Story Repost: "The Lottery Winner" Ch.1-10 [bd,con,m/fffff...]

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The following wasn't written by me, but with luck someone will ID this
brilliant writer :) I'm reposting it because I discovered my copy was
missing Chapter 25, resulting in a long Dejanews search on my part. Now
that I've found it I thought I'd let everyone else that needs to
complete their collection.

Note 1: This story as posted contains 46 chapters, which doesn't finish
the story. From what I understand the author decided to attempt to
finish it comercialy (and good for him, imho).

Note 2: The text has gone through numerous tortures due to format
changes (DOS->usenet->dejanews->MAC), and this is the best I could
restore it to readability :/

Note 3: No reposts on my part. I'm posting this in 10 chapter chunks.

Note 4: If you're the author and don't want this story re-posted, I'm
truly sorry and if so notified I won't do it again. However, if you've
finished it I'll gladly buy the remaining chapters from you :)

Now, onwards!

THE LOTTERY WINNER

Chapter 1 Hobby

What does a hundred million dollars buy? Want to Ţnd out? Just win the
lottery. Thatąs what I did.
My name is Paul Reiner. I hit the biggest pot in U.S. history-by
myself. Knowing what a lovely target that made me I carefully set up
several smoke screens and promptly fell off the face of the planet.
Discreet inquires found a lovely little Victorian monstrosity for me to
live in, complete with staff, pool, and obligatory stone statuary. I
bought an expensive sports car. Superb electronic toys. The best in
food and wine. And I quickly got to the point of total boredom. So I
took a trip to Tahiti. Then Europe. The Bahamas. Mexico. And I grew
more bored. I met many women, had a few ţings. Got more bored. By the
end of the second year Iąd seen and done everything Iąd ever wanted to
do. All my dreams were fulŢlled.
It was horrible. Everything was so easy I didnąt want to do anything. I
lost the friends Iąd had before the lottery and failed to make any new
ones. I started sleeping longer to pass the time quickly. I drove my
household staff to distraction. When the gardener quit I took over for
him. When the maid quit I did her job too.
Only my cook stayed, an old lady on the slippery side of eighty. She
had a sharp tongue and took no foolishness from me. I really liked her.

Toward the end of the third year she passed away. I made sure she had a
Ţne funeral, not too lavish (Iąd learned that much, at least), but more
than sheąd put aside for herself.
Aside from me only a handful of people came. When the service ended I
went home and cried myself to sleep. I spent several weeks sunk in
gloom and doom. Too depressed to make much effort I ordered so much
pizza the pizza parlor started delivering them without my calling. I
put on twenty pounds too much and thought about drinking. It seemed too
stupid, somehow.
One day my sense of self-preservation rebelled. Here I was, probably
one of the richest men in the world (as far as discretionary income
went), and I wasnąt having any fun! That just wasnąt right! So I looked
around for a hobby. Most people collect things like cars, art, or
jewelry. That was too easy. I decided to collect something really
challenging.
Sex slaves.
To make it interesting (and legal) I set some strict guidelines. First
and foremost the girl had to be willing and enter the arrangement with
full knowledge and consent.
Second, she had to be intelligent, witty, and charming in addition to
being submissive. Third, I would take only one girl of each major
somatype. One blonde, one brunette, one red-head, one oriental, one
black, etc. And to make things genuinely difŢcult, the girl had to be a
virgin, between eighteen and twenty-two years of age, new to sex
slavery. That, I Ţgured, would make things difŢcult enough to be
interesting. After all, if somethingąs worth doing, itąs worth
over-doing, right? So I began.

Chapter 2 Search

The Ţrst step was to get myself into shape. A careful program of weight
lifting, running, aerobics, and some less formal exercises had the
weight off gradually.
Meanwhile I started to explore the underworld of sexual slavery,
bondage, and its related specialties. Always bizarre, often ominous,
and occasionally downright sick, this erotic substrata of the human
soul proved fascinating. I found it has many different layers and
branches in all directions. An unwary traveler may often Ţnd they have
gone deeper than they ever intended, and lose themselves in the strange
pleasures to be found there. Sometimes they never come back.
The world of bondage is a strange blend of danger and trust, excitement
and pain, pleasure and denial. Move far enough in one direction and you
Ţnd yourself entering some new aspect.
Sadomasochism, for example, is the darkest deepest pit in the world of
sex slavery. Here itąs no longer a game, here the pain is real, torture
is ascendent.
Other aspects include physical restraint, mild pain, enemas, łkidnap˛
games, sexual torment by orgasm denial, and a hundred others. I
oriented myself, setting the boundaries of what I would require my
slaves to do and what I wouldnąt. I prepared a contract that explained
the duties of the slave and what I could force them to do. I also
bought sex toys, bondage gear, punishment tools, and all the gadgets
near and dear to the hearts of bondage devotees. I Ţtted out my
basement as a dungeon, and several of the bedrooms were redecorated in
Modern Rape. One of the bathrooms I remodeled into an enema parlor for
less than willing slaves. A second became a sensory deprivation tank.
The library annex became Ţlled with all manner of bondage erotica,
tapes, books, and magazines. As a coup de gras I installed a color
closed circuit television system covering the bedrooms, the two modiŢed
bathrooms, the library and the dungeon. Various other cameras covered
the outside, like the statuary garden. It had full stereo sound and
hooked to a bank of VCRąs. It set me back about forty-thousand dollars,
but would probably be worth itąs weight in raw pornographic material.
Finally, I began the search for my harem. My explorations had turned up
several contact magazines which I placed ads. I put discreet ads in
several łmen˛ magazines for women, and even one major lingerie/sex toy
catalog. I advertised in as many European and Asian sex magazines as I
could Ţnd. I made quiet contact with inţuential Ţgures in the adult
magazine industry. The word spread. Someone was looking for young
virgins to become sex slaves. They had to be smart, pretty, and full
willing. Someone who had money was willing to spend it to Ţnd a harem
of inexperienced, young, docile women to do lewd and perverted things
to their bodies. The response was nothing short of astounding. By the
end of the Ţrst month over a thousand responses poured in. The volume
doubled the next month, and doubled again the third month. By the
second week I had to buy a computer and a pair of large Ţling cabinets
to keep track of them all. I carefully entered vital statistics and
Ţled letters and accompanying photos away where I could Ţnd them again
in a hurry. During the last month it took twelve hours a day just to
read and Ţle the letters. It was a tough job, but somebody had to do
it! After the third month volume slackened sharply, to about a hundred
letters a week. After six months the responses stopped altogether. All
told: 8,326 responses. 1,202 turned out to be instantly rejectable
which left 7,124 genuine responses.
The bulk of responses came from the United States. The next largest
chunk came from Asia, mainly Japan and Hong Kong. Only a smattering
were from Europe, with most of those from Scandinavian countries like
Sweden and Denmark.
Seven thousand responses was a gargantuan pile of work. I dove in
gleefully. All 7,124 respondents got letters back. The biggest headache
was actually deciding who should be rejected. Sometimes it was easy,
like the lady who was 53 years old. Most of the time it wasnąt. How do
you reject someone who has offered to become your slave? Especially
when the girl is mouth-wateringly beautiful? But if I was to actually
assemble a harem it had to be done.
In the end it got ridiculous. I remember one girl was rejected because
she had short hair. I rejected others because I didnąt like their
photograph, or I didnąt care for their letter, or they just didnąt
appeal to me. To those girls I sent my sincere apologies. It was a
carefully worded form letter that I tried to make as complimentary as
possible. I hoped it didnąt make anyone angry or feel rejected.
The Ţrst pass cut all but Ţve hundred applicants. To these Ţve hundred
a second letter went out, explaining (in slightly more detail) that I
was looking for a sex slave who would be required to do what she was
told, which might include sexual activities she would Ţnd shocking,
distasteful, or humiliating.
While she would never be in danger of physical injury or severe pain,
mild pain (such as spanking) could and probably would be administered
to her. This time I got three hundred responses. The others decided
that it really didnąt appeal to them after all. To these 300 I sent a
third letter. This time I stated ţat out that during part of her day
sheąd be vulnerable to łrape˛, i.e. forced sex. If she refused she
could be restrained and compelled to perform.
This condition chilled all but 73 applicants. To those I sent a
cassette tape, picture, and short letter. The tape was a ten minute
introduction about myself to let the girls hear my voice. The letter
told them to use the tape to make a similar introduction about
themselves, and to include two sexual fantasies, their favorite, and
one they enjoyed thinking about but considered too wild to actually do.
I also enclosed an afŢdavit for them to sign, indicating they
understood exactly what I was offering, and that they not only agreed
but eagerly volunteered for it.
The afŢdavit said, in part, łIf selected I understand that from 6 P.M.
to 6 A.M. of every day I will become a sexual slave. I understand that
I will have no control over how my body will be used, that if I resist
in any manner I may be physically restrained and forced to submit. The
prospect of this excites me and I further understand that no actual
harm, severe pain, or risk of pregnancy or infection will be inţicted
on me. During the periods of my slavery I waive any and all possibility
of my being raped.˛ Surprisingly, I got back all 73 afŢdavits, with
taped fantasies. Now the selection process became painful. All the
remaining Ţnalists were really attractive in one way or another, and
each I felt would make an excellent slave girl. Listening to the tapes
made me impatient to Ţnish things and get to the real meat of the
matter. Since Iąd decided to collect one from each major somatype I had
some help dividing the Ţnalists into manageable chunks. Some categories
had only a few girls, others had over two dozen. With such an
embarrassment of riches I Ţnally made my choices.

Chapter 3 Gathering

From the Ţrst ad to the Ţnal choice seven months passed. I Ţnally
narrowed the cast of thousands down to 12, all from the United States.
With my list of phone numbers, and a checklist of things to say, I sat
down to make the calls.
The Ţrst call was to the Japanese candidate, living in Palo Alto,
California. Her name was Aki Yamoto.
łHello?˛ A quiet voice answered on the second ring. łAki Yamoto,
please.˛
łThis is she.˛
łAki, this is Paul Reiner.
łOh! Hello!˛ Aki sounded ţustered.
łCan you speak freely?˛ I asked, feeling my gut tighten. łYes, I am
alone.˛ She sounded nervous too. łCongratulations, Aki. Iąve decided to
accept your application as a sex slave. If youąre still interested,
that is.˛ łOh, I very much interested! Thank you!˛ It sounded like Iąd
just told her sheąd won a million dollars. łI donąt know what to say.˛
She had a heavy accent that made her hard to understand until you got
used to it. łYou realize youąll have to move here to South Carolina,
donąt you? That means youąll have to quit your job, pack up lock,
stock, and barrel, and move here?˛
łI knew that.˛ She said. łI see no problems. You will help with
relocation expenses?˛
łOf course.˛ I said. łI will assume all costs. Just tell me when youąre
ready and a truck will arrive for your things. Thereąll be a plane
ticket for you and your things will be here no later than two days
after you arrive. The only problem might be your car. Have you thought
about it?˛ łIt not much of a car.˛ She admitted. łI no miss it, I just
sell it to car dealer.˛
I grinned, struck by a sudden thought. Casually, I said. łWhat kind of
car do you have?˛
łIt an old green Civic.˛ She said. łWhy?˛ łJust curious.˛ I lied. łYou
like Hondas, then?˛ łIt is affordable. It gets me where Iąm going, so I
no complain.˛ łI bet youąd rather be driving a sports car.˛ I probed.
łSomething small, in, oh, say red?˛
łNo, I not the sports car type.˛ Aki laughed. łTo tell you truth a
Civic suits me just Ţne. I rather my car was blue, and maybe a little
newer, but other than that I satisŢed.˛
łHmm.˛ New blue Civic I scribbled next to her name. łYou arenąt afraid
of ţying, are you?˛
łI donąt know, I never ţown.˛ Aki said. łI donąt think I have any
trouble.˛ łOk, that just about covers everything. Thereąs just one more
question I want to ask you, Aki. How do you feel about all this?˛ łI
donąt know.˛ She answered slowly. łIt like a dream. I keep thinking
this canąt be real. But I want it very much.˛ łAnd Iąm honored you
accepted, Aki. When youąve made your preparations give me a call and
Iąll set everything in motion. Good night, Aki. Sweet dreams, slave
girl.˛ I gave her my phone number. łThank you-master san.˛ She answered
quietly. I hung up, feeling a glow inside. I made a note to send Aki a
thousand dollars to help with her relocating. Then I called the next
girl, the Vietnamese candidate, Thuy Li Min, who also lived in
California, in Los Angeles. łLi Min residence.˛ A manąs voice answered.
Oops. łThuy Li Min, please.˛ I said, hoping my voice didnąt tremble.
This could be a problem.
łJust a moment.˛ There was a mufţed call. After a second a click
sounded as another extension picked up.
łI have it, father.˛ Thuyąs voice said. I recognized it from the tape.
A second click indicated her father (father???) had hung up. łHello,
this is Thuy.˛ She said.
łThuy, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łOh, god! Wait just a
second!˛ There were background noises and the sound of a door closing.
łHi!˛ A breathless voice said. łSorry about that.˛ łYou do recognize
me, donąt you?˛ I asked dryly. łOh, yes! I answered your ad for a sex
slave.˛ łUm, yes.˛ I said, taken aback. I knew Thuy was 18, and still
living at home. But what kind of home? łIąve decided to accept you.˛
łExcuse me?˛
łIąve decided that you are a suitable slave girl. If youąre still
interested, that is.˛
łOh I am! Wow, this is incredible!˛ She exclaimed. łI never thought I
had a chance.˛
łBefore we go on, I have to ask. Are you at least 18 years old? Because
if you arenąt I canąt accept you.˛
łI turned eighteen two months ago.˛ She said. łIąm legally an adult,
and I can do as I please.˛
łDo your parents know about this?˛ I asked. łNo. And they wonąt Ţnd
out, either.˛ Thuy said. łI hope.˛ łHow are you going to explain
leaving home to them?˛ I asked. łI mean, wonąt it make them wonder?˛
łNo.˛ Thuy said. łIąve been hinting about leaving home for some time.
Iąll tell them Iąve gotten a job in South Carolina. Itąll be cool.˛
łJust like that?˛ I wondered aloud. łWell, itąs your life. I wonąt tell
you how to run it-yet.˛ She chuckled with me. łYou will help with the
moving expenses, right?˛ she asked. łYes, Iąll take care of all your
relocation expenses. Tell me when youąre ready, and Iąll have a truck
pick up your things, and send you a plane ticket. Your things will be
here no later than two days after you arrive. The only problem might be
your car.˛
łI donąt have a car.˛ Thuy said. łI drive my momąs.˛ łThen, welcome
Thuy Li Min. I look forward to your call. Sweet dreams, slave girl.˛
And I gave her my phone number.
łThat sounds so sexy, Paul. Sweet dreams.˛ As I hung up it struck me
just what I was doing. In less than a month, if everything went well,
Iąd have a dozen young women at my beck and call. I smiled and called
the third girl.
Mei Wu was the Chinese candidate, and like the other two orientals
lived in California, more speciŢcally San Francisco. Unlike Aki and
Thuy, who came from more or less middle class backgrounds, Mei came
from a wealthy family. She was an admitted female playboy who didnąt
work and needed no Ţnancial assistance.
łHello.˛
łMei Wu, please.˛
łThis is Mei.˛ The girl said cheerfully.
łMei, this is Paul Reiner. Iąm calling to let you know Iąm accepting
your application as a sex slave. If youąre still interested?˛ łVery
much so.˛ She said. She had the faintest British accent, making her
voice lilt pleasantly. łIąm thrilled. In fact Iąm standing here beside
myself.˛ She giggled.
Did you ever notice men chuckle, but women giggle? The sound sent
gratifying shivers through my libido.
łShort Circuit.˛ I accused her. łBen, talking about Stephenie coaxing
Number Five.˛
łRight!˛ Mei sounded surprized. łYou know youąre the Ţrst one who ever
caught that?˛
łIąm so pleased.˛ I laughed. Our Ţrst conversation was going
marvelously. Aki had been pleasant, Thuy incoherent with shock, but Mei
was relaxed, as though we were old friends. I could tell Iąd made a
wise choice. łListen, Mei, Iąm going to have to say a few things, just
to make sure you fully understand what youąre getting into, ok?˛ łGo
ahead. But Iąm fairly sure youąve explained yourself already.˛ łFirst,
youąll live here with me and several other slave girls as part of a
harem. Every night, from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. the next morning you become
my slave. If I want to do something, and you donąt, I win. Is that
clear?˛ łYes, master.˛ Mei said. I could imagine her smiling. My eye
fell on her picture. A warm glow spread through me, as it had with Aki.
This was going to be good!
łOf course, from 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. youąll be free to leave, and no hard
feelings. But at night I can force you to do whatever I want, and
youąll be helpless to resist. Do you understand?˛
łYes, master.˛ Her goodwill was still there, although masked by a sober
tone.
łI might tie you spread-eagle and then have one of your harem sisters
make love to you-in fact that deŢnitely will happen sooner or later.˛
łI understand. And I approve.˛ Not I agree but I approve. This was
deŢnitely a Ţrst rate slave girl!
łIąm glad. Now, about relocation. Any problems?˛ łGive me your address
and I can be there tomorrow afternoon.˛ Mei said. łWow.˛ I said.
łWhatąs the holdup?˛ She laughed, a real appreciative full throated
laugh. I had to join in, even though the joke wasnąt all that funny.
łSeriously, master, I donąt have many things holding me up. What few
affairs I have to wrap up I can do from there as well as from here.˛
łIąll be glad to have you.˛ I gave her my address, and told her Iąd
have a chopper stand by at the Pine Ridge airport to ferry her in.
łNow, thatąs what I call Ţrst rate service.˛ She smiled, and yes, damn
it, I could hear it.
łBe warned, Mei Wu.˛ I said in a mock serious voice, łI intend to put
you to work the instant you arrive, and will at the Ţrst opportunity do
lewd and perverted things to your body.˛
łPromises, promises.˛ She teased mischievously. łIs your slave to scrub
ţoors and wash windows, oh glorious master?˛ łNo.˛ I said, then paused.
The silence at the other end grew awkward. łWell, then what?˛ Mei asked
in good-humored exasperation. łYouąll help me coordinate the relocation
effort for the other slave girls.˛ łNo problem. Iąve had a lot of
experience schedule hopping. It should come in handy. Oh, by the way,
how many other slaves are there going to be?˛ łEleven.˛
łEleven?˛ She asked in amazement, then paused. łOh, I get it. An even
dozen. Are you sure youąre up to having a dozen young nubile slave
girls drooling over your magniŢcent body?˛
łNo.˛ I admitted cheerfully. łItąs a grueling responsibility, but I
shall shoulder it manfully and never shirk-˛ At this point Mei lost it.
Our laughter stretched across a continent.
łListen, Mei, Iąve got to cut this short.˛ I said, still grinning. łI
am really honored by your choosing to become my slave. Iąll do
everything in my power to insure you never regret it. Are you sure
weąve covered everything?˛ łSure am. Iąll be at Pine Ridge by three
oąclock.˛ łIąll make sure the helicopter is standing by. Sweet dreams,
my little slave girl. And hereąs a thought to sleep on, youąll lose
your virginity tomorrow night.˛
łI hear you, master, and obey.˛ Mei murmured softly. łGoodbye, Mei.˛
łGoodbye, master.˛ As I hung up the phone a wild exultation raged
through me. I threw back my head and whooped. I hadnąt felt this way
since the day Iąd won the lottery.
I just hoped this turned out better than that had. The next call was to
Seattle, Washington, to the black candidate. łHello?˛ A low husky voice
answered.
łGina Washington, please.˛
łIąm Gina.˛
łGina, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łOh! Sure. How are
you?˛
łIąm Ţne. Listen, the reason I called is to let you know Iąve decided
youąll make a terriŢc sex slave. If youąre still interested, that is.˛
łI-uh-yeah. Iąm interested.˛ Her voice actually trembled. łAre you ok,
Gina?˛ I asked.
łIąm ok. Scared out of my shoes, but otherwise Iąm Ţne.˛ łThereąs
nothing to be afraid of.˛ I let my voice warm up. łIf you donąt want to
do this we can stop it right here.˛ łNo! I mean, Iąm Ţne. I want to do
this, itąs just itąs so sudden, you know?˛
łI understand. Listen, weąll take it as slowly as you like. I want to
ask you a few questions if thatąs all right?˛ łSure.˛
łYou realize youąll have to move out here? That means quitting your job
and probably selling your car. Iąll take care of all your relocation
expenses, of course.˛
łOf course.˛ She echoed numbly. łListen, can I have a while to think
this over? This is a big step and I donąt want to rush into it.˛ łTake
all the time you need.˛ I said, feeling her slipping off the hook. łDo
you have any questions youąd like me to answer?˛ łUm, well, let me
think.˛ Static crackled for several seconds. łCan I bring my dog?˛
łI didnąt know you had a dog. What kind is it?˛ łJust a mixed up mutt.
Heąs not very big.˛ łOf course you can bring him, Gina. Iąd never dream
of separating you from your pet. Whatąs his name?˛
łSocks. Heąs adorable, youąll really like him. Uh, you like dogs, donąt
you?˛
łVery much.˛ I answered. łI had a dog named Juki when I was a kid. When
he died it hurt me so much Iąve never been able to get another one.˛
łIąm sorry. I didnąt mean to bring up painful memories.˛ łIt was a long
time ago. I grieved for him, now I can remember the good times.˛ There
was an awkward silence.
łAre you still there, Gina?˛ I asked, more to break the silence than
anything else.
łYes, Iąm still here. Sorry.˛
łNo problem. Listen, thereąs something I wanted to ask you. You can
tell me to mind my own business if you want, but I am curious.˛ łWhat
is it?˛
łWell, just why do you want to become a slave girl? Being black, Iąd
think youąd be rather sensitized in the opposite direction.˛ łThatąs
kind of hard for me to answer.˛ Gina said slowly. łThe thought of being
helpless while someone makes love to me is very exciting. I donąt
really know why. And the thought of being forced to do it sends jolts
through me. Does that sound crazy?˛
łNot in the slightest.˛ I assured her. łYou realize there will be other
slave girls in the harem with you?˛
łNo, I didnąt.˛ Gina said.
łDoes that bother you? Would you feel threatened or humiliated by
them?˛ łNo, I donąt think so. At least thereąd be someone to talk to.˛
łHalf of each day youąll be free as a bird. Youąll be able to come and
go as you please. The rest of the time youąll be at my mercy. If I want
to fuck you up the ass while youąre bound over a chair I will. If I
tell you to make love to another slave girl youąll either do it or be
whipped. Does that frighten you?˛
łYes.˛ She answered. łBut it excites me too. I want to be your slave,
Paul, but Iąm scared. Let me have some time to think it over.˛ łTake
all the time you need. Call me when you reach a decision. You can even
use my dime.˛
łExcuse me?˛
łYou can call collect.˛ I gave her my phone number, wondering if sheąd
be insulted by the offer. Ever since the funeral Iąd been very careful
about offering anyone money. Some people resented it. łThank you.
Listen, Socks is begging for his dinner, so Iąd better go. Iąll call
you soon, whichever way I decide. Ok?˛ łFine, Gina. Whichever way you
decide, I think youąre a remarkable lady, and Iąm glad to have talked
with you. Pleasant dreams, and make the decision that will leave you
the happiest.˛
łYouąre very kind. Thank you.˛ Her voice lit up. We said goodbye and I
hung up the phone.
Gina represented a challenge. I didnąt know which way sheąd jump. I
doubted even she knew at this point.
I decided Iąd have time for two more girls, who were in the Mountain
time zone.
Rachel Two-Feathers lived in Tucson with her parents. She was a full
blooded Apache. Sheąd been the only American Indian to apply, so I
wanted her badly. My collecting instincts, Iąm afraid, overcame my
sense. łHello.˛
łRachel Two-Feathers, please.˛
łThis is Rachel.˛
łRachel, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łIąm afraid not.˛
She said slowly.
łYour parents are about.˛ I guessed.
łYes.˛ Racheląs tone was carefully casual. łShould I call back later?˛
łItąs a bit late, we were about to go to bed. Why donąt you try back
tomorrow morning, say about ten?˛
łI understand. Oh, by the way, congratulations. Iąll talk to you
tomorrow at ten.˛
łGoodbye.˛
łGoodbye.˛ I sat the phone down. That had been interesting. Sheąd very
smoothly handled a delicate situation and gave me a new contact time.
Rachel had possibilities. Ah, well. Next!
łJahrain residence.˛ A cultured male voice with a stiff and proper
British accent answered.
łAlima Jahrain, please.˛ I said. Alima was the Arabic candidate,
daughter of a man who had about half as much money as I did. The voice
on the other end of the phone was undoubtedly attached to a very proper
English butler of the old school.
łMiss Jahrain is indisposed this evening, sir. May I tell her who
called for her, please?˛ I raised one eyebrow, debating what I should
do. Shrugging I said.
łPaul Reiner.˛
łVery good, sir. I have been instructed that your call was expected.
One moment please. Miss Jahrain will be with you shortly.˛ łThank you.˛
Your call was expected? Cocky little minx, wasnąt she? It would be
interesting to see how she reacted to being gagged and blindfolded.
Suddenly a light on the base of my phone started ţashing red. Hmm, I
thought to myself, this is getting interesting. In a moment of rampant
paranoia Iąd bought phone tap detection equipment. That little red
light meant that someone or something was listening in. łYour slave
awaits your pleasure, master.˛ Alimaąs voice wafted over the phone
line. She had a very sexy, sultry voice and an introductory tape that
had aroused my interest, along with other things. łAre you aware that
your phone is tapped?˛ I asked mildly. łWhat?˛ She asked blankly. Iąd
caught her completely by surprize. łYour phone is being monitored.˛ I
repeated. łShit.˛ She said disgustedly. łAnd I thought this was a clean
line. Are you sure?˛
łWell, no, but thatąs what my gadget is telling me. Since this is the
Ţrst time itąs complained Iąd be inclined to believe it.˛ łDamn, damn,
damn.˛ She seemed more annoyed than dismayed. łI take it youąre used to
this?˛ I inquired with interest. łYes. It must be my father. No one
else would dare.˛ łPerhaps someone trying to blackmail you?˛ łNo.˛ She
said, amused. łDeŢnitely my father.˛ łWould it do any good to call
back, do you think?˛ I asked, liking the crazy feel of the situation.
Whoever was monitoring would certainly know what Alima was up to.
łNo. I donąt care if he does know.˛ The Arabic girl said decisively.
łWe can speak freely.˛
łAs you wish. Congratulations, you made it, if youąre still
interested.˛ łYou mean Iąm to be part of your harem?˛ Alima squeaked
excitedly. I winced. Whoever was monitoring just hit the jackpot.
Probably running straight to daddy. I wondered who else had been
expecting this call? łAlima, since youąve just spilled the beans to
whoever is listening we might as well make sure we understand one
another. Ok?˛ łYes, master.˛ Alima said. I sighed. Alima giggled.
łFirst of all, youąll be expected to live here in South Carolina with
me and the other slave girls. Second, youąll be free to leave during
the hours of 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. However, during the other half of the day
youąll be a total and complete sex slave. Do you understand?˛ łYes,
master.˛
łDuring the periods of your slavery the word Śnoą will disappear from
your vocabulary. If you refuse, I can force you to do whatever I like.
You will yield every bodily oriŢce to me or any partner I specify. You
will spend much of your time bound, gagged, and/or blindfolded.˛ łIf
you donąt please me you will be punished. I guarantee the punishment
will be something youąll strive to avoid in the future. It might be a
paddle, or a whip, a large enema, some sex act you Ţnd degrading, or
being humiliated in front of the other girls. Do you understand that?
łI understand, master.˛ Alima said, a triţe impatiently. łDo you also
understand that a slave girl should never, under any circumstances, be
insolent?˛
It went right past her.
łOf course, master.˛ She said. I rolled my eyes. łAssuming, of course,
that youąll be permitted to come, what time can I expect you?˛
łAssuming Iąll be permitted-˛ Alima erupted. łWhoąs going to stop me?˛
łYour father comes to mind.˛ I answered dryly. łAfter he hears this
tape Iąd imagine youąll be rather too tied up to get away-or even
move.˛ łI do as I like!˛ The girl fumed. łNobodyąs going to stop me!˛ I
chuckled. This was a humble little slave girl begging her master to
accept her? Right. łWhy do you want to be a slave, Alima? You donąt
strike me as the humble type. Iąd think the thought of being helpless
and ordered about would irritate you.˛
łNot if the man was strong enough.˛ Alima said. łTo be taken and used
by someone too powerful to resist is very appealing to me. Iąve never
met anyone like that.˛
Oh ho! Here was the challenge Iąd been seeking. łThat attitude is
likely to get you into trouble, Alima. Fair warning.˛ łIf you really
are my master, youąll know how to handle me.˛ Alima said. Hmm. That was
a thought. I wonder what Daddy would make of that. Of course, if Alima
was as spoiled as she sounded, maybe heąd be glad of some helpŠ łWhen
can you come?˛ I asked.
łItąll take me some time to get organized.˛ Alima said. łA week.˛
łFine, Iąll see you then. Goodbye.˛
łGoodbye, master.˛ There was a click. My little red light continued to
ţash.
łHi there.˛ I said conversationally. łYou might as well pick up, I can
see you breathing. Oh, come now. Stop sulking and talk to me.˛ I
coaxed. łWhatąs a little voyeurism between friends?˛ Nothing happened
for a moment and I was just reaching for the cutoff when a click made
me pause. The little red light stopped ţashing.
łGood evening, Mr Reiner.˛ An urbane male voice, with a slight accent
said. I jumped, I hadnąt really been expecting anyone to answer. It
felt like Ţnding a snake in your bed. Cold and creepy. łGood evening,
Mr Jahrain.˛ I said, hazarding a guess. It couldnąt be anyone else.
łAnd how are you this evening?˛
łFine, thank you. And yourself?˛
łKeeping busy.˛ I answered, wondering how long I could keep up this
farce. Alimaąs father saved me the trouble.
łYou seem to have found a novel way to amuse yourself, Mr Reiner.˛ łYou
donąt know how truly you speak, sir.˛ I said ruefully. łUnlike you, I
have no business interests to keep me occupied. Iąve had to develop a
hobby to cure a terminal case of boredom.˛
łIąve been aware of your hobby for some time.˛ łReally?˛ I asked, not
bothering to hide my surprize. łI didnąt realize it would interest
anyone else.˛
łOh, yes. Youąve made quite a stir. Such novel pastimes, when pursued
with massive capital outlay ring loud alarm bells. Iąm sure every
police agency in the country is aware of your activities. As is the
FBI.˛ łThank you for that information, Mr Jahrain.˛ I said, stalling.
łI do wonder why you felt like imparting it.˛ He was right, damn it.
When big money begins to move, the Feds have a nasty habit of sticking
their collective noses in.
łLetąs just say I view your hobby with a tolerant eye. After all, I
could have prevented my daughter from contacting you.˛ łBut you didnąt.
Tell, me, is she as-independent-as she sounds?˛ He chuckled. łOh, yes.
It becomes quite trying at times. It will prove instructive if you
manage to tame her. Do you really plan to keep her under lock and key?˛
łFor half the day anyway.˛ I agreed. łYou realize if she comes here she
wonąt remain a virgin? And with her outlook sheąs likely to be punished
often?˛
łMy daughterąs virginity is her own affair. Unlike my forefathers,
todayąs men donąt seem to place that high a value on virginity. Her
stay with you wonąt impair her value when she is to marry. As for the
other, well, it might change her perspective. That can only improve.˛
łMay I say, sir, I Ţnd your outlook to be refreshingly practical. Iąve
enjoyed our talk. It has resolved many things and hopefully prevented
any unfortunate misunderstandings.˛
łI agree. Good-bye, sir and may my daughter prove less troublesome to
you than she has to me.˛
łThank you, Mr Jahrain. Good-bye and good fortune to you.˛ I hung up
and sat back with a whoosh! of leather.
Alima was deŢnitely going to be interesting. As in the ancient Chinese
curse. Checking my watch I found it was too late to call more
candidates. They were scattered across the country and theyąd probably
be fast asleep. Mr Jahrain had one point though. Iąd been careless and
without a doubt riding with far too high a proŢle. One slip and the
sharks would converge. And if the police knew could the press be far
behind? This would bear some thought.

Chapter 4 Mei

I looked at the problem from several angles. What I was doing wasnąt
illegal, exactly. I had the girlsą permission. The only questionable
thing was the fact that a girl who started a session had to Ţnish it. I
re-read copies of each girląs afŢdavit and pondered. About one in the
morning I Ţnally decided the hell with it. Iąd just have to make sure
each girl knew, before a session started, that she couldnąt back out.
With that in mind I made one Ţnal call, to the Polynesian candidate who
lived in Honolulu. With a Ţve hour time difference it was only eight
oąclock her time.
łHi! This is Tani Koloa. Iąm not at home right now, but if youąll leave
a message at the tone Iąll return your call as soon as possible.
Aloha!˛ Beep. łTani, sorry I missed you. This is Paul Reiner. Iąm just
calling to congratulate you. Iąve decided to accept-˛ At that point
there was a confused burst of noise, followed by a feedback squeal.
łHi! Wait a minute!˛ Taniąs voice was loud and hurried. There was a
crash followed by a yowl and I heard Tani say she was sorry to someone.
łHi, Paul! Sorry about that, I just got home. Ginger! Stop that! Oh,
what a day! Hi!˛
łDo you normally start a conversation this way?˛ I asked, chuckling.
łOh, no. Itąs been one of those days. There, now Iąm settled! What were
you saying?˛
łI was saying, congratulations, Tani. If youąre still interested, you
have a place in my harem as a slave girl.˛
There was silence on the other end.
łTani?˛ I asked, fearing weąd been disconnected. łHello?˛ łYes, Iąm
still here. Iąm-overwhelmed. What a perfect way to Ţnish today!˛ Her
voice was ecstatic, I donąt think she noticed the sarcasm. łI take it
you are interested.˛
łOh, yes! Very much.˛
łYou realize youąll have to leave Honolulu and move to South Carolina?˛
łI realize that.˛
łHow long do you think it will take you to settle your affairs? Iąll
pay for your relocation, of course.˛
łOh, gosh. Um, I donąt know. A month?˛
łA month? Hmm.˛ I mused.
łIs that too long?˛ She asked anxiously. łI have to give my boss two
weeks notice, and Iąll need to sell my car, and notify my landlord, and
oh! what about Ginger?˛
łWhoąs Ginger?˛ I asked.
łMy cat.˛
łUh, bring her along. Iąm not the kind of person to separate a woman
and her cat.˛
łOh, thank you! Iąll be as quick as I can I promise!˛ łWhoa, slow down
Tani! Iąm sure youąve got a lot to do. A month will be Ţne. Call me
when youąre ready and Iąll arrange to ţy you and your things out here.
Oh, I guess I should warn you that one of the girls is bringing her dog
with her. Howąs Ginger feel about dogs?˛ łShe doesnąt like them.˛ Tani
said.
łHmm.˛ I said again. łOh, well, weąll work something out. Listen, itąs
one thirty in the morning here and Iąm ready to keel over. Let me let
you go and you give me a call when youąre ready.˛ I gave her my number.
She agreed and I hung up the phone and staggered off to bed.

The next morning I didnąt wake up till ten. Remembering Iąd promised to
have a helicopter standing by for Mei I had a quick breakfast and
called to arrange it.
The rates they charge you wouldnąt believe. By the time Iąd had an
early lunch it was time to call Rachel. łHello?˛ She answered the phone
on the Ţrst ring. Her voice was eager and light.
łHi, Rachel. This is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łYes. Sorry
about last night.˛
łI understand perfectly. I just called to let you know youąve been
accepted as a slave girl, if youąre still interested.˛ łIąm very
interested.˛ Rachel said.
łIt will mean moving to South Carolina to live with me.˛ I warned her.
łAnd youąre to become a sex slave, with heavy emphasis on both sex and
slave.˛ łI understand.˛
łHow will you explain to your parents?˛
łIąm the oldest of six children.˛ Rachel said. łI was planning on
moving out anyway. Thereąll be no problem. Youąll pay for relocation,
of course?˛ łOf course. Just give me a call when youąre ready. Any idea
on when that might be?˛
łIt wonąt take long, two days, three at the most. Thereąs not a lot to
do.˛ łTerriŢc.˛ I gave her my phone number. łCall when youąre ready.
See you in a few days!˛
łSee you.˛ She hung up.
I spent the next two hours going over the other girląs data,
concentrating on Mei and the ones I hadnąt called yet. At two thirty
the sound of a helicopter began to intrude.
It couldnąt be, could it?
Mei was early. Apparently sheąd made Pine Ridge earlier than planned.
Fortunately, I had told the helicopter service their passenger might be
early. It had been wishful thinking on my part, but it seemed to have
paid off.
I rushed out to watch as a gleaming Jet Ranger landed in my spacious
back yard. (Did I forget to mention the house has a hundred and sixty
acres of land around it?)
It was impressive as hell. The sun gleamed off the spinning rotor,
throwing reţections in all directions. As the helicopter settled onto
the emerald grass its engine cut and the rotor spin slowed. I walked
forward, not wanting to show how eager I really was.
I paused a respectful distance from the chopper until the main rotor
Ţnally slowed to a safe speed. Mei waved at me through the windshield.
I waved back.
God, she looked beautiful. I moved forward as the doors opened. The
pilot went to unload her luggage. Later I couldnąt even remember if
heąd been black or white. All my attention was taken by Mei. She
emerged gracefully from the helicopter and walked toward me smiling.
She stopped a few feet away, making a lump in my throat. I wasnąt even
thinking of her as a sex slave, she was literally the most beautiful
woman I had ever seen. I grinned like a loon.
łHello.˛ I managed at last.
łHi.˛ She was wearing a black dress with brown abstract blotches all
over it. The skirt reached to mid-thigh and she had Ţshnet stockings
with ovals cut out on the inner and outer legs. I noticed she was
wearing black high heels. Even so she had to tilt her head back to
watch me. łLet me look at you.˛ I said after a moment. I was smiling so
much it began to hurt. With a smile Mei lifted her arms away from her
body and twirled slowly in place. Every curve was perfect. Her lustrous
black hair fell halfway down her back. As she turned back I noticed she
was wearing silver earrings shaped like chains.
The pilot made a throat clearing noise and Mei said softly. łWeąd
better get my luggage. I think the pilot wants to get back.˛ I blinked
back to reality. łRight. First, weąll get you settled in. Then Iąm
taking you to dinner.˛ I strode past her and grabbed the two large
suitcases that were sitting on the grass. Mei took a smaller overnight
case. The pilot muttered something that sounded envious.
Before we were halfway to the house the Jet Ranger whined and spun up
itąs rotor. I turned to watch, having always loved aircraft of all
kinds. With a wild swirling wind the chopper leaped into the air. I
narrowed my eyes against the wind. Mei turned away, shielding her face
with one hand. łThat man is deŢnitely unhappy.˛ I said to my magniŢcent
companion with a chuckle.
łYou shouldnąt be so cruel, he was really very nice.˛ Mei reproved me.
łAlthough he did keep undressing me with his eyes.˛ łWhat an original
idea!˛ I said. łBut wouldnąt hands have been quicker?˛ Mei gave me a
long appraising look.
łIąm deŢnitely going to like it here.˛ She Ţnally decided. She preceded
me into the house.
łVery nice.˛ She said as we passed through into the living room. łYou
have good taste.˛
łThank you. I canąt take the credit though. The house was like this
when I bought it. How was your trip?˛
łSo so.˛ Mei said, putting her overnight case on the ţoor. I dropped
her bags next to them and motioned her to a chair. łI left San
Francisco at seven thirty this morning. I had to change planes at
Dallas, or I would have been here sooner. They showed the same movie on
both planes, believe it or not.˛
łReally?˛ I asked, settling into a chair across from her. The Ţles Iąd
been studying were stacked on the coffee table between us. łFour hours
of Fatal Attraction.˛ Mei shuddered lightly. łConsidering the
circumstances it was very poor taste.˛
łThereąll be nothing of that here.˛ I said Ţrmly. łJust fun, sun, and
your occasional odd perversion.˛
łVery odd.˛ Mei agreed. łWhatąs that?˛ She gestured to the Ţles.
łBusiness.˛ I said. łI wonąt put you to work just yet, but hereąs
something you might Ţnd interesting.˛ I handed her her own dossier and
leaned back to watch.
Mei looked up. łThis is about me.˛ I nodded. She read the thing,
wincing here, laughing there. Finally she looked up. łThis is weird.
Youąve just handed me a summation of my life, as seen through the eyes
of others. Is this really what I sound like?˛ łYep. And as I Ţnd out
more about you Iąll be adding to it. These others,˛ I nodded to the
stack. łare your harem sisters.˛ łMay I look?˛ Mei asked. I nodded.
łJust the pictures mind, the other material is private.˛ Mei nodded and
looked through the other folders.
łMaster, you have two other oriental girls, but only one of each race
of other girl. Why?˛
łActually, I have one of each. One Japanese girl, one Vietnamese girl,˛
I smiled at Mei. łand one Chinese girl.˛
łYouąre collecting girls!˛ Mei accused me. łOne of each race!˛ łGuilty
as charged.˛ I said, grinning. Mei was stunned by the enormity of it.
łWas I chosen only because I was Chinese?˛ Mei asked. She didnąt look
happy. łHey, wait a minute! Hold it! Mei, believe me, I chose you
because you were the best I could Ţnd.˛
łThe best Chinese girl, you mean.˛ Meiąs tone was bitter. I jumped up.
łI want to show you something. Come here.˛ łIt isnąt six oąclock yet.˛
She snapped. łPlease.˛ I pleaded. After a moment Mei shrugged and stood
up. Silently she followed me to my den.
The den was dominated by a bank of Ţling cabinets. I banged one lightly
with my Ţst as I turned to her.
łIn here are eight thousand letters.˛ I said to the angry girl. łEight
thousand three hundred and twenty-six, to be exact.˛ łSo?˛ Mei asked
challengingly.
łEight thousand letters, Mei. All addressed to me. All in response to
an ad I placed in various places.˛ Mei looked confused. łThe ad you
answered, Mei.˛
łYou got eight thousand responses?˛ Mei asked incredulously. I nodded.
łOf course, to be honest, about a thousand were ads for bondage
magazines, women who wanted to sell photos, and so on. But that still
leaves seven thousand honest to goodness responses.˛
łAnd out of seven thousand women I picked twelve.˛ Mei didnąt look
angry now, she looked uncertain.
łI donąt understand.˛
łThere were only twelve openings, Mei. Yes, I chose one girl from each
race-each somatype, actually, it isnąt exactly the same thing. But in
your case there were Ţve hundred Chinese girls, Mei. Five hundred.˛
łAnd out of that Ţve hundred you chose me.˛ Mei said in a small voice.
łExactly.˛
Mei bit her lip and lowered her head, thinking. When she looked at me
her face was distraught.
łIąm so sorry, master. Please forgive me.˛ Her lower lip trembled, I
thought for a moment she was going to cry. I held my arms out to her.
She ran to me and hugged me tightly.
łThereąs nothing to forgive, little one. Iąm not offended, but I was
afraid I was going to lose you. And after Iąd seen you that would have
hurt.˛ łIąll never go, master. Never.˛ Her arms tightened about me.
łDonąt say that yet.˛ I said soberly, stroking her hair. łYou donąt
know me. I might be some horrible monster. Come, letąs go back to the
living room.˛ I held her as we walked. It felt wonderful to hold her.
She was warm and kind and had come to me because Iąd called. How many
of you out there know what a strong bond affection is? Not lust, not
love. Just ordinary, garden variety affection?
I pulled her down to the couch with me, cradling her and stroking her
hair. She settled against me comfortably, content to be there. łLet me
tell you a story.˛ I said. łItąs about a man who hit the worldąs
largest jackpot. He had everything he ever dreamed of. Fast cars,
money, travel, all the toys that people think will make them happy.˛
łMaster?˛ Mei looked up at me questioningly. łLet me tell my story,
Mei.˛ She nodded, putting her head back against my chest. łThis man
lived in a big house. He had a gardener, and a maid, and a cook. And he
was bored. Bored beyond endurance. He harried his staff. When the
gardener got fed up and quit the man took over for him just to have
something to do. When the maid quit he took over her job too.˛ łBut the
cook stayed. She was old, and sharp-tongued, and none too sweet
tempered. But she was an excellent cook. And he liked her.˛ I took a
deep shuddering breath, and my arms tightened around Mei. Damn, I
thought Iąd done all my grieving. Fighting to control my voice I went
on. łAnd so it went. The man tended the garden, and took care of his
house. And the cook cooked and fussed at him and constantly nagged him
for being lazy and no account. And the man was content.˛ Mei watched me
now, but I didnąt meet her eyes.
łBut the cook was very old. And one day-˛ I stopped, Ţghting to hold
back the tears. łOne day she died. The man saw to her funeral. When it
was over he went back to his house. Alone. All his old friends, from
before the lottery, were gone. He didnąt have any new friends. Just
acquaintances.˛ łAnd so the hours turned into days, and the days into
weeks. He got fat, and ţabby, and was exceedingly sorry he had ever
been born.˛ I looked down at the girl I was holding. There was sympathy
in her eyes, and sorrow. łWhat happened to the man then, master?˛ She
asked. łOne day as he sat in front of the mirror, noticing how fat and
ţabby he was becoming, he thought to himself. I am rich. Rich beyond
the dreams of avarice. I could buy and sell small countries if I
wished. Why then am I so miserable?˛
łAnd you know what he answered?˛ I asked Mei with a smile. She shook
her head, wide eyed, all her attention focused on me. It felt
wonderful. She was like a child wrapped up in the story.
łHe said: I have lost my reason for living. I lie like a dragon on a
golden horde, riches ţowing through my Ţngers. I have so much. But it
doesnąt make me happy.˛
łShould I give it all away then? No, for then I would starve, and be
hungry and miserable at the same time. (He hated being hungry, it made
him irritable).˛
łAnd then inspiration struck. He said: I have so many toys, and I am
miserable, because I have no one to play with me! I am lonely. He
cried. I am alone!˛
łNow he was no ordinary man, for an ordinary man would have been
content to marry a woman he didnąt love, and pretend to be happy.˛
łThis man knew that wasnąt what he wanted. He wanted someone to play
with him. In fact, a whole bunch of someones. To share his toys, to
share his good fortune. He wasnąt cut out to be a dragon, hiding in a
cave. Nor was he a dragon-slayer, a knight in shining armour.˛ I
smiled. łHis armour was dented and rusty. But he had honor of a kind.
So he sent out a call. Come, he said, come and be my sex slaves. Serve
me, and please me and I will share with you wealth beyond your wildest
dreams.˛ łSatisfy my kinkiness and you will lead pampered lives of
pleasure and happiness. Though you must endure pain you will be
rewarded with pleasure a thousand times more. Though humiliated you
will rise ascendent in glory.˛ łAnd they came. Seven thousand strong
they answered. He was stunned, and amazed. With delight he surveyed
them, and with trepidation he sifted through them and it was with great
humility he chose them.˛ łAnd she who came Ţrst was called Mei Wu.˛
Meiąs eyes were shining now, she had been affected by the story,
because she sensed it was true. Her face was inches from mine. Gently,
quietly she stretched up and kissed me. It was affection, not passion.
It was an afŢnity; like recognizing like, an acceptance. A merging of
two entityąs territories. When we broke the kiss and looked at one
another we knew a bond had been forged. łThat was a lovely story,
master. And did the man live happily ever after?˛ Mei asked me.
łHeąs doing his damndest.˛ I answered shakily. She slipped from my arms
and stood up.
łWill you show me my room now? Iąd like to get unpacked and settle in.˛
The magic of the moment faded, gone but never to be forgotten.

Chapter 5 Dinner

łThis place is huge.˛ I explained as I preceded her upstairs. łTwenty
bedrooms, with attached baths, and another twenty rooms for various and
sundry purposes. The third ţoorąs an enormous storage area, and the
basementąs been converted to a real live dungeon.˛ łThis is the master
bedroom.˛ I jerked my head toward my door, my hands being Ţlled with
Meiąs luggage at the time. łDonąt be shocked when you see your room.
Itąs not exactly your standard issue bedroom.˛
łI see what you mean.˛ She said as I swung open the door and staggered
inside.
I had chosen the bedroom closest to mine, since it was empty. Iąd
assign the rest of the bedrooms as the girls arrived, Ţrst come Ţrst
serve. Dominating the room was a huge canopied four-poster bed. Mei
moved to it Ţrst, pulling back the covers.
łSilk sheets.˛ She observed.
łOnly the Ţnest for my slave girls.˛ I said magnanimously. łObserve the
other Ţttings.˛ I held up a length of chrome plated chain ending in a
leather strap. There were four of them, to spread-eagle the girl.
Massive staple rings dotted the bed at various strategic places. łA
waterbed-and with no bafţes.˛ Mei said, sitting on the edge of the
mattress. It heaved under her gently.
łAnd for my viewing pleasure, a closed circuit television camera.˛ I
pointed to the camera sitting undisguised above the door. łFull color
and stereo sound. It can also be patched into a bank of VCRąs.˛ łHome
movies!˛ She exclaimed, delighted. łIt doesnąt bother you?˛ I asked,
pleased. She shook her head. łNo, master.˛ She said.
łUm, Mei.˛ I said. łItąs really delightful, but you arenąt a slave girl
during the day you know. You donąt have to call me master all the
time.˛ łI like the sound of it.˛ Mei said. łOf course Iąll be more
discreet in public. Master.˛ Her eyes twinkled. I bowed my head to her
in defeat. łJust remember, it might be awkward if you did call me that
in public.˛ łDonąt worry!˛ She laughed. łTrust me.˛ Getting up she went
to examine the rest of the room.
The room contained a closet, chest of drawers, desk, and a couple of
comfortable chairs. It was large, almost twenty feet square. Even so,
the bed still consumed the lionąs share of space. łWell?˛ I asked as
she returned. łHow do you like it? Is it acceptable or will it need
some more work?˛
łItąs Ţne, master.˛ Mei said. łItąs not what I expected, but itąs
completely appropriate. Living here is going to be wonderful.˛ She
grabbed a suitcase, which was almost as large as she was, and ţung it
on the bed. I raised my eyebrows, it had been all I could do to carry
two of them. Mei must be a lot stronger than she looked.
łWould you like some help unpacking?˛ I asked. łNo, master, I can
manage.˛ She answered. łItąll just take me a few minutes. Iąd also like
to take a shower and change clothes.˛ łOk. You get ready and Iąll take
you to dinner. In the meantime Iąve got to make some phone calls.˛ I
waved to her and went downstairs. I called the Honda dealership in Pine
Ridge. Yes, they had a full line of new models. I looked down at Akiąs
folder and hesitated. I was buying her a new car, wouldnąt it be better
to buy one that looked like a gift? We talked for a half-hour. I made
an appointment to see the car Iąd picked out. Mei and I would stop by
after dinner and if I was satisŢed Iąd let Mei drive it home. Her Ţrst
duty as a slave girl. I went to the safe in the master bedroom and
pulled out Ţfteen thousand dollars from the cash reserve there. I made
a mental note to replenish the fund tomorrow. Just like Gomez Addams. I
chuckled. Then I went out and contemplated the driveway. It was a vast
circle from the front gate. I was going to get each girl the car she
most wanted. That meant a dozen cars, plus my own, plus the estate
pickup. The truck was no problem, it sat in the supply shed, which was
big enough to house it and all the gardening equipment. The house had a
three car garage, which currently held only my car. I smiled as I
contemplated that car. It had cost me half a million dollars, and more
headaches than I cared to remember. A Porsche 959, one of only two
hundred and Ţfty ever built, and the only one currently in the United
States. And the only one in the world with an automatic transmission. I
laughed as I remembered the disbelief on the face of Professor Porsche
when Iąd asked. Nothing loathe for a challenge heąd given me a hundred
thousand dollar price tag for the modiŢcation. Nothing loathe, I had
agreed. It still gives my mechanic nightmares. What Iąd been given was
a modiŢed 928 transmission, beefed up to handle the 959ąs enormous
power. And there had been a performance penalty. Instead of going 0-60
in 3.9 seconds the car takes 4.5. Also, the carąs estimated top speed
dropped from over two hundred miles per hour to just over 185.
In other words, triple the legal speed limit. Faster, in fact than the
majority of single propeller driven aircraft now in production. I
wondered what Mei would think of it. But I was getting side-tracked. My
original problem remained. Each girl was going to have a car. Where to
put them all? The current situation wouldnąt work much longer. I made
some provisional decisions and returned to the house. Mei was waiting
for me when I returned. She was wearing a sexy dress that reached to
mid-thigh. It was green and looked like satin. It was form Ţtting
enough to show her terriŢc Ţgure. I whistled with total sincerity. Mei
smiled happily. łYou like, master?˛ She used a sort of pidgin
sing-song, like a girl fresh from Hong Kong. I nodded emphatically. łI
like-a lot.˛ She hadnąt changed her earrings, but now wore a tear-drop
pendent on a silver chain. I carefully scooped it away from her dress
front to examine it.
łThat canąt be real.˛ I said. The stone was cold to the touch. It was
at least half an inch long and sent shards of color dancing over my
palm. łTell me it isnąt real.˛
łItąs real, master.˛ Mei corrected me. łBut ţawed, so it isnąt very
valuable. Itąs my good luck necklace. My mother gave it to me to wear
on special occasions. And I think tonight qualiŢes, donąt you?˛ łIt
does indeed, lady.˛ I said. I peered closely at the stone. As Mei had
said, there was a large ţaw in the jeweląs heart. But a diamond it most
certainly was. I gently let the stone fall back into place. łIf I were
you, Iąd keep this necklace a secret. Else it might disappear.˛ łYou
donąt think someone would steal it, do you?˛ Mei asked surprized. łIt
isnąt very valuable.˛
łValuable enough to those who donąt know diamonds.˛ I shrugged. łI
donąt think any of the girls would steal it, but you never know.˛
łTonight I wear it.˛ Mei said Ţrmly. łItąs a tradition in my family.˛
łOk.˛ I said, smiling. łTonight, youąre a princess. How about dinner?˛
łIąd love to. Although for me itąll be a late lunch.˛ łThatąs right,
your bodyąs still on west coast time.˛ I said. I glanced at my watch.
łItąs 4:45 now, thatąs 1:45 in San Francisco. Ah, well. Lunch it is
then. Shall we go?˛ I offered her my arm. Smiling, she took it and we
went out to the garage.
łTell me thatąs not real.˛ Mei breathed when she saw the car. łYou know
what this is?˛ I asked, surprized. łI know what it looks like.˛ Mei
answered. I unlocked the door and opened it for her. Reverently she got
inside. Slamming the door (Kevlar canąt be machined as accurately as
sheet metal) I went around to the other side. łOh my god.˛ Mei said
when I got in. łThis is real, isnąt it?˛ She pointed to the Porsche
emblem on the steering wheel. I started the car, listening to the big
motor snarl to life.
łItąs real.˛ I said, hitting the garage door opener. Backing the car
onto the driveway I listened with the same pleasure I always did to the
subdued whine of the engine.
łHow do you know about the 959?˛ I asked. łMy brotherąs been drooling
over this car for two years.˛ Mei explained. łI thought they were
conŢned to Europe.˛ I grinned, easing the car onto the circle.
łThe other 249 are.˛ I explained, letting the car ease around to the
gate. It slid silently aside at our approach. The road leading to my
house never has much trafŢc on it, the road was deserted now. I grinned
at my companion.
łWatch this.˛ I said. The road in front of my house has a long
straight-away. As soon as we reached it I punched the throttle,
pressing it Ţrmly to the ţoor.
The car leaped like a salmon going up a waterfall. The acceleration was
Ţrm but not overwhelming. Then the Ţrst turbocharger kicked in, shoving
us Ţrmly backward.
łOh, wow!˛ Mei laughed. Then the second turbo kicked in and the tach
plastered itself against the redline. The car exploded forward. The
speedometer passed sixty as I blinked. Looking down I saw we were
passing 110. The engine screamed like a banshee in hell and the car
lurched slightly as it upshifted.
I let off the gas as we hit 130 and let air resistance brake us down to
ninety, when I carefully applied the brakes. The 959 decelerated harder
than it had accelerated, I let up when we were doing a moderate and
legal 55. Mei was giddy, gasping for air and trying to say something. I
was concerned till I saw the grin spread over her face. łJesus, Buddha,
and Vishnu.˛ She Ţnally managed. łThat was incredible. Letąs do it
again!˛
łSorry.˛ I said. łNo more road. But what do you think? Is it real or is
it Memorex?˛
łReal, oh very real!˛ She laughed, sparkling with excitement. Her eyes
were wide, breathing quick, and she was sitting forward, straining
eagerly as we sped toward Pine Ridge. Her every motion telegraphed an
intense energy Iąd never seen her display. Up to now sheąd been slow
and sensual. A vagrant thought passed through my mind, I wondered which
way sheąd be in bed. łI bet you love roller-coasters.˛ I said. łYes I
do, how did you guess?˛ Mei asked, surprized. łWatching you now.˛ I
said. łYouąre beautiful when youąre aroused.˛ łThank you, master.˛ She
said, pleased. The rest of the drive was routine. I quizzed her about
her life, she answered easily, holding nothing back. I began the long
process of learning about the strange creature called Mei Wu. Not that
she was eccentric, mind you. But as I found later no two women are even
close to alike, once you begin to delve more than skin (or cunt) deep.
Each one has her mysteries, her secrets. Some are deeper than others,
Mei was certainly one of the deep ones. And that surprized me. She was
so cheerful and friendly, even mischievous that I expected no hidden
depths. Boy, was I wrong!
Dinner was at Pine Ridgeąs Ţnest restaurant, Trotters. I had steak, Mei
had Ţsh. Since the place wasnąt exactly private we kept the
conversation light. I noticed our waiter paid close attention to Mei,
hovering discretely until she even looked like she wanted something.
Then he materialized instantly. Mei noticed, but was obviously at home
in places like this. Her family was used to such things, Mei took them
in her stride. Her conversation was witty, and she had the
disconcerting habit of slipping in really awful puns from time to time.
When dinner was over it was nearly 6:30. I was about to leave a tip
when Mei leaned over and whispered in my ear.
łNo, master. They follow the french custom here.˛ She pointed to a line
on the check. Sure enough, the waiterąs tip was part of the bill. Meiąs
action was done so casually and so quickly that no one paid any
attention. łI owe you one.˛ I whispered as I picked up her purse and
handed it to her. She smiled at me and winked.
We were getting in the car when I suddenly remembered the Honda
dealership. łWe have to stop by the car dealerąs.˛ I told Mei. łIąve
decided to create a ţeet for the estate. Each girl gets to choose a car
to drive.˛ łYouąre buying everybody a car?˛ Mei asked, interestedly.
łIąm buying cars for the estate.˛ I corrected her. łIąm just letting
each girl pick the one she likes. Weąre picking up Akiąs tonight.˛
łWhoąs Aki?˛ Mei asked.
łRemember, the Japanese girl with the really long hair?˛ I asked. łHer
nameąs Aki Yamoto.˛
łDoes she know youąre buying her a new car?˛ Mei asked as we pulled out
into trafŢc.
łIąm buying the estate a car, Mei. Not Aki. Oh, by the way, what would
you like?˛
łThis one.˛ Mei said with a grin. I chuckled. łSeriously, I donąt know.
Iąll have to think about it.˛
The dealership was only a couple of minutes away. As we pulled in three
different salesmen made a bee-line for the car. It was obvious they
recognized it, and the money it represented. When Mei stepped out of
the car they ignored me. I sighed, thinking I was going to have to get
used to it. Mei acted graciously to all three of them, then quickly
culled one for us. It was clear she was already used to it. łPaul, this
is James Donahue.˛ Mei introduced a tall black man. He was wearing a
standard issue Car Salesmanąs Suit, in grey. It did suit him, I
thought. The other two salesmen retreated reluctantly. łWhat can I do
for you today?˛ He said with a grin that said he hoped he could sell me
the entire lot-with buildings. łCar number 6248435.˛ I said cheerfully.
łI want it. Now.˛ He seemed somewhat taken aback.
łExcuse me?˛ He asked.
łYou have a blue CRX Si, stock number 6248435.˛ I repeated. łIąm here
to buy it.˛
łYes, sir! Right this way. Can I get you something? A soft drink, or
coffee?˛
łMei?˛ I asked. She shook her head.
łNone for me, thanks. I just ate.˛
łNo thank you.˛ I said. łNow, about that car. May we see it?˛ łOf
course, of course.˛ Mr Donahue seemed off his stride. łJust let me grab
the keys and weąll go for a test drive.˛ łThat wonąt be necessary.˛ I
said, smiling. łBut do get the keys. I would like to inspect it before
purchase.˛
łYouąre the customer.˛ He said, smiling. He hurried off. łI donąt think
Iąve ever seen that haggling technique before.˛ Mei said, amused.
łI love doing that to car dealers.˛ I conŢded. łThey just donąt know
how to react to someone shoving money down their throat. It confuses
them.˛ Mei chuckled. I continued. łJust wait and see what he does when
I pay cash for it.˛
łMaster!˛ She exclaimed, louder than sheąd intended. Looking around
abruptly she lowered her voice. No one had heard her outburst. łYouąre
carrying that much money right now?˛
łOf course.˛ I said blandly. łI always pay cash for things. So much
simpler that way.˛ Mei looked at me like Iąd lost my mind. I grinned,
watching her. łYouąre crazy.˛ She said ţatly. I nodded happily. łWell,
it looks as if Iąll just have to be your bodyguard.˛
I gaped at her. Something was deŢnitely askew. Little 4ą 10˛ Mei was
going to be my bodyguard?
łYou can guard my body anytime, Mei.˛ She winced from the pun, but
relaxed just a little. I chuckled at the thought of frail little MeiŠ
Šcasually tossing a heavy suitcase almost as big as she was onto the
bed one-handed. Hmm.
łHere we are!˛ James Donahue came back, obviously recovered, conŢdent
that the customer wasnąt born who could throw him. He was about to be
very surprized. We looked over the car, a beautiful little two-seater
packed with all sorts of goodies. It had been washed just recently and
gleamed in the setting sun. łWill she like it?˛ I asked Mei. Mei was
running an appreciative hand over the sleek metal.
łSheąll love it, m-Paul.˛ Mei said. łI know I would. Itąs beautiful.˛
The window sticker said 16,400 dollars. I Ţgured I could talk Jim
Donahue down a little. Fifteen thousand in cash should just be enough.
łYes, sir, this is one Ţne machine.˛ The salesman enthused. łHot as a
bottle rocket, gentle as a lamb. Easy to handle, parsimonious on gas,
the perfect car for a young lady on the go.˛ Behind his back Mei rolled
her eyes.
łFine.˛ I said. łIąll take it. Letąs step into your ofŢce.˛ łI thought
that was my line.˛ He joked, leading the way into the building. łNow,
how would you like to pay for this?˛ He asked, grabbing a pen and a
form. łWe have several payment plans, including a lease with a buy
option.˛ łFirst, letąs settle on a price.˛ I suggested. łIąll pay you
Ţfteen thousand, tax, title, etc included. Not one penny more.˛ The
salesman blinked at me.
łWell, Iąll have to ok it with my manager.˛ He said uncertainly. łFine,
Iąll wait.˛ I sat back, watching him expectantly. Mei tried to keep a
straight face and pulled it off until he left. Then she broke up,
bending forward and putting her hands against her face. Her shoulders
shook with silent laughter. I relaxed, letting the sight of her
hilarity wash over me like waves of warm ocean water. I was enjoying
myself immensely, shamelessly showing off in front of a beautiful
woman, who was applauding everything I did.
It felt terriŢc.
It took about ten minutes before the salesman came back. He looked
unhappy. łIąm sorry, sir but my manager wonąt go for less than Ţfteen
Ţve.˛ He was good, Iąll give him that. But I didnąt care to haggle, I
was ţying too high. Pulling the money from my pocket I started
counting. James Donahueąs eyes slowly got bigger and bigger. I laid ten
one thousand dollar bills and ten Ţve hundred dollar bills on his desk.
Even Mei looked impressed.
łNow, do we do business or do these gentlemen.˛ I tapped the pile of
money. łand I go elsewhere?˛
The salesman swallowed. łWait right here! Iąll be right back.˛ He
bolted. This time Mei didnąt try to stiţe her laughter. I left the
money sitting on the desk and leaned back, closing my eyes. It was less
than a minute when the salesman returned, bringing a short fat man with
him.
łIąm John Sinclair.˛ The fat man said. łI understand-˛ His eyes fell on
the cash. A gleam lit there, one Iąve seen often enough before. ł-that
youąve just bought a beautiful new CRX from us. Congratulations.˛ łI
take it my offer is acceptable after all?˛ I inquired. Mr Sinclair
nodded, visibly restraining himself from grabbing the bills. łYes, sir!
After reconsidering our position, Iąd say that your offer is quite
fair. Yes, sir, quite fair.˛ In his excitement he didnąt even notice
Mei. She looked surprized. I grinned at her. łWell, Iąll leave you to
conclude the paperwork, Jim.˛ Mr Sinclair said, beaming at me and
rubbing his hands together. łOh,˛ I said offhandedly. łI might be
interested in doing business with you again soon.˛ John Sinclair froze,
then turned to me, his eyes lighting up. łReally?˛ He asked. łWeąll be
happy to oblige you sir, yes indeed!˛ łDo you offer ţeet discounts?˛ I
asked mildly. Mei was Ţghting to keep a straight face, sensing some new
ploy.
łIąm sure we can come to a mutual understanding.˛ John Sinclair nodded
eagerly. Now I understand how con artists work. The greed in his face
was painful to see.
łOf course,˛ I continued. łIąll have to see how things go. But I do
like that CRX. Itąs a lovely car.˛
łI understand completely, sir.˛ The fat man nodded. łJim, make sure
this gentleman is taken care of, understand?˛ łYes, sir!˛ James Donahue
was grinning from ear to ear. Heąd probably made a huge commission,
with more in sight. Of course he would take care of us! It took about
ten minutes before the salesman handed me the keys. Cash has tremendous
eloquence.
They even Ţlled the tank for us.
By this time it was dark. I gave Mei the keys to the CRX and told her
to follow me. The look she gave me made me grin all the way home. Mei
had real trouble keeping up with me, the 959 kept running off from her,
try as I might to keep the big beast under control. It was better when
we got on the state route. The CRX could comfortably cruise around the
curves at full speed.
The 959, of course, didnąt even deign to notice them. Finally we pulled
up to the gate. It slid aside at my signal and we rolled through. The
gate closed automatically behind us. Mei pulled into the garage beside
me. When she got out of the CRX she gave it a fond pat.
łThat was not fair.˛ She said to me, grabbing her purse. łThe poor
little CRX didnąt have a chance against that big bully of yours.˛ She
smiled down at the little car. Damned if it didnąt look smug. If Mei
was driving me Iąd look smug too, I suppose. łIąm sorry, Mei I just
couldnąt keep the speed down. I tried, but the carąs so damn fast itąs
unbelievable.˛ I apologized. łDo you think Aki will like the CRX?˛
łIf she doesnąt, Iąll take it, master.˛ Mei answered promptly. łItąs a
gorgeous little thing.˛
łAh, that reminds me.˛ I said, smiling down at her. łItąs now 8:18 PM,
and youąre a slave girl for the Ţrst time. Are you willing?˛ łOh, yes,
master.˛ She breathed.
łDo you submit to my every desire?˛ I asked, taking her into my arms.
She melted against me, I could feel the warmth of her body through her
dress. łYes, master.˛ She said, holding me.
łIąm going to take your virginity tonight. Perhaps several times.˛ She
gazed up at me with longing. łIąm yours, my lord. In body and soul. I
belong to you.˛ My cock suddenly made its presence known. I leaned down
and kissed her.
Mei yielded instantly, completely, going limp. Her mouth opened and she
accepted my tongue with a joyous swirl of her own. Desire told me to
push her up against the car and violate her right there. łWhat would
you do if I raped you right here and now?˛ I whispered to her. łIąm
yours.˛ She said simply, waiting.
God, sheąd actually let me! I was tempted, sorely tempted. But I wanted
her Ţrst time to be special. I took her by the hand and pulled her into
the house.
łYou enjoy the thought of being bound?˛ I asked her. Wordlessly she
nodded. łIąm going to tie you up now.˛
łYes, master.˛ She bowed her head.
łStay here.˛ I moved quickly to the basement where I grabbed several
lengths of silk rope. After a momentąs thought I also took a ball gag.
When I returned to Mei she was standing exactly where Iąd left her, in
exactly the same pose. She hadnąt moved a muscle. łVery good, slave
girl.˛ I said. łGo into the living room and sit down on the couch.
łYes, master.˛ She whispered. She nearly ran. I followed at a more
sedate pace. When I arrived she was seated on the couch, waiting for
me. łPut your arms behind your back.˛ I ordered. She did so, crossing
her wrists. I dropped all but one rope and gently arranged her arms the
way I wanted them, wrists together but not crossed. I looped the rope
around her wrists, Ţrmly but not too tight. I wrapped around and
around, Ţnally leaving about six inches on either end, with which I
cinched the rope, threading it around and around between her arms,
pulling the wrist bonds tight. I made sure the knot was hard, on top of
the ropes in between her arms where her questing Ţngers couldnąt reach
it. łIs that too tight?˛ I asked when I was Ţnished. łIs it cutting off
your circulation?˛
łNo, master.˛ She replied.
łIąm going to bind your elbows together Mei. It may be uncomfortable
for you. Tell me if it is, all right?˛
łYes, master.˛ She replied submissively.
Taking another silk rope I wrapped it once around her elbows and gently
pulled. Her elbows came together and Mei grunted, having to arch her
back to relieve the strain. I ordered her to hold that position as I
rapidly looped the rope around her arms just above the elbow. When I
cinched it Mei gasped again. When I Ţnished knotting it I paused. łAre
you all right Mei? Does that hurt?˛ łA little, master.˛ She said
softly.
łDo you want me to untie it?˛ I asked. Mei didnąt answer for a moment.
Then she just shook her head. I took another rope, this time tying it
like the others, just below her elbows. Meiąs eyes were closed and her
face was drawn, making me ask her again if I should untie the elbow
ropes. She shook her head again.
I made her lay down on the couch facing me. I took her upper ankle and
tied a rope around it, drawing her legs apart. I tied the end of the
rope to the back couch leg.
Mei was now laying on her side, bound to the couch by one ankle, her
leg draped on the couch back. Her skirt just barely left her decent.
łAre you hurting, Mei? Should I undo the elbow ropes? Tell me the
truth.˛ łIt hurts, master.˛ She whispered, eyes still closed. łBut the
pain excites me. Donąt untie the ropes. Please.˛
łOpen your mouth, slave girl.˛ I said. Without opening her eyes she did
so. I pushed the bright red rubber ball between her teeth. Lifting her
head I slipped the strap underneath then buckled it tightly, making it
impossible for her to expel the gag. She opened her eyes and watched as
I drew a chair and the phone over to her couch.
łThis phone handles an earplug jack for an external speaker.˛ I said to
the bound oriental girl. łSo Iąm going to put this earphone in your ear
so you can hear the other end of the conversation.˛ łIąm going to call
some of the other girls now. And while Iąm talking to them Iąm going to
be fondling you at the same time. Thatąs why I gagged you, I didnąt
want them to hear your moans.˛
I retrieved the Ţles for the girls I hadnąt called yet. łDoes the
thought of whatąs going to happen excite you?˛ Mei nodded,
emphatically. I stroked her leg. She put her head back and closed her
eyes. łWeąre going to call the Philipino candidate Ţrst. Her name is
Melinda Orli and sheąs a secretary in Fort Lauderdale.˛ I dialed the
phone. łHello?˛ A soft voice answered the phone. łMelinda Orli please.˛
łThis is she.˛
łMelinda, this is Paul Reiner.˛
łHello, Paul.˛ Melinda said. She recognized my voice, all right. łIąm
just calling to congratulate you. Iąve decided to accept you as my
slave girl, if youąre still interested.˛ łYes, I am.˛ Melinda said.
łDid I really make it?˛ łYou sure did. Do you understand what exactly
Iąm offering?˛ łYes.˛
łThen in your own words, tell me please.˛ łI donąt think I can.˛
Melinda paused. łIąm very shy and itąs hard.˛ łPlease try. I have to
make sure you really know what youąre getting into.˛ łYou want me as a
sex slave.˛ Melinda said quickly, blurting it out. I ran my hand under
Meiąs skirt. She sighed silently, body ţexing. I stopped before my hand
touched fabric.
łDo you understand what that means?˛ I asked. łYes.˛
łI just want to make sure, Melinda. I donąt want to have you come here
if it will make you unhappy. Let me explain. Half of each day youąll be
a helpless slave, subject to being physically restrained and subjected
to any kind of sexual act. If I want to make you suck my cock, I can.
If I want to whip you I can. Or fuck you up the ass. Iąm sorry if Iąm
embarrassing you, but you have to be sure.˛
łI understand. You can do whatever you want to me. I want that.˛ łThere
will be other girls in the harem besides yourself.˛ I warned her.
łYouąll be forced to make love to them from time to time. Does that
upset you?˛
łNo. Mr Reiner, I really do understand. I want to be your slave more
than anything.˛
łYou may call me Paul.˛ I said. łOr, master, if you prefer.˛ łYes,
master.˛ Melinda said quickly.
łIąm very proud of you, Melinda.˛ I said softly. łIąm proud to have you
as a slave girl. When can you join us?˛
łIąll have to give my boss two weeks notice.˛ Melinda said. łAnd Iąll
have to pack up everything.˛
łIf you call me when youąre ready Iąll have a truck pick up everything.
Youąre close enough to drive if youąd like, or you can sell your car
and Iąll send you a plane ticket.˛
łIąll drive.˛ Melinda said after a moment. łFine. Iąll send you a map
how to get here. Goodbye for now, Melinda.˛ łGoodbye, master.˛ There
was a click as Melinda hung up. łAre you ok?˛ I asked Mei. She nodded.
I examined her hands anxiously, looking for signs of failed
circulation. SatisŢed there were none I signed off on Melinda and
picked up the next folder. łThis is Teresa Guzman. Sheąs a marketing
rep for McGraw-Hill and lives in Chicago.˛ I dialed and watched Mei as
the phone rang. It rang Ţve times before it was answered.
łHello?˛ A womanąs voice answered.
łTeresa Guzman, please.˛
łJust a minute.˛ The woman at the other end mufţed the phone but we
could both hear her yell Teresa! at the top of her voice. Quite gently
I cupped Meiąs cheek and smiled at her. Her lips drew back from the
ball and she nodded.
łHi, this is Teresa.˛ I recognized the voice from her tape. I took her
picture and put it in front of Mei.
łTeresa, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łUh, wait a
second.˛ Teresa mufţed the phone. It was considerably more than a
second before she came back.
łI had to tell my roommate to scram.˛ She said. łNow Iąm alone.˛
łTeresa, Iąm calling to congratulate you. If youąre still interested,
Iąd like you to come live with me as my sex slave.˛ łOh, man! Yes, Iąm
very interested. I canąt believe I won!˛ łWon?˛ I teased. łAfter youąve
lived here a while you might use another word.˛
łOh, this is terriŢc!˛
łTeresa, I just want to make sure you understand what youąre getting
into. Half of each day youąll be vulnerable to any kinky idea I come up
with. I might loan you to friends, tie you down and spank you, give you
a huge enema then fuck you, or even make you fuck a dog. Do you
understand?˛ łYes.˛
łThen how soon can you join us?˛
łAs soon as I can quit my job and sell my car.˛ She said instantly.
łIąll pay for your relocation, of course. Give me a call when youąre
ready to leave and Iąll arrange for your ţight. Iąll also make sure
your stuff is shipped and arrives no later than two days after you do.
Is that ok with you?˛
łItąs perfect.˛ Teresa agreed.
łThen Iąll be waiting for your call.˛ I gave her my number. łGood-bye,
slave girl.˛
łGood-bye, master.˛ Teresa said, then hung up. I checked Meiąs arms
again. Her Ţngers were still warm and supple, which meant the tight
bindings werenąt causing her any problems. łNow for Tara OąKeefe.˛
Sheąs a customer service representative in New York City. I traded
Taraąs photo for Teresaąs. I leaned down and kissed her ear. Mei
giggled behind her gag. I punched the buttons lazily. łHello?˛
łTara OąKeefe please.˛
łThis is Tara.˛
łTara, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łJust a moment.˛ I
waited, stroking Meiąs hair. Mei pushed her head against my hand like a
cat. I smiled down at her. Suddenly the red light on the phone began to
ţash. I sat bolt upright, staring. After my conversation with Mr
Jahrain my paranoia was rudely awakened. And it was pissed.
Taraąs phone was being tapped. And it wasnąt a passive tap, sheąd
deliberately signaled someone. FBI? Tara an agent? Hmm. Then I grinned
savagely.
Isnąt that the FBIąs favorite technique? Plant an agent? This could be
entertaining. Mei watched me alertly, knowing something was afoot.
Silently I turned the phone so she could see the ţashing light. Her
eyes widened, and she nodded.
łHello?˛ Tara asked. The light continued to ţash. I decided to play it
straight. No need giving away an advantage. łHello.˛ I said. łI just
wanted to call and let you know that Iąve decided to accept your
application.˛
łApplication?˛
łYou do remember the ad you answered, donąt you?˛ łOh, yes. You mean I
made it?˛ Tara seemed tense, but not excited like the other girls.
łAre you still interested?˛ I probed, knowing if she was an agent she
had to walk a Ţne line between entrapment and scaring me off. I decided
to push a little harder.
łYes, Iąm still interested.˛ She said.
łYou do know exactly what youąre getting into, donąt you?˛ I asked,
grinning.
łYes.˛
łThen, in your own words, tell me.˛
łIąm to be a sex slave.˛ Tara said reluctantly. Bingo. I thought,
raising my Ţst in victory.
łAnd you do realize what your duties will be? At least during half the
day?˛ łYes.˛
łThen tell me.˛
łI can be raped at any time. If I resist you can force me and Iąll be
helpless to stop you. You can do whatever you want to me.˛ łAnd you
agree that this is what you want?˛ I asked. łYou have no hesitation
about this? Are you absolutely positive that you really like the idea?˛
łYes.˛ She said tersely.
łForgive me, Tara but you donąt seem very eager. If you have any doubts
or reservations now is the time to tell me. If you arenąt totally
committed to this I think it would be a mistake for you to come.˛ łI
want to come.˛ She protested. łIąm just scared, thatąs all.˛ łI
guarantee your safety.˛ I said. łUnder no circumstances will you be
injured, or bruised, or cut, or burned or in any way endangered. From 6
A.M. to 6 P.M. youąll be free to leave or do anything your heart
desires.˛ łBut from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. you will totally surrender
yourself to me. Whatever I want you must do. Instantly, totally, and
without holding back. During your periods as a sex slave the word Śnoą
will disappear from your vocabulary. You wonąt be injured, but that is
your only guarantee.˛ łDo you understand what Iąm offering?˛
łYes.˛
łIs that what you want?˛
łYes.˛
łYou willingly agree to surrender control of your body to me for half
of each day?˛
łYes.˛
łThere will be physical restraint during sex.˛ I warned her. łI might
tie you down and let a football team have at you. Or make you endure a
hundred swats from a school paddle. Or make you seduce another woman. I
might push my Ţst all the way up your cunt.˛
łI might do anything at all to you. And for half of each day youąll be
totally vulnerable. Is this what you want? Are you unequivocally,
totally certain you will enjoy life as a sex slave? Because for twelve
hours at a stretch youąll have only the right not to be harmed. Itąs
best if youąre sure.˛
łIąm sure.˛
łThen say it.˛
łI am sure I want to become your sex slave. I understand what is
involved, and am willing to give up my freedom for half of each day.˛
łAnd that you can be forced to perform any sex act, no matter how
bizarre, no matter what you might think about it?˛ łI understand.˛
łThen how soon can you join us?˛
łIąll need at least two weeks.˛ Tara said, considering. łOh, thereąs
one other small detail.˛ I said casually. łYes?˛
łDid you know every word youąve just said has been heard by a witness?˛
łWhat?˛
łI have a girl here listening to our conversation. She can testify that
you agreed to become my sex slave of your own free will, and that I
fully explained what will be expected of you.˛ łI see.˛ Tara said
slowly.
łAre you still interested?˛
łYes.˛ She said with a sigh.
łYouąre sure?˛
łIąm sure! Iąm sure!˛ Tara said, exasperated. łJesus, how often do I
have to say it?˛
łIąm just protecting myself, Tara. And you.˛ łIąm sorry.˛ She
apologized. łI guess Iąm a little on edge.˛ łGive me a call when youąre
ready and Iąll arrange to have you and your things ţown down here.
Until then, good-bye slave girl. Pleasant dreams.˛ łPleasant dreams to
you too.˛ She echoed. I hung up. The light went out. I ungagged Mei.
She winced as she closed her mouth, jaw muscles complaining at the
unaccustomed abuse. łDollars to donuts Tara is a cop, or in the employ
of cops of some ţavor or other.˛ I said to Mei.
łWhat was all that about? Why did you tell her there was a witness?˛
Mei asked. łYou kept asking if she understood what she was in for.˛
łBecause Iąm going to let her come. Sheąs invalidated her case. I made
it quite plain that I could force her to have sex, and she agreed that
that was what she wanted. Any move on her part now is entrapment.˛
łClever.˛ Mei admitted. łBut why let her come at all? Why not pick
somebody else?˛
łBecause I want her.˛ I said Ţrmly. łBesides, how many other masters
have a real live secret agent for a slave girl?˛ łYou have a cruel
streak, master.˛ Mei said fondly. łAnd youąre enjoying every minute of
it. How are your arms? Should I free your elbows or can you stand it a
little longer? There are only two more girls to call, and then Iąll
take you upstairs.˛ I brushed my hand over her front. She smiled.
łIąm enjoying myself. Iąve never been gagged before. Or tied up. Itąs
exciting.˛
łI think weąll make it a little more exciting for you.˛ I took another
rope and tied it tightly around her waist, forming a belt. The last
rope was formed into a slip knot around her wrist cinch. Then I passed
the rope between her wide spread legs and threaded the ends through the
front of her belt. She gasped as I drew the rope tight, letting it
settle Ţrmly into her crotch. I tied it tightly, making sure it
wouldnąt come loose. The rope pulled her arms tight against her back,
any attempt to pull them dug the doubled rope into her pussy, covered
only by thin panties. łNow, Mei you can amuse yourself while Iąm busy
on the phone. Youąve accused me of being cruel, and hereąs where Iąm
going to prove you right. I want you to tug on your rope. You can
arouse yourself all you want, but you canąt come. If you have an orgasm
Iąll punish you. Do you understand?˛ łYes, master.˛ Mei lowered her
eyes demurely. łAnd donąt think I wonąt know if you come. Would you
like the gag back?˛ łYes, please.˛ She said. She opened her mouth
willingly for the ball. I strapped it tightly in place then picked up
the phone. It answered on the third ring.
łHello?˛
łAngela Carson please.˛ I said.
łSpeaking.˛
łAngela, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely.˛ łOh! Yes, of
course. Hi! Iąm so happy you called!˛ łI just wanted to congratulate
you, Angela.˛ łCongratulate me?˛ Her voice rose two octaves. łYes.
Welcome home, slave girl.˛
łAll right!˛ She whooped. Mei winced in pain. Angela was laughing so
much she couldnąt talk. I let her calm down a little. łIąm glad youąre
excited.˛ I Ţnally said. łOh, Iąm sorry, but this is so wonderful!˛
Angelaąs voice actually squeaked. I exchanged a look of amusement with
Mei. łI never thought youąd pick me, I mean I hoped of course, but-˛
łAngela!˛ I barked. She shut off instantly. łIąm sorry, but it sounded
like you were getting hysterical.˛ I said in a much warmer voice. łI
know exactly how you feel, believe me.˛ łYou do?˛ Angela asked,
perplexed.
łSomebody just handed you the world, and you canąt wait to explore. You
feel like youąre about to explode. Howąm I doing so far?˛ łRight on the
money.˛ Angela admitted.
łLet me tell you a secret, honey. The worldąs not going anyplace. Itąll
still be there-if you really want it after all.˛ łWhat do you mean?˛
łI just want to make sure you understand what Iąm offering. Then, if
you still want in Iąll get your room ready. Ok?˛ łOk.˛ She echoed. łBut
Iąm sure I understand.˛ łPlease, humor me. I donąt want to shatter your
dreams, my lady. I donąt want to hurt you in any way. So I want to make
sure this is what you really want. Now, you understand exactly what a
sex slave is?˛ łYes. It means I have to do anything you tell me.˛ She
answered promptly. łAnd if you didnąt like what I tell you?˛ łIąd have
to do it anyway.˛
łEven if you hated it.˛ I said somberly. łLet me give you some
examples. Suppose I made you play with yourself-in front of several
other girls. What would you do?˛
łIąd-try.˛ She said softly. łIąd do my best.˛ łOr suppose I want to
strap you to a table and use body wax to remove your pubic hair?˛
łSounds ok to me.˛
łOr made you suck my cock and swallow my come? Angela, there are many
exciting things that can happen to you here. There are others that will
scare you to death, or make you want to curl up and die of shame.
Youąll never be injured or in any danger. But I will make you do things
youąll loathe. And youąll have to do them. Youąll enjoy a lot, but
thereąll be some things that will want to make you throw up. Fair
warning.˛ łI can see youąre going out of your way to be fair, Paul. I
appreciate it, I really do. But I want to do this. Oh, I know
everything canąt be perfect. I understand thereąll be things that shock
me, but Iąm willing to learn.˛ łThen how soon can you join us?˛
łUs?˛
łThere are eleven other girls besides yourself. Does that bother you?˛
łIt surprizes me.˛ Angela said slowly. łI didnąt know there would be
others.˛
łOne of the things youąll be expected to do is make love to one or more
of them if I command it.˛ I said.
łUlp.˛ She said. łI donąt know if I could do that.˛ łIf you didnąt I
would punish you. And then chain you to the bed and let the other girls
gang rape you. I might even join in. Can you see now why Iąm making
sure you understand what youąre getting into?˛ łYes. What happens if I
decide I donąt like it? Can I leave?˛ łFrom 6 in the morning till 6 in
the evening youąre as free as a bird. Iąll even help you relocate. But
from 6 in the evening till 6 in the morning youąre a total slave, whoąs
only right is not to be injured. During that time I decide what you do.
You could literally be raped, and have no legal recourse. Of course you
could leave the next day.˛ łWow.˛ She said. łThatąs really heavy. Can I
have some time to think it over?˛
łYes.˛ I said Ţrmly. łTake all the time you want. If you decide to
come, great! If you decide not to come, well, then you probably
wouldnąt have been happy here after all.˛
łGive me a call when you decide.˛ I gave her my number. łI will.
Good-bye, Paul.˛
łGood-bye, Angela.˛ I hung up. łOne more.˛ I said, grinning at Mei. She
nodded languidly. łYou arenąt tugging your rope, Mei.˛ I said.
Dutifully she began to do so, carefully and slowly.
łYouąre turned on!˛ I said, in sudden understanding. łSo turned on
youąre about ready to come!˛ She nodded. I grinned and reached for the
rope. Desperately she squirmed away. The motion must have been too much
for her because she moaned, her eyes widening. Suddenly she was jerking
the rope as fast as she could, rocking helplessly in the throws of
orgasm. My cock hardened instantly as I listened to her mufţed groans.
It didnąt last long, but when it was over Mei slumped, exhausted. łYou
had an orgasm.˛ I said. Tiredly she nodded her head once. łYou
disobeyed me.˛ Mei stiffened suddenly. łNow youąre going to be
punished, little girl. You must be taught obedience.˛ She stared at me,
wide eyed. I turned back to the phone. łHello?˛
łHeather Combs please.˛
łThis is Heather.˛
łHeather, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?˛ łYes. What can I
do for you, Mr Reiner?˛ Her voice was friendly and neutral, as though
she didnąt recognize me.
łYou answered an ad I placed some time ago.˛ I said. łAnd then returned
a tape?˛
łOh my god! Yes I did! Oh Iąm so sorry I-itąs been a long day. I didnąt
make the connection-please forgive me.˛
łThatąs ok-I know the feeling.˛ I grinned at Mei. She was still
watching me uncertainly. I grinned wider, reached down and tugged on
her crotch rope. She arched her back. I motioned for her to continue.
Reluctantly she did so. łListen, the reason Iąm calling is to
congratulate you. Iąve decided to accept your application, that is, if
youąre still interested?˛ łOh-yes, of course.˛ She cleared her throat
nervously. łYou sound a little frightened.˛ I said. łI promise I donąt
bite-hard.˛ She laughed uneasily. I waited, but she didnąt say
anything. łHello?˛
łYes, Iąm still here.˛ She answered. łIąm making a mess of things,
arenąt I?˛
łNot at all.˛ I said. łJust relax. Iąd probably be stuttering if I was
in your place.˛
łThank god Iąm spared that.˛
łHeather, I want to ask you a very personal question, ok?˛ łAll right.˛
łDo you think youąll be happy as a sex slave?˛ I asked. łI donąt know.˛
She said after a moment. łThe idea excites me, but I donąt know if the
reality would. I mean, itąs crazy! Why should a woman voluntarily give
herself like that? I mean, you might make me do anything. And Iąd have
to do it.˛
łDoes that excite you?˛
łYes.˛ She let her breath out in a whoosh. łI want you to be my slave,
Heather. But there are some things you must understand. First, during
the day youąll be free to do whatever you like. You can leave, and
thereąll be no hard feelings, no attempts to stop you. If you need it,
Iąll even help you relocate.˛ łDuring the night, however, youąll be my
utter and complete slave. Youąll do what youąre told, quickly,
cheerfully, and to the best of your ability. If you displease me, or
disobey I will punish you.˛ łFor instance, I might strap you to an
examination table and forcibly give you an enema. Or make you go to an
orgy. Or be the star attraction of a gang bang.˛
łIn other words, Iąll own your body. Youąll have no control over how I
use it. The only guarantee is that youąll never be injured or put in
danger. Do you understand?˛
łYes.˛ She seemed calmer now, and interested. I decided to take a
chance. łYouąll be part of a harem of a dozen girls. Does that make you
uncomfortable?˛
łNo.˛ She said. łIąve always wondered what it would be like. Do we get
to wear those Ţlmy little costumes like belly dancers wear?˛ łThatąs a
thought.˛ I said, nodding. łBut what makes you think youąll be wearing
anything at all?˛
łUh-˛
łJust kidding.˛ I said. łBut thereąs something Iąm not kidding about.
If you come here youąll spend every night as a slave girl. Sometimes
youąll be tied up, others youąll spend locked in your room. I may make
love to you, or have another girl do it. I might loan you to friends.
Does any of this make you want to change your mind?˛
łI donąt think so.˛ She said slowly.
łThen let me give you a test.˛ Reaching down I ungagged Mei with one
hand. łAre you willing, Heather?˛
łI guess so.˛ She sounded doubtful.
łGood. This is to judge how you react to the unexpected and the
shocking. Itąs important you be able to deal with it, because it will
happen to you a lot.˛
łI understand.˛
łWhile Iąve been talking to you Iąve also been watching a new slave
girl. Her name is Mei.˛
łYouąre kidding.˛ Heather said.
łNo.˛ I said solemnly. łMei is here, right now, listening to us. Say
hello to Heather, Mei.˛ I held the phone to her head. łHello, Heather.˛
Mei said softly, still tugging on her rope. łIąm glad youąre going to
be joining us.˛
łOh my god.˛ Heather whispered. łYou werenąt kidding, were you? There
really is another girl there, isnąt there?˛
łYes. Sheąd speak with you longer, but sheąs a bit tied up at the
moment.˛ łYou mean, like, really tied up? With rope?˛ Heather asked in
morbid curiosity.
łSilk rope, actually. Sheąs Chinese, after all. Why does that surprize
you? After all, youąll spend a lot of your time restrained one way or
another.˛ łI knew that. It just hadnąt sunk in, thatąs all. Um, sheąs
ok isnąt she?˛ łI am Ţne, Heather.˛ Mei called.
łAnd noisy.˛ I commented. łHang on a minute, will you, Heather? I need
to replace her gag. Be right back.˛ Mei stuck her tongue out at me then
accepted the ball. She exhaled noisily through her nose. łHello? Iąm
back.˛
łDid you really gag her?˛ Heather asked. Her interest was obvious.
łYes. Would you like me to describe her bondage to you?˛ łIf you want.˛
Her words belied her eagerness. I described Meiąs bondage, slowly,
lovingly, and in great detail. Intimate detail. Mei blushed as I
described what she was doing with the rope between her legs. łNow
hereąs your test, Heather. Mei disobeyed me when she had a climax
without permission. For that sheąs going to be punished. Since itąs her
Ţrst offense Iąm going to be lenient.˛
łWhat are you going to do?˛ Heatherąs tone seemed undecided between
horror and fascination.
łIąm going to humble her by telling you exactly what Iąm going to do to
her tonight. Your reaction to it should let us both know if youąll be
happy as a sex slave. Are you ready?˛
Mei watched me steadily, her arms tensing and relaxing as she aroused
herself.
łI think so.˛ Heather said.
łFirst, sheąs going to star in a bondage movie. You know, the kind
where the girl rolls around and tries to get free. Of course, the way
sheąs tied will make that very enjoyable for her.˛
łAfter Iąm tired of that, Iąll spread-eagle her on her back and lick
her pussy till she comes. Then Iąll take her virginity-did I tell you
sheąs still a teenager?˛
łNo. Isnąt that illegal?˛
łWell, sheąs nineteen.˛ I admitted. łBut there are some eighteen year
olds, too. Anyway, after Iąve come inside her Iąm going to make her
taste her virginąs blood on my cock and suck me till Iąm hard again.
Then Iąm going to turn her over, grease up my cock, and fuck her up the
ass until I come again.˛
Mei was wide eyed now. She nodded enthusiastically. Then she groaned
and shuddered again.
łWhat was that?˛ Heather asked anxiously. łShe just had another orgasm.
I guess she approves of whatąs going to happen to her. What do you
think of my plans?˛
łI think they sound wonderful. I wish I was in her place.˛ łYou pass.˛
I said. łHow soon can you join us?˛ łWhoa! Let me see. Um, Iąll have to
give two weeks notice. And Iąll have to sell my car, and let my
landlord know, and-you know I never thought about this. Itąs going to
take a lot of thought.˛ łI tell you what. Iąve got a horny virgin slave
girl here just dying to be fucked up the ass. Why donąt you call me
back when youąre ready? Iąll arrange to ţy you down here and your stuff
too.˛ I gave her my number. łGod, I wish it were me!˛ Heather said.
łOk, Iąll give you a call.˛ łDonąt worry.˛ I laughed. łSoon it will be.
Good-bye, slave girl. Think about whatąs happening to Mei tonight.
Pretend itąs you.˛ łI will-master. Good-bye.˛ Heather hung up. I turned
to Mei and rubbed my hands briskly.
łNow, for you, my pretty.˛ I leered evilly. Mei stared at me, wide
eyed. Her second orgasm had left her weak as a newborn kitten.

Chapter 6 Abduction

łHmm.˛ I said, pondering. łI think we need some more rope. And a
different gag. And perhaps a blindfold.˛ I grinned. łDonąt go
anywhere!˛ Mei groaned at the hackneyed pun. I went to the dungeon and
quickly retrieved what I wanted.
When I returned Mei hadnąt moved. Apparently she really was drained by
her ordeal. I ungagged her and untied her leg. łAre you ok?˛ I asked. I
checked her circulation, which was still good. Sheąd been in bondage
for almost an hour. łI feel drained, master.˛ She murmured. łBut Iąm
not in pain.˛ łIąm going to free your elbows, Mei.˛ I decided. łThen
you can get up and walk around. Take it very slowly, because you wonąt
believe how stiff youąll be.˛ Gently I undid her ropes, freeing her
completely. She gasped as her elbows sprang apart. When I freed her
wrists she almost cried out from the pain of stiff muscles. She rolled
onto her back, smoothing her dress. After a moment she sat up.
łThat was incredible.˛ She said to me, smiling. She stood and
stretched, lazily, like a cat. Then she began doing some sort of
oriental exercise, reminiscent of karate.
łAre you going to do all those things to me you told Heather you
would?˛ She asked. I was enjoying the sight of her slow rhythmic
movements. łDo you want me to?˛ I asked. łWhat are you doing?˛ łYes!
Itąs called Tai Chi, master. Itąs a muscle relaxing exercise.˛ łLooks
like Judo or something.˛ I commented. łWhatchamacallit, Kana?˛ łKata.˛
She corrected me gently. łTai Chi is like dance, not combat, master.
Although itąs perfect to warm up.˛
łYou into all that Kung Fu stuff?˛ I asked, surprized. łKarate chops
and breaking boards and such like?˛
She shook her head. łI prefer Akido, master.˛ łA black belt slave
girl?˛ I asked, amused. She smiled, forming a cup shape with her hand
and reaching forward.
łIąm only third dan, master.˛
łHoly smoke! You really do have a black belt?˛ I sat up straight. łIn
karate?˛ And here Iąd been doing some really strange things to somebody
who could wrap me up like a pretzel. I felt cold inside. łAkido,
master, not karate.˛ Mei explained patiently. She came and knelt in
front of me. łIąm not stiff anymore, master.˛ łWhatąs the difference?˛
I asked.
łKarate is an aggressive combat skill. It was developed to kill. Akido
is a defensive skill. Akido focuses on defense, escape, and avoidance
rather than attack.˛
łWait a minute!˛ I said, struck by a sudden thought. łAt the car lot
this afternoon. When you said youąd have to be my bodyguard you were
serious, werenąt you?˛
łOf course.˛ She watched me solemnly. łI like you, master. Perhaps
after tonight Iąll love you. Youąre worth protecting.˛ How do you
answer that?
I took her hands in mine and pulled her onto the couch. Very gently I
kissed her. There was only a little passion in it. Mainly it was a
thank you. When I drew back Mei smiled shyly. Lowering her eyes she
asked difŢdently. łMay this slave know the manner of her punishment,
master?˛ łPunishment?˛ Why in the world-ah. łOh, yes. You came without
permission. Twice.˛
łIąm sorry, master.˛ Her head was lowered, her tone soft and penitent.
łI could not help myself. Iąm only a weak helpless slave.˛ With a black
belt in Akido. Right. Helpless like a grizzly bear. łMei.˛ I said.
łLook at me.˛ Obediently she raised her eyes. łStop acting for a
moment. Do you really want to do this? Will you give yourself to me
totally and unconditionally?˛
łYes.˛ Her gaze was steady.
łDo you give me permission to do whatever I want to you, short of
injury, to take your virginity, to tie you down and rape you?˛ łYes.˛
Her answer was instant, unequivocal. łUntil 6 A.M. youąre my property,
do you understand? If you donąt like something Iąm doing, you wonąt be
able to stop me. No matter what.˛ łI understand.˛
łBeginning now?˛
łBeginning now-master.˛ In token she lowered her eyes. łSo be it. Now,
your punishment. What do you suggest, Mei?˛ łYou could rape my
asshole.˛ She whispered. łThatąs your favorite fantasy, slave. Try
again.˛ łYou might whip me.˛ She answered reluctantly. łI might.
Perhaps tomorrow, if you displease me. But youąre new to your helotry,
Iąm inclined to be merciful. Hmm.˛ I thought for a moment. Mei kept her
head lowered. Even fully dressed she presented a picture of erotic
allure. Somewhere in the back of my mind a faint bell tinkled. As
pretty as a pictureŠ
łI have it. Your punishment is to have your entire deţoration recorded
on video tape.˛
łThatąs a punishment?˛ Mei asked, confused. łIt sounds rather fun.˛
łWell, nobody said you couldnąt enjoy it.˛ I said. łBut thereąs going
to be some catches. First, weąre going to record a rape fantasy.˛ łI
have many rape fantasies, master.˛ Mei said. łThis still doesnąt sound
like punishment.˛
łLet the punishment Ţt the crime.˛ I said. łYou came without
permission. All right, your punishment will be to be forced to have as
many orgasms as you can stand. To climax until you faint.˛ łWonderful,
master!˛ Mei laughed. I held up one hand. łWait until you hear the
fantasy before you judge. A high-school girl has been kidnapped.
Although sheąs had sex education, sheąs a virgin and has no gut-level
understanding of whatąs going to happen to her.˛ łStep by step, sheąs
going to be seduced. Each degradation will end in orgasm. Before itąs
over sheąll have been raped in every hole, and be a complete and utter
slave.˛
łI like it!˛ Mei exclaimed. łBut I still donąt think itąs a
punishment.˛ łOh, but it is, Mei. Because Iąm going to take that tape
and sell it to private collectors. It will also become part of our
erotic library. So the other girls can watch.˛
łOh.˛ Mei seemed suddenly less enthusiastic. łYes, master.˛ łYou donąt
have any choice, little one.˛ I said. łIf you disobey me I can tie you
up and force you. Besides, havenąt you ever fantasized about starring
in a porno movie?˛
łWell, yes, of course. But the idea is somewhat unsettling, master.˛
łMaking the tape, or having it watched?˛ łBoth.˛ Mei took a deep
breath. łBut if that is your will, master, then I will do it.˛
łIt wonąt be hard.˛ I promised her. łAfter all, you wonąt be able to
stop me. Oh.˛ I paused. łI hate to bring up such a delicate subject,
but do you have some sort of birth control? Iąm going to come inside
you, so youąll need it.˛
łIąm on the pill, master.˛ Mei said.
łGood. How skilled an actress are you?˛
łFair.˛ Mei shrugged. łWhat do you want me to do?˛ łTo be a seventeen
year-old schoolgirl whoąs just been kidnapped and is scared to death.
Who knows sheąs going to be raped.˛ łThatąs easy.˛ Mei laughed.
łAs part of your punishment, Mei, Iąm going to bare your soul as well
as your body. If I ask you a question, answer it truthfully. Except, of
course, that youąre seventeen, not nineteen. Do you understand?˛ łWhat
if somethingąs changed since I was seventeen? Do I answer like I was
seventeen, or nineteen?˛
łHmm.˛ Mei was bright, Iąd completely overlooked that. łTell you what.
Iąll let you decide that. If itąs your measurements or something like
that, youąre nineteen. If I ask about your life youąre seventeen. If
your mind blanks out, just answer the Ţrst thing you can think of. But
it must be the truth Mei. Iąm going to be learning all about you during
this tape, and I really want to hear the truth.˛
łBut so will anyone who sees the tape.˛ Mei hung her head. łYou are
very cruel, master.˛
łVery few people will see the tape.˛ I consoled her. łBut think a
moment, Mei. Itąs a given that everything that happens in the movies is
faked. Right?˛
łSo no one will really believe what I say anyway.˛ Meiąs spirits rose.
The she paused uncertainly. łBut what about the rest of the harem,
master? Theyąll know itąs the truth.˛
łIt wonąt matter. Every girl in the harem will have a similar tape.
None of them will laugh at you. They wonąt dare. And˛ I smiled at the
beautiful oriental. łI suspect theyąll like you too much to even want
to.˛ Mei blushed, overwhelmed by my unexpected compliment. łIąm
beginning to feel like a seventeen year-old.˛ She said. łAwkward and
graceless, and very unsure of myself.˛
łThatąs exactly what I want. Just imagine it. Youąll be raped in body
and mind, completely violated and totally possessed. So helpless you
canąt prevent it from being watched, over and over again, by complete
strangers.˛ I lifted her chin with my Ţnger.
łTheyąll see your innermost self ravaged along with your body. Youąll
never know when some man-or woman-is watching you being raped, and
becoming aroused by it. Theyąll see and hear your darkest secrets and
not know itąs the truth!˛
Mei shivered. She suddenly did seem younger, more artless. Gone was the
cheerful sophisticated lady that had stepped from the helicopter.
Revealed to me now was the innocent child she had been. I was aroused,
my cock throbbing and hard. Mei saw it and shivered again. łBind me,
master.˛ She begged. łBefore I lose my nerve. Please.˛ łPut your hands
together in front of you.˛ I ordered. Trembling she did so. I was
gentle with the rope, but made doubly sure it was tight, with the knots
out of reach.
łStand up.˛ I barked. Mei jumped up instantly, so fast she actually
bounced on her feet. Smiling I took six feet of soft silk rope and
wrapped it around her waist to form a belt. I tied the knot in front
and smiled. łI tied it in front to keep your Ţngers away from it.˛ I
said mysteriously. łSit down.˛ Confused she did so.
łHereąs the setup, Mei. Iąm going to make references to it, so youąll
need to know it to pick up my cues. OK?˛ She nodded. łYou were walking
back to your car after going to see a movie. Your girlfriend met a boy
she liked, and he invited her to stay and see another movie with him.
You didnąt like the boy very much so you decided to go home. Your
girlfriend said sheąd ride with him.˛ łMaster?˛ Mei had a strange look
on her face. łYes, Mei?˛ I paused, unsure of why she reacted the way
she did. łThis is spooky.˛ Mei watched me with wide eyes. łHow did you
know?˛ łHow did I know what?˛ It was my turn to be bewildered. łIt
really happened.˛ Mei said softly. łIt was my seventeenth birthday. My
girlfriend Marsha and I went to see The Last Crusade. We were coming
out of the lobby and she met John Tolliver. I didnąt like John very
much, but Marsha had a crush on him. I left after he invited her to see
another movie with him. She said sheąd ride home with him.˛ Meiąs face
was a study in emotion. There was shock, and fear, and a kind of hero
worship. It hit me like a tidal wave. I thought about telling her it
was just a coincidence. But I didnąt.
There were two reasons. She would be far easier to bring to orgasm if
she were emotionally charged. And any defenses she might erect, even
subconsciously, would be swept away by the sheer intensity of what was
happening to her.
And it was too stimulating to my ego.
Mei watched me, waiting for me to answer. I chose my words with care,
making it seem as though I were skirting a delicate issue. łLetąs just
say that I know you arenąt making up a story, Mei. Do you remember the
black van?˛
łOh my god.˛ The color drained from her face. She watched me with
dawning horror. łYou were there.˛
I hadnąt been within two thousand miles of there, wherever there was.
Mei was reacting in a very human fashion.
Remember War of the Worlds? People really thought Martians were
invading. The whole country went crazy. Innocent things were suddenly
imbued with sinister meaning. An night birdąs call transformed into the
voice of Martian invaders. A cat prowling in the dark became a
harbinger of death. I had asked Mei a totally unrelated question. It
was almost certain that a black van had been in the parking lot that
night. There are, after all, millions of vans, black and otherwise. And
in her over-excited state it would be easy for Mei to remember a black
van, even if the parking lot had been empty. Which, of course, it
hadnąt been. Mei swallowed audibly. She trembled again. She didnąt need
to act anymore. Her memories of that night, coupled with her emotions
and an over-active imagination, had transported her back in time. For
all intents and purposes, the Mei Wu sitting in front of me was
seventeen years old. Superstition is a powerful and dangerous thing.
łThe black van.˛ I repeated. łThat night you walked past it. Maybe it
didnąt even register consciously. But for our setup, Mei, itąs going to
be different.˛
Mei leaned forward, bonds forgotten. Her attention was focused on me
totally. She was listening with her entire body. As though right now I
was the most important thing in her universe. Mei had lost herself in
the part. She wasnąt acting, because it was her we were dealing with.
łThis time, Mei, as youąre walking past the vanąs open side door
something happens.˛
łI know Akido, master.˛ She said. łWouldnąt there have been a Ţght?˛
łNo.˛ I said ţatly. łWait here.˛ I was only gone for a minute or two.
When I came back there was a heavy black object in my hand. I gave it
to her. She grasped it awkwardly in her bound hands. łBe careful of
that.˛ I warned her. łItąs a weapon.˛ łIt doesnąt look like a weapon.˛
She said doubtfully. łItąs called a stun gun. Although stun wand might
be more acute.˛ Mei looked the thing in her hand over more carefully.
It looked almost like an oversized TV remote control. There was a
single red button and a pair of metal prongs facing forward. łHow does
it work?˛ Mei asked. I took it from her. łItąs the perfect weapon, Mei.
Unlike anything else ever invented it doesnąt kill. It does no physical
damage at all. It doesnąt even hurt. Even the metal studs are blunt.˛
łThen what good is it as a weapon?˛ Mei asked. łIt renders the victim
unable to use his or her voluntary muscles for a short period of time,
ten or Ţfteen seconds.˛ I pressed the button. An eerie crackling came
from the taser as a blue electric spark sizzled between the two metal
studs. Mei jumped.
łIt overrides the brainąs nerve signals to the muscles. As long as the
current ţows the victimąs voluntary muscles are paralyzed. Once current
is removed it takes about ten seconds to regain control. And youąre
disoriented for about a minute. There are absolutely no other effects.˛
Mei swallowed. łBut wouldnąt it affect your heart? Thatąs a muscle
too.˛ łIf this were a normal cattle prod youąd be right.˛ I agreed.
łBut thereąs only enough current to penetrate the skin. This thing runs
off a standard 9 volt battery.˛ Opening the base I showed it to her.˛
łYou have two sets of nerves. One controls automatic body functions
like the heart beat. The other is for motor control of your arms and
legs and so forth. The two use a different łcode˛ to communicate with
the brain.˛ łThis device.˛ I held up the taser. łUses the code for the
voluntary muscles. It łjams˛ the motor control impulses without
affecting the autonomic nervous system.˛
łLet me show you what happened that night, Mei.˛ I pointed to couch.
łThe couch is the black van. You might want to get out of it.˛ Mei
laughed nervously and stood up. I went to the couch and sat down. I
shoved the coffee table about a foot further away.
łThe coffee table is the car parked next to the van. Your kidnapper is
sitting inside the van.˛ I sat on the couchąs backrest. łNow walk
between the van and the car.˛ I told her. Biting her lip nervously she
did so.
As she came level with me I leaned forward and pressed the taser
against her bare arm. Mei turned to me, eyes widening in disbelief as I
pressed the button.
It was like a puppet when you cut the strings. I grabbed Mei as she
started to topple and laid her on the couch, face up. Then I pressed
the taser against her solar plexus and pressed the button again. She
didnąt make a sound but her head lolled back and she went completely
limp. I sat on her and grabbing her roped wrists. I mimicked the
motions of binding them. Getting up I used the taser again and quickly
gagged her with a training harness gag.
More complex than a simple ball gag, the harness had a strap under her
chin to force the mouth closed around the ball. Another strap goes
around the head at mouth level. A third goes around the forehead and a
Ţnal strap goes over the top of the head, down the back. It splits in
front to go down either side of the nose. And itąs almost impossible
for the victim to free herself of it.
Itąs also very effective as a gag.
Mei was stirring Ţtfully, still disoriented. I slipped a blindfold on
her and mimicked making her belt then grabbed her wrists and pulled
them behind her head. Using the same slip knot arrangement I had before
I attached a rope to her wrist cinch and ran it between her legs from
behind, tying it Ţrmly in front. I made sure the rope wasnąt tight
enough to hurt, but still taut enough to rub her the right way.
I used the taser again, on her solar plexus. The nice thing about the
taser is there arenąt any cumulative effects. Since it relies on
trickery to work instead of force, absolutely no damage occurs. I tied
her ankles, taking my time and doing it right. Mei was still
disoriented when Iąd Ţnished. I decided to bind her knees as well. As a
Ţnishing touch I folded her legs and attached her ankle cinch to the
back of her waist rope.
She wasnąt going anywhere. By now sheąd recovered from the taser
completely. I left her and returned the weapon to itąs hiding place in
my room. When I returned Mei was squirming, trying to get loose. She
jumped when I spoke.
łYouąre now in the van. One of the Ţrst things he did was close the
door, so no one else could see. The man tied you up like you are now,
gagged and blindfolded you. Then he drove off with you. łTry to get
free, try to scream.˛ I ordered. Mei screamed as hard as she could. It
came out a stiţed squeal and Mei coughed. She squirmed again,
whimpering.
łJust like before, Mei. While the van was moving you came twice. The
man can see you in his rear-view mirror, he knows what you did, and he
knows that you had an orgasm.˛
łWhen he got to where he was going he put you on a bed. And then he
left. Thatąs your setup. Now your deţoration begins.˛ Mei was heavy in
my arms as I picked her up. She whimpered again as I carried her
upstairs. Awkwardly I opened her door and carried her inside.
Gratefully I dumped her on the bed. She cried out, into her gag. The
waterbed surged under the impact, making her roll about helplessly. I
left, locking the door. The locks I use make a loud ratcheting click,
clearly audible from inside the room. I hurried to my own room.

Chapter 7 Fantasy

I turned on the spy camera in her room. The picture came on, showing
Mei rolling around on her bed. I zoomed the picture until the bed Ţlled
the screen.
Then I set up the VCR for six hours of recording. Activating the voice
over I said.
łWelcome, collector. The tape you are watching is perhaps unique in
your collection. What you are about to see is the complete enslavement
of a teenage girl. She will be degraded and humiliated, and will be
forced to multiple orgasm by her captor.˛
łWe apologize for the lack of professional production values in this
tape. You are watching the scene through the eye of a single spy
camera, and listening through the cameraąs microphone. We feel youąll
agree that what the tape lacks in presentation it makes up for in
content.˛ łBecause, you see, everything you are watching is real. There
will be nothing faked, nothing falsiŢed. This tape shows an actual
enslavement. The bonds are real, the rape is genuine, and the girl is
an unwilling victim who has been in our possession less than an hour.˛
łLet us repeat. Everything that you will see on this tape is being
recorded live. The girl is not an actress, she is not willing, and she
will be forced to endure bona Ţde rape at the hands of her captor.˛
łNow for some background. This victim was abducted from the parking lot
of the Newberry Mall in San Francisco at˛ I glanced at my watch. ł7:15
P.M. on March 12, 1990. According to her driverąs license her name is
Mei Wu. She is 4 feet 10 inches tall and weighs 105 pounds. She is only
seventeen years old, which makes her a senior in high school.˛ łEnjoy.˛
I cut the mike and pulled the camera back until it showed some of the
room. Quickly I stripped naked then hurried to the dungeon. I donned an
appropriate outŢt and grabbed some supplementary supplies. I stopped by
my room to get the key. Reaching Meiąs door I unlocked it as loudly as
I could. When I entered Mei was on her knees, facing the sound. She was
almost unrecognizable. Her entire face was covered with the combination
of blindfold and harness gag. Her lovely black hair was ţattened by the
straps and escaped only in wisps. Her green dress was rumpled and the
skirt was folded up on one side nearly to her hip. She was still
heart-stoppingly lovely. My cock got hard, slipping down inside the
leather sheath, raising it. I moved silently to her side. With a gentle
hand I smoothed her skirt ţat again. Mei squeaked and jerked her arms.
Overbalanced she fell on her side. I pulled the sheets down with one
hand, then picked her up and deposited her on the bed sheet. She
trembled. łHello, Mei.˛ I said. She moaned again and squirmed. I put my
hand against the material of her skirt where the rope creased it and
pushed. Mei wailed and shuddered, jerking her arms spasmodically. Her
orgasm was totally unexpected, making my cock throb in itąs leather
sheath. I was dressed in a pair of leather shorts fastened with a broad
black belt. Leather straps, almost like suspenders ran over each
shoulder. The straps were connected in front and back at nipple level
by a strap and ring. The most unusual aspect of my shorts, though, was
the silk lined leather sheath that held my penis outside the shorts.
When erect my cock completely Ţlled the leather tube, making it stand
proudly erect. The shorts and sheath were a sort of second skin. My
cock was invisible, but itąs presence was not. Whoąd ever designed
these things had been a genius. On my head was a leather hood that
covered everything except my mouth. Even my eyes were covered by
mirrored lens like those used in sunglasses. The effect was frightening
as hell. Carefully I pulled out a chain from the headboard. On the end
of the chain was a leather collar which would hold the wearer quite
effectively.
I put it around Meiąs neck, being careful not to get it too tight. When
I was satisŢed I got a big combination lock like they use on school
lockers and I put it through the collarąs hasp. The click was heavy,
metallic. Then I began to untie Mei.
Her legs were Ţrst, then the crotch rope, then her hands.

7a

Finally I undid the waist rope. I pulled her blindfold off and lastly
her gag.
She blinked several times, accustoming herself to the light. Then she
turned and looked at me.
łOh god!˛ She screamed, pulling back as much as the chain would permit.
łWh-who are you?˛ She managed. łWhat do you want?˛ łI am your master.˛
I said Ţrmly. łI want your total enslavement. And Iąm going to have it,
slut.˛
łIąm not a slut!˛ Mei protested. łYouąve got the wrong person. Iąm a
good girl! Please, please let me go!˛
łA good girl.˛ I grinned sarcastically. łYouąre also a liar, slut.˛ łI
am a good girl.˛ Mei objected. łIąm a-that is Iąve never done it
before!˛ łSo? Youąre a virgin?˛ I asked. Mei looked at me. łStupid
slut! Answer!˛ I barked.
łPlease! Yes, Iąm a virgin! Iąve never done anything like that! Please
let me go! Please!˛ Her fear seemed genuine. I decided to probe a
little bit. I sat on the bed. Mei scooted back as far as her chain
would allow. łSo, youąre a virgin.˛ I said. She nodded quickly. łThat
just makes you a cock-tease, bitch. Lead the boys on, then leave them
ţat. Is that it?˛ łI donąt do that!˛
łBut you donąt fuck them?˛ I sneered. łA slut does one or the other. So
one way youąre a whore, the other a cock-tease. Which is it?˛ łNeither!
Iąm not a slut! Iąm a good girl! I donąt belong here! Please donąt hurt
me!˛
łYou expect me to believe a hot piece of ass like you is a good girl?˛
I scoffed. łDressed up like a goddamn Hong Kong hooker? And a knockout
besides? If you are a virgin youąve got a lot of frustrated males to
atone for. If youąre not your pussyąs probably had more trafŢc than the
Holland Tunnel.˛
łBut Iąm not!˛ Mei was on the edge of tears. I wondered if I was
pushing her too far.
łA good girl wouldnąt play with herself after sheąd been tied up.˛ I
said. łA good girl wouldnąt be so excited sheąd come twice in a
half-hourąs van ride. Especially considering she was probably on her
way to a gang bang.˛ łAnd a good girl wouldnąt be so turned on by being
in bondage sheąd come the instant her master touched her. No, Mei,
youąre not a good girl. Youąre a slut. I know it, and you know it. So
thereąs no use lying about it.˛ łIąm not lying.˛ Mei fell back on her
dignity. łI donąt know who you are, but I know youąre going to rape me.
I canąt stop you. But I wonąt enjoy it. And I wonąt help you.˛
I laughed in her face. łNot only will you enjoy each and every
perverted thing thatąs going to happen to you, but in the end youąll
beg me for it. And Iąm not just going to rape you, Mei. Iąm going to
enslave you. Totally, completely, and utterly own you. Iąm going to
make you come until you faint. And when you come to Iąll do it again.
And again.˛ łLeave me alone!˛ She shouted. łYouąre sick! Perverted
scum! I hate you!˛ łLie down, bitch.˛ I snarled. łIąm going to take
your dress off.˛ łGo to hell.˛ Mei snarled back. I smiled and stood up.
Mei eyed me uncertainly. Leaning down I picked up something. Mei paled
when she saw it. łDo you know what this is?˛ I asked. Mei had trouble
speaking. Finally she said.
łItąs a whip.˛
łMore accurately, itąs a cat oąnine tails.˛ I said, drawing the thongs
through my Ţngers. łNow, Iąm going to take your dress off, bitch.
Whether you cooperate or not. And Iąll enjoy using this on you. But I
wonąt if you cooperate.˛ I struck the bed frame as hard as I could with
the whip. It sounded like a pistol crack. Mei yelped and cowered back.
łNow lie down.˛ Biting her lip Mei did so. She was trembling violently.
Her Ţsts were clenched and her eyes were closed.˛ łHow old are you,
Mei?˛ I asked, trailing the whip over her legs. She shuddered.
łSix-seventeen.˛
łHow many guys have you fucked?˛
łIąm a virgin.˛ She said through clenched teeth. I chuckled. łOK. I
believe your hymen is still in one piece. Of course, Iąll Ţnd out soon
enough-by breaking it.˛
łBastard.˛ She hissed. I laughed.
łSo you havenąt let any guys stick their prick up your pussy. How many
girls have you let lick that virgin pussy, hmm?˛ łThatąs disgusting.˛
Mei glared at me. She ţinched as I raised the whip. łNone, of course.˛
łOf course. How about your asshole, Mei? Ever let anybody travel down
the old Hershey Highway?˛
łWhat?˛ Mei acted like she didnąt know what I was talking about. łOh,
come now. Must we be crude? How many guys have shoved their cock up
your asshole?˛
łNone!˛ Mei said. łThatąs so sick itąs beyond perverted!˛ łWell, well.
No cunt and no asshole. Hmm. What about your mouth? Ever sucked a guyąs
cock?˛
łNo.˛ She mumbled.
łEver jerked a guy off?˛
łNo!˛
łNot even a little? My, you are a boring date. So all you do is walk
around in short silk dresses and smile, is that it?˛ łI donąt want to
talk about this anymore.˛ Mei turned her head and closed her eyes.
łDo you even kiss guys, bitch?˛ I said, slapping her lightly across the
belly with the whip, not hard enough to hurt. She ţinched violently.
łSometimes.˛
łWhen, for example?˛
łWhen I go out on a date. If I like him.˛ łDo you ever let them feel
you up?˛
łNo!˛
łNot even sometimes?˛ I asked sweetly.
łNo.˛
łNobodyąs ever caressed you here.˛ I touched her left breast with the
whip handle.
łNo.˛ She peered at me through slitted eyes. łIąll bet you have,
though, havenąt you?˛ She stared at me. I raised the whip
threateningly.
łWhat do you mean?˛ She cried, desperate not to have me hit her. łIąll
bet,˛ I said, leaning down. łThat you play with yourself. A lot. Am I
right?˛ Mei didnąt answer. She blushed instead. łBetter answer me.˛ I
said conversationally. łIf you want to keep wearing that pretty dress.˛
Mei just shook her head. I shrugged. łFine by me. Cock-teasers like you
generally want to be forced into it, anyway. That way you can swear it
isnąt your fault when you have a screaming, gut-wrenching climax.˛
I reached for the buttons on her dress.
łNo! Iąll talk!˛ Mei yelped. She grabbed my hands. łOh, youąll talk all
right. But without this silk rag. Now put your hands down.˛ I barked.
Mei did so, watching me like a hawk. I undid all the buttons, careful
not to dislodge the material prematurely. When I was done I parted her
dress like a hunter parting reeds. She closed her eyes. Under the dress
she was wearing a slip of Ţne black lace. It was shorter than her dress
had been, barely covering the tops of her thighs. I made Mei turn over
and I pulled her dress off. Casually I tossed it to the ţoor. Mei
rolled onto her back, hopelessly pulling the slipąs hem down. She saw
me watching her and stopped.
łYou know something else good girls donąt do?˛ I asked
conversationally. łThey donąt wear black lace. Black lace is for sluts.
Like you.˛ łIąm not a slut. I just like pretty underthings.˛ łRight.
Black lace is so sexy. I bet you have some terriŢc fantasies, donąt
you? Oh, yes, I was about to ask if you played with yourself. Do you?˛
łPlease, why are you doing this?˛
łBecause I enjoy it.˛ I said. łAnswer me.˛ łI canąt.˛ She sobbed.
łPlease, I want to go home!˛ She was actually crying, I could see the
tears. But she was still in character, and there was the recording to
consider. And she hadnąt called me master, which meant (I hoped) that
she was still in the scene.
łWrong answer, bitch.˛ I said. Moving with a single ţowing motion I
swept her shoulder straps off and skinned the slip down her arms and
off her legs before she knew what was happening. She gasped and
reţexively tried to cover herself.
Her hands were too small. Stripping her of the slip left her with a
garter belt, stockings, bra, and panties. But the panties were lace and
tiny. The bra actually covered more. Her garter belt straps ran
underneath her panties. When I pointed this out to her she looked at me
funny. łIt means youąre a slut.˛ I said. łJust more evidence. Now put
your hands down.˛ Reluctantly Mei obeyed. I undid her garter belt and
freed her stockings. Pulling the straps out caused her to gasp. I
peeled the stockings from her legs. Clad now only in inadequate bra and
panties, chained by the neck to the bed Mei lay helpless before me.
łNow, do you play with yourself?˛ I asked. łPlease.˛ Was all she said.
łSpread your legs.˛ I said. Mei looked at me, stricken. I slammed the
whip across the bed, careful that the thongs not touch her. Whimpering
she obeyed halfheartedly.
łAll the way, bitch.˛ Closing her eyes she did so. I took advantage of
her closed eyes to press my hand into her cunt. Mei shrieked and closed
her legs, trapping my hand, but not before I had felt her heat and
dampness. łDamn you!˛ She sobbed. łDamn you to hell!˛ łYouąre wet,
little miss virgin. Youąre turned on. Your pussy juices have soaked
through those sexy panties of yours. Youąre enjoying yourself, arenąt
you.˛
łNo!˛ She denied. I caught her chin in one hand. łDonąt lie. Your body
betrays you, slut. This is turning you on. Isnąt it?˛ łI canąt help
it!˛ Mei cried.
łA good girl wouldnąt be turned on, would she?˛ I asked. Mei closed her
eyes. łWould she?˛
łNo.˛ Mei whispered.
łI didnąt hear you, Mei.˛
łNo, a good girl wouldnąt be turned on.˛ Mei started to cry again. This
was turning into an awfully intense session. I wondered again if I was
pushing too hard. But I couldnąt stop now.
łWhat kind of girl gets turned on when sheąs chained to a bed, Mei?
What kind of girl is excited by being kidnapped and raped?˛ łA slut.˛
Mei said, sobbing. łA whore.˛
łAre you turned on?˛
łYes!˛ The word was torn from her, a gasping wail. łDo you play with
yourself?˛ I asked.
łYes.˛
łVery good, Mei. See, if you cooperate things go much easier.˛ I
caressed her with the whip. Mei twitched but didnąt say anything. łI
donąt enslave good girls, Mei. Only sluts. And only cock-teasing sluts.
Are you a slut?˛
łYes.˛ Her tears were making tiny puddles by her ears. She hadnąt moved
since Iąd touched her.
łAre you a cock-tease?˛
łYes.˛
łOpen your bra.˛ Still crying Mei unhooked the front of it. Unasked she
pulled the cups away from her breasts and struggled out of it. She
dropped it to the side. She didnąt protest when I pulled her panties
down and off with one smooth motion.
łNow spread your legs, bitch. And this time Iąm going to make sure they
stay spread!˛ Wordlessly, blushing she spread her legs. I snared an
ankle, making her gasp, then wrapped the leather strap around it. I
made sure it was tight, but not too tight, then put a monstrous
combination lock through the hasp. I repeated it with her other ankle,
leaving her bound by the neck and both ankles. She halfheartedly tried
to close her legs, suspecting it was impossible.
łNow play with yourself.˛ I commanded.
łNo!˛ She protested, aghast. I slapped her across the breasts lightly.
She yelped at the slight sting, the whip hadnąt hit her very hard. łThe
next oneąs between your legs, bitch.˛ I said conversationally. łNow
play with yourself. I wonąt whip you, unless I think youąre faking. You
can play with yourself as long as you like. But when you come, we go on
to the next step. Understand?˛
łNo I donąt. What next step?˛ Mei lay with her arms at her sides,
crotch glistening with sex lube.
łYou said you werenąt going to enjoy this, little miss rich bitch.˛ I
said. łIąm going to show you how wrong you are. Iąm going to do things
to you, one at a time, each one more perverted than the last. And each
one continues until you come. Then Iąll go on to something kinkier.˛
łBig he-man.˛ She sneered. łItąs easy to force me, Iąm chained down.
But I wonąt enjoy it. You might rape me but youąll never make me have
an orgasm.˛ łOrgasm.˛ I mocked her accent. łItąs called cumming bitch.
Orgasms are what women have. Sluts come. And Iąll tell you what. If you
can last till dawn without having completed the series, Iąll let you
go. But you wonąt. I bet youąll make yourself come in under an hour.
After that, things will go faster. Iąll have you begging to be chained
before dawn.˛ łNever!˛ She spat. (Figuratively speaking). I slapped her
across the belly lightly, letting her feel the thongs slide over her
skin. łPlay with yourself. And if I think youąre holding back, Iąll
whip you black and blue, bitch.˛
Mei glared at me, but hesitantly ran her hands over her torso. I pulled
up a chair and straddled it, watching. She avoided touching anything a
bikini would cover until I slashed the bed frame with the whip. It made
a pistol-like crack. She jerked, then with a resigned sigh cupped her
breasts and squeezed lightly.
It was Ţve minutes before she touched her pussy. But the instant she
did I knew she would come. So did she, I had to slap her breasts
lightly with the whip to make her continue.
It grew harder and harder for her to keep from coming, she was gasping
and sobbing with the effort. Each time she paused I used the whip
lightly, spurring her on.
It was a hard Ţght she put up. But it wasnąt ten minutes before she
screamed, grinding her crotch against her palms, squirming and groaning
from the pleasure. When it was over she looked at me in despair and
collapsed into tears.
I took her hands, sticky with her lubricant and chained them so she was
spread-eagled with only a little room to move. Then I began to caress
her all over, making her shiver and sigh. I used my hands and Ţngers,
only occasionally leaning down to kiss her skin lightly. When I Ţnally
reached her cunt Mei was panting, mewing, her pride still making her
Ţght. I put my thumb against her clitoris and pressed. łOw, youąre
hurting me!˛ She squealed.
łItąs supposed to, bitch. How many guys have wanted you, only to be
left in the dust?˛ I snarled. I pressed harder. She leaped in her
restraints, making my hand slip in her slippery ţesh. My Ţnger sank
into something, and for a moment I thought Iąd broken her cherry.
Mei froze, staring at me with dawning horror. Looking down I discovered
my middle Ţnger had sunk into her anus up to the second joint. I pushed
the rest of the way in, feeling her slippery ass crack against my
knuckles. She whimpered and closed her eyes.
łYou like that, donąt you?˛ I asked. She shook her head violently. I
pumped my Ţnger in and out. She gasped and tried to escape. I followed
her relentlessly. She moaned and shuddered. I caressed her clit lightly
with my other hand, continuing to pump her asshole. She whimpered
again, I could feel the heat and wetness of her, could smell the sharp
tangy odor of her arousal. Her lubricant was ţowing sluggishly into the
place my Ţnger penetrated her. I took advantage of it, withdrawing long
enough to coat my Ţnger and plunge it in again. She wept, but her body
shuddered and met me halfway.
Laughing I added a second Ţnger, twisting gently. She groaned in
mingled pain and pleasure, trying to escape until she grew used to the
violation. In a surprisingly short time she shuddered and groaned in
orgasm, slamming her hips upward. When it was over she nearly swooned
from exhaustion. Thatąs when I mounted her. She stiffened, staring
wildly up at me. I was still wearing the leather shorts and my encased
cock, rock hard and huge with the encumbering sheath, pushed hard
against her pussy, forcing itąs way up against her hymen.
łIf I push.˛ I whispered. łIt will go in. But it will hurt worse than
anything youąve ever felt. And the blood will ruin the leather. Are you
going to make me push, slave girl?˛
łNo, master!˛ She pleaded. łPlease! Iąll do whatever you want! I
swear!˛ I pressed harder. Meiąs eyes widened in horror. Suddenly she
stretched up her head and kissed me. It was a shocking kiss, all soft
yielding lips and hot b reath. I could taste the faintest trace of salt
on her lips. łWhat can you offer me, bitch?˛ I growled. łWhy shouldnąt
I hurt you?˛ łIf you donąt Iąll stop Ţghting.˛ Mei said desperately.
łIąll do whatever you want, Iąll become your slave, willingly.˛ I
withdrew just a hair. Sensing she was on the right track she forced
herself to relax completely. łMaster, your slave begs you not to hurt
her. But if thatąs what you desire, then take me now.˛ Her eyes were
wide and she trembled. I got up. Mei sighed with relief and closed her
eyes.
łAnything I want?˛ I asked. She nodded, watching me with smoldering
eyes. Her adrenaline rush had aroused her, making her all Ţre and
motion, chained though she was.
łIąm going to leave you for a couple of minutes. Think about what Iąm
going to do to you when I get back. I went to the dungeon, selecting a
padded metal bit gag and hurried back. Mei was still in the grip of her
rush, watching me alertly as I dropped the metal thing by the bed and
stripped slowly, exposing my cock to her for the Ţrst time. Iąll always
remember the way her eyes widened in genuine awe at the size of my
cock. It inţated my ego no end. Iąm not that much larger than normal,
but in Meiąs situation it must have looked enormous. Iąm still enough
of a kid to enjoy that sort of thing.
łNow, Mei, you did say anything, didnąt you?˛ I asked cheerfully. She
nodded eagerly.
łYes, master. Iąm yours, now and forever.˛ Gone was the frightened
seventeen year-old sheąd been playing, and good riddance. Here was the
nineteen year-old Mei who was where she wanted to be. I settled between
her legs, looking at her genitals.
Her cunt was, as the British would say, a lovely piece of work. I
hadnąt hit her there so there wasnąt the slightest mark. Swollen with
arousal and bright red from the blood pulsing through it, her pussy
begged to be kissed. Experimentally I leaned forward and breathed
slowly on her cunt. Mei raised her hips, trying to make me lick her. I
drew back and breathed again. łThat feels so strange.˛ She said softly.
łHot, like the desert wind.˛ I stroked her lightly with one Ţngertip,
as light a teasing touch as I could manage. Mei moaned softly. My Ţnger
came away wet with her lubricant. I pushed my Ţnger into her asshole,
watching in fascination as it puckered and ţexed around the intruder.
Leaning forward I licked her cunt, a long slow lick, from her rosebud
to her bush. She shuddered and her chains thrummed as she took the
slack suddenly. Liking the effect I did it again. And again.
łPlease, master, let me come.˛ Mei begged pitifully. łYou canąt be
ready yet.˛ I said in disbelief. łIąm not, but it wonąt be long. I can
feel it. Ooh, especially when you do that!˛
łWhat am I doing you like so much?˛ I asked, smiling. łOoh, putting
your Ţnger up my ass. It feels so wonderful.˛ I kissed her cunt,
forming a seal I sucked hard. Mei squealed as a rush of warm liquid
ţooded my mouth. Not swallowing I sucked again. And again. Mei
trembled. I inserted another Ţnger up her ass and twisted my hand. With
an eerie groan she shuddered. I stopped what I was doing and mounted
her. She opened her mouth eagerly, tongue extended. I kissed her,
keeping my mouth closed. She urgently probed my mouth, prying at my
lips to open them. I opened my mouth.
Mei bucked under me as she understood too late what I had done. Her own
pussy lubricant ţooded her mouth. Grabbing her head I forced her to
taste her juices, let them Ţll her mouth. Finally she swallowed in self
defense. Holding the kiss I reached down between us and guided the head
of my cock between her legs, letting the tip feel her hot liquid
softness. łMaster, oh, master, yes, fuck me!˛ Mei demanded, breaking
the kiss, prodding me with her hips, forcing my cockhead against her
hymen. She was insistent. My penis was throbbing, demanding to plunge
to the hilt into her yielding satiny cunt.
Making the supreme effort I pulled back. Mei cried out wordlessly, an
animal sound of protest. I returned to her cunt and attacked her
remorselessly. She cried out as I pushed my tongue into her, just able
to lick her maidenhead. Then I nibbled gently on her clitoris, making
her thrash about helplessly as her climax approached.
Iąd made love to a few women before, so I wasnąt a virgin. But Iąd
never had one like Mei. On average, if I was careful, I could make my
partner come once, if I spent a half hour doing what I was doing to Mei
now. But they were never expressive like this, never lunging against my
face, never groaning in total rapture, lost to the world. My previous
lovers had been high society, like Mei. But theyąd been reŢned in bed,
discrete even during orgasm, never making much noise, never moving
uncontrollably.
In short, the complete opposite of Mei. Sheąd already come, what, four,
no Ţve! times in the space of two hours. And she was about to have
number six. Not even in pornographic movies had I seen such a response.
I swore Iąd keep this girl, if everything else went to hell. Mei moaned
again, panting. I could feel her trembling from the strain of holding
herself back.
łPlease, master!˛ She called, desperation in her voice. For answer I
plunged two Ţngers up her asshole. She screamed, surrendering to the
pleasure that thundered through her. I rode her, sucking her juices
from her as she squirted into my mouth. I continued to lap her even
after sheąd Ţnished coming.

Chapter 8 Deţoration

łPlease master, stop, let me get my breath!˛ Mei cried out, trying to
escape my tongue. Taking pity on her, I stopped, then mounted her. łYou
came without permission again.˛ I growled, kissing her, letting her
taste herself on my mouth. She accepted my kiss, eagerly lapping with
her tongue at every vestige of her essence.
łI am a disobedient slave, master. But I canąt help it. Your touch
makes me go insane.˛ Mei whispered in my ear.
łIąm going to rape you.˛ I said. łIąm going to rip into you and fuck
you as hard as I can. Weąll see if you come from that. If you do, then
you have my permission to come as often as you like, whenever you like,
with whomever you like.˛
łI belong to you, master.˛ She kissed me lightly. łIf you want to hurt
me Iąll try to endure it, to please you. Gag me, so my screams wonąt
deafen you.˛ I stared down into her eyes. She was solemn, her eyes
staring into mine with just a trace of fear, serious. I nodded to her.
Reaching down I retrieved the gag sheąd worn when Iąd chained her to
the bed. She opened her mouth for the ball, wincing as I pulled her
hair while awkwardly fastening it.
Then I guided the head of my cock against her pussy, feeling the
softness again, knowing this time I wouldnąt pull back, knowing I was
going to deliberately hurt her, and make her bleed. I stared down into
her calm eyes and savored the thought of her pain. Sadistically, I was
looking forward to hurting her.
I put my hands on her shoulders, pinning her back ţat to the mattress.
łI want to watch as I deţower you.˛ I said to her. łI want you to keep
your eyes open.˛ I tensed. łNow!˛ I shouted. I pushed, feeling the
softness yield, then resist. Mei screamed into her gag as something
gave way and I sank fully into her. Her head went back and her eyes
widened in shock as I pulled back and thrust again.
It was like fucking a volcano. Her cunt was white hot, burning in ist
touch. She was sopping inside, I could feel her spreading, shifting,
her virginal pussy adjusting itself to the conquering stake driven
rudely into it. Mei was crying, I coldly kissed her tear stained
cheeks. I rested a moment, savoring the heat and wetness of her.
She felt different from other women. The others had been soft and warm,
slippery velvet. Mei was molten lava inside, not velvet, but oiled
glass. And she gripped me hard, harder than Iąd thought a woman could.
Her cunt was virgin tight, Iąd never fucked a virgin before. Especially
not a virgin who had just had Ţve massive orgasms.
I drew back, watching Mei react. She didnąt, which puzzled me. I thrust
back into her, effortlessly despite the breathtaking tightness. And
then I understood.
łCan you feel me?˛ I asked. Mei nodded. łIt doesnąt hurt, does it?˛ She
shook her head once, then nodded once and shook her head again. łJust a
little?˛ I guessed. She nodded. I began to move, feeling none of the
normal friction of fucking, just the oiled glass sensation that Iąd had
with initial penetration. I smiled down at her and began to thrust
quicker and harder. She didnąt react, just relaxed and tried to match
my movements. I picked up the pace again.
Mei had come too much. Her vagina was in effect so lubricated she
couldnąt feel any friction from my cock. Iąd heard about this, but
never experienced it before. It offered real possibilities. We
continued to move, Mei showing an uncanny ability to match my
movements, particularly since she was chained ţat to the bed. She sort
of rippled, letting the bed help her keep in motion. Forgetting the
idea of rape I slowed down, feeling only enough friction to keep me
erect, with none left over for orgasm building. I reached between us
and began to manipulate her clitoris. She reacted, sighing in
satisfaction, her pussy getting even wetter. Shaking my head I laughed
softly and abandoned that approach. We made love for Ţfteen minutes,
with me kissing her and playing with her breasts. She wasnąt going to
come, she was too wet. I unbuckled her gag and discarded it. She kissed
me tenderly.
łI love you, master.˛ She whispered in my ear. I propped myself on my
elbows and stopped moving. Her face was serene, she was obviously
exactly where she wanted to be, chained to her bed, being fucked by her
master. She didnąt give a damn whether she came or not.
łI want you to fuck me forever.˛ Mei whispered. łI wish I could hold
you as you possess me.˛ She smiled up at me. I started moving again,
pulling all the way out of her, then sinking back. Her pussy made
obscene sucking noises.
łI want you to taste your virginąs blood, Mei.˛ I said. She nodded.
łWhatever you desire, my lord. I have no purpose but to serve you.˛ She
was dead serious. I withdrew from her, examining my cock. It had traces
of blood, but not what Iąd expected. Moving up I sat on her shoulders
and helped her raise her head.
łClean off my cock and weąll try it again.˛ I commanded her. She bent
her head forward and licked the head of my cock, which was gleaming
with her juices. A deŢnite jolt coursed through me. Taking her head in
both hands I pressed my cock against her lips. She opened her mouth,
and I pushed, sinking half my length into her face. She tried to pull
back instinctively but I held her.
After a moment she relaxed, running her tongue along the bottom of my
cock. Another jolt tore through me and my cock twitched in her mouth.
Mei rolled her eyes up to meet mine. I pulled out, letting her lick
every trace of blood she could Ţnd. There was no hesitation in her now,
eagerly she tongued my prick, pausing every now and then to take it
into her mouth and gently swirl her tongue around it.
She was a natural born fellatrix. When Iąd felt myself sufŢciently
aroused I pulled away. Mei smiled up at me.
łHas your slave pleased you, master?˛
łYes, Mei, youąve pleased me. Letąs see if we canąt dry you out a
little so I can come inside you. Then weąll see how good you are at
recharging a spent prick.˛ I picked up my shorts and put them back on.
Mei looked unhappily at me.
łYou said it would hurt, master.˛ She complained. I kissed her. łIt
would hurt an ordinary girl, Mei. But your pussy lubes so much I think
youąll enjoy it. And it will dry out enough to let me come in you.
Donąt you want that?˛
łYes, master. Are you sure it wonąt hurt?˛ łNo.˛ I admitted. łBut isnąt
a little pain worth pleasing me?˛ łYes, master.˛ She said reluctantly.
łBut please go slowly. Please?˛ I mounted her. Using my hand I guided
the tip of the sheath against her opening.
Mei tensed, waiting for the thrust. She expected it to hurt. I pushed,
feeling my cock seat itself Ţrmly inside the sheath. Then the sheath
was creeping into her.
Mei arched, pressing her breasts against me in a forlorn attempt to
escape from the artiŢcial shaft piercing her. She gasped as I slipped
my hands under her back and grabbed her shoulders, bracing her as I
continued my inexorable progress.
łSo thick, oh, uh, please, slowly, slowly.˛ She panted. I was only half
way in. Impatiently I thrust Ţrmly. My sheath punched inward, seating
itself. Mei cried out, ţinging her head back.
łOh, master.˛ She breathed. She looked at me. łIt doesnąt hurt.˛ She
said in relief. łIn fact it feels wonderful.˛ I smiled down at her and
began to move, not fast, but not gentle either.
Mei went limp. Soon she was matching my motions, and moaning. I pulled
out, using my hands to skim off the excess lubricant. There was a
surprising amount. I wiped it on Meiąs face, then pushed back into her.
This time she grunted and winced in pain. łSlowly, master, oh I beg
you!˛ łDid you feel it?˛ I asked.
łYes! It hurt, like a telephone pole.˛ Mei groaned. I slowly pulled out
of her, Ţnding much less lubricant on the sheath. She was dried enough
now, I thought, to make fucking her interesting. Quickly I stripped and
laid down on top of her. She sighed in relief and actually moaned in
pleasure at my penetration.
This time her pussy felt like silk instead of oiled glass. She could
feel me, and I her as I began slowly to fuck her. łYes, oh, I love you,
master! Fuck me, fuck me till I faint!˛ Mei kissed me, lost in
pleasure. Her movements, once easy and ţuid, were turning urgent,
demanding. I could feel my own orgasm getting near. Reaching back I
pinched myself lightly between scrotum and anus. It brought a little
relief. łIąm going to come.˛ I warned the undulating Chinese girl under
me. She smiled in joy.
łYes, master, come in me. Pump me full of your jism, let it ţood my
pussy!˛Her words seemed to reach inside me and tickle my balls. I glued
my mouth to hers and let my movements get faster and faster, letting
the pleasure build in my cock, holding it until the glow spread through
my groin, up into my stomach. With a bestial growl I pushed my knees
under her ass, and clutched her hips hard. Pulling almost out of her I
rammed back in as hard as I could. She cried out a protest. I didnąt
care, I could feel Ţre gathering between my legs, could feel my control
desert me like a dam bursting.
The Ţrst spasm was pure ecstasy, making me groan aloud as sperm spurted
from my cock, spewing into the teenage girląs body. I pushed as deep
into her as I could and held it there. The second spurt was almost as
good, I swayed drunkenly. Mei was sobbing, she could feel my semen
burning her, igniting her lust.
When the last spasm passed I fell forward on top of her, twitching cock
still embedded in her vagina. I gulped air in great gulps, holding her
lightly, trying to remember to hold my weight on my elbows. Mei was
panting too, but she recovered before I did.
łI love you.˛ Mei whispered, squeezing me with her cunt. She smiled at
my startled expression. The gentle pressure came and went several
times. łI love you, too, Mei.˛ I said, stroking her face tenderly. My
cock softened and withdrew from her gripping sheath. Unsteadily I rose.
łMaster?˛ Mei asked timidly. łI didnąt come. Iąm still on the edge,
could you please?˛ She looked at me appealingly. I smiled. łOf course,
little one. 69, I think.˛ I got over her on hands and knees, cock
dangling over her mouth. Leaning forward I licked her clitoris. Mei let
out a delighted moan and captured my limp penis in her mouth, sucking
gently and rhythmically. I attacked her cunt, wanting to get her off as
much as I could. It only took about Ţve minutes.
By this time my cock was hard again. Mei experimented with her tongue,
thrilling me with the warmth and willingness of her mouth. As she was
recovering from her orgasm I probed her with my Ţngers, marveling again
how wet she was. I doubted Iąd ever be able to bring her to climax
normally, the friction just wasnąt there. That gave me a wicked idea,
followed closely by a second.
łMei.˛ I said, pulling out of her mouth.
łYes, master.˛ She answered languidly.
łIąm going to make you deep throat my cock. Youąre going to have to
relax your throat muscles. Your comfort is your responsibility. I wonąt
stop if you gag, so get used to the idea.˛
łYour will is my desire, master.˛ Mei answered. łThen open your mouth.
This isnąt going to be slow and gentle, Iąm going to rape your throat.
Do you understand?˛
łUm-hmm.˛ She said, letting my hardness slip into her mouth. Deep
throat is an interesting skill. Sword swallowers use the same methods,
which are basically tilting the head back and relaxing the throat
muscles. The gag reţex also has to be suppressed. I pushed down. Meiąs
mouth took me but then she gagged, bucking and coughing. I backed off
hastily. After sheąd recovered I started lapping her cunt, deliberately
arousing her. I pressed down again, letting my full body weight lay on
her. She choked again, and again I backed off. łThird timeąs the
charm.˛ I told her. She was writhing under me, aroused by my cunt
sucking. I pressed downward, determined not to back off, no matter how
much she gagged.
Meiąs throat was a warm inviting tunnel my cockhead was just reaching.
I could feel her resistance to my probing. She gagged again, but I
continued to press, feeling the opening of her throat twitch. Then it
yielded, like her virginity had. I sank four inches suddenly. My entire
cock was now in her mouth and throat, my pubic hair ţattened against
her lips. Sheąd stopped gagging, but was still responding to my tongue.
I pulled out slowly, gently. Mei drew a great shuddering breath. łThank
you, master. With you in my throat I couldnąt breath!˛ łBetter take a
deep breath, then.˛ I warned her. I felt her torso swell as she obeyed
me. This time I pressed Ţrmly, and Mei gagged only slightly. Her throat
yielded a second time to my unnatural invasion. I held it there for
about half a minute, feeling the warm wet tightness squeezing me
gently. I nipped her clitoris. To my surprise she came, a small
twitching all over her body. I withdrew, leaving Mei to gasp for
breath. I was completely aroused now, cock hard and hot.
Eagerly, before my erection could ţag I worked the combination to her
bonds, one lock after another. Mei looked up at me in surprise. Roughly
I grabbed her and ţipped her onto her belly. In less than thirty
seconds she was bound spread-eagled on her belly. I took both pillows
and stuffed them under her hips, raising her ass high in the air. I
think Mei realized immediately what was going to happen, but she didnąt
protest.
I took the new gag Iąd brought from the basement and showed it to the
aroused girl. It was different than the gag sheąd worn so far. This gag
had a padded metal bit with a swivel in the middle. The bit was
attached to steel rods placed vertically on either cheek. A strap
buckled under the chin, another attached by D rings to the steel posts
and went behind the head. Another strap went over the top of the head
side to side. I buckled it on, explaining as I did so.
łMei, this gag is designed to garble anything you say. Nobody will be
able to understand you. But it wonąt mufţe groans of pleasure or
screams of agony. You realize what Iąm about to do?˛ łFuck me in the
ass.˛ Mei said just before the bit went between her teeth. I nodded.
łIąm going to rape your asshole, and itąs going to hurt. Since your
pussy juice is so abundant thatąs all the lubricant youąre going to
get. Youąve called me cruel, and I am. Your asshole is mine tonight,
Iąm going to fuck it hard and fast, and sink eight inches of cock into
your bowels. If you offer even the slightest resistance it will hurt.
The more you Ţght it, the more you will suffer.˛
łOnly your abject, total surrender will keep the agony at bay. Do you
understand?˛
łYyeephf.˛ Unable to speak Mei pushed her ass higher in invitation. I
knelt between her legs, probing her cunt with my Ţngers. She shuddered,
writhing as I continued to probe, getting wetter and wetter. Her
lubricant ţowed sluggishly over my Ţngers. I shifted my attack, pushing
two Ţngers against her asshole. Mei gasped in surprise as my Ţngers
sank into her. The penetration was easy, I felt her anus relax even as
I pulled out and pushed again.
Shifting back to her pussy I literally scooped out a dollop of
lubrication and then worked it into her asshole. Mei groaned in
pleasure, liking the feel of Ţngers pushing into her nether openings.
When I couldnąt stand it any longer I guided my cock into her cunt and
pushed. Mei grunted as my weight pressed into her ass muscles. The
oiled glass Ţst that was her pussy enveloped me again. I sank suddenly
to the hilt, not giving her time to adjust before pulling out and
ramming in again. Mei sighed as I withdrew the second time, all the
way. Anal rape is the ultimate violation. Penetrating a woman there
makes her feel as though youąve torn away the veil of her soul, leaving
her nowhere to hide.
Mei sighed as my prick touched her anus. I pressed slowly. There was no
effective resistance to my invading penis. Mei growled deep in her
throat as I slowly thrust my cock home, relishing the heat of her, the
softly giving walls of her rectum. It felt like nothing Iąd ever
experienced. I began to move slowly in and out of her. Mei groaned
repeatedly, gasping and grunting each time I changed direction. Before
long she was meeting my thrusts, shoving with a raised ass, increasing
the force of my thrusts. The waterbed abetted our movements, heaving
rhythmically. I increased the pace, to Meiąs moaned approval.
I felt her sphincter muscle clench suddenly, and Mei convulsed, letting
out a loud scream. Her orgasm was a shuddering, prolonged spasm that
made her Ţght the chains with savage movements. She screamed again as
my Ţngers found her clitoris and she slammed up against me, driving my
cock hard into her butt, with the sound of ţesh slapping ţesh. Her Ţnal
wail trailed off into a sobbing whimper.
I withdrew, still not having come. I was close, very close, and didnąt
want to spoil things with what would deŢnitely be the last climax of
the night. Mei was crying, from pain or humiliation I couldnąt tell.
Taking her lubricant, which was so abundant it was making a mess on the
sheet, I lubricated my cock, noticing that Meiąs asshole still hadnąt
closed. Taking advantage of the situation I pushed back into her. Mei
groaned, shuddering, her asshole clamping reţexively. I reached under
her and slipped two Ţngers into her vagina. Then I began to fuck her
again. I was careful and slow, relishing the feel of her ass ţexing,
the ring of muscle sliding over the length of my cock as I thrust in
and out. She started sighing, and by the time I was nearing my second
orgasm she was threshing and moaning on the edge of her own, however
many that had been by now.
When she came it wasnąt the savage uncontrolled convulsion Iąd felt
last time. This time her asshole barely twitched, her pussy ţuttered
against my Ţngers. She moaned, a long low sound and went limp. I
continued to fuck for another minute or so, feeling my own second
orgasm like a big hand that swatted me out of my senses for a moment.
When I came back my cock was going limp and slipping out of the Chinese
girląs asshole. My entire weight was crushing her into the mattress,
but she wasnąt complaining.
In fact she wasnąt moving. Suddenly concerned I got off her and felt
for a pulse.
It was there, strong and steady. Her breathing was slow, deep, and
even. I freed her, turning her onto her back gently and removing the
gag. It wasnąt very long before she opened her eyes. She seemed
exhausted, not moving, just smiling very faintly. It took effort for
her to speak and her voice was slightly blurred.
łWhat happened?˛
łYou came so much you fainted.˛ I said with a smile. Meiąs expression
become contented, like a cat thatąs had too much cream. łDid I please
you, master?˛ She asked. I reached down and gently cupped her face.
łYes, Mei, you please me very much. And now itąs time for your reward.˛
łMaster?˛ She asked, puzzled, stroking my hand. łWeąre going to shower,
and then Iąm going to let you sleep with me. Iąm sure after such a
vigorous exercise you wouldnąt mind a little sleep?˛ łOh, that would be
wonderful, master.˛ Mei sighed. łIąm so tired.˛ She giggled. łAnd am I
going to be stiff in the morning!˛ I laughed and helped her up.
In the shower we didnąt try to make love, both of us were too tired to
do more than wash each other. I took her to my room and stark naked we
fell asleep in each others arms.
I was happier than Iąd been since Iąd won the lottery.

Chapter 9 House Rules

I woke up feeling wonderfully content. That puzzled me and I tried to
place just why I should feel that way. Then I turned over and saw her.
She was sleeping on her stomach, face turned toward me. The light from
the window glinted from her soft black hair. One hand was on the pillow
between us. The cover was off her shoulders, baring a small part of her
back, which was smooth and tan.
I felt no urge to move, I didnąt want to risk waking her. She slept
easily, totally relaxed. And she was the most beautiful thing Iąd ever
seen. I could feel warmth spreading over me, and affection. I didnąt
think it could be love, it had been too soon, despite our incredible
night of- What? What had last night been? Love making? Rape? Sex? What
to call it? Call it wonderful, and let it go at that. I carefully
looked at my watch. It was nearly Ţfteen after ten, weąd gone to bed at
midnight. Mei didnąt look like she would wake up for hours. I sighed
and closed my eyes, determined to doze for a while.
My cock had other ideas. It was hard with morning erection, reminding
me that Mei was naked and within armąs reach. Here was a pretty
problem! In all my plans Iąd never considered what to do in this
situation. Mei was free now, until six tonight. I decided Iąd just have
to wait.
Mei saved me any further consideration by turning onto her back and
stretching. She blinked several times, staring up at the ceiling. łGood
morning.˛ I said softly. Mei jumped, startled, looking at me with wide
eyes. Then she relaxed with a smile.
łGood morning, master.˛ The diamond around her throat caught the light
as she slid over and kissed me, rubbing herself up against me like a
cat. Her smile grew wider when she felt my erection. łGood morning,
Mei.˛ I said. łBut Iąm not your master during the day. Did you sleep
well?˛
łLike a baby.˛ She answered, reaching down to cup my cock in both
hands. łAnd Iąm your willing slave, day or night, master.˛ łI just
wanted to point out that you have full control of your body again.˛ I
said mildly, intrigued by the light stroking motion she was doing. It
felt wonderful.
łThen let me make love to you.˛ She whispered. I reached between her
legs, stroking her pussy. She winced and drew back. łOh, Iąm so sore
there!˛ She looked disappointed. łIąm sorry, master, I donąt think I
can make love to you after all.˛ łHowąs your asshole?˛ I asked, feeling
let down. łThatąs sore too.˛ She sighed.
łAnd your throat?˛ She smiled.
łThatąs Ţne, master. One blow job, coming up.˛ She pulled the sheet
free of us and slid down.
łYou have a beautiful cock, master.˛ She said. I smiled, liking the
feel of her hands.
łDid you enjoy last night?˛ I asked. Kissing the underside of my prick
she nodded.
łIt was everything Iąd hoped it would be.˛ She paused. łBut I donąt
remember much after you began fucking me in the ass. What happened?˛
łYou came twice. The Ţrst time it was like fucking a hurricane.˛ I
chuckled. łRemind me never to fuck your ass without tying you down
Ţrst. Itąs too dangerous.˛ Mei laughed.
łI remember that! God, I thought I was dying! It just went on and on!˛
łWhat does it feel like when you come?˛ I asked, curious. It had always
intrigued me, the way a woman seemed to lose herself when she climaxed.
I pulled her up against me, feeling her breasts brush my chest. łItąs
impossible to describe, master.˛ Mei considered. łYou lose all contact
with the outside world. Itąs like you go blind. And deaf. All you can
feel is the pleasure taking you, throwing you into a void. You canąt
feel your lover, you canąt feel your body, just the ecstasy. Before
last night Iąd never had an orgasm last more than a second or two. Last
night, especially with you fucking my ass, it seemed like it lasted for
hours.˛ She looked at me mischievously.
łHow long was it, really?˛
łHmm.˛ I stroked her back as I tried to remember. łIąd say about ten
seconds. Of course, I was rather preoccupied at the time. Say ten
seconds, give or take two or three.˛
łDid you come in me then?˛ She asked.
łNot the Ţrst time. Or the second.˛
łI donąt remember the second one.˛ Mei held me closer. łTell me.˛ łYou
had been moaning and jerking for a minute or two.˛ I stroked her hair.
Mei cuddled up to me. łThen you just quivered and made the weirdest
moaning noise. After that you must have fainted because you went
totally limp.˛ łAnd you came with me?˛ Mei asked. She kissed my chest.
łNo.˛ I tilted her head up and kissed her, long and slow. She gasped
when I broke the kiss. łI continued to fuck you for a minute or two
before I came. You were still unconscious when my sperm squirted into
you.˛ łThatąs so exciting.˛ Mei whispered. łWhat was I like? Did you
enjoy me?˛ łYes.˛ I said. łYour body was limp, and your asshole got
lax. You went soft, it felt like the ultimate surrender.˛
łYouąve come in my cunt and my ass.˛ She said, smiling. łLet me make
you come in my mouth.˛
łNo.˛ I said. She looked at me uncertainly. łWhy not?˛ She asked
plaintively.
łBecause I want to come in your throat.˛ I smiled at her. łRemember
last night? I forced my cock down your throat and you took it.˛ łOh,
yes!˛ Mei slipped down to my cock. łJust lay back master, and let me do
all the work.˛ Her eyes twinkled. łCall it a reward for being the best
master a girl ever had!˛
She took me in her mouth, slowly, teasingly. Making sure I was watching
her she plunged my cock into her throat.
And gagged. She looked surprised as she hastily backed off. She hadnąt
made it. She tried again. And again. Each time she gagged before she
could make it.
łIąm sorry, master.˛ She said. łI just canąt seem to do it.˛ łTry
again.˛ I ordered her, putting my hands on her head. Understanding
showed in her eyes and she slowly sank her mouth over my cock. This
time when she gagged I pushed Ţrmly on the back of her head and shoved
my hips upward. This time it went in. Mei shuddered and held her pose
for nearly a half minute.
She was swallowing repeatedly, making her throat caress my penis. It
was bringing me to climax embarrassingly fast. Before I could come,
however, she had to pull away in order to breath. Panting through her
nose, with only the tip of my cock in her mouth she watched me. I
nodded happily, stroking her hair. After her breathing had quieted she
took her mouth from my cock and began to deliberately hyperventilate.
I got up and stood on the soft carpeting. When I held my hand out to
her she understood what I wanted at once and got out of bed to kneel in
front of me, still breathing deeply. When she was ready she leaned
forward, putting her hands on my hips. I put my hands on her head and
pulled her mouth onto my cock. When my cockhead touched the back of her
throat she put her hands on my buttocks and pulled herself forward.
She didnąt gag this time, instead her throat opened easily, letting me
slid in. This time when her lips touched my pubic hair and she began to
swallow I knew Iąd come before she had to breath.
And I did. My come spurted down her throat for almost Ţve seconds in a
series of agonizingly sweet jets that seemed to have back blasts that
burned up my spine to explode in the base of my skull. I threw back my
head and couldnąt mufţe the groan of pleasure that escaped me. Mei
pulled away and licked the last of my come from the tip of my prick. I
sagged on my feet, looking down as Mei cleaned my penis with her
tongue. łThat was wonderful, Mei.˛ I said, pulling her to her feet.
łThank you.˛ łIt was my pleasure, master.˛ She said. łMy gift to you
for the ecstasy of last night.˛
I smiled and pulled her back to bed. łMay I hold you awhile, Mei? Just
cuddle with you, no sex?˛
łOf course, master.˛ She laid back gracefully on the bed. I slipped in
beside her and took her in my arms.
łWe have serious matters to discuss, Mei.˛ I said, holding her warm
lovely body close. łThere are things I have to tell you, and help I
want from you.˛ łAnything, master.˛ Mei said.
łYou know that Iąm having other girls come here to be part of my harem.
Does that bother you? When a new girl enters the harem Iąll make love
to her that night, no matter what other plans I may have made. With a
dozen girls each one will only have a couple of nights a month with
me.˛ łI guess what Iąm saying is, will it make you jealous?˛ łNo,
master.˛ Mei smiled. łI donąt think I could stand last night if it
happened more than twice a month. It would leave me too sore. And I
might become bored with it.˛
łThatąs something else. What are the girls going to do on the nights
theyąre off? I want to make everyone happy, so theyąll stay.˛ łKeep
them busy.˛ Mei said promptly. łBoredom comes from having nothing to
do. If you give them jobs theyąll be happier.˛ łIąd thought about
that.˛ I said. łIąm going to give each girl an allowance. In return
sheąll be taking care of some aspect of the house or our lives. You,
for example-˛ I touched her nose. ł-Iąve got plans for. Iąd like you to
become the harem mistress.˛
łMaster?˛ Mei looked confused.
łIąd like you to make each girl feel at home here, beyond what I do. I
want you to coordinate the haremąs activities, to soothe any hurt
feelings. In other words, to become a den mother.˛
łSome girl scouts!˛ Mei laughed. łYou want me to become a madam for
your whorehouse, is that it?˛
łIt isnąt a whorehouse!˛ I protested. łThat would degrade the girls! I
just want-˛
łI wasnąt being literal, master.˛ Mei laid her hand lightly across my
mouth. łI understand what youąre asking of me. Iąm honored that you
think Iąm qualiŢed for such a huge task. Iąll do it.˛ She laughed. łI
know several call girls, master. Prostitutes. They donąt consider
themselves degraded.˛ łIf you know them, theyąre probably upper class.˛
I said gently. łTrust me, normal prostitutes have hard lives. And the
victims of a whorehouse have it worst of all.˛
łIąd never thought about it that way.˛ Mei said thoughtfully. łAnyway,
weąre getting away from the subject. As harem mistress youąll have one
further responsibility.˛ I watched her gravely. łYes, master?˛ Mei
asked. She looked so beautiful it made my throat hurt just to look at
her.
łIf I request it, it will be your responsibility to prepare the girl
for me. Bathe her, dress her, and tie her down for me. I might even
require you to hold her as I rape her. Can you do that?˛ łYes, master!˛
Mei said. The thought obviously excited her. łI will hold you
personally responsible for the harem and any trouble that erupts.˛ I
warned her. łIąll punish you as well as the offenders, do you
understand?˛
łYes, master.˛ Mei turned serious. łIf I fail, that it all I deserve.˛
I kissed her gratefully, relieved that it had gone so smoothly. łIąm
going to entrust you with the Ţles.˛ I said. łAnd my checking account.
Any theft will be severely punished, any indiscretion might cost you
your turn in my bed. Do you understand?˛
łIąm not a thief, master.˛ She protested, hurt. łAnd I understand how
important a womanąs secrets can be. You may trust me.˛ łThereąs one
more thing. Because you will be seen to have more power than the rest
of the girls, Iąm going to nip any jealousy in the bud. Your personal
Ţle will be always available to any of them, whenever they want to
look. And so will the tape from last night.˛ łTape? Oh, my god you did
record it, didnąt you?˛ Mei seemed a little upset. She controlled
herself at once. łI understand master. And youąre right, it is fair.˛
łTheir tapes will also be freely available to each other.˛ I commented,
comforting her. łSo the only thing that you canąt keep private is your
personnel Ţle.˛
łI understand.˛ She relaxed. łIąve read my personnel Ţle, thereąs
nothing there Iąm ashamed of.˛
łGood girl. Oh, weąre going to have to come up with a set of house
rules.˛ I told her. łSomething that the girls can read so they know
what is expected of them. A list of infractions, too.˛
łAlong with a list of punishments.˛ Mei added mischievously. I shook my
head.
łNot exactly. Each girl will have her own list of punishments, tailored
to her alone. Thereąs nothing else that would work. One girl might
enjoy a punishment that another would consider horrible. Itąs going to
take a complete knowledge of each girl before such a list can be
created.˛ łThat makes sense.˛ Mei admitted.
łIąll be the one to do that.˛ I said. łNow, we need to get up and get
to work. Thereąs a lot to do today.˛
I sent her to her room and got dressed. I met her downstairs. She was
carrying her sheet, bundled up.
łThis has stains on it.˛ She explained. łWhereąs the laundry room?˛
Grinning I directed her. Then I started making breakfast. Mei soon
joined me. She was wearing jeans and a blouse.
After eating I gave her instructions about sending each of the girls a
thousand dollar check to pay for the relocation. I was surprised to
learn she knew how to use my word processor
I made calls to the phone company to arrange for extra lines, the
construction company to build a large second garage, and the ţorist for
a dozen roses.
By the time I had Ţnished it was almost two oąclock. Mei was still
working, creating a set of house rules, so I sat in and kibitzed. The
doorbell rang about three, just as we were knocking off for a late
lunch. I knew who it was, so I asked Mei to answer it. When she came
back her eyes were shining. In her arms was an open box containing a
dozen long stemmed roses. The card was in her hand. She read aloud.
łTo a very special lady, with my love and respect, Paul. Thank you,
master. I think Iąm going to cry.˛
łBetter put them in water Ţrst.˛ I said, smiling. łTears might make
them wilt.˛ Laughing she ran forward and kissed me, quickly,
spontaneously. We had to rummage for a vase, I hadnąt had ţowers in the
house in a long time. łIąm going to like it here.˛ Mei said, smiling.
She hesitated. łMay I speak freely, master?˛
łOf course.˛ I said, sensing something offbeat was coming. She knelt
gracefully before me with bowed head. I blinked in surprise. łI think
you are a very special person, Paul. Iąm glad to have met you. Youąve
taken my heart, and thatąs something I never expected. I thought Iąd
play your game and grow tired of it after a while, and leave. But now
Iąm your slave, in body and soul. I never suspected Iąd ever want
anyone to own me, that I would abandon my will for anotherąs commands.
I thought this would just be a game.˛
She looked up at me. łI belong to you now, for as long as youąll have
me. And itąs for real.˛
I was stunned. I knew she cared for me, and that in itself was
suspicious, since weąd only really met twenty-four hours ago. But last
night sheąd said she loved me. Iąd put it down to euphoria. But unless
I was very much mistaken, sheąd just said she loved me again. łMei, I
donąt know what to say.˛ I pulled her to her feet, looking at her
gravely. łAre you saying you love me?˛
łWith all my heart, master.˛
łBut you only met me yesterday!˛ I said. łIąm ţattered, but love
doesnąt strike like lightning!˛ Mei silenced me with a kiss. łI love
you.˛ She whispered. łI was drawn to you when I read the ad Fumi showed
me. Each of your letters convinced me that this was where I wanted to
be. And last night opened my eyes. When I saw you this morning,
watching me, and I saw your face, the look on it, I knew.˛ She dropped
her head. łPunish me for presumption if you will, master. But I know
what I know.˛ łIąll never punish you for speaking your heartąs desire,
lady.˛ I said gravely, shocked to my core by her confession. łI value
honesty above much else. And because of that, I must be honest with
you.˛ I drew a deep breath, looking into her eyes. What I said next was
the hardest thing Iąve ever done.
łI donąt love you. I have affection for you, and respect. I honor you
for being everything in a woman Iąve ever imagined a woman could be.
And I might grow to love you, I suspect that would be very easy. But
right now, in this place and in this time, I donąt love you.˛ łDo you
accept my slavery?˛ Mei asked. What I said must have hurt, but it
didnąt show on her face.
łYes. And humble it makes me that such a lovely woman would give
herself unconditionally to me.˛
łThen thatąs enough-for now.˛ Mei kissed me again, then stepped back
and bowed deeply. I returned her bow, making it about half as deep. Mei
burst into a radiant smile.
łYou got it just right!˛ She laughed, clapping her hands together. I
was saved from further embarrassment by the phone ringing. I started to
answer it but Mei got there Ţrst, holding up a placating hand. łThis is
Paul Reinerąs residence.˛ Her face went from solemn to mischievous.
łOne moment, please.˛ Putting her hand over the phone she said. łItąs
Rachel Two-Feathers, master.˛
łGive me that!˛ I grabbed the phone in a panic. Mei grinned as I
captured the receiver.
łHello, this is Paul.˛
łPaul? This is Rachel Two-Feathers. You called yesterday morning and
told me to call you when I was ready. Well, Iąm ready.˛ łGreat! Letąs
see, I guess the Ţrst thing to do will be to arrange to have your
things picked up. If youąll give me the address I can have a truck
there within three hours.˛
łThatąs very kind of you, but it wonąt be necessary. Iąm not bringing a
lot with me, just a couple of suitcases.˛ Rachel said quickly. I
remembered that Rachel came from a poorer background and backed off
hastily. łWell, thatąs one less thing to worry about.˛ I joked. łHow
soon would you like to step on the plane?˛
łAs soon as possible.˛ She said. Mei held up her hand and pointed to
the den. I nodded, putting my hand over the phoneąs mouthpiece. łPick
up the extension.˛ I called as she hurried out. łOK, Rachel, hang on
just a minute and let me switch phones. łYou can hang up the phone,
master.˛ Meiąs voice said in my ear. łIąve got it. ł
łThank you, Mei. Rachel, Iąll be right with you. Hang on just a sec,
OK?˛ łOK.˛ Rachel answered uncertainly. I hurried to the den. Mei had
the computer Ţred up and was already using the modem to dial out on the
other line. I grabbed the phone.
łRachel, weąre arranging your ţight now. I must say Iąm pleased to hear
fro m you so soon. You didnąt have any trouble making arrangements
then?˛ łNo. Listen, um, I know this is none of my business, but who was
that girl that answered the phone?˛ Rachel asked difŢdently. łIf you
want to tell me, that is.˛
łThat was Mei, a member of my harem.˛ I said. łHa-harem?˛ Rachel
stuttered. łYou mean Iąm not the only-oh my.˛ łDoes that bother you
Rachel?˛ I asked. There was silence on the other end of the line.
łHello, Rachel?˛
łIąm-surprised.˛ She said after a moment. łI thought-well, you know. I
thought Iąd be the only one.˛
łIąm sorry if Iąve embarrassed you. I thought Iąd mentioned that to
you. I apologize. If you want to reconsider I understand.˛ łNo! Thatąs
OK. I was just surprised, thatąs all. It doesnąt make any difference.˛
łReally?˛ I chuckled. łI bet it does, doesnąt it?˛ łWell, maybe a
little.˛ She admitted. łBut I suppose if you were advertising for slave
girls, it just makes sense youąd Ţnd more than one.˛ łActually,˛ I
said. łMei was the Ţrst one to come here. Youąre the second. There will
be a total of twelve girls when the harem is complete.˛ łMaster.˛ Mei
turned from the keyboard.
łHang on, Rachel. I think weąve just found your plane.˛ łThereąs a
plane leaving Tucson in an hour bound for Charleston. Thereąs a charter
service in Charleston that ţies to Pine Ridge. If we call the charter
service they can ţy her to Pine Ridge and we can pick her up.˛ łIs an
hour too soon?˛ I asked. łWeąve got a plane leaving Tucson at,˛ I
paused, calculating. łTwo thirty your time. It will take you to
Charleston, here in South Carolina. From there we can arrange a
chartered ţight for you to Pine Ridge, which is the closest town to us.
Weąll pick you up and bring you on home. Or is that too soon?˛
łNo, thatąs Ţne.˛ Rachel said, breathlessly. łI have to say you really
move fast.˛
łAll part of the service. I can have a cab at your door within Ţfteen
minutes.˛ I said, signaling Mei to make the reservations. She reached
over and snagged my wallet, making me jump in surprise. Extracting my
credit card she typed for a few seconds, then shut the computer off and
started dialing the phone.
łHello, information? Iąd like the number for any taxi cab company in
Tucson, please.˛ Mei said softly into her phone. łHang on, Rachel.˛ I
went and grabbed her Ţle, bringing it back to Mei, who had just gotten
through to the taxi dispatcher. I gave her the folder, she smiled at me
in thanks.
łRachel?˛
łYes?˛
łWeąre arranging for your cab now. Itąll just be another moment.˛ Mei
hung up and motioned for my phone. I handed her the receiver. łHello,
Rachel?˛ Mei said. łHi, yes this is Mei. Listen, weąve made all the
arrangements. Thereąs a taxi coming to take you to the airport. Youąve
been booked on United Airlines ţight 237. A ticket has been registered
in your name, it will be waiting for you at the United check-in desk.˛
She listened for a moment.
łNo, theyąll take your luggage when you go to board the plane. And
hopefully give it back when you get to Charleston.˛ Mei chuckled.
łSorry, just a little airline humor there. Have you ever ţown before?˛
She listened. łOK. Thereąs no problems, really. I was just teasing.
Anyway, when you get to Charleston youąll be met by a pilot from the
Southern Cross charter service. Heąll ţy you to Pine Ridge, where weąll
pick you up. As easy as pie. OK, hereąs Paul again.˛
łHello?˛ I said.
łMei seems very nice.˛ Was the Ţrst thing Rachel said. I smiled at the
Chinese girl.
łShe is.˛ I said. łYouąll like her a lot. Any second thoughts?˛ łNo.
Iąm sure Iąll be very happy there.˛ Rachel said. łOkay, your cab should
be there in about ten minutes.˛ I said. łGood luck, have a nice ţight,
and weąll see you in about-˛ I looked at Mei. łFive hours.˛ She said.
łFive hours.˛ I told Rachel. łAnd thank you for deciding to come.˛
łThank you. Good bye.˛
łGood bye.˛ I said, hanging up. I looked at Mei, who smiled back at me.
łAre you excited by her coming?˛ Mei asked. łIt seems tonight youąll
have another virgin to enslave.˛
łMei,˛ I said, leaning forward. łThis doesnąt lessen what happened
between us at all.˛
łI understand, master. This is all part of the game for you. And I can
enjoy this too. Donąt worry, Iąm not the jealous type.˛ She leaned
forward and hugged me.
łIąm happy for you, really!˛
łWeąd better get to work if weąre to receive her by nine oąclock.˛ I
said, rising.
I prepared her room, giving her the one next to Meiąs. I made sure all
the bondage gear was out of sight, because, like Iąd told Mei I didnąt
want to scare her away. I intended to give her a full day to adjust
before enslaving her.
łIąm scared, Mei.˛ I admitted during dinner. łWhat if I do something
and it makes her leave?˛
łYou wonąt.˛ Mei reassured me. łLook at what you did to me, and Iąm
still here.˛
łBut youąre extraordinary.˛ I said. She smiled at the compliment. łIf
she is truly a sex slave master, she will stay, no matter what you do
to her.˛
łBut what if I should hurt her? Injure her?˛ łMaster, you can be cruel,
but at heart you are kind and good. I donąt believe youąd do anything
that would hurt her or anyone else.˛ łYou are a treasure, little one.
How did I ever get along without you?˛ I smiled at her. She had changed
from jeans and blouse and now wore a dress whoąs skirt was slit from
hem to hip over each thigh. The red silk contrasted sharply with her
tanned skin, and the diamond at her throat glittered in the dining room
light as she moved. Teardrop earrings of crystal dangled from her ears.
łI see youąre wearing your necklace again. Whatąs the occasion?˛
łBringing home another harem slave, master.˛ She said. łI know how much
pleasure that brings you. And if you are happy, then so am I.˛ She
lifted her glass to me in salute.
łTo Rachel, my harem sister. May she bring as much pleasure to my
master as I have.˛ Gravely I raised my glass in answer. I decided Mei
should be the one to pick up Rachel. Mei got the CRXąs keys to drive
into Pine Ridge. I stopped her.
łYou know, the CRX is probably too small to hold Racheląs luggage.
Those suitcases can be pretty big. Here, youąd better take the 959.˛ I
held out the Porscheąs keys. Mei looked at me in disbelief and slowly
reached to take the keys.
łOh, thank you, master!˛ She breathed. I shrugged uncomfortably. łIt
has a sort of a back seat. Be careful, though. It can be a real handful
if youąve got a heavy foot.˛
łIąll be very careful master.˛ She promised fervently. After she left I
mooched around the house, willing the time to pass. Then I got the
bright idea to check out the tape Iąd made of last night. Going to my
room I retrieved the tape which had rewound itself and carefully
labeled it, also breaking out the tab to prevent accidental erasure. I
put it in the machine and hit play.
Watching yourself make love is a strange experience. Watching yourself
rape a bound teenage girl is mind blowing, even if you know sheąs full
willing. It looked as though I was raping her against her will. I fast
forwarded through most of the tape. I watched as she screamed and
fought her chains during her Ţrst anal climax, my cock throbbing. Just
as I ended the tape with her second orgasm the gate camera came to
life, showing the 959 easing into the drive. Hastily I popped Meiąs
tape and hurried down to the garage, eager to meet my new slave.

Chapter 10 Rachel

I entered the garage just as the car doors opened. Mei waved at me.
Rachel was climbing awkwardly out of the 959ąs compact cabin and didnąt
see me at once. I took the opportunity to study her. A full blooded
Apache Indian, Rachel was 5ą 5˛ tall and weighed 140 pounds. The weight
was in her bones and muscles, she was stocky but not fat. She described
herself as athletic and her favorite hobby as spelunking. Exactly why
she wanted to become a slave was rather vague. She was wearing a rather
plain white cotton dress with yellow ţowers. It looked like something
youąd wear to a job interview. Her feet were in basic brown loafers,
and her hair was pulled back into a single braid reaching to her middle
back. I noticed sheąd braided a bright yellow ribbon through it, the
effect was unusual and attractive.
Just like Rachel herself. She wasnąt beautiful like Mei but there was
something in her manner, a secret hiding within her, that showed
through. Iąd heard it in her tape, Iąd felt it in her letters. And, of
course, she was the only Amerind whoąd applied. That might have
inţuenced my judgment.
Rachel was pulling her suitcases out of 959ąs minuscule back seat,
giving me a nice view of her ample rear end. She turned and caught me
looking at her. Surprised, she sat her suitcase down and stood there.
łHello.˛ I said.
łHi.˛ Her voice caught, she was nervous. I smiled warmly and walked
forward to take her hands. She shivered once, looking up at me.
łWelcome home, Rachel.˛ I said. Mei came up and smiled at the Amerind
girl. Turning my attention to the Chinese girl I said. łAny problems?˛
łNo, master.˛ Mei shook her head. łWe stopped to let Rachel get a bite
to eat. There wasnąt much trafŢc, so I made good time.˛ She patted the
959 affectionately. łYou were right, this beast is quick.˛ łHow was
your trip, Rachel? Did you have any problems?˛ I asked her. She shook
her head.
łIt was so easy it was spooky. I canąt believe Iąm two thousand miles
away from home. The furthest Iąve ever been before was Phoenix. And Iąm
still on Mountain Time. To me itąs only seven oąclock.˛ łJet lag can be
a royal pain.˛ Mei said, picking up one of Racheląs suitcases. Taking
my cue I picked up the other. łWhy donąt we get you settled in Ţrst,
then we can all get acquainted better.˛ I suggested, leading the way.
Mei slammed the 959ąs door like a long time owner. I noticed Rachel
didnąt wince at the sacrilege. Not a car buff then.
łIąve put you in the room next to Mei.˛ I said as we headed for the
back stairs. Thatąs one thing I love about my house, itąs got an almost
Gothic reverence for nooks and crannies, back stairways and secret
doors. łIąll take you on a tour of the house later..˛ I said as we
climbed the stairs. Rachel looked around her, plainly impressed by her
surroundings. She gasped in delight when I opened the door to her room.
łItąs huge!˛ She exclaimed, walking in and turning completely around.
łThe bedąs as big as my whole room!˛ Mei watched Racheląs enthusiastic
exploration with a fond smile. Sheąd helped me get the room ready. I
watched both girls, feeling a warm feeling of joy sift through me. It
felt good to give someone something that made them happy. And I hadnąt
been happy in so long it was still a novelty.
łWould you like some help unpacking?˛ I asked. Rachel looked up from
the bed, which like Meiąs was a wooden four-poster water bed without
bafţes. łNo, thatąs OK, I can manage.˛ Rachel smiled. łIąll keep you
company while you unpack.˛ Mei offered. łAnd we can catch up on some
needed girl talk.˛ She looked at me signiŢcantly. łUh oh.˛ I staggered
comically. łGirl talk! Egad, thatąs my cue to exit stage left. Bye!
Mei, when youąve Ţnished your girl talk Iąll be in the living room.˛
łYes, master.˛ She said, making shooing motions with her hands. She was
grinning. Rachel looked from one of us to the other in confusion. I
left, closing the door behind me.
It was about half an hour before the girls came down. Iąd busied myself
by making a printed copy of the house rules. I also rescued Racheląs
letter from the stack of mail which in the excitement hadnąt been put
out for the postman. I did that too, feeling the warm spring breeze
rufţe my hair. It was in the upper sixties, South Carolina has a
pleasant climate in our part of the state.
I was idly ţipping through the channels on the satellite dish when
Rachel and Mei came into the room. Mei was still wearing her red dress,
but Rachel had changed into a ţoor length yellow nightgown of some
silky material, probably nylon. It billowed around her as she moved,
catching against a leg or arm every so often.
It was modest and slightly sexy, and Ţt her well. Sheąd freed her
braid, letting the black hair stream as it would around her. łWow.˛ I
said, standing up. Rachel smiled at me. łDo I please you, master?˛ She
asked, low and seductive. I swallowed, acutely aware just how much she
did. Mei must have given her some pointers. I wondered just what Mei
had said.
łVery, very, much. But please, tonight youąre my guest. Tomorrow night
will be soon enough to begin your slavery. Why donąt you have a seat?
Thereąs some things I want to talk to you about.˛ łI was hoping to
begin tonight, master.˛ Rachel protested, sitting down on the couch. I
sat back down across from her. Mei walked behind my chair and rested
one hand on my shoulder.
łI do like your attitude.˛ I said, smiling. łBut there are some things
I want to go over with you Ţrst, OK?˛
łYes, sir.˛ She sat with her legs together, hands folded demurely in
her lap. Absently I reached up and stroked Meiąs hand. She squeezed my
shoulder gently.
łFirst, I did say I would pay for your relocation expenses. You arrived
so quickly we didnąt get a chance to send you your check. Iąd like to
correct that now, so here you are.˛ I leaned forward and handed her the
check. She looked at it and her eyes got very wide. łA thousand
dollars?˛ She gulped, looking up at me. łI donąt know what to say! You
paid for my plane ticket, and my dinner, surely thatąs enough?˛
łThereąs more to relocation that travel.˛ I said, smiling at her
astonishment. łYou can save the money, if you like, or go on a shopping
spree.˛ Rachel looked down at the check in her hands. łThis is more
money than Iąve ever seen in one place before.˛ She said. łItąs too
generous, I canąt take it.˛ She held the check out to me. łTake it.˛
Mei urged her. łThink of all the lovely things it will buy.˛ łA gift,
for your courage.˛ I said Ţrmly. łA reward for your daring.˛ Rachel was
speechless. She looked at me, then at Mei, then at the check in her
hand. łI shouldnąt.˛ She mumbled.
łGo ahead.˛ Mei urged her again. łTomorrow weąll go into town and Iąll
show you how to spend it.˛
łWell-˛ Rachel was weakening. łIf you really think I should-˛ łYou
should.˛ I said. łIn fact, itąs an order. Your Ţrst command as my slave
girl.˛
łThen I canąt refuse, can I?˛ She asked, smiling. łNo. But before you
get carried away thereąs something very serious we have to talk about.
This-˛ I said, handing her the page of rules. ł-is a set of rules
youąll be expected to follow as long as you live here. Iąd like to go
over them with you, and make sure thereąs nothing you donąt understand
or canąt live with.˛
łWhat if there were to be?˛ She asked, turning serious. I shrugged. łIf
there is, youąll be a thousand dollars richer and weąll put you on a
plane no later than tomorrow afternoon.˛ łYouąre kidding.˛ Rachel said
in disbelief. łJust like that?˛ łJust like that.˛ I said solemnly.
łAnything less would be tantamount to abduction and rape.˛ Rachel sat
still, trying to grasp what I had just said. łI guess I donąt
understand.˛ Rachel said after a moment. łWhat Paul is trying to say.˛
Mei said softly. łIs that he must be absolutely certain you are here of
your own free will and under no false pretenses. Because during your
slavery he can make you do anything. He could rape you, or let someone
else rape you, and you would be helpless to stop any of it. So he must
be sure, to protect all of us.˛ łThatąs right.˛ I said. łIt isnąt all
candlelight and roses.˛ I took Meiąs hand and pulled her down into my
lap. Rachel looked mildly shocked at this casual display.
łTwenty-four hours ago Mei was a virgin, just like you. She isnąt,
now.˛ Rachel blushed. Even with her dark skin it was obvious. łIąm
sorry to embarrass you, Rachel.˛ I said softly. łBut when you give
yourself to me there are no limits. I will do whatever I want to you
and you wonąt be able to stop me. From 6 in the evening till 6 the next
morning you are my property, and I may do anything to you. Just as I
did to Mei last night.˛
łI loved it, master. You know that.˛ Mei said, squeezing my hand. She
looked at Rachel gravely. Rachel was twisting her hands nervously.
łLast night I became Pauląs slave. It was a night Iąll never, ever,
forget. There was horror, and ecstasy and pain so intermingled I
couldnąt tell one from another. He raped every opening in my body, he
demanded my soul.˛ Mei leaned toward Rachel. łAnd I gave it to him.
Willingly. As you must, if you are to become his slave. Rachel, itąs
the most wonderful feeling in the world. But it was terrifying, too.
Thatąs why he and you must be sure.˛ łYou can always leave during the
part of the day youąre free.˛ I said. łBut during the night, at least
twice every month Iąll claim your body and your mind.˛
łI-yes.˛ She said. łYes.˛ She was pale now, frightened but resolute.
łThe courage of your ancestors ţows in your veins.˛ I said softly. łYou
are worthy to join us. Welcome, slave girl. Tomorrow night you will
lose your virginity.˛ I blinked.
łBut Ţrst, the house rules.˛ I said, trying to shake the somber mood
weąd fallen into. Rachel nodded, peering down at her paper. I shooed
Mei to another chair.
łThere are three sections, the Bill of Rights, the Day Rules, and the
Night Rules.˛ I explained. łOf the three the Bill Of Rights is the
shortest.˛ I laughed. łOf course.˛ Rachel smiled and Mei giggled. łThe
Ţrst right is very simple. You wonąt be injured or endangered in any
way. This is the Ţrst law, and it has no exceptions. Thereąll be no
risk of your being bruised, or cut, or burned. Youąll be safe from
venereal disease or pregnancy. I might ask your permission to pierce
your ears, nipples, or labia, although under no circumstances will you
be coerced in any way to comply. The same is true of tattooing.˛ I
raised my eyes. łDo you understand, Rachel?˛
łI think so. Youąre saying I wonąt get hurt.˛ łNo.˛ I shook my head.
łIąm saying you wonąt be harmed. I will hurt you, from time to time.˛
łI donąt see the difference.˛ Rachel said. łI wonąt burn you with a
lighter.˛ I explained. łI wonąt brand you with a branding iron. I wonąt
cut you with a knife, or push safety pins through your nipples.˛
łI will whip you, or paddle you, or use body wax to remove body hair
(and that hurts). I can use electric shock or make you hold in a
massive enema.˛ łThere will be pain.˛ I said. łBut no injury. Now do
you understand?˛ łYes.˛ She took a deep breath.
łDo you agree to permit it?˛
łYes.˛
łGood. Your next right is also very simple. The items that you bring
with you, or buy with your allowance, are yours. They belong to you at
all times, and no one may take them or use them without your
permission, or damage them. This is true during your periods of slavery
as well as your periods of freedom, although during your slavery you
may be forbidden access to them. Do you understand that?˛
łNobody can take my stuff, or use it without my permission. I
understand.˛ Rachel nodded. łAlthough it seems rather obvious.˛ łWe
decided to put it down. During your slavery, these are your only
rights. By becoming a slave youąve agreed to forfeit all others.˛ I
said. łAnd lastly, any pet shall be treated as your property. Under no
circumstances are they to be teased or abused in any manner, by anyone.
They arenąt to be included in any sex games, they are to be considered
minor children and treated as such.˛
łMinor children?˛ Rachel asked, grinning. łOne of the girls is bringing
her dog. This says we wonąt make her fuck him.˛ Rachel stared at me
aghast.
łFuck a dog? Youąve got to be joking.˛ She stared at me. I didnąt move.
łYouąre actually going to make me fuck a dog?˛ Rachel asked. I
shrugged. łYou might. You might not.˛ I grinned suddenly. łLuck of the
draw. Youąll never know-until itąs too late.˛
łI want to go home.˛ Rachel said, scared. She stood up. I sighed,
lowering my head.
łI knew Iąd lose you.˛ I said miserably. łWould you like to leave
tonight, or in the morning?˛ My stomach knotted in frustration. łHas he
really lost you, Rachel?˛ Mei asked sadly. łYou heard him! Heąs going
to make me fuck a dog if I stay! My god, Mei heąll make you do it! Is
that what you want?˛ łNo.˛ She said. łHeąd have to shackle me to a
bondage frame. And gag and blindfold me. But I wouldnąt Ţght him. Iąd
probably hate it, but Iąd let him bind me for it.˛
Rachel looked at her like sheąd lost her mind. łFor Godąs sake, why?
Why would you let him do something so perverted to you?˛
łBecause I love him. And I want to please him, no matter how much I
might hate it. Iąm his slave, Rachel. Totally and utterly submissive to
his every whim.˛
łThatąs crazy.˛ Rachel muttered.
łPerhaps. But thatąs the soul of it, the whole of it. To be forced to
do whatever pleases my master, that excites me.˛ łEven that?˛ Rachel
asked.
łEven that. Rachel, we have different points of view. Iąd hate it if he
made me. But Iąd hate other things too. Like being paddled. Or being
raped by a dozen men, one after another. But Iąd do them instantly, if
he commanded me. Remember, Iąve had one night with him. You havenąt
felt your soul thrill to a dozen orgasms in the space of three hours,
each one more intense than any youąd ever given yourself. You havenąt
been seared by pleasure so overwhelming it made you faint.˛
She stared at the Amerind girl. łRachel, believe me. What weąre doing
isnąt easy, and it isnąt always pleasant. But the thrill of being owned
is worth any discomfort. Try it for a while. You can always leave if
you donąt like it.˛
łNo thanks.˛ Rachel said. łI thought heąd tie me up and make love to
me. I never counted on all the rest. I want to go home.˛ łItąs too late
for a charter tonight.˛ I said, heavy hearted. łTomorrow, weąll arrange
for a ţight for you back to Tucson. Iąll have a helicopter ţy you to
Charleston. Iąm sorry, Rachel. Of all the ladies I especially wanted
you.˛
łIąm sorry, too, Rachel. We could have had a lot of fun together.˛ Mei
said. Rachel looked at her speculatively for a moment. Shaking herself
she stood up.
łIąm sorry too. Iąve made you spend so much money on me. I feel
terrible, I wish there was some way I could repay you. But this is too
much, Iąm sorry!˛ She looked down at the check in her hands and dropped
it on the coffee table. She started to leave the room.
łRachel.˛ Mei said. The Apache girl turned to her. łSpend tonight with
him.˛ She was begging, tears running down her cheeks. łSee what itąs
like. Youąve come all this way. It would be a shame not to know,
wouldnąt it?˛ Rachel stared at her, started to speak.
łNo.˛ I said. Both girls turned to me. łIt wouldnąt be fair to Rachel,
it wouldnąt be fair to me, and Mei, my lovely sweet lady, it wouldnąt
be fair to you.˛ I felt like crying myself. I took a deep slow breath
to control myself.
Bending down I picked up the check. Moving to the Indian girl I put the
check in her hand.
łFor having the courage to try.˛ I said. łFor granting me the honor of
coming here. You deserve this much. Iąm sorry I couldnąt give you a
home too.˛ Rachel dropped the check and ţed the room. I thought I heard
her sob as she bolted upstairs to her room. Mei came to me and picked
up the check.. She put it on the coffee table. Coming back she embraced
me. I could feel the dampness on her check as she hugged me. łIąm so
sorry, master.˛ Mei whispered. łI know how you looked forward to her.˛
I put my arms around her and let the tears come. łIąve been
disappointed worse than this.˛ I murmured to her. łWill you sleep with
me tonight? I donąt want to be alone.˛ łOf course, master.˛ She kissed
me. łIąm not sore anymore. Iąll make you forget her.˛
łNo, Mei.˛ I said, smiling sadly down at her. łI know youąre lying.
Youąll be sore for two more days at least. I just want to have someone
to hold tonight. Someone to comfort me.˛ I chuckled. łListen to me. Iąm
acting like a little boy whoąs not gotten a toy he wanted. Rachel
deserves more than that. Sheąs a human being, just like you and me. I
frightened her off, itąs my fault and Iąll just have to take the
consequences of my own stupidity.˛ Wise Mei didnąt say a word, just
guided me upstairs to my room. She told me sheąd be right back and
disappeared. I undressed and went to bed. When Mei came back she was
wearing a sheer white silk gown that reached the ţoor. It was slit at
each leg up to the arm hole, closed by ribbons at underarm and waist.
She slipped into bed with me and held me softly. We talked about small
things, childhood memories of long summer days and cold winter nights.
Finally we fell asleep.

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'Invid Fan' home to make a PILLAR OF FIRE!!"
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