File: ADVER.TXT
Chapter 1 of the St Cunatus saga

                      The Advertisement

At this time of the afternoon, with the sun slipping down behind the high 
ridge above them, the view of Tony's valley hideaway always reminded him
of something from ancient mythology. Far down below, the deep blue-grey 
shadowed gums in the steep ravines, the barely visible patches of grassed
clearing among the winding river bends and bluffs, the thin rise of smoke
from the woods hidden house, all played a dark and stirring counterpart to
the gold-green blaze of hot afternoon sunlight on the opposite slopes.

It was a scene to rouse thoughts of legendary deeds, of setting forth on
epic journeys, of weapons caches and valiant battles against dreadfull odds.
A place to contemplate the purpose of life, to plot it's maximum extent.

It was also where they had stopped just now, as they regularly did on this
trip, for a piss in the bushes beside the road. After the four hour drive
from Sydney, neither of them ever felt like decending into the next half
hour of painfully narrow snaking turns without a quick break here.
Only this time there was no wandering off apart, hidden from the road.
As usual, the isolated dirt road had been completely deserted for the last
hour, and since with her wrists tied to her neck with a short length of
cord Wendy could not lift her dress, he had decided to add one more
flourish to her preparation for the weekend's games.

He had helped her from the car, then casually walked with her to the
shoulder, to look down on the view below. For several minutes they both
remained silent with their separate thoughts.

Garth> "I expect we'll be last, as usual. Unless David and Sue got held
up at the hospital again. Wonder if he's come up with another of his
little surprises?"

Wendy> "Oh I hope not. They're fun, but I think I prefer them when I'm
not 'it'. Well, mostly, anyway. By the way, I really am busting, are you
going to untie me yet? What could I do here?"

Garth> "No, the rope stays, it becomes you. Besides, after the trouble
I've had keeping you from cuming all week, I'm not going to risk leaving
you untied for a moment. You and your hair-trigger clit. No, your hands
stay tied till we get there, at least. I'll let you piss though. Here."

With that, he slips his hands around her slim waist and unbuttons her
skirt, right up the side slit. With the last button, he twirls the cloth
away, leaving her skirtless.
Half naked actually, for she is not wearing any panties, and her tight
top ends at her waist. Her fine wide hips slope down much like the scenery
around, into the dark cleft of her sex, heavily covered with its own
furry shrubbery.
She was not expecting this sudden exposure, and glances around nervously,
wondering if perhaps some car may drive past. There is no sound but the
drone of the summer's cicardas.
He drapes the skirt over his shoulder, nonchalantly.

Garth> "There. No problem. Feel free to go right here. I'll keep you
company." At which he unzips his fly and levers out his cock. Its rather
hard, always is when he's doing a buildup on her. Thinking of what will
soon be done to her, by their friends and himself, is quite a turnon,
even after all these years of their regular weekends at Tony's.
Still, big as it is, he can still let go, and he turns a little away from
her as the stream splatters on the dirt.
She is obviously really busting now, and she sighs and squats a little,
then her own piss adds to the hissing sounds.

When she is finished, she looks at him questioningly as he shakes his dick
and stows it. "So how do I dry?"
Without saying anything, he bunches her skirt and wipes her cunt with it,
then throws the cloth into the open car. It is obviously not going to be
put back on her. He holds the car door open for her as she resumes her
seat, then they drive on down into the deepening valley shadows.

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By the time they reach the river, it is becoming quite dark and he turns
on the headlights for the last few kilometers of private track along the
bank. Winding among the great river bluegums, the beams play tricks with
the shadows, and several times he crunches into deep potholes that
pretended to be merely shadows.
Beside him, Wendy is buckled in, but with her hands tied she cannot
brace against the jolting, and her dimly seen naked thighs bouncing with
every impact probably has something to do with why he misses seeing so
many of the road's hazzards. Whats more, he can tell that the friction
of her recently deprived twat against the seat leather is having quite
an effect on her, as she begins to scissor her legs open and shut in
counterpoint to the car's bucking on the ill-kept dirt track.

At last they swing round a final long curve, and there is a gleam of warm
window light through the dark foliage. A little further, and the track
opens into the grassy clearing, with three other cars already parked to
one side, under the edging trees. He draws up beside them, stopping.
From here, the house is almost invisible, only a few tiny specks of light
showing through the shadowy brush. It is very, very quiet in the car, the
only sounds an intermittent 'tink' of cooling metal, the nearby gurgling
of some eddy in the river, and the frogs.

They look at each other in the darkness, and Garth can imagine the
expression of need in Wendy's eyes. Her breathing is much deeper than
normal, and he hears her squirming in her seat. He clicks on the interior 
light, and he was right. She must have pretty been close to comming when
they stopped. Good, all the better to toy with her. Keeping her in enforced
abstinance for a week sure does have a powerfull effect on her! Well,
it serves her right for being such a masturbation addict, not that he'd
rather have her any other way.
Hah! Its never occured to him before, but maybe _thats_ what's so special
about her much-in-demand fashion designs! There's probably not a single
design of hers that she didn't frig herself senseless at least once in
it's creation. Maybe that's the magic ingredient - a sexually inspired
talent?

Garth> "So here we are again. You look ravishing. And eager to be ravished.
I imagine you'd rather like to come? Right now? You never know, if you ask 
nicely, I might let you."

Wendy> "God yes, I'd do anything to come, my cunt is killing me. How about
(she switches to a serious, begging tone) 'oh please, please my darling, my
master, your slave neads _sooo_ badly to come, could I pleeessss? I'll be
ever so good, _anything_ you want, just tell me my lord, but I _beg_ you
have mercy on a poor horny woman, please let me come?'"

Garth> "Huh! Very good. But no. The others will enjoy you as you are.
At least you get out of carrying the bags - be glad for small mercies.
Now hop out before you soak the seat completely."

As she stands waiting by the car, legs restlessly squeezing, he unloads
their packs from the boot. As an afterthought he fetches a crumpled
magazine from the back seat floor litter, and sticks it in a pocket
of a bag. Then, managing to load himself with all the luggage, they head
off on a path into the trees that is more familiar than visible.
The night is still warm, and with Garth in front to collect any spiders,
Wendy is finding the brush of leaf tips on her naked hips and thighs a
surprisingly erotic reminder of the events that await her.

About fifty meters on, the path abruptly ends at the bulk of a substantial
structure somehow wedged in between the giant trees. Only a few windows
spill any light into the darkness, for most are heavily draped. Then
suddenly as they near the entrance, the area springs into visibility as
automatic sensors switch on the outside lights. A moment later, the door
opens, spilling the even brighter light from inside, and silohetting a
number of figures there.

Garth> "Hello everyone. Sorry we're a bit late. The traffic out of Sydney
was bad today. I see you beat us again, David, Sue. Did you go to work at
all today?

A lovely, dark skinned mediteranean girl answers. A little under average
height, but with large, upstanding breasts. She is wearing tight riding
pants and a loose white shirt, but the shirt is open down the front
revealing the deep cleft between her bra-less breasts. There is what looks
like a piece of string strung between them, visible in the open cleavage.
It could only be tied to her nipples.

Sue> "No, we both had a day off together, so we left this morning. I'm
afraid we've sort of started a bit without you. Nothing much though, don't
worry. Mostly they've just been teasing me. At least, David has been.
Mike and June got here early too, but they went for a walk up river and
got back just before dark. They've been egging David on, and I think if
Tony or Eve had let them I'd be doing your duties for you already!
I'm glad you're here, the suspense was really getting to me. "

David is standing behind Sue, with one hand on her hip. He looks so
completely like a doctor that you'd wonder where his black bag was.
Actually, its in his car, he is a doctor.
He adds> "Suspense! These women have had me hard as a crowbar all afternoon,
and _they_ complain about suspense. You know while I've been waiting for you 
two I've had some ideas for 'suspense' that will get a yelp or two out of 
these twats, that's for sure. And ahhh, here she is, the weekend's
centrepiece, our delightfull sacrifice to Venus. Hello Wendy. I see Garth
has you well prepared. It's good to see your nice juicy cunt again. Not
like this cockteaser here." He reaches up and gives the string between Sue's
breasts a tug, which makes Sue gasp.
Sue> "Cockteaser, my arse! You know perfectly well I've been begging you
all day to fuck me. You're the cruel teaser here, mister."

David> "Mister? Don't you mean 'Master', slave?" He pulls steadily on the 
cord.
Sue> "Ohhhh, yes, yes, sorry - master."
David> "Better! Now, come on, don't just stand around out there, come in."
He leads Sue back inside by the cord, and the rest follow.

Tony had also come to the door, and walks back beside Wendy, sliding a
palm over her soft naked arse cheeks. He speaks to Garth and her.
Tony> "Mmmmm... I like your outfit Wendy. You look exceptionally horny.
Have you been starving her again, Garth?"
Garth> "Yes indeed! For the whole week. No effort spared, and all that
stuff. She hasn't come once. I hope you lot appreciate it enough to not
let her pop in the first five minutes. In fact, why don't we make this
a 'horny Wendy' weekend? Save her up for a spectacular on Sunday afternoon?"
Tony> "Sure, why not? And how's work?"
Garth> "Oh, OK. The line control software for KM is slipping it's schedule
a bit, oddly enough. But as for my own projects, you remember that muscle
and sensory nerve stimulator idea we talked about in November? Well, thanks
for the research references, there was some very usefull stuff there.
I've had a prototype going for two weeks now, and man is it hot! Isn't it
Wendy? (She rolls her eyes and nods, giving her backside a wiggle into
Tony's hand.) Do you know, once I get all the waveshapes right, I think
it will be possible to induce just about any sort of sensation wanted.
The muscle control bit was easy, but some of the finer sensory nerve
effects are a bit subtle. Do you remember the 'Orgasmatron' machine in
the old Barbarella movie? Well wait till you see what I've brought.
Forget your bloody futures market mate, if you want a killer business
oportunity, this could be it."

Wendy> "Until your first customer dies of pleasure, anyway."
Tony> "Hmmm... Thats the trouble with you engineers. Never see the legal
difficulties. Hopeless naifs, all of you. Do you have any idea how
impossible it would be to get something like that past the safety
regulations, let alone the wowser brigade? Think the government is going
to let people wire themselves up just because it feels good? Drugs can
feel good too, you know, and look where drugs are."
Garth interrupts> "Yes, where are the drugs?"
Tony> "... Barfridge, same as always. But as I was saying, no, I think
I'll stick to the stock market. At least thats a legal way to screw people
over. Anyway, stuff them, when are we going to see it?"

Sue> "And _who_ is going to demonstrate it? Do we all get turns?"
David> "Don't be too sure you want to. Some of that research was on pain
receptors. How um, 'versatile' is your prototype?"
Garth> "Oh, quite. Maybe I should let you just try it out, huh?"

By now they have turned into the living area, a large two level open space,
rich in timber beams and colourfull rugs. There is a central open fire
platform, but in this warm weather it is not in use.

The fourth couple, Mike and June, are at ease on a couch off to the side,
Mike lying face down with his shirt off, enjoying June's strong fingers
working over his back. She smiles at them as they enter, and Mike manages
to overcome his dreamy relaxation enough to wiggle one hand slightly in
greeting.

Dumping their bags, Garth does a heraldic presentation flourish over Wendy,
announcing to all> "Da ta-ta-daahh! I give you - the winner of the lucky
draw, the maiden of lost volition, the one and only, _Wendy_! She walks!
She talks! She needs to come very badly! And she is 'IT' for the weekend!"

There is a genuine round of cheers and hoots from all, and even Mike manages
to turn his head over and grin at her. Someone calls "The Oath!" and the
shout is taken up around the room, repeating: "The Oath! The Oath!"
As it dies away, Garth steps back from her, and she stands in the centre
of attention, hands still tied at her throat, her beautiful figure naked
from the waist down, and hardly hidden above by the form fitting tight top.
In the expectant silence, she looks about at them, a quirky smile on her
lips and an eager glint in her eyes.

Wendy> "Well, here we all are again. Another weekend of pleasure and
glorious debauchery. As you know, last time I pulled the short straw, and
so I'm the feature entertainment this weekend. I can't complain, it's been
quite a while since my last turn, and I've enjoyed playing when it was
someone else's turn. So, here goes." (She pauses, drawing a firm breath.)

"For this weekend, I am your toy. I will do whatever any of you wish of me.
My body is yours to use, you may possess me in whatever manner you desire.
My every opening, my senses and sex, my pleasure and pain, are yours to
command. I understand that any failure on my part to obey will result in
my punishment as you deem fit."

She falls silent, letting her head fall forward, still for a moment.
Then she throws her head back again, throwing her long hair back, thrusts
her sex forward with knees wide, and cries> "And I am _fucking_ horny!
Your toy would very much like for someone to get something up her right
now! I want it now! Don't just stand there, please fuck me, fuck me!"

Eve, Tony's wife, is in the attached kitchen, busy with preparations for the
meal. She calls out> "Ho ho, sorry, you'll have to wait, oh eager wet one.
Dinner is coming now, not you. Can someone help with the plates?

Tony and David go to help her, which could be either because they want
to be helpfull, or because she is topless. To be fair, they do manage to
be quite usefull, even if her large, erect nipples do catch a few playfull
tweaks. It is a risky business, cooking naked. Either you get burned by
fat splashes, or you get distracted and the food burns.
Fortunately, neither happens, and the plates are brought forth steaming
to the table.
Garth brings Wendy to the table, steaming too. He unties her cords, removes 
her top and bra, then reties her hands on seperate cords to her neck again,
but this time with enough slack for her to feed herself.

It has been a month since the four couples have been together as a group,
and there is much news to discuss. Even with the distraction of a naked
Wendy, eating a little sulkily, and Eve's breasts, and the lively topic
of what will be done with Wendy this time, much general talking gets done.
Dinner goes on for some time.


These eight people are old and close friends. They are a group of highly
qualified Australian professionals, enjoying the good life on the
eastern seaboard of a relatively unspoilt continent.
Initially they were simply a group of friends, with a common interest.
Sex, that is. Lots of it, and in every possible form (well almost).
In this age of fatal STD's and public denigration of 'lewd behaviour',
they had agreed to form a closed group to allow a bit of variety without
having to worry about catching nasty bugs or being caught by scandals.

There was one other reason why they had chosen to form a closed group:-
they all shared an enjoyment of a type of relationship that would
definately be considered 'politically incorrect' by many. That is, they
prefered an arrangement in which the women please, and the men command.
Not that this meant a constant master-slave relationship. No, simply that
when the man choses to assert his  authority, then a woman must acceed.
None are silly enough to think that this is any form of absolute law of
nature, just that this is the relationship they prefer, and that they
chose to only involve themselves in this type of arrangement.
There's nothing wrong with dominant women, or submissive men, but it's not
what interests them personally. Nor is the blandness of perfect equality
in relationships.
There are four couples in the group, they have all been most fortunate in 
finding partners who are intelligent, well educated and creative yet share
their preferences in male-female power games.
 
As their trust in each other had strengthened, they had evolved the 
'plaything game', in which each time they met for a weekend, one of the 
girls would be chosen by random draw to be a total slave to all the others.
This innovation had considerably enlivened their get-togethers, and led
to some of the most memorable and downright fucking outrageous events.
This weekend it was Wendy's turn to obey.


Discussion of Wendy's fate that evening and for the rest of the weekend is
by far the favourite topic. The others, men and women, all vie to see who
can make her blush and squirm the most as they describe ideas for her
pleasure, torment, shame and ecstasy. At the very start of the meal, Eve
orders Wendy to remain silent, eat her food, and to pay polite, open eyed
attention to whoever is speaking on the topic of her disposition. That way
they can all enjoy the play of expressions across her face as she
alternately burns with need, and cringes in distress at their suggestions.

Two schools of opinion form among the group. One, consisting of David,
Sue and June, want to go for maximum orgasms, starting off with a big
whammy and working up from there. They favour using Wendy as a model for
Garth's new orgasmatron (the name seems to stick), and seeing how far
and long she can take it. Garth does not need to mention that he has
already used her as an experimental subject in the device's development,
for her quivering wide-eyed breathlessness at talk of strapping it on and
leaving it going is most eloquent. He does mention that he has had to keep
it under lock and key at their place for the last week, and that they'd be
giving her just what she wants if they use it on her now.

The rest of them think that Garth's good work in getting her here in such
a needy state deserves respect, and she should be strung out as long as 
possible, _then_ given a massive OD of coming for a couple of hours late
on Sunday. This line of talk gains weight from the growing look of dismay
on Wendy's face as she realises that they are serious, and that being 'it'
this time may be quite a different sort of trial from her previous 
experiences. Then Eve and Tony point out that Wendy gives much better head 
when she can pay attention and has some relief-incentive to work for.
The 'maximum impact' group seem to be wavering a bit, as Tony mentions that
he has a little surprise of his own for Wendy after dinner, which would
not be possible if she was writhing on the floor in an electronic fuck.
He won't say what it is though, just that they should go easy on the wine
for now. This mystery has them all wondering, and when Garth adds that he
thinks they'd all get much more out of the gadget by trying it themselves
than by standing around watching Wendy hump a wire, and that he has a neat
idea for a game of choosing turns, they finally agree. Wendy will stay hot,
and merely serve for now. Tony seems to find this turn of phrase 
sidesplittingly funny, but he won't say why, just winks at them, rocking
with laughter.

By this time the main course is finished, and Tony and Eve gather the plates 
and go to bring out the desert. They are hardly out of sight in the kitchen
for more than a moment or two, yet they somehow manage to not only return
with the fruit salad, but dressed completely differently. Eve's change can
be understood, for she is now entirely naked apart from a diaphonous cape
clasped at her neck and completely open at the front. How Tony changed from
his old gardening clothes into a pair of tight black leather pants with an
outrageous codpiece and roman sandals laced up his calves is another question.
Even considering that he wears nothing above the waist but the thick hair
on his chest, how did he have time?

He refuses to say, just winking at June beside him when she asks. He seems
to be playing at the mystery man this evening. They are all about to start
in on the colourful bowls of thickly sliced assorted fruits, when Eve
taps her spoon on her bowl for attention. Then she taps the _other_ bowl
of salad before her. She stands, and looks to Wendy, who is now observed
to have no bowl at all in front of her. Observed briefly, for Eve's naked
figure is much more interesting than the lack of a bowl of fruit.

Eve> "Thank you everyone. Tony and I are very glad to have you all here
together again. As you know, it's been nearly two months since our last
get-together, and I'm sure we all have a lot of catching up do do. Not
to mention fucking. (Laughter) Well, you can laugh, but I'm speaking for
myself at least. I expect you know that Tony was overseas for a while lately,
but did you know that this leather freak here (she gestures at Tony)
stopped in Brisbane for _another_ whole week on the way back, and I was
in Sydney, and we only got back here yesterday? He tells me the money is
worth it, but what _I_ know, is that actually, I'm at least as badly off as
Wendy here. Except for yesterday, that is. (More laughter, as she humps her
hips dreamily.) Soooo... to get the balling rolling so to speak (laughs)
I'm going to be the first to sample our new slave. For desert!" (laughs)

Eve crooks a finger at Wendy, and pushes her own chair further back from the 
table, sitting down again laid back, with her bottom on the chair edge.
She spreads her legs wide, and strokes both her hands up and down her
lovely figure. They come to rest on her quim, and she parts the red lips.
"Wendy, you are going to feed me twice before you get your own desert. You
see the two bowls there? Well _that_ one is yours. But I eat it first.
Then you feed me mine, then you you eat yours from me. Do you understand?
Come here, kneel between my legs. Do you understand?"

Of course, Eve hopes that Wendy does not, and, cryptic as the instructions
are, her expectation is well founded. Wendy has a general idea of what she
must do, but the details are not clear to her. She shakes her head.

Eve> "Ahh.. You are such a slow girl. Later we will have to punish you for
being so dull. Still, I'll spell it out for you. Don't make me repeat it.
OK. First you take your salad, that one with the really chunky pieces, and
stuff it all into my cunt. Anything you can't get in, goes up your arse.
Then, being carefull not to let _any_ of your own salad spill out of
anywhere, you kindly feed me my salad with your free hand. Then, when I'm
quite, quite finished my salad and the loverly come you'll have given me
as topping, then you can eat your salad out of me. You will make me come
again, as topping for _your_ salad, as well. Now is it clear?"

Wendy is flushing deeply, and all eyes are on the pair of naked beauties.
"Yes, but I, I'll need my hands untied..."
Eve smiles and reaches to untie the twin cords from Wendy's wrists. "You
know what will happen to you if you touch your itchy little cunt, don't
you?"
Wendy> "Ahh, I can imagine. God, this.... ohhhh.. alright Eve, lay back
and enjoy your just deserts." Wendy reaches for 'her' bowl, and places it on 
the floor below Eve's splayed legs. She selects a large red strawberry, and
brings it to Eve's pouting cunt lips. For a while she plays it up and down
the slit, pressing it gently into the soft flesh, working the mound about
with her other hand. Eve is lying right back, eyes closed, relaxed. Only
when Wendy first slips a finger into the moistening crevice before her does
Eve show any sign of her feelings, and then only a slight hunch of her hips.
Wendy find her very well slicked. The finger comes out gleaming, and a few
more dips in the pot and painting of the rim soon have the entire gash wet
and slippery. Now the strawberry glides over the darkening flesh, the colours
converging as Eve's lips grow redder. Wendy spreads the lips wide and bends
to kiss the rising protrusion at their centre. Eve's clit is standing up
now, reminding anyone who had forgotten of it's unusual size. The kiss
turns into a pouting suck on the little shaft, and Eve groans and tenses.
At that moment Wendy shoves the strawberry into the warm tunnel below, and
Eve gasps "Ahhh!"

Now Wendy fastens her mouth to Eve's cunt in ernest, lapping up and down the
sensitive flesh as she picks up one piece of salad after another, thrusting
each one into the waiting sheath without hesitation. It is quite a large
bowlfull though. In her rising pleasure at the rippling lightning in her
clit, Eve can feel her cunt being filled, larger and larger. Now it is
getting quite tight, cold with the chilled salad, yet burning with her heat
and stressed with it's expansion. She wonders disjointedly if perhaps her
eyes might not have been bigger than her cunt. The filling is almost 
uncomfortable now, yet still balanced by the wonderfull thrills its giving
her. Now she can feel Wendy holding her cunt lips tightly together, lest
the fruit burst back out of her. Still, the bowl is not empty, for a series
of small firm things are being pressed into her between the pinched lips,
one after another. Each is small, but the total inside her is mounting...
What.. oh yes, they must be cheries. Wendy is giving her her cheries...
"Ahhhuunngggghhhh.....   Ohhhhhhh  ohh Wendy... that's... ohhhhh no more!
No more!" (Another cherry is popped into her. This is starting to hurt a bit,
but God, what a fine hurt!) "Stop! I said no ooohhhhh... more! The rest
won't fit..... ohhh.. You know what to do with the rest. Hurry now, I don't
want to wait till my topping."

There are actually only three cherries left, and Wendy was hoping they'd all
go into the now heaving cunt in front of her. Still, she must obey... She
picks up the next, and reaches behind herself, smears her arse with the
fruit juice, and forces the cherry into her own hole. Only centimeters away
her own sex is begging for relief, but she is well watched. Another cherry.
Then the last. She can hardly feel them inside, but it's a strange idea, to
have cherries up her arse. Cherries, all over again...
She has kept Eve's cunt tightly clamped in her other hand, massaging the
best spots, keeping the fruit in it's place. Now she reaches for the other
bowl. Eve smiles and opens her mouth as Wendy begins to feed her. She is
moaning softly with the bursting pleasure in her loins, the tightness inside
and the firm, kneeding clasp outside. By the time that bowl is downed, Eve
is very ready, and Wendy knows it. Keeping a hand tightly clamping Eve's
cunt lips closed on the fruit, Wendy bows again to the offered sex, burries
her face in it, plowing the pink ground with her tongue.

Around the table, the others have been making some progress on their own
food, despite the saphic distraction. After all, better to get dinner over 
with, and this _is_ a delicious salad. There is even a little conversation
over Eve's rising moans of pleasure, as Garth describes his idea for a fun
game of guessing to determine who gets to use his orgasmatron. He is so
keen to have them try it out, he almost fails to notice as Eve gasps up
into a clenching come, gripping Wendy's head between her thighs. He is
shushed by the others as they admire the act, and only as Wendy is put
to her task of sucking the fruit back out, and eating it, do they allow
Garth to continue.

He has pulled a small crumpled magazine out of his jacket pocket, and
smoothes it out on the table, keeping the title covered.
"I have here" he says to a background of moans, gasps and wet sucking sounds
from the two naked women, "a truly remarkable publication. In a way, I
should perhaps be gratefull to the two elder persons who kindly knocked on
my door last Sunday, waking me from a nap. However, I can't say that I am,
except that it may have provided us with a little entertainment. Er.. a
little _more_ entertainment. (He nods at the girls, as Eve clearly has
another smashing orgasm. He pauses till her cries have subsided.) Some of
you may have heard of this august work. It's called... (dramatic pause)
'The Watchtower'! (General all round groans and hisses, except for the
moans and kisses from the sex show.)  Yes, yes, I know... Why did I bring
this here? Well have you ever read one of these? Do you realise how _funny_
this religious whacko stuff is? Well, OK, not at all funny. But it's fun to
make fun _of_ it. So here's the idea. I've bravely read through this, and
come up with a set of questions about the contents, and the answers. Like,
how many times does the word 'trinity' occur in it. To which the answer is
fourteen."

He pulls a stack of small cards from another pocket. "Here are the questions.
The answer to each is written on the back of the cards. Then here are two
other set of cards, which each have a particular setup for the orgasmatron
written on them. So it's a guessing game, and a game of luck. I'll read
out a question, you all write down your guesses, and the person who gave
the best or closest answer choses a setup card at random. And gets to
find out what that setup does. It's quite safe, I assure you. And _most_
of the setups are extremely pleasant. The orgasmatron is definately that,
if used right. Even better than Wendy there, though not as pretty."

By now Wendy has finished sucking the fruit back out of Eve, who seems well
satisfied with her slave's performance. Satisfied almost to unconsciousness,
actually. Wendy has sat back between the limp thighs, and is clearly 
struggling to resist her urge to give herself some relief. She has slipped
as far as clasping and kneeding her breasts, and rocking her butt on her
calf folded under her, before Mike notices and reties her hands close to
her neck, having her sit back in her chair. Eve is obviously not up to
clearing dishes just now, so Garth and Mike do it.

Tony> "Well then, to the evening's main entertainment. Make yourselves comfy,
everyone, while I fetch some more wine. Oh, Wendy, come down to the cellar
and help me fetch it, will you. You can serve." She makes a small expression
of curiosity, since how many people does it take to carry a couple of
bottles, and her hands are tied, but follows him off.

By the time they return several minutes later, the group has moved to the
couches around the fireplace, even Eve, who is recovering somewhat. There
is a great absence of clothing too, with everyone naked or nearly, now.
Tony has a bottle in each hand, but Wendy's hands are still tied, empty.
However, she is walking very oddly, somewhat bowlegged and judging by her
expression in the grip of some strong sensation. When she reaches them they
notice that she has what appear to be a couple of small taps projecting out
from the centre of her sex, side by side. And the swell of her belly is
rather greater than usual.
Tony places the two bottles on a shelf, and leaves them, coming over and 
sitting down. He picks up his wine glass and beckons to Wendy.> "Ladies
and gentlemen, wine is served. Red on the left, white on the right - easy
to remember, no?" he holds his glass up to her crotch, turns one of the
taps, and half fills his glass. Wendy sighs, as one does who has bags of 
liquid filled painfully large in their cunt and arse, when some pressure
is relieved. Certainly the chill volumes seem to have cooled her desire
somewhat; but only temporarily, for the pulling and twisting of the plumbing
rooted in her holes as the companies' glasses are filled, and the shrinking
within soon have her squirming again.

By the time she is emptied, and the drink dispensers pulled out of her,
she is even more horny than initially. She stands before the seated group,
hunching her hips in an urgent 'oh god, shove something hard up me!'
invitation. Which the others sit admiring, drinking their wine, not chosing
to spoil the show by obliging her. It seems 'teasing Wendy' is the go.

Meanwhile, Garth has fetched a small suitcase-like box from their luggage,
and opened it on a coffee table. The insides look like some sort of
electronic warfare console, until he opens another flap revealing an
arrangement of obvious sex aids. Except even they have curious metalic
sections and sometimes wires and sockets. There are three little stacks
of cards on the table, and the copy of the Watchtower.
Garth> "I could have chucked that rag in the bin, but I thought I should
keep it in case anyone wants to check the answers, or maybe think up some
new questions. So, does everyone want to do this?"

There are a few nervous glances at the gleaming paraphenalia, but they all
know Garth is not the sort of person to drop something on them thats not
worth their while. They nod and agree, one by one.

Garth> "OK! You know, this is a world first. So far as I know, nothing else
like this has ever existed. A few crude shockers used for torture, but never
anything tuned for fine pleasure, and... well, you'll see in a moment."
He picks up a card. "So here is the first question. How many times are the
evils of pornography mentioned in here?"

There is a moment of silence as everyone makes a totally wild guess, and
scribbles their answer. They pass the bits of paper to Garth.
Garth> "Righto, Lets see what we have here. I wonder if we should write
to the editors, and let them know how usefull their great magazine is.
Maybe we could give the shrivelled old wowsers a heart attack, eh? Hmm..
Well, the right answer is eight times." He arranges the slips of paper
in a row. "Oh very funny Eve. Even they would be pushing it to reach five 
hundred. Whats the matter, don't you want to come again so soon? Mmmmm, nope,
nope, close, nope, hmmm.... OK, the closest answer is 'five' from Mike."

Mike> "I'm not really sure why you want us men to go in this. I don't quite
see how... "
Garth> "Oh you'll be surprised! I've tried this myself, who do you think I
tried it on at first, getting the bugs out? No, not Wendy, me. Wendy just
stood around ready to hit the switch if something went wrong. In the end
she got jealous and insisted I try it on her too, I was having such a good
time with it. I think some people could get quite addicted to it, even men.
When was the last time you had a half hour orgasm, eh Mike? No? Thought not.
Well, pick up a card, you might be in luck."

Mike picks up a card from the stack marked 'Male', and turns it over. There
is a meaningless set of numbers on the back. He hands it to Garth.
Garth> "Well, well, Not the half hour come this time. Still... get ready to
blow like a volcano, man." He rifles through the case contents and lifts out
a jumble of gadgets. One is a sort of long cuff, another is a thin rod, and
there are several medical electrode patches. Garth hands June a tube of
gell and tells her to apply it to her husband's cock and arse. Mike, like
all the men, is already sporting a hardon, and June smears the cool gel over
his dong. A few more moments and adjustments, and Mike is sitting on the
couch with his cock enclosed in the clear plastic cuff, some electrodes
stuck to his lower stomach and groin, and a thin rod sticking out of his
arse. There are wires from everything back to the box.
Garth> "So, feeling a bit silly yet mate?" He is entering some numbers on a
keypad in the case. Mike nods, looking rather like he wished he'd said no
a while ago. He is perhaps about to say 'no thanks' now, when Garth suddenly
exclaims "Well not for long!" and hits the 'enter' key.

Mike jolts in his seat. His face freezes in a look of astonishment, as for
several moments nothing visible seems to happen. Then he flops backwards
into the cushions, and his hips thrust up into the air. His cock, semi-hard
in the cuff, rapidly grows in a series of pulses till it is a rigid, vein
lined rod, the swollen head protruding well out of the end of the long cuff.

Garth> "This setting is really quite appropriate to our meeting. I call it
'the fortifier'. It's intended to bring both rapid relief of any previous
unsatisfied sexual tension, and then induce a condition in which further
enjoyment can be had for a considerable time. Sort of a leveler of the
male/female pleasure scales, in that after this he'll be able to last as
long as any nympho, yet be already past the first urgent need. Or, to put
it another way, he's going to come like a rocket, stay hard, and feel like
rooting all night. June, I suggest you get your mouth on him or it'll go
all over the couch, if not the ceiling."

June, sitting next to her straining husband, is utterly absorbed in watching
the play of amazement and pleasure over his face. She is holding his hand
as he grips hers. She glances at Garth> "Will it make any difference for
him?"
Garth> "No, the electrodes are swamping any real feelings. You have about
ten seconds till he shoots."
June> "Wendy! Come here! Suck him, quickly! I want to watch this."
Wendy hurries over and has just closed her lips on the head of Mike's cock
when he blasts a load up to her. So far he hasn't made a sound, or hasn't
been able to make a sound. But the gouts of come pulsing up his tube must
be huge, judging by the amount of swallowing Wendy is doing.

Garth mimics a bored museum guide> "The machine alters the waveforms and
locations of stimulation to achieve specific effects. Currently it is
stimulating the orgasmic and ejaculative systems, but it is possible to
drive these seperately. Once it has completely cleaned out his old semen,
it will shift it's effects to stimulating the rapid production of fresh
spermatic fluids, and to setting up a semi-permanent state of arousal. This
is done by oversensitizing the paths that result in erection, while numbing
the controlling nerves responsible for releasing semen. It's a most exciting
sensation, I can tell you!"

June> "How long is 'semi-permanent'?"
Garth> "Hard to say exactly. Could be anything up to a couple of days. If
it bothers him we can just set the machine to stop the effect anytime."
June> "Interesting! So he'll stay hard for hours at least, huh?"
Garth> "That's right. Look forward to a sore snatch, girl. Oh Wendy, you
can stop sucking him now, he's finished coming."

It doesn't look much like he's finished. He is still straining his hips up,
thrusting them in hard jerks. When Wendy lets him go, his cock is still a
hard thick pole, the head tight swollen, purple, wet with her spit and his
juice. Garth is looking at a display on in the box. "About a minute more,
then it will be finished. This one is a pretty quick run. Hey Mike! Are you
with us? Nearly done!"

Mike must be coming back to his senses, for he rolls his head from side to
side and lifts his free hand to feel his stomach, then the cuff on his cock
and the rigid head protruding. He groans, a long shaking sigh.
Mike> "OhhhhhHhhhhHhhh..... my God! That come! I think I turned inside out!
And now I feel... I don't get it, it feels like I'm filling up again! And
how come my cock is still like a rock? Oh wow! Ohh...."

Everyone has been absolutely riveted by the display. As the seconds pass and
Mike still lies shuddering, his cock getting even bigger if anything, they
can all sense the historic nature of the moment. This is like the first step 
on the Moon - the moment man became able to definately keep an erection
after coming. 
There is a silly little 'ding!' from the box, and Mike can be seen to
relax a bit. 

Garth> "There you go. Times up." He sets to stripping the paraphenalia off
Mike, who ends up lying in June's lap, seemingly in shock yet with a great
rigid shaft sticking up between his legs. June and Sue both reach 
unbelievingly to touch it, as if it might vanish. June shakes Mike gently.
"Are you all right?"

Mike, dreamily> "All right? Am I alright? I think so, just give me a moment
to get over it OK? Oh, and who's first? I want cunt! I don't believe it, but
I do. Its amazing how much I want cunt.... Somebody sit on it...."

Garth> "Well, you see? As advertised. Right, next question. This one is a
real cutie. OK; in which country is there an exclusive girl's school run
by a bunch of nuns who want someone else to take over the school?"

This time the 'I'm guessing' frowns and the scribbling are much more earnest
than before. In less than a minute, all the papers are arranged on the table.
Garth scans through them. "Hmmm... No right answers. Nobody even close. Not
one of you even, oh no wait on.. Sue, at least you got the continent right.
Most of the rest of you seem to think that 'exclusive girl's school' means
England. Wrong, try Africa. Sue guessed Egypt, which is not so far from
Namorba, as the satellite flies, so she wins the booby prize. Pick a card,
oh woman who is about to writhe."

Sue giggles nervously and picks up a card, looks at the string of numbers.
There is a pencilled note at the bottom - "Spontanaity!"
Handing it to Garth, she says "Your spelling is lousy, Garth.
Thats 'e i t y' you dummy. Now tell me what it means, will you?"

Garth> "Thanks blessed wise one. No, I wont. Come here. David, I'll need
to take that bit of string off her nipples, but I think the lady is a bit
insolent tonight, don't you? May I have a word with you for a moment?"
They step around a corner and Garth wispers quietly to David> "The effect
of this one is to cause a woman to experience quite sudden and intense
orgasms at more or less random and unexpected moments for a length of time
after the treatment. I've used it on Wendy to make her come prone for a
day, but never longer. But I know I can make it last much longer, up to
week by my estimation. Do you think that would cause Sue problems at work?
She'd probably be getting four or five climaxes a day by next Monday,
trailing off to one or two a day by next weekend. I really want to see if
this works even if the woman is in a situation where the climax is socially
difficult to deal with. Trouble with Wendy is she'd just lean back and
frig herself in her studio - no-one else around. What do you think?"

David> "Hey, sounds pretty neat. I'd say do it, she has plenty of sick
leave saved up, and she can always just stay home if it's too intense to
cover up. How fast do these orgasms come on? Slow enough to make it to
the ladies' toilet?"

Garth> "No way. One minute nothing, then the next second, whammo! It's
fun to watch, too. I'm not quite sure how it works, hit on it by accident.
Maybe if you have some ideas we might be able to make it a bit more
predictable." 

They return, to find that Mike has recovered himself enough to have sat
June in his lap, shafted on his rigid cock. They both seem to be enjoying
just sitting still, savouring the penetration.
Tony too has decided that he has waited long enough, and he is laying back
on a divan and directing Wendy as she obediently gives him head. He has her
on all fours across him, so he can reach around and play with her quim,
where he is sinking one frustrating finger now. He is obviously teasing
her mercilessly and she seems to be trying hard to bring him off, perhaps
in the hope that he will forget her agreed fate and let her come. Not much
chance of Tony forgetting an arrangement.

Sue is agitated, pacing back and forth, face flushed. She has one hand at
her crotch, working herself hard, the other at her breasts squeezing her
nipples, her dark skin almost black around the pouting nubs.
David grabs her and pulls her hands away from herself. "No, leave yourself
alone. Do as Garth says, now."
Sue> "So what are you going to do to me? Please tell me, I can't stand it,
not knowing. Are you going to wire me up like Mike? What will it feel like?
Oh, do I have to do this David?"
David> "Yes, you do. Stop being such a chicken, it won't hurt at all."
Garth> "No, not even a little. This one does feel preeeetty odd though. The
best bit is afterward. It takes about five minutes. Lie down now, will you.
Oh and David, can you tie her down, ankles and wrists. That will ensure she
doesn't dislodge anything and upset the proceedure."
In moments David has her spreadeagled on the couch, one leg and arm tied up
over the back, the others down to the couch legs at the front. She has a lot 
of movement, but certainly cannot reach herself or turn over. Then Garth is
attaching several electrodes around her groin, on her breasts, and on her 
buttocks. Then there is a double dildo affair which he slips into her two
openings, easily, for the prongs are quite slim, and she is very wet inside.
Some wires plug into the base of this, then a rubber bulb on a hose.
He pumps the bulp for a while, and Sue huffs and twists against her bonds.
The two prongs are growing swellings inside her, quite large swellings.
By the time Garth stops pumping, she feels positively stretched inside, and 
knows there is no way the prongs are going to come out no matter what she 
does.
When garth has finished, and checked all the connections, he steps back to
the open box. Again he types for a moment, refering to the card. Then he
puts the card down and types some more. Finally he turns to Sue.
Garth> "OK, all done. Now off you go." He hits 'Enter'.

The effect is quite different to Mike's go. Sue is suddenly writhing,
pulling on her bindings, desperately trying to get free.
She cries out loudly> "EEEEeeeeehhhh! OH! OH! OH! OH STOP IT! Stop it! OH
God OH God you BASTARDs Oh what are you doing.. oh what is it... oh AH AH
so Weird! How? OH STOP! It's... like EEeeeeeee  purple light... purple light
in me... inside meeeeeeeeEEEEEHHHHHH! Ohhhhhhh nooooo the light.... I'm 
turning into light.... Oh this.. is not nice.. AaaarrrruuuuuhhhHHHH! Oh the
light is.... it's fucking meeeeee... oh oh wow......... oh wow......
oh boy, this.... oh wow...... uuunnnhhhhh oooohhhhhh wow.....ohhhh HuH!..."

It seems as if after a first few seconds of panic she settles down to a
rythmic twisting in her ropes, her hips sliding around as if trying to
escape from something about to spear into her belly.
Garth> "The signals are selectively sensitizing some nerve paths, and
tiring others out. The perceived sensation is not like any possible real
life effect, hence her confusion with light. It's a sort of kinesthesia,
in which the mind interprets unfamiliar signals any way it can. In a few 
moments her mind will get used to the strange mix of signals, and remember
that the pathways they are coming in on are to do with sex. Thats when it
gets interesting."

Sue> "...Confusion!.. oh cuntfusion... contusion, of FUCK its in me...
my cunt is full of light... of fuck oh fuck me ohhhhhhhh god I want to come,
to come.. I want to come I want to come I want to come to cum toocum to to
cum cum oh let me cum oh oh its fuck, its fuck, its fucking, fucking me up,
oh have you.. is this right? Should it... I feel something moving inside...
but I don't know where.... space inside me, purple space, moving... rubbing
inside me.... oH! Yes! Touch me there! OH! Christ a glowing rod of light!
I am a rod of light... It is in me... I am in it... I am light.. oh my clit
is light, can't you see it? Can't youuuu.......ohhhhhhHHHHHh so strong! oh
wooooooowwwwWWWHHH! ooooOoooOOoooOOOooOOOOoOOOOHHHHHIMCOMINGIMCOMINGIMCOMING
IMOHGOOOOODDDDD IM COMMMMING! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooo.......... oh oh
oh oh......."

She has taken to a violent bucking, flicking her hips up at the air. Then
suddenly she falls limp to the couch, gasping for breath.
Eve> "Is it finished?"
Garth> "No, just part of the cycle. It needs to kick off her orgasm a few
more times before the new paths are at all stable. Watch, it will be sudden.
Speaking of which..."  His own boner has gone unsunk long enough, he decides,
and he pulls Eve up from the chair where she is sitting, watching Sue and
playing with herself. He steers her over to the dinner table, and has her
lie back on it, then sinks into her quivering fruity twat. He strokes in and 
out to the sound of Sue's gasps as the electricity continues to violate her.
David, last one out, gets up on the couch behind Wendy where she bends to
suck Tony. He too, adds his sighs to the ambience as he slides into her well
juiced channel.

For a minute, perhaps, Sue lies fairly still and quiet. Then suddenly she
jerks up into strenuous contortions again, clearly in the grip of another
climax. She bucks and humps through this one silently, face screwed up in
boundless delirium, then falls suddenly back, limp.
In the space of the next quarter of an hour, the others all find their
satisfaction at least once, except for Mike, who doesn't feel any need to
stop, and Sue, who suffers through at least five wrenching comes. By the
last one she is screaming with each, a cry of tormented lust, loud enough
to mask the small 'Ding!' from the box. So it is some time after that before
Garth realises that her treatment is complete, and he unclips the leads,
peels off the electrodes, and de-dildos her. Even after he removes her ropes, 
she still lies there, unmoving.

Garth> "So. You survived. Sounded like powerful comes, worth the bit of 
strangeness at the start, eh? Come on, sit up. Don't pretend to be dead, 
you're not."
Sue, thickly> "Ohhh my. I feel dead. You don't know what thats like. I'm
totally wrung out. Don't think I can come again for a month."
Garth> "Oh? Well, we'll see. Bet you do."
Sue> "No really, I bet I don't. Well, for a day or two anyway. That thing
is just over the top. I hope you don't ever make me do that again! Oh..
my throat, I hurt it with all that shouting. I'm getting a glass of water."
She sits up grogilly and totters off to the kitchen.

Garth looks over to David, who has been watching interestedly. "Within five
minutes, the next one. Very frequent for the first hour or so. Count on it."
June, still riding Mike's pole looks to Garth> "What are you two talking
about?"
David laughs and replies for them all> "Sue didn't just get a bunch of
weird comes. She got temporarily rewired. She's going to come over and
over for days, before she knows it. According to Garth, anyway. It seems
impossible to me."

The others are all quiet, turning this new possibility over in their minds,
as Sue walks back in with a glass of water. "Gee, Garth, that really made me
feel strange, its sort of like...." She stops by the table, frowning, and
a quiver runs through her body. Suddenly a look of astonishment mixed with
passion sweeps her face, and she huriedly puts the glass of water down, then
grips the table with both hands. She is shaking now, and her hips are
twisting again, just as if trying to escape impalement again. "What... oh..
oh... " Her knees buckle, and she sinks to the floor slowly, all the time
looking down at her body incredulously. "Oh what.. I'm sorry, I... I...
oh why... oh I'm going to come, just.... oh coming..." Then she is on her
back on the floor, clawing at her cunt as if searching for whatever was
invading her. Finding nothing, she is left clutching at herself, her fingers
sliding inside, then out, trying to find what was doing this to her. It
feels to her as if the electricity is driving into her again. She is seconds 
from climax and she does not understand why. It frightens her, yet even
the fear has no effect on the tension compounding in her. She is aware that
the others are all watching her, that she is behaving oddly at the least,
yet it builds, it builds so fast! And then she is coming. There is nothing
at her sex, only her searching fingers, yet her body is responding as if to
powerful fucking. She moans and gasps, clenching her legs crossed over her
hands, rolling from side to side in her extremity.

It lasts for far too long, longer than she is used to coming. By the time
it is over she feels drained, empty. She can barely sit up. With her glass
she staggers back to the others and falls into a couch.
Sue> "OK, what was that. Garth, David, are you going to tell me what that
was? What the hell have you done to me?" She is sitting with her legs apart,
bending forward, holding her cunt lips open with one both hands and
examining her sex closely as if expecting to find some visible cause of the
sensations that had her helpless moments ago.

Garth> "Oh nothing permanent, don't worry. You'll just be quite entertaining
for the next week. You see, the electrical signals have set up a kind of
cyclic instability in the nerves of your sex there. No, you won't see
anything different, but the nerves are now hypersensitized, so that they'll
start firing off even when you have no actual stimulation on your lovely
clit or whatever. They'll go on doing it, more and more, till you come, and
the physiological effects of that damp them down for a while. See - I can
tell you are starting to feel it again, aren't you? Starts off as a sort
of shivering tingle, right? It'll gradually wear off over the next week.
I'm afraid you may need to take sleeping tablets tonight and tomorrow night
if you want to get much sleep though. It'll be quite intense for the first 
couple of days."

Sue, squirming and cupping her quim tightly in one hand> "Ouhh.. 'Tingle!'
You call this a tingle! It feels like something with lots of tiny little
teeth is sucking my clit. And going jogging inside me. Oh... God! It makes
me want to... oh damn! I need it.. it makes my insides feel like they want
something in there so bad... ohhhh.... " She jams three finger of one hand
in her cunt and proceeds to fuck them in and out urgently, groaning in the
relief of her internal itch.

David and Garth look at her, then at each other. They nod, then each grab
one of her ankles and pull them wider, out to the short front legs of the
couch. These turn out to have cords already tied to them, and they quickly
make her ankles fast. Sue seems hardly to notice, she is so engrosed in
beating one set of fingers in and out of her cunt, and rolling two fingers
of her other hand over the point of her now swollen clit, moaning and
grunting in her rising excitement.

When they grab her wrists, and pull her hands away she notices though.
Garth> "Really, woman! You always do masturbate too much. Tonight I think
we'll have a little less of that, be a bit more sociable, eh? Try asking
someone else to help you out!" As he speaks they tie her arms behind her,
elbow to opposite wrist, forearms parallel against the small of her
heaving back. When they are finished she flops back in the couch, nothing
to do but hump her splayed hips up into the air, toss her head wildly
from side to side as the electric ghost stirs up blinding heat in her
quim again. The others step back and admire her.

Sue has been panting harder, and now she is heaving, gasping, close to
coming. She starts to sit up and say something, but the crisis siezes her
then, and she falls to grunting incoherency. Her cunt spasms visibly,
opening and closing in quick pulses, over and over.

Mike is sitting, leaning forward around June on his lap, watching.
Mike> "Look at that, her cunt is snapping! I never saw it do that before!
Did you know she could do that?"
June> "No, I've never felt her do that. Bet you'd like to see what it feels
like on your dick, huh?  You goat!"
Mike> "Yes indeed. So, off you get, you worthless slacker. I'm for a bit of
that right now."

June shakily stands up off his still massive, purple shaft, and he rises,
intent on Sue. In a moment he has Sue standing, legs wide to the couch
feet, then he sits behind her, legs between hers, and pulls her back down
onto him.  She thumps down hard onto his upstanding member, with a loud
shout of satisfaction. With her hands bound, she cannot get back up if
she wanted to. Still, what she wants is to bounce up and down on it to
ease the clenching ache building yet again in her sheath. So she does.
He lays back and enjoys, languidly reaching around her with one hand to
play with her firm, mediteranean breasts and stiff nipples.
Mike> "Wow! Sue you are really cramping on me, its fantastic! And you know
whats best of all? I don't think its going to make me come anytime soon!
You just keep up that bouncing and squeezing woman, I'll be here inside
for you all you want. How do you like that?"
Sue> "Oh oh ohhhh yeah! oh yes, yes, yes! Man this is soooo... good! Yeah,
just you keep that rod, oh, ahhh, in me, mister. Uhh Uh! I, I don't know,
ouhhhh, about you.... oh uh, but I sure, uh am about... Ooooohhh,...
oh, to, to, OOOhhhhh to come... Oh yeah! OOOOHhhhhh..... OOOOOOOOOooooo I'm
yes! I'm AAAAAHHHHHhhhCOOOOMMMMMINnnnnnggggggggghhhhhh!......"

Then she falls back on him, motionless. For at least a few seconds. Then
her hips, still impaled on the great solid cock, twitch and jerk again,
once, twice, then a slow rythm starts again. Mike is grinning, and she
shakes her head in disbelief.

Mike> "Garth, that is some gadget! Wait till you feel what it's done to
Sue's cunt. This is the greatest invention since fire! Goodbye to passive
snatches, hello grippers! Sue, you stopped for a little while after you
came, and now its starting to squeeze again already. Are you doing that
deliberately?"
Sue> "No... Uh! uh I wanted to just relax, or I uH UH thought I did....
but it just started all by itself. Now its UUHHH turning me on again...
Oh God, I don't uh, oooo believe thiiissss...."

Mike> "Neither do I...  Yeah! Oh thats good. Don't stop. But then you can't,
can you? Oh far out! Mmmmmmm..."

Garth and David are shaking their heads ruefully, both a bit at a loss.
Garth> "Goodness me, why didn't I think of using this on both of us together
when we tried it out, Wendy? Now I can see all sorts of interesting 
combinations. Dear me, I must be getting old and stupid. So obvious..."

David> "Oh well, thats how it goes. Every great and noble invention ends
up getting used by a bunch of perverts for their own twisted ends, eh?
You know, this 'gripping' bit interests me. You've never seen that effect
before either, huh? Must be a result of the stronger dose you gave her.
This is really something major, don't you think? What a miracle!
I wonder if it can be made permanent? June, want to try this out? Sounds
like Mike would be in favour, at least. In fact, maybe we should do a
little statistical survey here; do all the ladies, and see if the results
are similar. Oh, except for Wendy for now I guess. Heh, she can be the
control subject."

'The ladies', Eve and June, don't look like they are too sure about this
development. Eve> "Hey, I thought Wendy was supposed to be the subject
this time? How come she gets nothing and we get electric shocks to the
cunt? I don't think thats fair!"
Tony> "Oh don't be silly, darling. Look at Sue here, does she sound too
put out by it? No, she doesn't. David is right, if this works even for
most females, its going to be massive. I say we find out right away.
No, no arguments. Its harmless after all. You are going to try it, and
so is June, right Mike? Yes, see. Thats it then."

                           . . . . . .

And so it was that two hours later, there were three beautiful, naked wives
tied individually into armchairs, their legs wide and over the chair arms,
cunts pulled forward and open for examination. Subjects in the radical
'clenching pussy experiment' of '97.
So far it was a gripping success. To avoid influences between the girls,
their chairs were set back to back, facing out triangularly, and they had
all been gagged and blindfolded. Since the object was to record the
frequency and duration of the episodes of cunt clenching, the men had
needed a means of easily observing the contractions. At first they had
tried placing largish dildoes in the channels under study; dildoes with
little flags attached to their bases so that the flags stood up out of
each sexily, enticingly squirming crotch. At each muscular contraction,
the flag would quiver proudly. However, despite being fun to watch, this
method was a chore to record, and not very accurate.
So David had fetched an old hospital chart recorder, and some blood pressure
cuffs that could connect to it. They had shoved about half of a pressure
cuff into each dripping cunt, and inflated them somewhat (to much squirming
and muffled moaning). Once it was all hooked up and going the chart just 
kept rolling out, three squiggly lines recording every tweak and twitch
of the three transformed sexual organs.

With this record it soon became very clear that there was a common pattern.
Each girl was showing a regular cycle of powerful pulsing contractions in
orgasm for minutes, followed by a short resting period and then a long
period of intermittent contractions, gradually increasing in frequency and
strength. The three seemed to all have about the same degree of activity,
other than that Sue was marginally slower.
Once a few of these cycles were recorded, the men concluded that there
was indeed a steady but quite small rate of decline in the excitation
level, and that it would probably be completely worn off in no less than
a week. What the effect of repeat treatments would be, and whether the
clamping effect could be induced without the socially awkward spontaneous
orgasms, remained to be investigated.

Of course, things were not nearly as calm and academic as this may sound.
Besides the three bound subjects, there were five other people present,
all of them naked or nearly so, and all very turned on. In fact, Wendy
was the only one who was not coming regularly. She had been fitted with
a locking metal chastity belt affair, that looked a lot like a baby's
diaper. There was no way she could reach her sex to relieve her now
desperate need. Instead, she found herself almost constantly occupied
giving head to one after another of the men until they were all (apart
from Mike, who just stayed rigid the whole time) quite pumped dry.

By that time it was getting quite late. The girls were still hunching
and jerking away regularly in their chairs, tweeking the traces on the
chart recorder, and the men had settled down at the table to talk.

Tony> "You know, we really can't go public with this. Its obvious what would
happen."

Garth> "What, we'd be crushed under a mountain of orders and cheques?"

Mike> "No, he's right. We'd be cutting our own throats. Can you imagine
what the Libbers would have to say about this? Maybe there are a few of
them competent enough to make letter bombs. That would be a real blast."

David> "Or think of trying to get certification for this as an approved
medical treatment. Does 'Eternity' mean anything to you?"

Tony> "Then there's the potential for litigation. Inducement of diminished
responsibility. Loss of earning power. Public humiliation. God knows, just
about anything bad that happened after that sort of treatment (he nods at
the girls) could be blamed on the Orgasmatron. And its inventors - us.
No, I think trying to make any money out of this is a damn quick way of
ending up with nothing at all. So forget it."

Mike> "Yeah. But we've got to do _something_ with it! Not just fiddle
with it ourselves. God, I don't know.... something kinky. Something weird,
wonderful and over the top.... How about kidnapping some famous movie
starlett, and making her a 30 orgasm a day woman, like it or not?

Garth> "How about Princes Dianna? Or the Queen?... No. Elle McPherson?"

Tony> "No no! Baywatch! Nab that one with the really big tits, you know,
Pamella whats-her-name, and do her! We could put a movie of her snapping
pussy on the web - that could be popular. Maybe people would pay to see it?"

Mike> "Hah ha! Nah, probably doesn't work on silicone - its an insulator.
How about some stupid anti-net-porn bitch...."

David> "Good one! But how about some fucking social bimbo, like, oh I
don't know, that piece Bill Gates married? We could blackmail him: 'Give
us 5 billion dollars and a decent operating system, or we turn her into
an orgasm zombie!'"

Garth> "Are you crazy?! Why would we do that bastard such a favour?
Besides, a decent OS from Microsoft? Dream on. No, we should snatch some
pretty housewife, give her husband a Christmas present."

David> "Nah, do something _big_. A busload of teenage school babes.
Ha! Image the school chearleaders all collapsing on the field, rolling
around with their dresses up and their hands down their knickers!"

Garth> "Or even a whole school! Wow, imagine a whole school of juicy
young things, all being taught to really shake their stuff.. Yeahh...."

Tony> "Hah ha ha... Hmmmmm... Hey Garth, where's that 'Watchtower' thing?
Didn't you mention something about a girl's school for sale or something?"

Garth> "Oh bloody hell, don't be silly. No way, and anyway its in Africa.
We go pretty far, but not that far, eh!"

Tony> "Oh ha very ha. Wait a minute, I'll get it. Don't be so serious,
I'm just kidding. But its a neat idea, huh? Hang on.."

He wanders over and rummages among the stuff heaped up in the Orgasmatron
case. When he finds it, it is a very crumpled Watchtower, and there is a
sticky damp stain on the cover which he wipes off on Eve's breast as he
passes her bound, blindfolded form. Sitting down again, he flips through
till he finds the advert.  "Here it is. Hmmm...  Hmmm.... Thats strange....
Hey, Garth, did you really read this thing? Its curious... the way this is
worded. I'd swear there is something odd here. Listen.."

            EXPRESSIONS OF INTEREST SOUGHT
     from parties fit to assume the operation of

                    St CUNATUS

     A superior establishment for the education
     of young ladies in the traditional manner.

     A refined country setting and strict attention
     to the principles of God, obedience and proper
     manners have served since 1835 in the correct
     development of many generations of our pupils.
     
     This fine tradition remains much in demand by
     families concerned at today's declining mores.
     The school must be continued, but the Order
     of the Sisters of Purity is rationalising its
     responsibilities and rightsizing in order to
     concentrate on it's core mission of serving
     the most needy.
     
     Contact Sister Fidelia, Namorba (25)302-4572

"What do you think? Is that a lot of keywords all together, or what?"

Garth> "Jeees! Are you kidding? That has got to be a fluke. There is no
way a bunch of nuns are going to have a clue about S 'n M. What, you
think they are advertising for someone to come and take over smacking the
bottoms of their little dears?"

Tony> "Ahhhhh, welllll... its got to be unlikely, I'll admit. But still I
get a funny feeling about this ad. I mean, 'strict attention' to 'obedience'!
I'd like to pay some strict attention to their obedience myself!"

Mike> "Sure you would. Me too. But how are you going to pretend to be an
order of nuns? I imagine thats what they mean by 'parties fit to assume'.
You know you'd look pretty silly dressed as twenty nuns?"

David> "Umm.. I hate to seem to be taking this seriously, but maybe they'd
already know all the other brands of nuns around? And have already asked
them before? Seems like putting an advert in an international magazine for
someone to run a school is a bit of a desperate last resort?"

Garth> "Yeah, now I'm not serious either, but see if we can imagine what
sort of situation could make an ad like this appear. For one thing, you
just know that they don't _think_ there is anything to do with sex in this
ad. Nor do the Watchtower folks, who'd have a cardiac arrest at the very
thought. Its probably legit. So there really is a girl's school in this
'Namorba', and its run by nuns who want to get out of it. Who've maybe
been trying for a while to get out. And they are 'God's Rod' types. Hmmm...
You know, a phone call to that number wouldn't hurt. Maybe they have a
glossy brochure?" 

Mike, choking with laughter> "Oh right! With pictures: 'Here are the old
school buildings, here are the nuns, and here are the girls' bottoms.'
Absolutely!"

Garth> "Stranger things have happened."

     ----- End Part One -----