Return-path: <suelmann@shea.forwiss.uni-passau.de> Date: Sat, 10 May 1997 14:36:34 +0200 From: Michael Suelmann <suelmann@forwiss.uni-passau.de> Subject: 228 To: Ole.Joe@poboxes.com Check our new domain names! http://www.netforward.com v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v^v MRWADE.228 By Master Wade The Party Copyright Wade Mondegam Carol lay on her back in the backseat of the car and watched the dark windows of the buildings go by like the individual frames of a movie as she was driven through the deserted streets. Hancuffed and gagged, Carol's ankles were held apart by a spreader bar which kept her legs open and allowed uncomfortably cool air to lick nastily at her upper thighs and the damp crotch of her panties. Her dress had ridden up as well, exposing her even further to the elements. Braless, she felt her nipples rubbing against the material of the little dress. They were still sore from her earlier usage, but the soreness felt good, and somehow right. The driver of the car, a man she had never seen before whom she had heard being called Dan, and her Master, a well-known dominant named Arlis, sat in the front of the car and spoke to each other in hushed tones. Carol strained to hear, but could only pick out bits and pieces of their conversation over the road noises below her. She knew very little about what was being done with her; only that she was being taken somewhere by her Master to serve him in some way. There was nothing uncommon about this, or her being transported in this manner, but it was always frightening for her, even though she knew her Master would never let her be harmed. Carol could tell by the course they had taken that they were not leaving the city, but that they seemed to be going into the warehouse district. She had been brought to this area of the city one other time, and the memory of it made her tremble slightly. She wondered if she were being taken to the same place as before, and if the same things would be done to her that were done to her then. Less than an hour earlier, Carol had been tied to the table in her Master's kitchen, nude. Several men were there, friends of her Master's, and they had all fucked her in turn, taking her roughly from behind while they drank their beers and shared tales of other fucks they had shared and enjoyed. Normally, her Master would have required her to wash up after such usage, but this time he had denied her that, and some of the wetness she now felt in her panties was, she knew, cum from those men. Carol blushed in the darkness. None of the men had cared, particularly, whether she came or not, nor seemed to notice, but she had come, repeatedly, even though she couldn't quite seem to rub her clit against the edge of the table as she had tried so desperately to do. She knew that some of the men had taken her more than once. She always liked for that to happen, seeing it as a sign that they were pleased with her. The fact that she had been so recently fucked and was now being taken somewhere by her Master caused Carol some concern. Her first trip to the warehouse district had taken her to an abandoned building in which her Master maintained a dungeon. It had been there that she had first known the sting of his leather crops and whips, and though he had tried to prepare her by telling her what it would be like, she had not really been expecting the intensity she had experienced. Even though she had not been back to her Master's dungeon, pain had been no stranger to Carol in her service to her Master. She knew she would be able to take much more now, but it still frightened her to consider what might happen to her soon. The car slowed to a stop, and before the two men in the front seat could even open their doors, someone was opening the backdoor and shining a flashlight in on Carol's lewdly displayed body. "Oh yeah!", the man with the flashlight said, enthusiastically, "now this is some fine stuff! Look here, Jack...look what ole Arlis has brought us!" Another man laughed appreciatively. "Got her all spread open and gagged, ain't he? Hey, Arlis...this the one you been telling us about?" Carol heard her Master's voice behind the other two men. "This is my first girl. They don't come any better than this." "Sounds to me like you're getting sweet on this one, Arlis," the man with the light replied, focusing the light's beam between Carol's legs. "You get sweet on 'em and you get easy on 'em. It's a dangerous thing. But I guess I can see how you might. Does she fuck as good as she looks?" "Well, if you'll quit staring at her panties and help us get her inside, maybe you can find out," Arlis said, teasingly, and Carol felt them pulling at her spreader bar, sliding her across the seat. It made her dress ride up past her panties, which delighted the men. When they had her out of the car, the biggest one, the one she had heard called Jack, lifted her over his shoulder, like a bag of grain, and carried her toward the open door of the abandoned looking building. "Damn spreader bars," Jack cursed, as he struggled to turn her so that he could get her through the door. "Why the fuck do you use these damn things, Arlis?", he asked. "Cause I like 'em, that's why. Just mind your own fuckin business and get her in here," Arlis replied, quickly. Jack mumbled, but made it through the door. They walked down a long hallway. It was a different building than the one she had been taken to before, which made Carol feel some better about it all. "How many are here?", Carol heard her Master ask. "We got fifteen, but Earl and his brother ain't showed yet. They got bowling, so don't know if they're coming or not." "Bowling, huh? They'd rather bowl than fuck? What kind of friends do you have anyway, Jack?", Arlis asked, amused. Dan answered for him. "Jack don't have friends, Arlis, he's only got people he owes money to. I guarantee you that Earl and Larry will be here for the next one, once they see the video of this. Pussy like this don't come around all the time." They emerged out of the dark hallway into a brightly lit room, and Carol was deposited on an old couch which sat along one wall. Two or three bare mattresses were strewn across the floor in front of her, and there seemed to be men everywhere she looked, all of them now focusing their attention on her. "Get that damn bar off of her and let's get started," a big dark haired man said, walking toward the couch and unzipping his jeans. "Is she hot to fuck?" "Yeah, but go easy now Jim," Arlis said, stepping between him and Carol. Jack and Dan were removing the ankle straps and handcuffs. "We got all night, and it'll go much better if we let her get warmed up a little first. Besides, she's got a little show I want you boys to see. Where's my camera?" One of the other men approached with the video camera, handing it to Arlis. Jim knew who was in charge and reluctantly waited for his chance, pulling his already stiff dick out and stroking it slowly. Carol's heart was beating a mile a minute. No one had to tell her what was expected of her. It was obvious. The most men she had ever done before had been six. The fifteen that Jack had counted and Dan and her Master made seventeen. And that was if Earl and Larry didn't show up. Her Master knelt in front of her and spoke to her. "I know I'm sort of springing this on you, baby, but we've talked about it, and I know you want it. These are all pretty good ole boys, and Dan and I will make sure they use their rubbers when they fuck you. You'll be okay sucking them, so go ahead and enjoy that. Now I want as much of that cum as possible in your belly. Don't let them waste it on your tits and in your hair unless I say so. Understood?" Carol nodded. "I'm gonna let you play with it a little for them first. That little routine we've been working on, remember?" Carol nodded again, and blushed deeply. "Okay, now when you get real close to coming, you start begging me to let you, like you do. But that will be when I let the boys start with you, so don't come til one of them makes you, okay? After that you can come as much as you need to. You okay with this? Got any problems or questions?" "Master...there are so many of them," Carol said, speaking softly and leaning forward toward Arlis. "If it starts hurting or I get real tired can I have a break?" Arlis smiled at his girl warmly. "No, honey. No breaks. But I don't think you'll want any once they get going with you. If everybody winds up soft at one point, then you can rest a bit, but I don't think that's going to happen. You'll be okay." He stood up and turned toward the men behind him. "Now boys, listen up. My girl is going to do you all real good, and you can have her as many times as you want. What you can't do is have her ass. That's mine, and only mine. But you can work her mouth and pussy all you want. If you brought your own rubbers, use them. If you didn't, there's a jar over there on the table full of them. If I catch any one of you trying to fuck her without a rubber on, I'll cut your mother-fuckin throat. Same goes for anybody trying to take her in the ass. And they'll be no slapping her around, unless you want to be slapped around too. Now, she's got a little show planned for you and I want you to watch it real close. When she's done, then you can start with her." Arlis turned back to Carol and told her she could begin. Carol's hands shook as she moved them to the hem of her dress. She had done this little routine many times for her Master, and even for some of his friends, but never in front of a whole room full of horny men who were dying to fuck her. She raised her dress to her waist, and staring into one of the men's eyes, began rubbing her clit through her now drenched panties. It was a simple masturbation routine that slowly exposed more and more of her body to the men who watched hungrily, but they loved it, and respectfully allowed her to perform for them, grinning at each other and playing with themselves, but speaking in hushed tones with each other and watching every move she made. Carol could feel their eyes on her, and she loved it. She was incredibly wet, and she knew that it would be hours before she would be even close to dry again. Finally, her dress off and her panties puddled around one ankle, she began begging her Master to let her come as she worked two fingers in and out of her hole and pinched one of her nipples hard with the fingers of her other hand. Arlis turned them loose on her. "Okay boys..make my girl come now, and give me some good video material." Two men immediately sat beside Carol on the couch and began playing with her tits and legs. Jim, who was too big and anxious to be denied first crack at her, knelt between her legs and pushed them open, shoving his condom coated cock into her in one hard thrust of his hips. Carol moaned, her eyes opening widely, but her mouth was quickly covered by that of one of the men beside her, who began french kissing her deeply. She kissed him back hard, wanting to taste him just as much as she wanted the big cock that Jim was now plunging in and out of her hot little hole. Her mind was going crazy as she considered that these were just a portion of the different men she would be kissing and sucking and fucking in the coming hours; each man different in his own way, tasting differently, smelling differently, using her differently, but all of them filling her with hard cock and hot cum. Big Jim fucked Carol good, but he was already on the verge of orgasm when he began, and he quickly filled his rubber. Pulling out and saying "next" with a satisfied smile, Jim interrupted Carol's french kissing long enough to squeeze out the contents of his rubber into her. Just as her Master had trained her to do, Carol held her head back with her mouth opened wide and extended her tongue, hungrily, so that she could get all of the cum from Jim's used condom, and when he had drained it, she licked her lips with satisfaction before finding yet another man putting his tongue into her mouth once again. A smaller but handsome man quickly took his place between Carol's pretty legs and was soon pumping away. This man was not as well-endowed as Jim had been, but he knew how to use what he had, and Carol felt herself riding an explosive wave toward her first of many orgasms. She came hard, grunting, and the men laughed at her heat, stroked themselves faster, and lined up with even more anticipation. There was a great deal of position swapping as the men continued fucking Carol on the couch. A well-hung black man changed the course of her usage somewhat by standing up on the couch, his feet on either side of her, and fucking her head while she took cock in her cunt at the same time. This double fuck and her own hunger for more orgasms seemed to make Carol more bold, and she urged the men to let her get off the couch and into the floor. Encouraging one of the mem who was waiting to fuck her to lay on his back in the floor, Carol straddled him and sat on his rigid member, working her young hips back and forth on him as other men stood close by, offering her their cocks to stroke and suck. Carol took a cock in each hand as she fucked, working them eagerly. "Give me your cock to suck," she said to yet another man, who quickly stepped up and fed it to her with appreciation. She came again, quickly and explosively, but her moans and whimpers were muffled by the cock filling her mouth. It's owner was about to shoot his load down her throat, and he held her head tightly and worked his hips as she came, pushing his cockhead into her throat until he shot a stream of thick white cum into the writhing girl. The men used Carol for some time in this manner, one fucking her and another feeding her hungry mouth. Then there would be the inevitable emptying of the rubber into her mouth, and then more cock, and then more cum, and then more cock, until at one point she knelt in the floor with six men circled around her, all jerking off. This seemed to excite her, and she helped stroke them each in turn, looking up into their eyes begging for their cum, holding her little mouth open like a bird when they shot it, eagerly eating as much of it as she could get. At one point she heard her Master say the word "twelve", and she realized that he was keeping track of the loads of cum she had swallowed as he video-taped her slutty fuck-fest. One of the hottest scenes of the evening came when two of the men decided to see if they could put both of their cocks in her cunt at the same time. With two other men holding her legs open, and one more sitting behind her in the floor to allow her to lean back against him, the two men knelt inside her widely stretched legs and pushed and shoved until they managed to get their cocks just inside her opening. Stretched, but loving the feeling, Carol begged the men to push their cocks all the way inside, and began encouraging the men holding her to push her onto them. It was obvious she wanted it badly, and they all worked hard with her until she got what she wanted and the two stiff dicks were nestled tightly inside her hungrily little snatch. The whole scene excited the others so much that they lined up on either side of the cock filled little slut and jerked off, spraying their cum onto her belly and tits and face while she hunched hotly at the two dicks that were now totally embedded in her. When the two men pulled their cocks out of Carol, those remaining men who still had cum to give her, and who had just witnessed the nasty scene that had left her covered in cum, began taking her with a new sense of freedom to do whatever they wanted with her. Two of them picked her up off the floor and carried her to one of the mattresses, laying her on her stomach. One of them pulled her hips up, roughly, as the other knelt behind her and shoved his cock into her cunt in one quick thrust of his hips. Holding her with both hands, he drove himself in and out of her hotly, while the other man pulled her head up by her hair and pushed his cock into her mouth. She was kept in this position for some time with men taking turns at her, doggy style, and, finding her mouth in use, laying their used rubbers next to her head in a growing pile. The pile of cum filled rubbers seemed to amuse the other men, and they joined in making it grow larger, until there finally were ten condoms full of cold cum for her to drink. Arlis wanted to be sure to catch what was sure to follow on video-tape, and he called a halt to her usage long enough to film it. Putting her in what he called her "slave position" with her sitting between her feet with her legs open and her back straight, he told her to feed herself, and the entire group watched as she picked up each rubber and drained it's contents into her open mouth with her head held back and her mouth opened widely. Careful to squeeze every drop of the men's cum from the used condoms, Carol ate and swallowed until she had it all, and then, to the amazement of them all, began begging them to give her more cum to eat. It was genuine begging, borne out of what was real excitement that she felt at being so totally used and blatantly slutty, and none of the men could resist responding to that. With her in the same position they began jerking off for her yet another time, stepping up when they were ready to shoot, and putting yet more cum into her eagerly opened mouth. It grew later and later, and one by one the men began leaving. If Carol noticed the hour or the diminishing number of men she didn't show it, and neither asked for a break nor seemed to need one. Eventually there was a core group of men left who seemed determined to stay the course with her, and to fuck her until her Master took her home. For quite some time this remaining group of men took her two at a time with her on her knees on one of the matresses, one of them fucking her from behind, the other one on his knees in front of her, using her mouth. Little by little she began showing some signs of growing weak from all the usage, and eventually it became necessary for one of the men to hold her upper body up while another man fucked her face. Arlis finally became concerned and stopped them long enough to speak to her. "Have you had enough, little tramp?", he asked, kneeling beside her and bending down to talk to her softly. "It's good, Master," she said, her eyes glazed slightly. "It's real good." "You look really tired. Do you want me to take you home now?", she asked. "Please don't," she said, weakly. "I can do some more. Let me, okay? Please?" "They're having to hold you up, baby. I don't think you can take much more." "I'll lay on my back, Master. Don't make them stop. Please? It's real good, Master." "You've had thirty-six loads of cum put in your belly, little piece. Maybe that's enough for one night." Carol sniffed the air, weakly. "I smell like cum, don't I, Master?", she asked, smiling a little. "Yes, you do. Let's go home and wash you up." "If you want me to I will, Master." "But you want more cum, don't you?", Arlis asked, amazed at her. "I want anything they'll give me, Master. This is good. Real good, Master." "You need to be washed off. I think I'll wash you off now." Carol reached up and put her hand on his arm. "Let them wash me off, Master," she said, a smoky look of deep lust in her eyes. Arlis looked at her out of the corners of his eyes. He knew exactly what she meant. "You want that? Do you?" "Then make them leave. Let them do it and leave me in the puddle." "You're a whore," Arlis said to her, but there was no hatred in his voice. "I know," Carol said, continuing to look deeply into his eyes. Arlis stood up and spoke to the remaining five or six men who stood in a circle a few feet away from them. "Put her in that corner over there," he said, motioning toward the far corner of the room. "Sit her up." Two of the men picked the naked slut up and placed her as Arlis had requested. She sat meekly, her legs splayed, dregs of cum still in her hair and shiny on her skin. Arlis walked over to her. "Do as I do, and leave," he said, looking back at them over his shoulder and unzipping his pants. They watched with interest as he took his member out of his pants and pointed it at the girl. Shortly a stream of urine began splashing against her, first on her tits, and then rising to her face where his guidance directed it to her opened mouth. Carol closed her eyes tightly, but swallowed repeatedly as the yellow stream coursed between her lips and onto her tongue. When he had finished, the last of his stream coating her bare legs, he stepped back and another man took his place, pissing on her in like fashion, and on it went until the last of them was done, and she sat in a puddle of warm piss which was still fed slowly from her body as it ran and dripped from her hair, face, and breasts. The room was empty now except for Arlis and his girl. He sat on the couch, on the other side of the room, waiting for her to come to him. Carol, not opening her eyes until she had heard the last of them leave, rubbed her hands in the puddle of piss and licked it off her fingers. The camera lay still, quieted, and only her Master was left to witness her show. Slowly, as if stiff and totally exhausted, Carol moved to her knees on the wet floor and began crawling across the room. She stopped midway and rested, her hair matted and wet and hanging down almost to the floor. Arlis could hear her breathing from where he sat. After a moment she continued, until she was in front of him, still on her knees. "Your girl is a nasty party fuck, Master," she said, looking up at him. "Yes, you are," Arlis replied, seriously. "And a whore, Master," she said. "Yes." "Whip me? Will you whip me now?" "I don't have my whips, wet girl," he said, almost apologeticly. "Use your belt, Master. I'm full of the cum of other men." "You needed their cum," he replied. "Yes. And I need your belt." Carol awoke, her first sensation that of a soreness that ran through her body. She was clean now, she realized, and then she was aware of the clean white sheets on which she lay, and of the candles burning in the room, giving it it's only light. Turning her head she saw her Master sitting in the chair beside the bed, asleep, an opened book in his hand as it rested in his lap. She smelled the perfume that she knew he must have put on her after he had bathed her and laid her clean body on the fresh sheets, though she could remember none of it. Nor could she remember his using his belt on her; only his standing and sliding it through the loops of his slacks and seeing him raise his arm. That remembrance awoke the dull throbbing of her pubis, and she knew that he had used the belt on her there, and that she would feel it for all the next day. Slowly she made an effort to get up, realizing then that he had bound her and that she couldn't leave the bed, or even roll over. Rather than frightening her, or frustrating her, the bonds which held her in place were soothing to her, reminding her immediately that she was an owned girl, and that every feeling and emotion she had known for these last twelve weeks had come to her because she belonged to this man. Knowing that, and knowing that it felt right, and good, she fell back asleep. The End