the soft, muffled voice answer.

I continued to feel the sensations emanating from my cunt. They were delicious. It felt like my cunt was being dragged along a velvet carpet. Millions of little needles poked every inch of my hole…

My lips were hyper-sensitive. I could feel the wetness of her saliva dripping off them. I felt the alternating hot and cold of her breath as she probed me with her mouth.

I could feel the deliciously ecstatic pain as she bit my clit. I wanted to scream.

I was unconscious.

"How's this look to you?" he asked her.

"Oh, that's beautiful! Can I suck it?"

"Do you want to?"

"Yes… oh, yes."

"What will you do for it?"

"Anything, anything you ask!"

"Suck my balls?"

"Yes!"

"My ass?"

"Yes!"

"My ass?"

"Yes! I love the taste of ass holes."

"Eat my shit?"

"Ye… yes… "

"What will you do with it?"

"Suck it," she moaned, "And what else?"

"Eat it!"

"And what else?"

"Fuck it!"

"And what else?"

"Sit on it!"

"What will you do to get it? Beg for it?"

"Yes, beg for it."

Whizz! whistled the whip.

"Owwwww… "

"Beg!"

"Please. Please let me suck your cock!"

"Please what?"

"Let me suck your cock!"

"Who am I?"

"My master! Yes, my master!"

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock, master!"

"That's better. Now take it. Just the head, and hold still. That's it. Don't move. Hold it."

"Ugmfh!"

"Swallow! Swallow it. Drink it! Drink it! Drink it all!! don't want you to drop a drop of me!"

I heard the harsh sounds of gasping gulps. I knew what was happening.

I tried to see it in my foggy mind. Bruce was on his knees, legs spread, his mammoth cock standing out.

On her knees in front of him was a young girl, Lana, the head of his cock lodged in her throat, or her mouth. Her lips pursed tightly around it, locking it in her.

I could see her throat contorting, the muscles contracting, pulling the hot liquid into her, over and over, gulp after gulp.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No."

"Now how do you feel?"

"Ah… "

"How?"

"Cheap."

"How else?"

"Low."

"Why?"

"Because I drank your piss. Because I'm a slave. Because I want your cock."

"Well, before you get some more cock, how about getting your fucking face back in that cunt and clean it out. It's dripped quite a bit of juice and there ought to be something there for you."

Again, the sweet smell filled my head. I breathed deeply, the fragrance exciting my senses.

I felt the mainspring of oblivion tightening and then begin to unwind. I imagined myself to be spinning on a disk, my legs and arms outspread, my cunt gaping open, the force of my swirls pulling my tits upward and the momentum of my movements forcing my juices from me in warm gushes.

I moaned softly as I felt the soft, wet tongue slithering through the hot, juicy folds of my cunt. Lapping at the warm, tasty cream that oozed from my convulsing hole.

"Oh, she's coming," I heard her voice cry out.

"Well, don't tell me about it cunt. Lap it up. I want to watch you suck out all of her come. I want you to swallow her pussy juice. Now, get to it. Lick her cunt, suck the come from her hole and then swallow it!"

The tongue complied with his order. I felt it once again swirling around inside my swollen pussy, plunging deep into my hole, drawing out the juice that chose to remain inside.

Afterward, she ran her tongue up and down the length of my gash, lapping up the fluids that remained. Wave after wave of pleasure beat at the shore of my cunt until I could stand no more. And still, she continued, lashing me with her delicious, young tongue.

The convulsions of my climax ended slowly, very slowly; the movements of her tongue stopped. The waves became gentle and the spinning inside my head came to a halt.