From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slave Pit [1/5] (MF+, bdsm, mc)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 23:31:50 GMT

			    The Slave Pit
			     Chapter One
			      Beginnings

	In the course of one's life, a person can discover
extraordinary things in ordinary places. My extraordinary discovery
came when I was shuffling through the occult section of our
university's private collection. There, I came upon a dusty, leather
bound book, whose pages felt as if it were at least 500 years old.

	Surprisingly enough, the contents were very readable, and
described the fashioning of potions for various purposes. What truly
excited me was the section about sexual potions. The author, whoever
he or she was, was clearly quite interested in the field, as about one
quarter of the book was devoted to explanations, experiments, and
pictures detailing the creation of some very interesting potions.

	Needless to say, I was intrigued. I copied down one formula
for a sexual potency potion that would supposedly allow a man to have
as many orgasms as he wished, and would maintain his erection as long
as he desired. The ingredients were a trifle obscure, but not hard to
locate. Once I had them all together, it was difficult to find a time
when I could be in a lab by myself for a few hours.

	One evening I discovered a chem lab left open by an errant
student, and entered.

	It took a little more than an hour to grind the materials,
cook them, and combine them as the instructions in the book had
specified. When I was done, the lab stank (but no more than was usual
for chem labs), and I held in a graduated cylinder a clear blue
liquid. I had checked to make sure none of the ingredients were
poisonous, so I figured "What the hell?" and downed the potion in one
gulp.

	The liquid burned my throat as it slid into my stomach, but it
had tasted quite sweet on my tongue. I waited a moment. Nothing
happened. I breathed. Still no nasty side effects. I strolled over to
the door, locked, and then whipped out my dick. I slowly began jacking
it as I dreamt of Kirstin Corkey, a beautiful girl in my class who
wouldn't give me the time of day. I imagined her before me, begging me
to stick my rock hard dick into her cunt. After a couple of moments, I
felt that familiar pressure, and then I came.

	It was the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My come
seemed to squirt out of my dick like hot fire, sending me through the
roof. I cried out accidentally, but fortunately no one heard me.

	When I finally came down and examined myself, I found I had
spewed more jizm then I could ever remember. It coated my dick and my
hand in a glistening off-white sheen. I found some paper towels and
cleaned myself up, noting all the while that my erection had failed to
subside, and rather than feeling ultra-sensitive the way it usually
did after orgasm, it felt like it was ready to do it again.

	So I tried it. The resulting orgasm was slightly less intense,
but I wasn't complaining. After three more orgasms, I was convinced
that the potion had worked, and that the crazy old author of that book
had been a sheer genius. I cleaned up myself and the lab, and went
home, dreaming all the while of what other secrets the book held.

	It held MANY more.

	The most interesting entry was the last in the book. It gave a
detailed description of a potion which would allow one person to
control the thoughts, feelings, and awareness of others. The
ingredients were very hard to come by, but with the success of the
first potion as evidence, I decided to pursue them.

	It took me about two months of driving everywhere before I
finally came up with all the ingredients. By then, the quarter had
changed, and I had signed up to be a lab assistant. As such, I had a
key and 24 hour access to the lab.

	Ingredients in hand, I waited impatiently for night to come.
Around 10:00 PM, I headed over to the lab with the ingredients and a
pot of strong coffee. The recipe called for several hours work, and I
didn't want my attention span to fall off.

	At around 5:30 in the morning the next day, it was all over,
and I held a slightly amber fluid in a test tube. I gazed at it for a
while, before quickly downing it in one gulp.

	A sound from behind me nearly made a sewage plant out of my
jeans. I whirled around to see another lab assistant standing at the
door, trying to get his key out of the lock. He finally managed to
pull it out, turned, and saw me.

	Trial by fire, huh? I thought to myself. Oh well, here goes. I
tried to project a sense of routine, that this sort of thing had
happened every day and was something to be forgotten.

	The change over the lab assistant's face was remarkable. It
went straight from surprise to nonchalance. "Hey," he said calmly,
"how goes it?"

	"Oh fine," I answered, "just fine." I cleaned up my stuff,
gave another mental command to forget all this happened, and went home
to crash and sleep the day away.

	A few more days practice revealed more and more flexibility of
this mind power. I found I could attach mental projection fields to
areas or objects, and those that passed through them received their
instructions. I spent one afternoon watching everyone entering the
library sneeze when they touched the door handle.

	This was beyond my expectations, beyond my dreams. I could do
ANYTHING. I quickly returned to the library. Fortunately for me, the
old book was still lying there. I grabbed it, and skulked my way to
the front desk. I projected at the desk attendant to ignore me, and
started to walk out with the book under my arm right in front of his
face. He simply went on with his filing, and didn't spare me a second
glance. I ran all the way back to my room, and hid the book in the
back of my underwear drawer. Typical, I thought to myself.

	It was time to have some fun...

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slave Pit [2/5] (MF+, bdsm, mc)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 23:32:44 GMT

			    The Slave Pit
			     Chapter Two
			     Into the Pit

	With my new found mind powers, I set off that evening to see
what I could do. I proceeded down the three flights of stairs in Plot
Dining Hall to the local student union, named the Bottomless Pit. It
was called that because of its depth and because of the all you can
eat weekly pizza nights, which was a popular social gathering and
study break.

	When I arrived, it was fairly crowded. I ordered a slice of
pizza and coke, and sat down at a table by myself to check out what
fun I could have. I saw several likely prospects walk in and out, and
I dreamed of all the possibilities.

	While I was waiting, I set up a general field of ordinariness,
to make sure that anything unusual I did was just taken as an everyday
occurrence. That was when Linda walked in the door. She was
accompanied by two friends of hers, one of whom I recognized as Susan
Brown, a pretty coed I had had in a couple of bio classes. Linda
walked up to the counter, and I admired her large breasts, long
flowing brown hair, and lush ass. I checked myself from ogling too
much as Linda and her friends ordered a pizza. After getting their
pie, they sat down not too far from me next to one of the televisions
in the Pit.

	Just then, a very silly fantasy movie started on TV. The
opening shots were of a white toga-ed slave girl running from some
evil guys in black furs. It was campy and pretty lame, but as I
watched an idea suddenly stuck me. I looked at the movie, back to
Linda, and then at the movie again. I decided that wasn't such a bad
scene after all. In fact, I thought that I might try it out.

	I set up a mental field that projected to everyone but Linda
the idea that it was really time to get going, while I suggested to
Linda that she sit and wait for a while.

	Quickly, everyone else disappeared from sight. I set up a
repeating field outside the doors that the Pit was closed and there
wasn't anything going on inside. I then got up and locked the doors.
Smiling inwardly, I moved over to where Linda was sitting. Putting her
into a light trance, I began to give her verbal commands backed up
with mental authority:

	"Linda, listen to me. We're going to play a little game called
Alternate Life. In this alternate life, you are a rebellious slave
girl who's run away, and I am your Master.

	When we start playing, you will find that you can run around
the Pit, but you cannot leave. You cannot get the doors to open. I
will chase after you. You can do anything you want to get away, short
of causing me true physical injury, until I manage to tackle you to
the floor. Once you are on the floor, you will find that you can no
longer get up until I say so.

	"In the alternate life, Linda, you have a deep subconscious
desire to be used and degraded. It makes you sexually aroused, even
though on a conscious level you revile those feelings. This chasing
and struggle will make you burn with lust, though you try to suppress
it. Also, in this alternate life, my penis is a magic penis. Whenever
it fucks you, it will feel like the best thing in the entire world.

	"After the first time it fucks you, you will know that you
need to be fucked by it again and again. You'll do anything to get it
back inside you because it is the best thing you have ever felt. Do
you understand everything I've told you?"

	"Yes," Linda said dreamily.

	"Repeat it back to me."

	She did so, and it seemed that I had gotten out all the rules
that I had thought of. "All right, Linda. When I clap my hands three
times, we'll start to play Alternate Life. When I clap them three
times again, you will go back into this trance state. Do you
understand?"

	"Yes."

	I smiled and backed away. Linda still had that dreamy look in
her eyes when I raised my hands and clapped them sharply three times.
The look then quickly changed to puzzlement and then a slight hint of
fear as she saw me across the room.

	"No!" she cried. "Not you!"

	"Oh yes," I said in reply. "You've been a very naughty slave,
running from me like that. I intend to teach you a lesson."

	"NO!" Linda looked terrified as she ran for the door. I rose
my hands and prepared to clap just in case the suggestion hadn't
worked and she walked through the doors. However, much to her alarm
and my delight, she seemed unable to figure out how to make the door
work. She whirled to face me. "What... what are you going to do to
me?"

	"Do?" I replied. "Why, I'm going to grab you, throw you down
and then fuck the living shit out of that pretty little cunt of yours,
slave." The effect of those words on Linda was interesting and
arousing. Her eyes seemed to widen with a mixture of fear and
suppressed lust, and I saw her hand unconsciously twitch towards her
groin.

	"No," she said, slightly less defiantly, "I'm not your slave!
I won't let you touch me!"

	"You're wrong," I said, and started to move closer. "You are
my slave. You belong to me, your soul and your body. I can use you any
way I please, and you'll enjoy it."

	"No I won't!" she cried and ran past me, throwing me aside as
she passed. She ran to the other end of the room, putting a table in
between us. I felt like we were in a sitcom as I chased her around the
table.

	Finally, I threw it aside. She cried, backed up, a look of
fear and suppressed lust on her face. I lunged after her. She backed
into a table, fell down and I leapt on top of her. I had her.

	"You're mine, slave. You know you want me!"

	"No, please, don't." She struggled against me with her arms,
trying to throw me off of her. She was surprisingly strong, and she
actually managed to push me off of her. However, when she tried to
rise, her legs simply gave out from beneath her. She was still
following my rules, I was glad to see. I lunged over on top of her
again, this time bracing myself so it would be more difficult for her
to throw me off. Leaning most of my upper body against her chest, I
reached down with my hands and began to slide her skirt up her legs.
She put her hands on my shoulders, and began to try and push me off of
her.

	"No, please, I'm not your slave, I don't want you to do that,
NO!"

	I had managed by then to slide her skirt most of the way up,
enough to get at her panties.

	As I touched them, I noticed that they were soaked through. I
smiled. She was really wet, ready for the next stage. I noticed that
as I explored her panties, her struggles became less concentrated, as
did her protestations. I pulled down her panties, and she suddenly was
struggling again.

	"No no no NO! Please don't!"

	"Slave, prepare to receive your master's cock!"

	"You are not my master! I am not your slave!"

	I managed, with some difficulty, to unzip my fly and take out
my dick. It was rock hard. I placed it at the very edge of one her
labia. She tried to close her legs, but I spread them open with my
knees. Her struggles subsided again as I began to slowly brush the tip
of my cock up and down the slit of her opening.

	Linda's reaction was remarkable. She closed her eyes and began
to moan softly. Her breath was becoming shorter and shorter. It seemed
my magic penis was already starting to have an effect. Her pussy was
extremely wet, and it seemed to be getting even wetter as I ran the
head of my dick up and down her slit. Her struggling stopped and her
hips began to thrust ever so slightly in my direction. With this
encouragement, I pulled my hips back and then rammed my cock home,
deep into her cunt.

	"OH YES! GOD YES! OH JESUS CHRIST FUCK ME YES!" Linda screamed
out as I began to pump my cock in and out of her. Her cunt was so
slippery that I thought I might slip out accidentally if I wasn't
careful. Her hips bucked against me as she thrashed around on the
floor in utter fuck lust. I slid my hands under her shirt and felt her
large breasts through her bra. I pumped in and out of her silky pussy.
She continued to shout, "OOOOHHHHH GGGNNNNN FUCK FUCK ME FUCK ME
ohhhhhh feels sooooo gooood don't stop don't stop please fuck me fuck
me God yes your cock fucking me feels SOOO GOOOD AHHHH OH YESS!" She
grabbed me in a fierce embrace and bucked against me in a tremendous
orgasm. I continued to fuck her hard, and I felt my own orgasm
building.

	As hers subsided, I pounded into her harder and harder. I felt
it growing in my balls, moving through my stomach, and then, as I
slammed home one last time, I felt it pour through my dick into her
warm pussy, spewing come into her cunt in one the best orgasms I had
had since I drank the original potion. I held her against me closely
as I came down from my orgasm. I was pleased and surprised to discover
she was kissing me as she moaned, softly now, "Ooooh yeah baby come
inside me come with your gorgeous cock."

	As my breathing returned to normal, Linda began to move
underneath me, trying to coax me back into fucking her again.

	"Want more," she moaned, "more cock more fuck more come more
more more." I opened my eyes and found her looking at me as I said,
"No," quickly pulled out of her and stood up, my cock still rigid.

	Linda looked stunned. "Please," she begged, "please fuck me
again. Please please, I need it, I NEED it, I need your cock inside
me, PLEASE."

	"Your master only fucks good little slave sluts who don't run
away. You have been very bad. I don't think you deserve my cock." I
slowly began to stroke myself for emphasis.

	"Oh no, please, Master, please, I'll be good, I promise, I'll
obey. I'll be a good slave, just please fuck me again, please."

	I pretended to consider for a moment. "Come here, slave."
Linda started to rise, as I shouted, "On your knees, bitch, like the
slave you are!"

	"I'm sorry, Master," she mumbled as she crawled over to me.
She stopped at my feet, her head gazing at the floor. I grabbed her
hair and pulled her head back. She looked up at me with longing and
fear. "Please, Master, I need it so bad. I feel empty without it. I'll
do anything you want, just please fuck me again."

	I held her hair with my left hand and slowly stoked my cock
over her upturned face with my right. "You'll have to prove your
worthiness to me."

	"How do I do that, Master? Please, I'll do anything."

	"Tell me what you are."

	"I'm your slave, master. Your loyal slave, your plaything who
you love to fuck. Please fuck me master."

	"You'll have to be more persuasive than that. All my slaves
love to talk about what good little dirty slave sluts they are. They
love to use words that make them feel degraded and used. You know
those words, slave bitch. Use them often, your master likes to hear
them come out of your mouth."

	"Oh yes Master. I'm a little slave slut, your little whore.
God, I love for you to fuck my slutty cunt with your hard cock. I'm
your bitch, your slave, your slut. My cunt is yours to use and fuck,
please fuck me, fuck your little cunt."

	As she talked, I stroked my cock faster. Her talking dirty was
really exciting me, and she looked like she enjoyed every word. Her
gaze got progressively more and more slutty as she went on. "God, your
little slut needs it bad in her pussy. Her little twat needs your hard
fuck tool inside. Ride me Master. Use my cunt, fuck me like a toy, I'm
your toy, your little fuck toy."

	"My pretty little slave, I'm going to come soon." My hand was
moving more rapidly up and down my cock, and I could feel the jizm
boiling. "Are you ready to receive your master's sperm?"

	"Mmmm, yeah, come on my face, Master, come on your pretty
little whore's face, come all over my face."

	Linda's encouragement was all I needed. "Here it comes, you
cunt slut whore... UnnnnnNNNNNGGGGGG!" With one final jack, a burst of
come flew out of my cock and landed with a wet splat on Linda's pretty
upturned face. A few more jacks, and soon her cheeks were covered in
pearly white come juice. "Oh God yes, come all over my face, I love
it, God it feels so dirty so good and dirty and bad."

	Finally I was done. The orgasm had been great, and my magicked
cock was still hard and ready. Linda looked entirely satisfied with
her come covered face. "Lick up your master's come, slave. Enjoy his
gift."

	Linda brought her hands up and smeared my come all over them,
then licked her fingers and palms clean. "Master, your come tastes
soooo gooood. I love it when you come on me. It makes me feel so
dirty."

	I considered what to do next. Linda was going to be fun, but I
knew that I would want more playthings. Suddenly, a great idea
occurred to me. "Your master is willing to forgive your running away-"

	"Oh THANK you Mas-"

	"BUT," I continued, "you must catch me more slaves now."

	"What?" Linda said after a pause. "I don't understand,
Master."

	"Since you almost cost me one slave, namely yourself, you must
now be my new slave catcher. You will find pretty girls who will
please me, and you will bring them to me." Another idea occurred to
me. "Clean yourself up, and then come with me."

	"Yes Master," she said meekly. She went into the bathroom and
came out a couple of minutes later, still looking puzzled. "Where are
we going?"

	"We're going to get something to help you catch slaves," I
told her. She followed me meekly out the door.

	We moved quickly to my car. I played the gentleman for a
moment and unlocked and opened the passenger door and helped her in.
She smiled at me with a crazy lustful look in her eyes, which almost
made me want to stop and screw her again right there.

	But there was work to do. I hopped in the driver's side, and
we took off. I drove quickly down to the local adult book store and
toy shop. "What are we doing here, Master?" Linda asked.

	"We're going to pick up a few things," I told her again. "Come
with me and be quiet until we leave the store."

	"Yes Master, whatever you want, your slut cunt will obey."

	I felt my cock stiffen again at Linda's nasty talk. I tried to
hide it as we stepped inside the store. I moved past the racks and
racks of amateur porn and into the B&D toy section. Leather harnesses
and body piercing equipment abounded. I searched the racks for a
moment until I found what I sought, a studded leather dog collar and
leash. Noting the lack of video surveillance, I suggested to the
cashier that he ignore us as I took the collar

	from the store. Outside, I set up a strong field around the
collar that would last a long time. It caused women who wore it around
their necks to suddenly have a deep, unconscious need to be used in a
sexual manner, and would provide great amounts of pleasure and
satisfaction from degrading sexual behavior.

	The wearer of the collar and the holder of the leash would
also be "invisible" to others; it would project a field of casualness
and "nothing is wrong here" to people around it. The wearer of the
collar would find it impossible to remove, their hands simply fumbling
around the clasp. It would give the holder of the leash slight control
over the collared person, allowing him or her to order the collared
person to walk or sit or freeze, but nothing else. I didn't want to
make it TOO easy for Linda. "Listen to me slave," I said. "you will
take this collar and catch me new slaves with it. You must lure them
into your room at school, and then get the collar around their neck.

	"Once you have done that, you can command them to walk, sit,
or freeze, and no one will bother you. Bring them then before me, and
I will give you more orders when they are in my presence. Do you
understand?"

	"Yes, Master. Will you fuck your slutty slave again soon?"

	"When you bring me my next slave, I promise you will be
covered in my come. Does that make you excited?"

	"Mmmm, it makes my little pussy wet just thinking about all
your juicy come, Master." Linda emphasized her point by rubbing her
pussy through her skirt. I smiled, she was really getting into her
role. "Now, listen carefully slave. When we are not alone, you must
act as if nothing has changed between us. You will continue to be cold
and indifferent to me in public, unless I say the words `leashed
collar.' In that case, you will assume your proper role no matter who
is around or where you are. When we are alone, you will be the proper
slave. You must not draw attention to me in any way in public so as to
reveal our relationship unless I instruct you specifically to do so.
Do you understand?"

	"Yes Master, I'll be a good slave bitch, just like you want. I
want you to fuck me so badly, I'll do anything, I'll be your perfect
little slave whore."

	"Then catch me some slaves, Slave. You will get your reward
then. Make sure they are pretty and slim, or I will be VERY
displeased."

	"I have some very pretty friends who I know will be good
slaves for you Master. They are all sluts."

	"Good. I look forward to making them mine. Now, I will drive
you back to your dorm. Conceal the collar until you are ready to bring
the slave to me. Bring me a new slave at 10:00 PM on Friday. Do you
understand your instructions, Slave?"

	"Yes Master, I'll bring you some pretty sluts to be your
slaves."

	"Very good, get in the car."

	I drove her back to her dorm, then returned to mine. In my
room, I carefully set up long-lasting "nothing to see here" fields
around all the walls and the door. Friday was going to be very
interesting, and I was looking forward to it.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slave Pit [3/5] (MF+, bdsm, mc)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 23:33:32 GMT

			    The Slave Pit
			    Chapter Three
			   The First Catch

	Linda thought for the next two days about who she would get to
be her Master's new slave. After looking over her friends, she finally
decided he would like Susan Brown the best. She was a tall girl, with
large breasts and long blond hair. Often, she could be seen sunbathing
in a bikini on the lawn outside the dorm, and all the boys she had
talked to drooled over her figure.

	She was dating someone on the football team, but Linda somehow
knew her Master could take care of that. She had had Sue in a couple
of classes, and was now taking a government course with her. It made a
perfect excuse for her to call Friday night. Fortunately for Linda,
Sue's boyfriend was at an away game, and she had nothing to do. Linda
invited her over to talk government and just hang out. That had been a
9:00. Now it was 9:30, and Linda heard a knock at the door.

	Linda opened the door, and Sue was standing there. She was
wearing slacks and a tight sweater, which seemed to strain against her
breasts. "Hey," she said.

	"Hi there," Linda answered. "Come on in."

	Linda and Sue chatted pleasantly for about fifteen minutes
about government and Sue's relationship. Then, Linda excused herself
to the bathroom. Closing the door to the bedroom behind her, Linda
opened the medicine cabinet and took out the collar. Taking a deep
breath, she silently turned the door handle and opened the door a
crack. Sue was sitting on the edge of her bed, facing away from her.
Linda opened the door the rest of the way, ran up and snapped the
collar around Sue's neck before the other girl knew what was going on.

	"What?" Sue exclaimed. "What the hell are you doing, Linda?"

	"I've caught you!" she exclaimed as she gripped the leash
tightly. "You're going to be a new slave for my Master."

	"Huh?" Sue looked more puzzled than scared. "Are you feeling
all right Linda?"

	"My Master wants new slave sluts to fuck, and you're going to
be the first one I bring him."

	"Linda," Sue said as she started to get up, "I've had enough
of this-"

	"Freeze!" Linda shouted. Sue did. She found every muscle
locked, her arms reaching to unfasten the collar around her neck.

	"Now, listen up you bitch," Linda spat, "you are the Master's
newest slave, and it's my job to bring you to him. He'll be your
Master, and you'll be his slave, to use as he see pleases. Your body
is his to control, you'll become his little slave whore, and then
he'll fuck you and then he'll fuck me with that gorgeous cock of his.
He'll come all over both of us, and we'll love it. His come is so
nasty and good. I hope he comes on me more."

	Sue's eyes were wide with terror as Linda talked dirty. Linda
tugged on the leash. "Walk with me, we're going now." Sue found that
her legs were inexplicably moving with Linda as she led her out into
the hall. "Stop this Linda," Sue yelled. "CUT IT OUT NOW!"

	"Shut up, bitch, your yelling will do you no good. Your my
Master's now, and no one will help you."

	Sue struggled against the pull of the collar, but found that
her legs kept walking where ever Linda led her. She screamed out for
help, but the people they passed took no notice of her. Linda half
dragged her across campus to Blunsdell Dorm, where they finally
stopped in front of a room at which Linda knocked. Sue was half
sobbing by now. "Please, please let me go, please."

	"You'll change your mind, bitch. My Master is very persuasive.
He had to fuck me to make me see how incredible he is. I have no other
desire now but to be fucked and used by him."

	"Linda, what happened to you?"

	"I became a slave, just like you're going to."

	Just then, the door opened.

	I opened the door after listening to the conversation outside
for a few minutes. Linda seemed to be totally immersed in her role,
and the girl she was leading on the leash was damn pretty. Making
sure all my "all is well" fields were firmly in place, I opened the
door.

	"Maaaster," Linda cooed, and tried to jump up and kiss me
while holding onto Sue at the same time. The result was interesting if
not very arousing.

	"Bring her in here, slave," I told Linda. She instantly
complied. Sue trundled into my room in spite of herself. "Sit down,
new slave," I told her.

	"Who - who are you?" she stammered.

	"I'm your new Master," I explained. "What's your name, slut?"

	Sue looked at me with a defiant eye, but I could see the
suppressed lust engendered by the collar slowly working its magic. She
remained silent. I turned to Linda, who looked at me expectantly. "Get
my answer for me, slave," I said.

	Linda smiled slyly, then moved slowly up to Sue. Still
smiling, she grabbed Sue's long hair and yanked it backward, hissing,
"Answer your Master, bitch!"

	A yelp of surprise and pain escaped from Sue's lips before she
answered, "J-j-j-j Sue Brown."

	"Ahhh, Sue," I said. "Release her, slave." Linda let go of
Sue's hair. Sue's head came back up, and she fixed with a stare full
of hate. "What do you want with me, asshole?"

	"Why, I should have thought that was obvious. I am your
Master, and you are to be my slave. Your only desire will be for me to
use your body in any way I see fit. It will please you more than
anything else to be used and degraded by me and people of my choosing.
You'll take great pleasure for my come spewing onto your upturned
face, and you'll beg for more."

	"You're sick," Sue spat.

	"Perhaps, but I am also your Master, and you should start
learning what that means. Slave?"

	"Yes Master?" Linda answered.

	"Strip down to your panties and bra."

	Linda immediately obeyed, making sure when she took down her
pants that she wriggled her cute butt at me in a very suggestive
manner. My dick started to harden. When she was done, I said, "Come
here and kiss me, slave slut."

	Linda and I smooched for a while, our tongues playing in and
out of each other's mouths. My hands roamed over her body, groping her
ass and breasts. After a while, I broke the kiss and turned Linda
around to face Sue, who was eyeing us with a mixture of loathing and
surprise on her face. "What do you think is Sue's most attractive
feature, slave?" I asked Linda.

	Linda seemed to consider for a moment, then said, "Her
breasts, Master. They're full, round, and begging for your hands."

	"Go over and touch her breasts, slave," I told her.

	"You're sick!" Sue yelled again.

	Linda looked back to me with a puzzled look on her face. "Why-
why do you want me to do that, Master?"

	I fixed Linda with a cold stare, then grabbed one of her
nipples and twisted it a quarter of the way around. "Are you defying
me, slave?"

	"Ahhhh- no, Master, please, I don't - I'm not - "

	I twisted it another eighth of the way. "Slave, you are
whatever I say you are, you will do whatever I say you will do and
enjoy it, because you are mine, and you will do whatever I say. It
will give you great joy to kiss me, another man, or another woman as I
say. It makes you feel dirty for me to tell you to do things to other
women, dirty and used. And I know you like that. If you defy me again,
you will be punished. Do you understand, slave bitch?"

	"Yes Master."

	"Now," I said, releasing her, "go over and rub Sue's pretty
breasts."

	"Yes, Master." Linda walked over to Sue unsteadily, put out a
shaky hand, and started to fumble around Sue's left breast. Sue
grabbed Linda's hand and threw it off of her, hissing, "Don't touch me
bitch."

	Linda's reaction was amazing. Her gaze became one of ice, and
she slapped Sue hard on the face. "Don't defy my Master! He has told
me to touch and I will." Linda then grabbed both Sue's breasts and
twisted her nipples. Sue grabbed Linda and threw her down on the bed,
and the two began to struggle. This was getting slightly out of hand,
so I interceded. Moving quickly, I pulled Linda back off the bed. Sue,
unable to rise from her past sit command, remained on the bed. "That's
enough," I said. "Slave, I am ready to break in my new slave. You will
go behind her and restrain her hands."

	"I'll hold that cunt, Master." Linda spun behind Sue, grabbed
the other girls hands and held them tightly behind her back. Sue
struggled, but was unable to break the grip of Linda's frenzied
strength. I approached Sue, smiling slightly. "Listen to me, my new
slave, you are going to receive the touch of your Master now. It will
excite you, you will begin to feel yourself earn for my touch on your
tits, on your ass, and in your hot pussy. Soon you will beg for it,
and only then will you find release as I use you to my satisfaction."

	"No way, bastard! I'll never beg for anything from you!" Sue
struggled but was still unable to break Linda's grip. I reached out
and began to caress Sue's breasts through her sweater. Her eyes
closed, and she turned her head away. I caressed them for a couple of
moments, then reached under her sweater and rubbed them through her
shirt alone. I could feel her chest begin to rise and fall a little
faster as I did that. Excellent, I thought to myself, the collar is
working. I rubbed her breasts through her shirt for a minute. They
were quite large, and very soft. I reached down and untucked her shirt
from her jeans. I reached up under her shirt, and she spoke for the
first time since I touched her.

	"Please, don't... "

	"Don't what, slave?"

	"Please... don't... don't... touch, please... " I rubbed my
hands along her smooth, flat stomach, and then slowly raised her shirt
and sweater up above her gorgeous breasts. They were barley
constrained by the white lacy bra that was holding them. I thought it
was a crime that such gorgeous tits weren't free, so I reached and
undid the clasp in the front of her bra.

	I peeled the cups away, and her beautiful breasts were
exposed. In the slightly colder air of my dorm room, the nipples
hardened into sharp little nubs standing upright. I touched and
caressed them, and I heard a small shuddering gasp escape Sue's mouth.
Her struggling had ceased by now. Linda looked on, licking her lips in
anticipation. I could tell she was growing excited by the attention
Sue was getting. "You like this, slave? You like me rubbing your bare
tits?"

	"No, I... please, no... God, no... please... " Her pleas
sounded halfway like she was begging me to continue. The collar was
working its magic well. "Slave Linda, release Slave Sue's arms
slowly." Linda nodded, and slowly let the blond girl's hands go. Sue
didn't struggle. Her eyes still closed, she leaned back and supported
herself upright with her hands, as I continued to play my hands over
her nipples and breasts. Her breathing increased as I lightly twisted
and manhandled her tits. Her slight protestations continued, but she
did not struggle.

	I motioned Linda back around to the front of Sue. "Play with
her tits, slut," I ordered.

	"Yes Master," Linda answered. She tentatively began to play
with the other girl's breasts. Her manipulations became more sure of
themselves as she gained confidence. "Do you like playing with her
breasts, slave whore?"

	"Mmmm, yes, Master, they're soft and nice to touch."

	"Lick them."

	Linda bent down without hesitation and began to kiss and lick
Sue's tits. A soft moan escaped Sue's lips. Meanwhile, I began to rub
my hand up and down Sue's thigh. Sensing no ill effects, I moved up to
her waistline. Maneuvering around Linda as she gobbled at Sue's boobs,
I unfastened Sue's jean snap, and unzipped her fly. Her panties were
cotton, pink, very innocent looking. I touched the fabric. Not
surprisingly, it was soaking wet. I began to press and rub Sue's
crotch. Her moans became more pronounced, and her hips began to rock
at me slightly.

	I decided to stop rubbing her crotch through stuff. I pulled
back, and said, "Slave Linda, stop what you are doing now. Move behind
the new slave and take off her shirt, sweater and bra, while I remove
her pants." Linda muffled a "Yes Master" at me as she grabbed a couple
of more kisses off of Sue's prodigious breasts, then moved around
behind while I quickly whipped off Sue's shoes. Reaching up, I grasped
at the waist of Sue's pants.

	Just then, Sue's struggles began again. I was about to
discipline her when I realized she struggling to get out of her jeans,
not to prevent me from taking them off. Smiling at her change in
attitude, I quickly removed her jeans and panties with her help.
Meanwhile, Linda had managed to remove Sue's top half of clothing,
leaving her naked, lying back on the bed with the dog collar around
her neck. Her pussy was blond, well-trimmed, and soaking wet.

	"Now, Slave Linda, continue rubbing the new slave's breasts,
and describe what I do to her using those naughty words all sluts know
while I indoctrinate our new slave here."

	"Yes, Master. Well, bitch, you certainly have changed your
tune."

	"No, please, no, God, fuck no, please oh Goood, please no... "

	"Look at you, you whore. Look at how wet your little slutty
twat is. Look how our Master plays with it. He's sticking his finger
up your cunt, slave bitch, does that make you feel all wet and gooey
inside. Mmm, fuck, I wish his finger was up my cunt right now. I'm so
wet and ready for his cock. Look at him play with your clit, bitch.
You like his finger running over your little clitty, huh, slut? Does
it make you feel hot, wet and used? Now he's licking your cunt, God,
doesn't that just make your twat cream? His tongue running up and down
your pussy lips, adding his wetness to yours, tasting your cum juice.
You like me rubbing your tits, whore?

	"While I rub your tits our Master tongue fucks your little
pussy, God, you must be one slut to be enjoying this. Now he's taking
off his pants, slave whore. You know what that means? It means your
Master's going to fuck your little cunt soon. His cock is hard and
thick, and his come tastes sooo good. Soon your little twat is going
to be filled with it. He's going to ram his big dick up your pussy,
fuck you until you scream, come inside of you and then leave you, used
and totally fulfilled."

	"No, please, God, I... please, I, please... "

	By now, my cock was hard and ready, and so was I. I placed my
dick at the edge of her opening. "Prepare to get fucked, you slave
cunt."

	"No, I GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD, FUCK, GOD, FUCK FUCK GOD, I FUCK GOD
NO PLEASE FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK" Sue exclaimed as I slipped inside
her and began to pump. Her pussy was sopping wet, and seemed to be
getting even wetter as I fucked her. Her moans and cries became more
incoherent as I fucked her harder.

	After a few minutes of slamming her cunt, she suddenly reached
up, grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me down on top of her as
her cunt squeezed around my dick in orgasm. I felt her whole body
shuddering with the force of it. Finally she let me go, and I went
back to fucking her.

	After a couple of minutes, I was ready. "Get ready, slave
bitch. Your Master's going to blow his wad inside you very soon. Oh
YEAH!"

	My dick finally shot out a stream of spunk deep into Sue's
pussy. I felt the orgasm pour through me and into her, sending Sue
into yet another intense orgasm as I had mine.

	After a minute, I pulled out of her. She was still moaning
"no" and "fuck" softly now, as the waves of orgasmic pleasure
subsided.

	A spermy white trail began leaking from Sue's cunt. I motioned
Linda over to me, then pointed at Sue's cunt. "You see that pussy,
slave?" I asked her.

	"Yes, Master?"

	"I want it cleaned. Lick up all that nice come and pussy
juice. As you do that, I'll think about using you next."

	"Oh yes, thank you Master!" Linda threw herself on top of Sue
and began to eagerly lap away at her cum-dripping pussy. "MMmph, it
tastes so good Master. I love how dirty it makes me feel, licking your
come from another girl's pussy."

	"Swing your body around and position your crotch above the
slave's face, Slave Linda," I ordered. Linda immediately compiled. Sue
had her eyes closed, and a steady stream of soft protestations was
still escaping her lips. They sounded more automatic now than anything
else. I moved around to above Sue's head and took down Linda's
panties. Her pussy was, like the night before, soaking wet.

	I took my magicked cock and placed it lengthwise down Sue's
pretty face, the underside of it resting on her nose. Her eyes snapped
open, but her mumbling protests went on unabated. She stared straight
ahead, looking wide-eyed at my eight inch pecker. I smiled, I wanted
her to watch this. I took my hard dick and, not three inches away from
Sue's face, impaled Linda's cunt.

	"OOOOHHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSSS, FUCKFUCKFUCK YES FUCK COCK CUNT
FUCK PUSSY FUCK FUCK ME FUCK ME YES!" Linda's backside thrashed about
against my pole as she tried to fuck me seven ways from Sunday. Sue's
eyes were even wider now, as she continued to mutter and watched the
fuck scene not four inches from her face. My balls dangled over her
forehead as I slammed into Linda's pussy.

	"Oooh fuck your little cunt, Master, fuck her good, cock her
up and come in her little twat. I love feeling your cock slam in and
out of me, stretching your little whore's cunt. I love being your
whore, Master, it feels so good when you OHHHH FUCK ME FUCK ME
COOOOMING!!!!"

	Linda's orgasm sprang out of nowhere, and her hindside bucked
and thrashed over Sue's mesmerized face. Her cunt gripped me like a
silky vice as she spasmed and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy.

	Finally she slowed down. I continued to pump at a furious
pace, and soon I felt a familiar churning in my balls. "Your Master is
coming soon, slave bitch. Does that please you?"

	"I love it when you come in my twat, Master. Fill my little
cunt with your jizm, Master, please, your little slave bitch needs it
bad, feels sooo fucking bad."

	"Here it comes, you slut cunt whore bitch GGGNNNNN ARRRRGH!"

	Another of my magic orgasms rolled through me. I felt my hot
jizz fly from dick and fill Linda's cunt with warm sperm. My dick kept
twitching for about thirty seconds, sending waves of pleasure through
my body.

	Finally my orgasmic feeling subsided. I rolled my still hard
dick around in Linda's gushing pussy, trying to get as much of my come
on it as possible.

	Then, I pulled it out slowly. As I did, I rubbed the shaft of
my dick along Sue's wide-eyed face, covering her nose and left cheek
with a slightly milky white mixture of come and pussy juice.

	As my head popped out of Linda's twat, come began to ooze out.
Sue's eyes seemed transfixed by the sight, her mouth still muttering
he "no"s and "fuck"s all by itself. I gently raised her head with my
hands towards Linda's come-dripping vagina, whispering to her, "Taste
my come slave, taste it from the cunt of another whore like you. See
how good her pussy tastes with my sperm in there. Lick it all up."
Sue's eyes remained wide as her tongue seemed to extend of its own
volition towards Linda's love hole. I kept on lowly raising her head,
until the tip of her tongue touched the very outskirts of Linda's
labia.

	"Ooooo, yess, lick my cunt you whore," Linda muttered, "lick
it like the thirsty bitch you are. Thirsty for come, thirsty to drink
her master's come from another's pussy."

	Sue's tongue began small explorations of the very outskirts of
Linda's pussy. As she continued, she became more enthusiastic, and
started to lap eagerly at Linda's crotch. She raised her arms up and
brought Linda's waist down in a careful embrace.

	Then she started licking away in earnest.

	"That's it bitch, lick me clean, lick the Master's come from
my cunt. Ooohhhhh, your tongue feels so good up there. Lick me, you
little slut, lick me like the slut you are." Linda's dirty talk was
really turning me on, so I decided to push my magic dick to its
limits. I grabbed Linda's hair and slowly pulled her off Sue's supine
body. "Bitch," I said to her, "take the other slave and lie yourselves
side by side on the bed. Your Master is ready to finish this session."

	"Yes Master. I love it when you pull me around by my hair, it
makes me feel all fuckin' used and degraded, like a whore slut
should." I released Linda's hair. She moved to Sue, who had taken up
her quiet muttering again. She helped the other girl move to where she
was lying lengthwise on my bed, then lay down beside her. I got on the
bed and kneeled between the two of them. I started to stroke my cock
hard, bringing it to orgasm as quickly as possible. Linda looked on
with eager anticipation as I jacked my cock above her face. She licked
her lips and smiled a wicked, sultry smile. "Are you going to come on
my face, Master?"

	"Yes, you little whore, how does that make you feel?" "Like
the slut I want to be, Master. Your little slut to use and come on
anyway you want. Come on my face, Master, mark your little slut as
yours, come on my face, cover it with jizz, come on my face, come on
my face, please, your little cunt slut wants it sooooo badly, it
tastes so gooood,

	fuck, goddamn good, fuck, come on my face, come come come... "

	"Here it comes, get ready, catch it you bitch slut whore
ARGHRPH!" My hand jacked back and forth furiously on my dick as a
blast of semen erupted from the head. It landed with a satisfying wet
splat on Linda's cheek. Another two jacks brought two more ropy
strands making an x on Linda's face. the final few spurts landed on
her other cheek and in her hair. I slowed down my pace, but I
continued jacking as I felt my cock ready itself for another orgasm.

	I turned and pointed it over Sue's face. "Are you ready to
receive your Master's come from the source, bitch?"

	"No, I... oohhh fuck, no, fuck, God, fuck... "

	My hand increased its tempo. "Soon, you will be a true slave,
whore, as you receive your Master's hot come on your face. You'll feel
completely degraded, and that will make you feel like such a wonderful
little slut, won't it slave?"

	"Fuck God fuck God fuck God... "

	"Here it comes, I coming soon, very... very... UNNNGGGGG!" My
fourth orgasm of the night rolled through as powerfully as the first.
The come flew from my dick to splatter nicely all over Sue's wide-eyed
face. As I shot my load all over her pretty mouth, I heard something
unusual in her protestations: "Fuck God fuck God no fuck God YES fuck
fuck fuck ahhhhhhh ohhhhhhh... " Sue reached up with her hands and
pushed the come on her face into her mouth, savoring every last drop.

	I smiled. She was mine and I knew it. She hadn't admitted it
to herself yet, but her body would betray her every time. "Roll over
and kiss the new slave, Slave Linda. Share my come between the two of
you. When you are satisfied, help her and clean both of you up."

	"Yesssss, Master," Linda sighed. She rolled over and started
to kiss Sue tenderly. Soon, the two girls were locked in a fierce
embrace, French kissing passionately and smearing my come around both
their faces. I almost felt like coming on them again, but I had had
enough for one night. I let my hard-on lapse, and went into the
bathroom.

	After cleaning myself up, I returned to see the two ladies
still at it. "Come on, you two little slaves. Clean yourselves up and
put your clothes back on."

	Linda broke their embrace, and led the still slightly shell-
shocked Sue into the bathroom. A few minutes later they emerged and
reclothed themselves.

	Sue still looked a little stunned. I removed the collar from
around her neck, and then transfixed her gaze with mine. "Listen to me
carefully Sue. You will find that you are unable to speak about
anything that happened tonight between you, Linda, and I with anyone
except the two of us when you are alone with either of us." I
emphasized the verbal commands with mental reinforcement. "You will
not tell anyone else of our relationship. You will not attract undue
attention to yourself, Linda, or I in any way, and you will not
involve any authority. Do you understand, slave?"

	Sue nodded once.

	"You may leave."

	Sue nodded dumbly again, and then walked out the door.

	"Master, now that we are alone, how about you fuck me with
that gorgeous cock of yours, all by ourselves."

	"Your Master is tired now, slave, but he appreciates your
efforts to be more slutty. Go home and take the collar with you.
Unless I tell you otherwise, meet me again in two weeks, here, at this
same time. You may go."

	"Yes Master. Goodnight, and pleasant dreams." Linda smiled
impishly as she walked out the door.

	Now all I had to do was wait and see where the pieces landed.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slave Pit [4/5] (MF+, bdsm, mc)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 23:34:19 GMT

			    The Slave Pit
			     Chapter Four
			   A Slut is Born

	After a week, I heard a knock on my door early in the evening.
I paused the computer game I was playing, got up and peeked through
the peep hole. Outside my door, a rather embarrassed looking Sue Brown
kept glancing around, looking like she hoped no one would recognize
her. I let her stew outside a couple more minutes, watching her grow
more anxious until she knocked again.

	Smiling at my obnoxiousness, I opened the door. Sue walked
meekly inside and I shut the door behind her. "What an unexpected
pleasure," I said. "Look, cut the crap, okay?" Sue said, a little
angry. "I don't really want to be here, but... "

	"But what?" I said. I didn't call her slave or whore, as I
ordinarily would have, because I wanted to draw her out and find out
why she had returned on her own.

	"But... but... well, I... just need... need... to feel that
way... again... "

	"What way?"

	"You know, you were there... I just can't stop thinking about
it, it's been driving me crazy, and I can't TALK about it to anyone
because of whatever you did to me right after!"

	"You tried to talk to people?"

	"YES, of COURSE I did. I tried to tell everyone I could, I
tried to scream it out in the middle of the quad, but I just couldn't
do it."

	"Interesting," I said. The mental commands were holding
nicely. "You were talking about a need you were having."

	"Yeah, uh, yeah... " She looked troubled, uncomfortable and
unsure of herself. I still wasn't quite sure what was going on, but
anything that got Sue Brown in my room alone on a voluntary basis was
OK in my book. "Look, I tried to get my boyfriend to do it... you
know... u-u-u-u... " she seemed to choke on the word, "Use me...
dominate me. But it... it... just didn't feel as good."

	"You want to feel that good again."

	Sue hung her head, and I heard I barely audible squeak of,
"Yes."

	"Well, you know what that entails."

	"Look, couldn't we just fuck like normal people? Couldn't you
just fuck me and be done with it?"

	"No. I require more... commitment than that."

	"I had a feeling you'd say that. You're one sick motherfucker,
you know that?"

	"You had better change your attitude if you want to feel that
way again."

	She shot me a look that told me exactly what she thought I
should go do with myself. "I'm getting out of here. You're just too
fucked up for me."

	"Fine," I said. "Leave." I had her hooked and I knew it. She
just needed to admit it to herself.

	"Fine," she responded. She huffed off to the door, reached for
the handle, and stopped. She stood there, seemingly frozen for about
thirty seconds, then her hand retracted from the door. "Look," she
started as she turned around, "look, I'm offering to let you fuck me,
anytime you want, just not that... other stuff. How can you pass that
up? I know guys want me, I see them drooling over me with their eyes
all the time."

	"Sunbathing out in the courtyard doesn't leave much to the
imagination," I said sharply.

	"You try maintaining a good tan line and you see how easy it
is!" Sue retorted with righteous valley girl anger. "Look, I know I'm
pretty, and I know college guys like to fuck pretty girls, so how
about it? Huh?"

	"You know what I require. Tell me what I want to hear, and
I'll think about it."

	"But... "

	"TELL me what I want to hear, or no deal."

	Sue's head bowed. She said something muffled under her breath
which was completely unintelligible. "What was that?"

	"I *said* I'm your slave, dammit. Can we fuck now please?"

	"No, but you're on the right track. All my slaves know what
kind of words I like to hear, what kind of words get their Master
aroused. Maybe you ought to think about using them."

	Frustration was bringing tears to her eyes. "Please, I... I
just need... just need to feel... "

	I whipped around and stormed to the other side of the room in
mock anger. Sue thought it was real enough though. It was a moment
before I felt something tug at my pant leg. I turned around.

	Sue kneeled before me, her pleading eyes looking up at mine
with a combination of fear and lust in them. "Please Master," she said
with a shaky voice, "your slave needs to be fucked."

	I smiled down at her. "Tell me more, slave," I said.

	"Please, Master, please, this little... little... little whore
needs to be fucked. I want to feel like I felt last Friday."

	"How did you feel then, slave?"

	"Oh it felt so fucking GOOD. God, I've never come like that
before, never. It was like an hour long orgasm, what you two did to
me, constant total pleasure."

	"Pleasure from what?" I pressed.

	"From being used, from being called a bitch and a whore and a
slut, from Linda licking me after you fucked me and from you coming
all over me, God it all felt so fucking good, like the best orgasm
I've ever had for about an hour straight."

	"And you want to feel that way again?"

	"Yessss, I want it, I neeeed it."

	"You know what you have to do, slave bitch."

	Sue's head bowed again, but when she raised it again, she had
a sexy look on her face. "Yes Master, I want to be your whore, your
personal slut, your little bitch for you to fuck when you want to, for
you to come on and use and call all sorts of nasty names. I love it,
do me!"

	I smiled, and reached down. I gently brought Sue to stand
before me. Still smiling, I yanked her long hair back hard. A gasp of
pain escaped her lips. I then kissed her.

	We exchanged saliva for a couple of minutes, and she started
to press her body against mine. I reached down and pressed my hand
against her crotch, manipulating her pussy as best I could through her
pants.

	Suddenly, Sue broke her kiss and ran to the other side of the
room. I heard her start to sob. She held herself as she shook from
what seemed like frustration.

	I was totally puzzled by her reactions, and I wanted to find
out what the hell was going on more than I wanted to fuck her at the
moment. So, I went over, put my hand on her shoulder, and said,
"What's the matter?"

	She whirled around. Her eyes were wild and full of tears. She
gripped my arms hard as she blurted out, "I'm a good slave, right?"

	"You were being a very good slut back there, yes."

	"I was saying nasty things, you were using my body, right?
That's what you want, right?"

	"Yes, slave, that's right," I said.

	"Then why don't I feel as good? Why don't I feel all creamy
inside? WHY?!" She broke down, still holding onto me, and sobbed for a
minute, then her head snapped back up again. She fixed me with a look
that spoke of intense realization. "The collar!" she shouted. "Put the
collar back on me, please Master! That's the only thing missing! Chain
me like the slave I am! Walk me around like your bitch, leash your
little slut please! PLEASE!"

	Of course! She was addicted to the pleasure she gleaned from
the collar. Without the collar, the subconscious pleasure from being
used was completely removed! I kicked myself for being so daft. I
could have implanted the need in her mind, but I decided that if I
ever wanted to get rid of her I wanted to screw around with her head
the least possible.

	"Go into the bathroom, close the door, and wait for me," I
told her. "And keep it quiet." Sue nodded, still slightly crying, and
moved past me into the bathroom. She closed the door, and then I
called up Linda.

	"Hello?"

	"Are you alone?"

	"Ah, no, not right now, I've got people over. What's up?"

	"I need the collar. This is an order, slave. Leave the party
for a few minutes, walk over here and give me the collar. Then you can
go back."

	"Uh, yeah, sure, OK, I'll see you in a few minutes." Linda
hung up the phone. I was proud of how she hadn't immediately gone into
slave mode with others around, but had readily agreed nonetheless. A
few minutes later, I heard a light knock at the door. I opened it,
Linda handed me the collar and then kissed me hard. "Are you going to
chain me now, Master?" she said after she came up for air.

	"Uh... no, I need to do some work on its... powers. Go back to
the party. I'll see you next Friday."

	"All right, your slut will go. See ya!" She strolled sexily
down the hall. Shaking my head with a smile, I closed the door.

	I moved across the room and opened the bathroom door. Sue was
sitting on the toilet, blowing her nose into toilet paper. When she
saw the collar in my hand, she started to tremble with barely
contained desire. She slipped off the seat onto her knees. "Please...
" she whispered, her voice trembling.

	"Tell me what you want to be."

	"I want to be your slave. I want to submit to your desires, I
want you to use me as a fuck toy, pleasure yourself with my body, make
me call myself degrading names, fill my cunt with your cock and come
all over me."

	I held out the collar, the catch open. "Show me your
submission. Collar yourself and make your body my property, make
yourself my slave."

	She took the collar with shuddering hands. She slipped it
around her neck and fastened it in the back. With a satisfied sigh,
she played her hands down the leash, and then held it out to me.
"Master," she said, "take me as your slut." She was mine.

	I accepted the leash, and then pulled her to her feet with it.
As the collar bit into the side of her neck, she closed her eyes and I
thought I could actually see the pleasure spread through her. She
moaned softly as she raised herself up. "Open your eyes, slave," I
commanded. She opened them and stared at me with a wanton look that
said, above all else, that she wanted to get fucked soon. "Do you want
me to fuck you, slave?"

	"Yes, Master, I want you to use me like you did last Friday."

	"How does that make you feel?"

	"It makes me feel so gooood, Master, so good to be fucked by
you, used like a toy, filled up with your fuck meat and come on like a
bitch in heat. I want you to come all over my body, Master, I want to
rub every inch of my body with your hot fuck cream. You do me so good,
Master. I don't want to, I thought you were a geek when I first saw
you, God it makes me feel so hot to be used and fucked by a man I
didn't want. I'm such a fucking slut, God, I'm such a dirty little
slave slut."

	"Down on your knees, bitch," I said. "Yes, Master." Sue
dropped to her knees, gazing up at me with abject lust. "Take out my
cock, slave," I commanded. "Oh yes Master," Sue replied breathlessly.
She fumbled around in her haste to undo my zipper.

	Finally, she had it undone, and my eight inch magic dick
sprang out from the confines of my boxer shorts like a compressed
diving board. "It's so big and hard and beautiful," Sue cooed.

	"Take it into your mouth, slave."

	Sue sucked down my cock in one enormous gulp. She slowly began
to jack her head up and down along my shaft. Swirling her tongue
around the head, she smiled as she worked her mouth magic on my magic
dick. I could feel the head of my dick swell as she sucked with
eagerness on my fuck tool. Her expert ministrations brought me quickly
to the brink of orgasm.

	"Are you ready to receive your Master's cum, slave?"

	"HmmmmMmmmmmm... " Sue purred as she slurped on my cock some
more.

	"Take my cock and jack it off onto your face and into your
mouth. Accept my sperm on your face as a sign of your submission to
me. Relish in your Master's jizm, lick his come cream from your face
and beg me for more."

	Sue let my cock go from her mouth with a pop, and then started
to jack it hard. After about ten seconds, I could feel my balls begin
to contract.

	"Here it comes, you bitch, you little slut, you fucking whore
slut, MMMMMMYEAH!!!!!" Sue watched with eager eyes as her jacking
produced spurt after spurt of ropy, thick jizz. The first strand
landed with a wet splat across her face, and the second added to the
first, creating a thick white line across her cheek and into her hair.
She licked at it where it went over her mouth and lips, and then
opened her mouth wide to receive the rest of the fruits of her labor.
Spurt after spurt of my come spewed into her waiting mouth, which she
eagerly swallowed.

	"Mmmmm, thank you Master, thank you, I feel like such a good
naughty little slut, your little slut slave to command and come all
over. I love the taste of your come, Master, I love it when you spew
it all over my face, God, it makes me feel like such a dirty whore, I
love feeling dirty, ooohhhhhhhh... " I watched as Sue trembled in
mentally induced ecstasy.

	"Get up," said as Sue wiped the remains of my orgasm from her
face. She did so quickly. "Remove your clothes." Sue smiled and
quickly slipped out of her shirt, jeans and underwear. She stood
before, collared and naked, looking beautiful, sexy and ready to fuck
anything that moved. However, there was something else on my mind.
"Slave, to show your devotion to me, you must mark yourself as my
slave. I want you to shave your pussy lips. You will retain the thatch
of hair above your pussy, but your cunt lips must be free of hair. You
will do this every day, thinking that this is how all sluts prepare
themselves for their masters. Does that please you?"

	"Yes, Master, anything for you."

	"My razor and shaving foam are in the medicine cabinet.
Prepare yourself now, and then come into the main room."

	Sue nodded and smiled, then reached for the cabinet.
Meanwhile, I moved back into main room. I stripped out my clothes,
listening to Sue hum to herself as she shaved her pussy. I lay back
down on my bed, slowly stroking my ever-stiff cock, and waited.

	After about five minutes, Sue came out. She had a lusty grin
on her face, and her pussy glistened. "Come here and lie down, slave,"
I said. She did so with exquisite slowness, almost teasing me in the
way she moved her body. "Do you want to play with my cunt, Master? My
sluttily shaved cunt? I'd love it if you sucked on my little whore
cunt, Master, it would feel soooo gooood... "

	Sue's suggestions were exactly what I had in mind. I slipped
down the length of her body, sliding my hands all over her creamy
smooth skin. I placed my tongue just on the very tip top of her pussy.
"Oh, Master, lick me please, I need your hot tongue in my aching
pussy, it needs it, I feel so fucking horny, god please just lick me,
lick my little shaved beaver... " I slipped my tongue down her newly
shaven cunt lips, up and down both the now-smooth surface of her
labia, leaving a slick, wet trail of saliva. It truly tasted sweet as
I slipped my tongue into her vertical cleft, slurping up and down the
inside of her pussy.

	"Mmmmmmmm, yes, lick me, ooooohhhhh, yes, Master... " Sue
writhed as I teased her clit. I slipped my fingers around her cunt
opening, teasing her labia and spreading them as I plunged my tongue
deeper into her cunt, mixing her wetness with mine. She shuddered as I
licked and fingered her into a small but intense orgasm.

	As she came down and tried to control her breathing, I quietly
slipped out of my shirt and jeans, my throbbing member still standing
at attention. She opened her eyes, and looked with wonder and lust on
my naked form. "Oh Master, your slutty slave is soooo horny for your
hard cock. Please fuck this little whore's cunt with your big dick, my
pussy needs a good fucking. I need your cock, Master, I'm a little
slut that can't live without your big dick in my twat, your fuck meat
pumping in and out of my wet twat, oh God, please, Master, fuck me,
please... "

	I approached her, slowing walking my body over hers and
positioning my dick outside the entrance of her love canal. "Are you
ready to receive your Master's cock, slut?"

	"Yes, fuck me, please," she begged, pushing her body against
me.

	I slipped inside her.

	"OH FUCK GOD YES!" Sue screamed. Her whole body strained
against mine, trying to take my dick deeper inside her. She humped up
at me like a woman possessed as I pounded into her slick cunt with my
ever-hard dick. Her body thrashed underneath mine, and her face
strained like the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. Her breathing
came in short gasps, timed to each plunge of my cock. In expel, out
inhale, in expel, out inhale. I planted my mouth on hers, and out
tongues danced with each other, twisting and turning like wild snakes.

	I let go of her mouth, and her breathing became even more
rapid. "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck OH FUCK YES FUCK ME MASTER! FUCK MY
HOT CUNT! OH YEEEEEEAHHHHHHH!!!!!" I felt Sue's cunt suddenly,
literally, squeeze my dick like a velvet vice, holding me in place as
her orgasm flung her into orbit. She locked her legs around my back,
pulled me in and held me there.

	Finally, she let go with her legs, softly moaning and eyes
closed. I continued to pump. My second orgasm was nearing, and felt
just as powerful as the first. "You horny slut, you've fucked your
Master well. Are you ready for him to come?"

	"Mmmmm, yesssss, Master, come in my hot twat, fill me with
your fuck juice, come inside me Master, fuck my cunt and pour your hot
come into my wet pussy."

	"Here it comes, you slut, you cunt, you whore, here it
COMMMES!"

	I slammed into her slit one last time, pouring my orgasm into
her silky wetness. My orgasm pounded into my brain. As soon as I came
slightly down, I knew I wanted more. I pumped into her again for about
ten seconds, sending my still sensitive cock into another orgasm. I
could feel my jizm spurt into her cunt, overflowing it, sleeping back
out along my shaft. My head felt like a nail hit by a hammer, and I
wanted more.

	I pulled my dick out of her cunt, and shuffled forward on my
knees. I started to jack my shaft, and sent another huge load of come
all over her breasts. The orgasm flashed through my brain like
lightning in the night. I moved up further, and blasted another shot
of cum all over face and in her hair. I continued jacking, and let two
more loads fly all over Sue's pretty lips, cheeks, and hair. My brain
felt like it was on fire, and something deep inside me told me it was
time to stop.

	Sue just ate it up. She ran her hands all over her body,
gathering come and licking it up. She slipped three fingers into her
seeping cunt, covering them in semen and vaginal juices, and then
licked them off one by one. Finally, she opened her eyes. She smiled
slightly, a dabble of come at one corner of her mouth. She whispered,
"Thank you."

	I smiled at her, and finally let my cock deflate. I got off
from on top of her and told her to go clean up. She got up slowly, and
trailed off to the bathroom in the same slow, satisfied manner.

	As I listened to the bathroom water running, I realized that I
would have to change Sue's personality the same way I had with Linda
or work out some substitute for the collar. Since changing her back
would be bothersome at best, I decided I had to come up with something
like the collar, but less conspicuous. An idea dawned on me. I quickly
dressed again, promising myself to take a shower real soon now.

	Sue opened the door, looking radiantly soft and giving me a
come hither look to kill or die for. "Maaaster," she sang, "my little
whore pussy is getting lonely."

	I almost let myself get hard again, but there was work to do.
"Slave, put on your clothes, we're going shopping."

	"Yes Master, anything for you." She dressed quietly, humming
to herself. When she finished, she was still wearing the collar. I
reached to take it off, and her eyes went wide. She did nothing, but
as soon as I removed it she started to shake.

	"Please," she said quietly, "please, please put it back on,
please I need it, please... " She reached up, her hands trembling. If
I hadn't known better, I would have thought she was a junky jonesing
for a fix. I let her have the collar, and she instantly snapped it
back into place. She sighed, visibly relaxed, and then looked up at me
again with bright, friendly eyes as if nothing had happened. "Where
are we going?" she asked.

	Half an hour later, we were standing in a women's accessory
store, being patently ignored by everyone as we poked around.

	Finally, I found what I was looking for: a choker. The long
black strip of cloth with a brooch in the middle looked quite like a
collar, and seemed to be coming back into fashion. Holding onto Sue's
leash, I grabbed a handful of them and walked to the front counter. I
tried without much success to get the attention of the salesperson
before I realized that holding Sue's leash made me virtually
invisible.

	I glanced around, and noticed that there were no surveillance
cameras, so I took the chokers and left the store, Sue happily in tow.
Back in my room, I set up a field around the chokers to provide deep
satisfaction from degrading sexual behavior, similar to the collar,
but there was no invisibility or freeze mechanisms. "Slave," I said to
Sue, "this is your new collar. You are to wear it all times, as a sign
of your servitude to me as one of my sluts." I removed the dog collar
and handed the choker to her trembling hands. She quickly attached it
in the back, and let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

	"Now, leave me slave. Meet me here next Friday, and we'll have
another session." Sue smiled at me with half-lidded eyes.

	"Yes, Master, thank you." She rose, gave me a soft kiss, and
then left my room, humming to herself.

	Next Friday was going to be VERY interesting.

From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Slave Pit [5/5] (MF+, bdsm, mc)
Date: 9 Jan 1996 23:35:23 GMT

			    The Slave Pit
			     Chapter Five
			  Enter the Mistress

	Thursday night in the Pit was a slow time. People were off
studying for weekly Friday quizzes, and by 10:30 the place was empty
but for the staff. Lynn Regina was working behind the counter, serving
no one but herself. Her friend, Susan Corkey, was keeping her company
that night, though Lynn thought her friend looked somehow preoccupied.
She asked Susan a question about a class, but Susan was off in space
and didn't hear her.

	"Hey, Earth to Susan, come in," Lynn prompted.

	"Huh? What?" Susan said, startled out of her reverie.

	"I asked you about Calc, space cadet. What's got you so dreamy
these days anyway?"

	"Oh, nothing really, just a new relationship... "

	"Oh, really? Why haven't I heard anything about this sooner?"

	Susan suddenly realized that this gossip might draw undue
attention, and her orders kicked in. "Oh, it's all so new, and I can't
really say anything yet, it's just too soon."

	"Oh, c'mon, what's his name?" Lynn probed.

	"Uh, it's... too early to say."

	Lynn was a little puzzled. Susan had loved to gossip about
guys before. She decided to go a little more general. "So, what do you
like in guys, then?"

	"Oh, I like guys who know... how to take charge, who have...
strength."

	Lynn arched an eyebrow. If she didn't know any better, she
thought she had heard those words before, but never from Susan. Only
from some submissives she had been involved with before. Lynn was a
dominatrix, strong and demanding and always on the lookout for willing
partners. "Really?" she asked. "And this new boyfriend of yours,
he's... strong?"

	"Very."

	"Knows what he wants?"

	"Mmm-hmmm."

	Lynn decided to go for broke. "Dominating?"

	"Yesss," Susan breathed, and her eyes fluttered. Lynn's heart
skipped a beat; she had never met anyone so reactive to submissive
behavior. Susan was practically creaming in her jeans, and Lynn felt
herself getting warm between her legs as well. That's when a glint
from Susan's backpack caught her eye. She looked more closely at the
open pouch, and thought she saw a dog collar in its inner recesses.

	That clinched it. Lynn came around the counter and took her
friend firmly by her arms. Susan's eyes widened. "Who is your Master?"
Susan demanded.

	"What? I... that is I... never had... "

	"Don't lie to me bitch," Lynn said in an icy tone. "I saw the
way you reacted. You've got a Master and you love it when he dominates
you, don't you?" Susan only looked scared and excited, refusing to
answer. Lynn reached down quickly between Susan's legs and felt at her
crotch. The fabric of her jeans was warm and slightly moist. "Does it
excite you when I touch you like this?"

	Susan's mouth hung open, and her eyes rolled back. "Please...
" she whispered, "I can't... I can't tell... please... "

	"He ordered you not to tell, anyone, eh?" Lynn continued to
press and manipulate Susan's ever-wettening crotch. "Wants to keep
this hot bitch all to himself, huh? Does it make you hot when I call
you bitch?"

	"Yessssss," Susan hissed, and started to press her pelvis into
Lynn's hand.

	Lynn quickly pulled her hand away and thrust it into Susan's
backpack, pulling out the dog collar. "I suppose you feel like a real
bitch when you wear this, huh? When your MASTER makes you wear this?"

	Susan's eyes were wide and full of fear and excitement. "No, I
don't... I haven't... "

	Lynn hurled the collar over to Susan. She missed catching it
and it clattered to the floor. Susan dove down and snatched it up.
Meanwhile, Lynn rounded around the counter again, snatched up her
purse, and began walking hautily away from the prostrate and upset
Susan.

	"Tell this non-existent Master of yours that he's got
competition now," Lynn said over her shoulder as she walked out the
door of the Pit. Susan's eyes followed her with a mixture of fear and
desire.

	A timid knocking at my door jarred me from my drowsy state. I
stared at the clock across from the bed; it read 12:15 AM. Hoping I
just dreamed it, I turned back over, only to have it happen again. I
threw the covers off of me, walked to the door, and looked through the
peep hole in the door. Outside stood Susan, looking visibly shaken.

	I opened the door and Susan fell into my arms, shaking and
crying. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked. I thought for a
second one of her ex-boyfriends had tried something, and I found
myself ready to torture that bastard to the end of his days. In the
next second, I was surprised at the intensity of my response for
someone who hadn't given me the time of day just a few weeks ago.

	But that turned out not to be the case. Susan slowly managed
to gasp out the story of her encounter with Lynn. At the end of it, I
found my cock hard at the thought of Lynn grabbing at Susan's pussy.
"Why are you so upset?" I asked her after she finished.

	"I wanted to tell her, Master, I wanted to tell her about you
so she would... "

	"She would what?"

	"So that she would... keep on... playing... with... "

	"You little slut!" I said in half surprise. "It made you hot
to have that dominating bitch playing with your cunt, didn't it?"

	"Yes, Master, I loved it when that bitch was touching my
pussy. It made me so wet, God I just wanted her to suck me until I
came screaming."

	"But she wouldn't?"

	"No, that bitch walked out."

	"Well, we'll just have to teach her a lesson, eh?"

	"What do you mean, Master?"

	"Tomorrow, you and slave Jen and I will meet here. You'll call
Lynn and tell her you want to meet her at the Pit, while Jen and I go
there ahead of you to set up. Then you'll meet us there... " and I
laid out my plan for the next evening.

	The phone rang at 10:30, Friday evening. Lynn picked it up as
she turned down her music. "Hello?"

	"Lynn, it's Susan."

	"So, decided to tell me about your Master, slut?"

	There was a slight pause on the other end of the line, and
Lynn could have sworn she heard Jen starting to pant. "Meet me at the
Pit in half an hour," Susan said hurriedly, then hung up the phone.

	Lynn smiled to herself. She moved to her dresser, and pulled
out her make-up kit. Carefully, she removed her special tube of
lipstick; it was a color she liked to call "Bitch Red." She spread a
liberal amount over her full red lips, blotted, and examined the
effect. She was starting to look like

	a Mistress. Smiling, she continued her work.

	Half an hour later, Lynn made her way down the stairs to the
Pit. Her long, straight blonde hair was pulled straight back severely,
and her blood red lips stood out from her paper white face. She wore a
loose chemise and a pair of tight, tight Spandex pants, hugging every
curve. Her three inch heels went click-clack down the stairs.

	As she listened to the sound of her own walk, she realized
that something was missing. It took her a moment to put her finger on
it; there was very little sound coming out of the Pit. It just sounded
like the TV, and nothing else. Curious, she moved forward.

	She opened the door, and the main rooms by the grill was
empty. The TV screens were quietly blaring by themselves. Crinkling
her forehead in wonder, she moved to the side room with the pool
tables.

	She was more than a little shocked when she saw them. He was
sitting in a chair from the main room, and he was completely naked.
His hard dick was being worked on by the mouth of a very pretty young
blonde, who was also naked except for a black choker around her neck.
His eyes were closed as the girl used a rhythmic combination of
sucking and jacking to bring him closer and closer to orgasm. Lynn
looked on in disdain; the thought of being that subservient to a MAN
made her positively ill. That girl, though, had definite
possibilities, and Lynn could feel herself growing warm at that
thought. Lynn watched her little twat sway back and forth as she moved
her whole body in the process of blowing him.

	After a moment, her hand moved in a frenzy, and he started to
thrust his hips up towards her face. She sucked on the head of his
cock one more time, and then jacked it hard until a veritable gusher
of cum flew out of his hugely engorged dick, splattering all over her
pretty face. She cooed and ooed and mmmed as his sticky white jizm
covered her cheek. After several large blasts, the girl sucked the
remaining cum on his dick, eating it up hungrily.

	Finally, he opened his eyes and looked at Lynn. He didn't seem
surprised at her being there. He held her gaze for a moment, steadily,
then flicked his eyes up and down her form, as if he was appraising
her. The nerve. The pretty blonde continued to clean his cock, which,
Lynn noted, had not lost any of its rigidity.

	Finally, Lynn decided to break this ice. "You've got her well
trained," she said.

	"Slave Jennifer loves her work, don't you?" he replied.

	"Mmmmm, yes Master, I love sucking your cock and feeling your
come all over my face. It makes feel like just little nasty slut." She
was finished with his dick now, she was wiping the cum from her face
and licking her fingers. God, what a little slut, Lynn thought. She's
really getting into it. God, how I'd love to get some of that pussy.
Jennifer? She's Jennifer Costas, my God, she's dating Jerimah Andrews,
the star fullback and all-around Neanderthal! I hope this guy is
tougher than he looks, Jer was never one to take poaching his woman
lying down.

	"So, Mister Big Shot," Lynn said, "how did you steal this one
away from her boyfriend?" He only looked at Lynn with a smile, and
said, "That would be telling. Why don't you tell her, Slave?"

	"No one but my Master can me make feel so gooood. God, it's
like a constant orgasm, rolling over me, feeling like such a dirty
nasty whore. I fucking love it, nothing ever made me feel so fucking
bad, so fucking good."

	"Oh really? It doesn't look like you're having much fun right
now to me."

	Jen was about to answer her, when he put a restraining hand on
her shoulder. The blonde looked up at him with large adoring eyes,
waiting for his command. He laid her slowly down on the floor, and
spread her legs open. Lynn noticed that the lips of her pussy had been
diligently shaved clean, leaving a thatch of hair near the top of her
slit. He knelt in between her legs, and then touched one index finger
to her pussy lips. Jen started to groan, and tried to grind his finger
further into her pussy. But he would have none of it. Instead, he
continued to stroke her labia, which were starting to glisten with the
slickness of her pussy juice. Lynn licked her lips and thought of
tasting that. He continued his digital exploration of the outside of
her cunt, and finally relented to her thrusts by slipping his finger
inside.

	Jen started to talk dirty. "Oh Master, I love it when you fuck
me with your finger. Fuck my little slut cunt with that finger of
yours, pump my little whore pussy with your hand. God, I fucking need
it, I need your fucking hand up my fucking cunt, so fucking bad, God
I'm such a little whore slut, fuck me, Master, fuck me!"

	He continued to finger-fuck her hard, and she writhed in
ecstasy. He then slowed down his rhythm, removed his finger, and
lowered his head to her bald pussy lips. Lynn's mouth was watering as
she watched him begin to eat her. But her sultry gaze soon turned to
one of amazement and surprise as she watched Jen's reaction.

	"Ohhhh Gooood, yesssssss. Master Master MASTER! FUCK OH GOD
YES LICK MY CUNT, LICK MY LITTLE WHORE CUNT,
oooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAA
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK YES YES YES YES FUCK YES YES YES MASTER
YES LICK YES FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK!!!"

	Jen was literally bouncing off the floor has she thrust her
hips towards his tongue. She screamed and writhed and grabbed at her
nipples and finally seemed to lose control completely, her body
twitching every which way as she was wracked by orgasm after orgasm.
Lynn had never seen a girl come so hard, she herself had hardly even
come close. At the end, Jen was screaming incoherently in pleasure,
her back arched and her hips thrusting like pistons. Finally he pulled
away from her pussy, and held her as she came down.

	"You'd like to be able to do that, wouldn't you?" a familiar
voice from behind her said softly. Lynn turned around and faced Susan.
The brunette only wore a pair of garters, without any panties. Her
breasts were quite large, but firm, and her thatch was shaved just as
Jen's was, bald lips with a patch of hair above her slit. "If you
could pleasure someone like that, no one could resist being your
slave, could they?"

	Lynn smiled and tried to reach for Susan, but suddenly found
that her arms wouldn't move. In fact, she found that all that she
could do was turn around slowly. "What... what the hell?"

	"Do not worry, you will be released soon," Susan assured her.
The naked brunette walked forward to her. "You would love to seduce a
woman at a touch, any woman you liked, and pleasure her until she
begged you for more, begged that she couldn't live without your touch.
You want that don't you?"

	Lynn eyed Susan, and nodded slowly.

	"We could make that possible, Lynn," Susan cooed. "We could
make you irresistible to whomever you wished, whenever you wished. You
would only need to touch someone, and think a certain thought, and she
would fall under your spell. It could all happen. You could do as well
as my Master has done tonight, have her screaming for more, have her
doing anything that you wished to you, anything at all."

	"What's the catch?" Lynn asked.

	Susan grinned at her, and looked at something behind her. Lynn
turned around. He was standing in front of her now, his erection
pointed horizontally out from his body towards her, being held and
slowly stroked by Jen. "You," he said, "must become my slave. My
devoted slave, as devoted as these two. In turn, you will have slaves
of your own, which will in turn be my slaves as well. But you would
have control over them when I was not there, and could use them to
your hearts pleasure when I am not around. However, when I require you
or them, you will submit and enjoy it."

	"And if I refuse?" Lynn asked.

	"But you won't," he replied. "I can see it in your eyes, Lynn,
I can feel it emanate from you. You desire my power. You desire to
dominate, and control others. I can give you that power, Lynn, but in
turn you must give me your total obedience, and your total enthusiasm.
Without it, you will forget that any of this ever happened, except for
a vague, gnawing feeling that you could have had control, and gave it
up."

	Lynn considered for a moment. He didn't look like the world's
greatest lover. In fact, he looked more than a little dorky. But she
had never in all her relationships seen anyone come that way, or had
slaves so entirely committed to her. She could learn so much from him,
but to do so... She shivered at the thought. She hadn't even kissed a
boy since she was 15, and had only had heterosexual sex once, with a
boorish brute who didn't even wait a week before hopping in the sack
with some other tramp.

	But she had been a submissive once, to the woman who had
introduced her to master-slave relationships. She wanted to know how
he did it, she wanted to know so badly, but to submit to a man was
something she just could not think of. She needed to think some more,
she needed to stall. "Why me?" she asked. "You could probably have any
girl on campus, who would probably ask a lot less and commit much
more. Why me?"

	He smiled thinly at her. "I need... a partner of sorts. Susan
was to be my slave-catcher, but she got herself caught instead. She is
too submissive by nature at any rate. But you will enjoy finding me
women, because you will enjoy them too. Besides, my plans require
someone I can trust, without too many... alterations." He indicated
Jen with his eyes. "But keep one thing in mind: we would in no way be
equal. I would be your Master, and you my slave, my enthusiastic
slave."

	"Enthusiastic?"

	His thin smile turned into an evil grin. "You must make sure
that I believe you are enjoying your servitude. If I sense at any
moment you are not enjoying what is being done to you, or what you are
doing, if you have less enthusiasm than, say, Slave Jen here... " he
paused. "What I give, I can take away just as easily. Never forget
that."

	Lynn swallowed. Hard. She wasn't sure she could do it. But she
wanted to so badly, she wanted what he could do so badly, anything
seemed possible. She just needed to transfer her passion for
domination to one of submission where he was concerned. She was almost
sure she could do it. She was at least willing to try.

	She started to fantasize, quickly, trying to build up her
enthusiasm. She fantasized about seducing a girl in her Organic
Chemistry class, a young beautiful freshman. She alternated between
that and submitting to him, trying to meld the two fantasies, the two
energies. She closed her eyes, imagining him on top of her, his long
dick at her opening... Lynn climbing on the freshman girl, sucking at
her wet virgin twat, feeling the tentative tongue at her pussy... she
is so wet as he rubs his dick up and down her slit, slowly sliding it
in... burying her face in the wetness, the body under her thrashing, a
voice mewing for more... his cock pumping in and out of her, her
breathing heavily, feeling so full... she's coming... she's coming...

	She opened her eyes. She found that she could move again, and
she knelt down. "Please, Master," she said, "accept this flesh as
yours, accept me as your slave." She lowered her head, and held her
hands out towards him supplicating.

	She felt his hand on her head, and she looked up. He was
staring into her eyes, and she felt... strange. Then he spoke, and his
words seemed to drive themselves into the very depths of her being:
"If you ever consider betraying me, if you ever formulate a plan or
have a thought about betraying me in any adverse way to anyone, if
ever considering telling anyone about our relationship without my
permission, you will come to me, tell me you have something to say,
wait until I give you permission to say it, and then you will tell me
your plans or thoughts. Do you understand?"

	She nodded dumbly; it was as though his words were too
important to ignore, too fundamental to herself to disobey. It was
like questioning one's arms, they were just always there. She stared
at him in wonder.

	"Stand up, Slave," he told her. She did. "Remove your blouse."
She slowly took of her chemise, still staring at him in wonderment.
Her bra was black lace, one of her favorites. "Now the bra." She undid
the clasp in back, and the bra fell to the floor on top of her blouse.
Her breasts were round and firm, only slightly smaller than Jen's.
"You have nice tits, Slave," he said.

	"Thank you, Master, but they are your tits now, just as the
rest of me is yours to do with as you please." The twin fantasies kept
running in her head, each feeding the other's erotic energy.

	"Indeed they are. Take off your pants," he ordered. She
compiled, with a little difficulty. The skin tight spandex had been
hard enough to get on in the first place, and it proved only a little
less difficult to remove. Finally, she stood there in her panties, the
two other slaves and her Master staring at her supple, well-toned legs
and black lace panties. "Does my body please you, Master? I hope you
like it, I work hard to keep it in condition."

	"Kneel and crawl forward, Slave." Lynn compiled, and crawled
towards him. His cock was right at eye level for her as she hand-and-
kneed forward. She reached him, and he said. "Take my cock from Slave
Jennifer, and as you suck on it tell me exactly what you are. I think
you already know what I want to hear."

	Lynn swallowed once, and then threw herself into it. She
reached up and took his hard dick in her hand. It was quite rigid,
despite having been erect constantly for around twenty minutes. She
sat up on her knees, and started to peck his dick with kisses.

	"Oh, Master, your cock is so big, it's so hard, I love its
taste, it makes me feel all tingly, knowing that I'm sucking on my
Master's prick, knowing that I'm making him excited, knowing that I
could make him come, come all over my face and in my mouth, this
little slut's mouth making your big cock come... "

	She took his cock slowly into her mouth, and then slowly
released it, running her tongue down its bottom. In between slurping
on it and kissing it, she told him: "God, I'm such a little whore
slave, Master, I love sucking on your cock, I love being your little
slut, Master, I'm dreaming of all the women I'll catch for you, all
the new slaves you'll have because your little slave whore caught them
for you, you fucking their wet cunts while they eat mine, you coming
over their bodies and me lapping up your jizm while Slave Susan eats
my pussy... "

	She stopped talking for a moment, and concentrated on sucking
his prick. She gave it short, bobbing strokes with her head, then
longer, fuller ones, taking it as far in as possible. She could

	tell he was close, he was thrusting his hips, holding her hair
in his hands, encouraging her. She slid his dick form her lips, and
said, "That's it Master, your little slut is making you come. Come for
me Master, come for me, come all over my pretty little slut face." She
grabbed his dick in her hands and jacked it back and forth quickly.
"Come, Master, come on your slut, make me your slut Master, come on
me, come come come... "

	He placed his hands on her head, leaning hard, grunted once,
and suddenly let go with a tremendous wad. It splattered over her
cheek, and then next blast took her right in the mouth. But Lynn
didn't taste come; instead she tasted the pussy juice of the girl she
was sucking in her fantasy, as the girl squirted it into her mouth. It
was sweet, so sweet... He blasted two more spurts onto her face, and
she licked up every drop hungrily.

	Finally, he was finished. He took his hands from her head, and
she noticed then that his cock was still as erect as ever. Whatever
else he was, he sure had a lot of stamina. He took her by the
shoulders and stood her up. "You have done well, Slave. You have
accepted your Master's come quite vigorously. But I require further
submission from you. I require you to prove your devotion and
enthusiasm towards me in a very... special way. Get down on your
hands and knees, and spread your asscheeks wide. Your Master wishes to
take you in your ass. Accept your Master's cock in your ass, and then
I will give you the gifts you seek."

	Lynn gasped, and fear welled up within her. She had never had
anything larger than a finger up her ass, though she had enjoyed that
when it had happened. However, the fantasy of all those girls, lining
up just to be her slaves... it was overpowering. She knelt down as he
had instructed, and placed her hands on her asscheeks, spreading them
as wide as possible, exposing her ass pucker to his eyes. "Take my
ass, Master, fuck me in the ass and take me as your slave whore."

	She heard him whisper something to Jen. She rose, and
returned. She felt a finger on her ass, rubbing some sort of
lubricant on it. It felt... odd, but in a nice way. She felt the
finger try and work its way slowly into her asshole, but in her
nervousness she was clenched tighter than a vice. "She too tight,
Master," she heard Jen say. "I can't even get my finger in her little
slut butt."

	"Too tight, eh?" came his voice in reply. Suddenly, she felt
another finger, but this one felt... wonderful, so warm and stiff, it
made her relax, and at the same time it made her want that all the way
up inside her ass. "Try it now," he said. The first finger replaced
the second, but this one felt as nice. She felt her sphincter relax
further as the finger worked its way up inside, lubing as it went.
Soon, it was slipping in and out just like a finger in her pussy, only
it felt twice as nice. It slipped out a final time, and she heard Jen
say, "She's ready, Master."

	She felt something smooth at her nether opening, and she heard
him say, "Beg."

	"Please, Master, stick your cock in my ass, fuck my ass,
buttfuck your little slave whore, she needs it so bad in her ass." She
did, she felt a burning desire to have her ass fucked, right now, by
his dick. Because, in her mind, she saw that young freshman behind
her, holding a long, firm dildo in her hands, and ready to use it.

	Lynn felt him grip her sides. The very tip of his hard dick
pushed a centimeter into ass pucker, and she clenched involuntarily.
He backed up, and moment later she felt it again, but this time, her
sphincter just seemed to relax of its own volition. His cock slipped
easily now up her well-lubed ass. She felt so full, her ass felt
wonderful. "Oh Master, yes! Your cock feels soooo goood up my ass.
Fuck it now, Master, fuck my slave whore ass!"

	He did just that. He started slow, slipping in and out of
butthole as easily as a cock in her pussy. Only the tightest pussy she
could ever imagine, and it felt more than wonderful. It felt ecstatic,
she couldn't get enough. She ground back on his cock, as he fucked
away in her ass. "Your ass is very tight, Slave, it feels very good.
Your Master is pleased." He picked up his pace now, fucking her harder
and faster with every stroke. "Do you like my cock fucking your slut
ass, Bitch?"

	"Mmmm, yes, fuck, yes fuck, fuck my ass, fuck my slut bitch
ass, fuck my asshole with your hard cock, fuck your little whore slut
slave in the ass, oh Master, I'm going... I'm COMING MASTER!! FUCK MY
ASS! FUCK COMING FUCK COMING COMMMMMMMIIIIIINNGG!" Lynn thrashed
around on his hard pole as her sphincter throbbed in orgasm. He
continued to pump her as she trembled under his relentless
buttfucking. His pace increased as her orgasm subsided. He grabbed
Lynn's waist, and seemed to use his whole body, trying to push his
cock deeper and deeper into her rectum.

	"Are you ready for your Master's come in your ass, slave?" he
asked her breathlessly, still fucking away.

	"Yes, Master, pump your slave whore's ass full of your white
fuck! Come in your slut's ass! Come!"

	All at once, he rammed in one final time, and seemed to shake
quietly for about a minute. Lynn thought she could feel the cum
boiling out of his dick into her ass. After a moment, he slowly
withdrew his cock, and she could feel the slippery remains of his come
make his exit a slick one. She remained where she was as she thought
she heard one of the other girls wetting a towel and wiping him down.

	Finally, he spoke. "Turn around, Slave, and kneel before me."

	She did so. Jen and Susan were both standing beside him, their
hands slowly caressing his dick, which was amazingly enough still
hard. "You have done well, Slave, and as promised I will give you your
reward. Open your hand out flat before me." She did so, and he touched
the tips of his middle and index finger to hers.

	"When you touch those to fingers to a woman's skin, and think
a suggestion, that woman will be compelled strongly to follow that
suggestion. Something like, `Follow me home,' `Undress,' `You are
strongly physically attracted to me,' and possibly, `You are my slave,
obey my commands,' will all work, though the last one may have to be
after getting the woman to trust or desire you. Now, open your mouth
and stick out your tongue."

	Lynn obeyed, and he touched his hand to her tongue. "When you
lick part of woman's body, and you will it, they will feel intense
pleasure, the best thing they have ever felt. Prolonged use of this
will have them coming back and begging for more, and it will have a
similar affect of what I did to Jen earlier. Do you understand the
powers I have given you?"

	Lynn nodded slowly, taking in the implications of it. With
these, she could make any girl hers! "When you use the suggestion
power," he continued, "reinforcing it verbally can make some great
difference, though it will still work to a degree without you saying
anything." Lynn nodded again, fantasizing about everything she could
do with these powers. Her mind turned to that brunette freshman in her
O-Chem class, what she would look like thrashing in orgasm as Lynn ate
her delicious cunt. She couldn't wait to try.

	"Remember," he said again, "every slave you capture becomes my
Slave in turn. Every Friday, we will meet here at 10:00, and every
slave you have I expect to be here as well. You can tell them that
they or my slaves or not, as you see fit. You are responsible for
making them properly slutty and enthusiastic when they are, though. Do
you understand?"

	Lynn nodded once.

	"Then arise, and kiss your Master. You may then leave."

	Lynn got up, and walked over to him. With a wicked twinkle in
her, she bent over and kissed the head of his cock, swirling her lips
around it for a moment. She kissed him on his lips then, softly and
passionately. Breaking the kiss, she moved away from him with a wink.
She then put on her clothes again and left the Pit.

	The cold wind outside brushed across her breasts. She took a
deep breath, and she knew then that the world was just hers for the
taking.

	Wow! I mean, wow! I watched Lynn leave, her slim butt swaying
behind her. I had NEVER expected, in my wildest dreams, to have to use
that little of the power on her. I had expected to have to tweak her
into that strange sort of dominate submission, but she seemed to just
launch into it completely naturally.

	Well, anyway, at least I didn't have to worry about grabbing
more girls for a while; Lynn would probably more than take care of
that for me. It was time to put another plan into action.

	"Master," Susan's voice drifted up to me, "my little whore
pussy is just aching for some thick Master cock... "

	Well, maybe it would be time later...