Jennifer giggled uncontrollably. "First on the left." Rick carried Jennifer in and deposited her on the edge of the bed. She unbuttoned his shirt while he unzipped his pants. His clothes fell away and she lay back on the bed, Rick crawling on top of her.

Rick unwrapped the towel, exposing Jennifer's nubile body. Drops of water clung to her skin. Rick softly, slowly licked her stomach, drinking up the beads, which shimmered as Jennifer's stomach rose and fell with her breathing. "Oh, honey, honey... that feels so goooood..."

Rick slowly traced a curving path down her stomach, past her navel, to the top of her bush. He moved down to her clitoris, flicking it gently with his tongue. Jennifer groaned at each contact. "Oh, God, Rick, do it... please do it..."

Rick pulled himself up until he was lying over her, their eyes locking in anticipation. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too." Rick entered her gently, causing her to gasp in pleasure.

"Oh, God, honey... yes... please..." Rick slowly began to move, savoring every little gasp Jennifer gave, every groan of pleasure. God, he loved her. His lips met hers, tenderly caressing.

They climaxed together, holding onto each other like they were the last two human beings on Earth. When they had ridden the wave of pleasure together, Rick slid out and lay down next to Jennifer. They looked into each other's eyes and saw contentment. Bliss.

Candace paced around the living room of her apartment, her entire body tense. Something was wrong. What? Three days ago, she'd woken up in the morning, unable to remember what had happened the previous night. Or the day before it. Or the month before that. She'd stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom, finding some odd items lying on the floor.

A pink halter top, a couple sizes too small for her. That sort of floozy item was hardly her style anyway. There was something sticky staining the neckline. She sniffed at it. The smell was familiar, but she couldn't place it.

A black patent-leather miniskirt, obscenely short, with a zipper on one side. It smelled like... like... like she did after masturbating.

A pair of bright red pumps with impossibly long heels - five inches! The heels were sharp spikes. Candace realized upon inspecting the heels that her ankles felt funny - stretched, almost. With a mounting dread, she slipped the heels on and stood. She didn't lose her balance and topple to the floor - to her alarm. Her body knew how to stand in these heels. Even more alarming was the fact that her ankles felt more comfortable in the shoes. She had read about women's tendons shortening if they spent too much time in high heels - had even written about it for the magazine. Jesus, what had she done?

A pair of lage silver hoops lay on the counter. Earrings. Candace raised a hand to her earlobe, knowing what she would find. A puncture. She had had her ears pierced.

Candace took several deep breaths to calm herself. She realized that she was naked. She needed to get dressed, drink some coffee, take stock of the situation. She walked out of the bathroom to her closet to find something to wear. Opening the closet, she stifled a gasp. The closet was filled with clothes. Lace bustiers, mesh bodysuits, leather boots... Oh, God!

Candace ran to the phone. Only when she got there did she realize that she still had the heels on. So her body knew how to move in them. Just one more fact pointing in an ugly direction. She flipped through her address book. Several years ago, she had done a story on women in police work. She still had contacts. She dialed.

"Forensics. Nikki Harper."

"Nikki, this is Candace Cunningham."

"Hey, Candace. What's up?"

"Listen, I need a favor, Nikki. Discreetly." She'd followed Nikki's instructions to the letter, and FedExed the materials to her. Nikki had called back two days later, informing her that she had not been raped, or that if she had, the rapist had not ejaculated inside her. The semen on the halter top belonged to a man (No shit, Candace had thought), probably a Caucasian in his twenties or thirties. Nikki had been unable to find a match in the national database of sex offenders.

Which left Candace with nothing. Clearly, some tramp had been living in her apartment, wearing those clothes and being ejaculated on. It also seemed pretty clear that she had been the tramp. Candace shuddered at the idea. Repugnant. She'd found some whitish residue in spots on her bedroom carpet. Semen, likely.

She'd taken a few days off from work to collect herself. She'd held off on calling the police. The idea of calling in men to find out what had happened repulsed her. She wanted to track down the bastard herself.

Candace flopped down in resignation and shuffled through the day's mail. Her paycheck. (At least she'd been working over the last month.) A phone bill. A whole foods catalog.

A phone bill. Candace tore it open eagerly. Sure enough, the second page contained a list of all the numbers she'd called in the last month. This was an optional feature the phone company offered. She'd taken it, as a precaution against forgetting an important number. Now it was going to pay off.

Candace scanned the list, identifying the numbers she didn't recognize - three of them. She fired up her computer and used a nationwide address-book CD-ROM to eliminate two of them - a bookstore and the local "natural foods" grocery store. The final number belonged to a Logan, Richard W.

Candace stared at the name for a full minute. Richard Logan. Something seemed familiar about the name. Rick Logan. More familiar. The CD-ROM gave his address. It was time to pay Mr. Logan a visit.

For the third time in as many minutes, Candace changed stations on the radio of her rental car. Damn, this was boring. She kept her eyes glued to the front door of the house across the street, but her mind wandered. She'd been waiting for five hours for this Logan asshole to get home. It was ten o'clock now.

Likely he was out of town. What if he didn't live here anymore? How would she find out? Candace had seen the mail delivered earlier that day; she could always check the mailbox. Earlier in the day, there had been too much chance of getting spotted. Now, though, it was dark. No one was likely to see.

Her train of thought was interrupted by a car pulling into the driveway. Candace lifted a pair of binoculars to her eyes, examining the car. The driver was a woman, with a male passenger. The man got out, his face hidden from Candace's view as he walked slowly around to the driver's window. He bent over, kissing her deeply. The man's frame, his walk, were familiar.

The kiss broke and the man stood up. The car backed out of the driveway and the man turned to watch it go. His face was illuminated in the glare of the streetlights. It was him.

Memories flooded into Candace's mind, causing her to tremble. The binoculars feel from her hands. She'd been hoping against hope that she hadn't done what all the evidence seemed to point to. But she had. The memories were back. Dammit. That bastard. Manipulating her like that. He wouldn't get away with that. She'd hurt him.

She'd make him pay.

Rick pulled up to Jennifer's apartment. He adjusted his tie carefully in the mirror before leaving the car. Everything had to be perfect tonight. He patted the pocket of his coat, feeling the bulge of the engagement ring. He knew he should have no reason to be nervous. Of course Jennifer would marry him. But still, he was jittery.

The door was ajar. And Jennifer was usually very energy-conscious. Rick pushed it open, knocking as he came. "Honey? I'm here!" At the lack of a response, Rick stepped into the living room. "Jen? Jen? It's me!"

Rick caught a glimpse through the half-open bedroom door of her leg and foot in an elegant dress shoe through the half-open bedroom door. "Honey? Are you all right?" He pushed the door open and stepped in.

His eyes bulged. Jennifer sat in the chair, dressed in a fancy evening gown. Her head hung limply on one shoulder and a river of blood flowed from a gash in her neck down the front of the dress to a pool on the floor.

"Oh, God, no, no, no," Rick muttered as he raced forward. He placed his fingers on the side of her neck, searching desperately for a pulse. Nothing. He shifted his hand desperately. Somewhere, somewhere. She had to still be alive. She couldn't be dead yet.

"Hello, Rick," came a familiar voice behind him. Rick spun around in fear. But the carpet was slick with Jennifer's blood; Rick's shoe slipped and he fell on his hip. He saw Candace standing above him, a bloody knife in her hand. She started to move toward him, knife raised, but checked herself. "Looks like you won't be able to play with your newest little toy tonight." Rick's rage boiled inside him. "You bitch!" he screamed. "She did nothing to you!"

"No, but she meant something to you. I thought you should feel some pain before I killed you. Good-bye, Rick." She took a step forward, brandishing the knife, and stopped. Her face twisted, as though she was struggling with something. "Let me make it clear to you exactly what you put me through..." she began.

Rick spun on his hip, his foot lashing out at Candace's ankle. There was a solid thunk of connection, and Candace tumbled onto the floor. Rick scrambled desperately to his feet, his shoes sliding on the blood-slickened floor. He reached his feet only to find that Candace had regained hers and was again brandishing the knife at him. She lifted it swiftly, as though to stab him. Rick cowered, but Candace stopped in mid-swing. The same twisted look of conflict crossed her face again. "You're going to listen to what I have to say, Rick..."

Suddenly Rick's terror-fogged brain understood. The post-hypnotic suggestion he'd given her protected him. "You can't hurt me."

Candace laughed in what appeared to be genuine amusement. "Of course I can, Rick."

"Then do it."

She froze for several seconds before speaking. "Not just yet. I want you to understand..."

"Kill me," Rick stated calmly.

Candace stood still, her face quivering.

"Kill me, bitch!" Rick screamed. Candace remained motionless.

Rick climbed slowly to his feet. Candace watched, her expression becoming one of panic. Rick stepped in front of her, calmly prying the knife from her grasp. He threw it across the room. "You goddamn fucking bitch!" he screamed, slapping Candace hard in the jaw. The blow sent her reeling across the room, stumbling. Rick walked over, grabbing the stunned woman and hurling her into the wall. "I left you the way you were. You should have been happy with it," he snarled.

"You... you bastard," she whimpered. Rick slapped her again, but she continued. "You used me... you made me into... into..."

"Into a slut?" Rick asked. "I sure did, bitch," he yelled, slapping her again as he spoke the word "bitch". "I spent two months taking you out to dinner every weekend, buying you food at those disgusting vegetarian restaurants, putting up with your talk about how persecuted women were. And what did I get in return? Nothing. Not a single fucking kiss." Candace had struggled back to a standing position now. Rick hit her again, causing her to fall to the floor before continuing his tirade.

"Yeah, I made you into a slut. You were a good little slut, too, prancing around on those heels, pouting your lips, wearing tight clothes. You looked like a cock-hungry whore. You were always eager to take my cock in your mouth and my jism on your face." Tears were streaming down Candace's face now. She had stopped struggling and curled up in a fetal position on the floor. "But you know what?" Rick asked. "I never fucked you. Never. I guess it was a mistake. A bitch like you needed a good fucking."

Rick suddenly became aware of his erection. Half of him felt shame, but the other half was horny. The dark half won. "Well, now you're going to get fucked, bitch," he growled, sinking to his knees. Candace shrieked in terror and tried to stand, but Rick grabbed her arm and yanked her back to the floor. His anger consumed him and gave him superhuman strength, and the posthypnotic suggestion he'd given to Candace kept her from trying to hurt him back. She was powerless to resist him. A part of his mind shouted that what he was about to do was wrong, but it was drowned out by the torrent of rage flowing through his mind. "No... no... please..." Candace pleaded.

"Shut up, bitch." Rick manhandled Candace, positioning her facedown in front of him. He picked up the knife lying next to him on the floor and used it to cut open Candace's jeans, revealing her white cotton panties. He pulled at the panties, tearing them easily away from her pussy. Dry. Good. He wanted her in pain.

Rick reached out to grab her crotch, squeezing hard. He felt her shudder at his touch. "You're going to get it now, bitch. The good hard fucking you've always needed." Rick unzipped his pants, his erect cock springing out to point at Candace.

She lifted her head enough to catch sight of it, and began to scramble desperately away from him. Rick's hands shot out, easily grabbing hold of her hips, lifting them up to place her ass in front of his crotch. One knee was sufficient to pry her legs apart, spreading her cunt wide. The cunt he'd lusted after for so long.

Rick slammed his hips forward brutally, impaling the screaming bitch on his monster erection. His cock hurt at the dry entry, but he knew she was in far greater pain. Candace continued to struggle ineffectively, pinned by Rick's shaft.

Rick waited until Candace's scream had dwindled to a low whimper before moving. She shrieked as he slowly pulled his cock halfway out, feeling the rawness of her dry pussy. He then slammed it back in, his cockhead touching her cervix. Candace screamed again. "Take it, you bitch! Feel my prick in your cunt!" She continued to strain against his grasp, unable to escape. "This is what it feels like to get fucked by a MAN!"

Rick continued to rape her brutally. After several strokes, he felt a wetness on his cock. Maybe the bitch was starting to enjoy it, he thought. He picked up the pace of his motion. One hand moved forward to grab the slut's neck, shoving her face brutally to the floor.

Candace kept fighting, but with her ass in the air, her cunt impaled on Rick's cock, and her face being mashed into the floor by Rick's hand, she had nowhere to go. After a minute, her struggles subsided. Rick laughed out loud when he heard her start to groan in time with his thrusts. "You're just like any other bitch, Candace. All that talk about a woman's struggle for equality, about male domination of culture, about deep-rooted sexism is all fine and good when you're dressed."

"But once you're naked on the floor with a cock up your cunt, you're just like any other bitch. All you want is to be fucked. I guess women really are all whores." Candace didn't reply, except to begin thrusting back at his cock with her hips.

Rick was hysterical; his mortification at Jennifer's death had been subsumed into rage against Candace. A rage that he was now venting most effectively. He almost believed that if he raped Candace hard enough, it would somehow bring Jennifer back. He knew it was ludicrous, and yet he somehow believed.

Rick felt Candace's cunt squeezing him tight. And the bitch had tried to pretend she hadn't wanted it! "Slut! Bitch! Whore!" Rick screamed. He slammed his cock forward one last time and felt wads of come explode from its head. Candace whimpered as her cunt filled with Rick's jism.

It overflowed, and sticky lines of come dripped from her pussy to the floor below. Rick gloried in the feeling of power over this bitch. He should've shoved his cock up her snatch a long time ago.

Rick withdrew his cock, its exit from Candace's pussy occuring with an audible pop. Candace slumped unconscious to the floor. Rick collapsed beside her, drained of all his stamina. He felt delirious with power. He'd shown that stupid cunt who was the boss.

He looked down at her unconscious body where it lay next to him, legs spread, come dripping from her cunt. Bitch. He looked up and across the room, to where Jennifer still sat in the chair, head lolling on one shoulder, mouth open, eyes vacant, throat slit. Still dead.

Rick began to cry. A few tears turned quickly into loud sobs wracking his body. His face puffy and red, Rick began to pound the floor in misery. "Dammit!... Dammit!... Dammit!..." He sat there, crying and cursing himself.

He was still doing it ten minutes later when the police arrived.

Candace awoke to find herself lying on a soft but firm surface that bumped occasionally. Her vision was a blur. Dark shapes moved against a light background above her. She tried to sit up, but found herself restrained by straps around her midesction.

"Easy... easy..." came a woman's voice. "You're all right, Ms. Cunningham. Everything's fine." Suddenly the world snapped, and everything was clear. A uniformed policewoman was speaking. Two men in white uniforms watched her, fiddling with various pieces of medical equipment. With a start, Candace realized she was in the back of an ambulance.

"You're safe now, Ms. Cunningham," the policewoman was saying. "The man who raped you is in custody now, and he'll be in prison soon. We got a sample of sperm from you, and that'll be enough evidence to nail the bastard."

Candace's mind was reeling. "But... but... what about..." She tried to sit up again, but the restraints held her.

The policewoman's face took on a downcast expression. "The medics weren't able to save your friend, Ms. Cunningham. I'm sorry."

"Fr... Friend?"

"Ms. Cipriani? Jennifer Cipriani? Don't worry, we'll get him for that, too. His fingerprints are on the knife. The bastard's going to get life, at least."

Candace blinked a few times before her dizzy mind sorted it out. Rick had used the knife to cut... They thought... Candace began to laugh.

The medics exchanged worried glances, obviously thinking she had gone hysterical. That made her laugh even harder. One of them quickly stabbed a syringe into her arm.

As the tranquilizer seeped through her body, Candace relished her victory. She certainly hadn't planned to come out of this alive. She hadn't even been thinking about anything beyond killing Rick and his floozy.

She'd have to think up a story about what she'd been doing in the apartment, but that wouldn't be hard.

She was still laughing when she fell unconscious again.

Candace's Education ENDING THREE

"Take off your clothes, bitch."

Candace complied meekly, pulling the pink top off over her head and dropping it to the floor before reaching down to open up the skirt and let it drop to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt and stood, looking at Rick, an expression of longing on her face.

Rick leered at her body, examining it appraisingly. The realization of just how much power he had struck him for the first time. He owned this sexy creature. She wasn't a slave; she was a possession.

He reached out a hand to stroke her left tit. Her eyes closed as he rubbed his thumb across the erect nipple. He heard her breathe in and out raggedly, clearly excited by his touch. He found her tits dissatisfying. They were firm, but not as large as he would've liked.

Well, there'd be plenty of time to work on that. And other things. Right now he had something to take care of. Something final.

Candace fought to keep her balance on the heels as Rick's fingers gently caressed her breast. Not breast, she scolded herself, tit! She had to think like a slut if she was ever going to get fucked.

Rick's voice came through the haze of pleasure. "You're mine, bitch," he growled.

Yes, she thought, I'm yours. Do what you want. Just fuck me!

"You belong to me. I can use you however I want." "You... can... use... me..." she breathed, barely able to gasp out the words.

"You're my whore."

"Your... whore..."

"You're my slut."

"Slut..."

"You belong to me."

"I... belong... to... you..." she murmured as the caressing of her nipple continued. She wanted it... wanted him to use her.

"You will be used by anyone I choose in any way I choose."

"Anyone... you... choose..."

The hand on her tit withdrew, leaving an empty feeling behind. Candace opened her eyes. Her master stood in front of her, a big grin on his face. Maybe he was going to fuck her!

She looked down at his cock. It was fully erect, and larger than she had ever seen it before. Her gaze was transfixed by it. The big, round purple head, the fine network of red and blue veins latticed across its surface. She had never seen anything so beautiful.

"Get on the bed, bitch. Hands and knees."

Candace squealed in pleasure as she rushed to comply. He was going to do it. Really, this time! She got down on all fours, making sure her legs were spread well apart to display her cunt for him. She could feel its wetness. She felt her master climb up onto the bed behind her. His hands wrapped themselves around the fronts of her thighs, and she felt something come to rest against the outermost folds of her cunt.

"Say it, bitch. Repeat everything I just told you."

Candace groaned. "Fu... fuck me... please fuck me..."

"Say it, bitch," her master growled menacingly.

"I... I'm your... your whore. Your slut. I belong to you..." She trailed off, unable to remember the rest. Her pussy tingled with lust. She tried to push her hips backwards onto his cock, but to no avail.

"You will be used," he prompted.

"I will be used by anyone you choose in any way you choose," Candace said hurriedly. "Use me... use me, master... use my cunt..." she begged.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he growled. Candace felt herself pulled backwards by his hands as he shoved forward. The cock split her pussy wide open, penetrating deep into her. Candace shrieked in pleasure at the sensation. Her awareness of herself contracted and focused on the eight inches of hard meat buried in her pussy. Nothing else mattered but the cock in her cunt.

She felt it withdraw slowly, leaving a feeling of emptiness behind it. "No... noooooo..." she groaned. "Put it innnnn... Fuck meeeee...."

"Time for a lesson, bitch. A woman can use the word 'me'. You're not a woman. You're a bitch. You're my bitch. You have to refer to yourself as such. Now beg me to fuck my bitch."

Candace swallowed. The last vestiges of her feminist pride screamed in protest. But his cock felt so good. "Fu... fuck your... b-bitch."

"Very good, bitch." The cock re-entered her forcefully, causing her pussy to tingle with delight. Candace groaned as she felt herself filled up by his manhood. She squeezed her pussy tightly around his shaft, hoping to hold it inside her. But once again, it withdrew slowly, taking with it the pleasure it had brought. "Noooo... fuck..." She paused on the verge of saying "me" before remembering the correct form. "Fuck... your bitch."

"Good. My bitch is learning. But there are other names for a bitch. Let's see if she can find another one."

Candace needed no time. "Fuck your slut, master!" she cried.

"What a good little slut," her master said in a soothing tone, much as one would use when praising a pet. His prick rammed into her snatch once again, bringing the welcome wave of pleasure. Candace moaned in delight. Again, she tried to hold his cock inside her cunt, but it slipped out.

"Let's see if the clever slut can come up with a new name for herself."

"Fuck your whore, master!" Candace yelled. She was rewarded immediately by a sharp thrust of her master's cock. But it was only seconds later that it withdrew. Candace searched her brain for another degrading name to use.

"Fuck your tramp, master!" Another thrust and withdrawal. "Fuck your sex slave, master!" Again her master's cock parted her. She thought furiously, desperate to keep the pleasure-filled fucking continuing. "Fuck your sex doll!"

She was dimly aware of a chuckle in the background, but it was lost against her grunt of pleasure as she was impaled again on his shaft. "Fuck your... your bitch!" she screamed as he withdrew again, realizing her mistake too late.

"I'm afraid you've already used that one, slut. Why don't you try using your name?"

"Fuck Candace!" she screamed eagerly, craving another thrust. But it didn't come.

"Ooooh, no, that won't do," he said in a regretful tone. "Candace is pretty name, but it's a woman's name. If you go around calling yourself Candace, people will think you're a woman, and expect you to do all sorts of things, like thinking, and making your own decisions, and talking about important things. What you need is a name that lets everyone know that you're just a slut and a whore, so that people will only expect you to get fucked. So you shouldn't be named Candace. But maybe something like Candace..."

"Candi!" she squealed, "Candi! Fuck Candi, master!"

Her cleverness was rewarded by another thrust, penetrating her so deeply that she felt the head of his cock touch her cervix. Then, as before, her master withdrew, but this time he re-entered her forcefully. Stroke followed stroke, each more powerful and more satisfying than the last. Candi grunted in time with her master's penetrations, thrusting her hips back at him to draw him in as deeply as possible, trying to squeeze her cunt tight around him. She felt an orgasm building within her.

Just then her master paused with the head of his cock just barely inside her pussy lips. "What is your name, bitch?"

"C-Candi, master." "And what are you?"

"I'm your bitch, I'm your whore, I'm your slut, master."

Candi screamed in pleasure as he re-entered her, his cock rapidly pistoning in and out of her juicy wet snatch. Her master's hands roughly grabbed her tits, pulling her even harder onto his prick. The pain only registered dimly; her consciousness was focused on the thick slab of meat in her pussy. "Fuck... Fuck..." she murmured, "Fuck Candi..."

She climaxed violently, her pussy spasming around her master's cock. In that moment, she wanted nothing in life but to be fucked over and over again, by this cock or by any other. Where before she would have recoiled at the thought of being a slut, now she gloried in it. A bitch. She just wanted to be a good, obedient little bitch.

Rick felt his cum boiling within his cock as his newly rechristened bitch thrashed through an orgasm. His jism squirted into the slut's pussy as he tightly gripped her tits. Bigger tits, he reminded himself. She needed bigger tits. Soon enough.

His semen continued to squirt, and he was lost in the ecstasy of the moment. Candi belonged to him, body and soul. The orgasm she was now experiencing had sealed her fate. She would do whatever she was told, never voicing an independent thought, living only for the feeling of a cock in her cunt.

He knew he could never go back to Jennifer. A woman could never satisfy him. In fact, he wouldn't even find a woman interesting anymore. Not when he could have a hot bitch like Candi for his very own.

Rick's cock squirted a few final strands of come into Candi's snatch and fell still. Rick withdrew it with an audible pop, watching a few strands of ropy cum stringing between it and Candi's cunt. "Clean off my cock, slave," he commanded. Candi turned around and took Rick's cock into her mouth, slurping hungrily at it.

Rick smiled. This bitch was going to be easy to train, if the lesson he'd just given her was any indication. He'd reinforce the training with the hypnosis drug, just to be safe, but it seemed redundant.

And Candi wouldn't be his only bitch. That was for certain. He'd need to somehow maintain his supply of the drug, but aside from that there were no limits to what he could do. In short order, he could have a whole bevy of foxy sluts doing whatever he wanted. There were no women in the world, only potential bitches. Rick grinned at the thought.

He was startled to discover that Candi wasn't just cleaning his cock off.

Her tongue was swirling back and forth around his cock, tickling his glans. She began to pump her head up and down on his cock.

Rick groaned in pleasure as he felt his third orgasm of the night begin to build. "Does my bitch want to get fucked again?" he asked.

She withdrew her head long enough to plead. "Oh, please, master, fuck Candi's cunt with your long, hard cock."

Rick put his plans on hold for the rest of the night. Right now there was a bitch to be used.

Five Years Later ----------------

Rick leaned back in the plush chair, enjoying the sensation of his bitch sucking at his cock. In the five years he'd owned her, she'd developed quite a proficiency for cocksucking. He reached out and rested one hand gently on the slut's head, feeling it slide up and down on his cock. She looked up at him, eyes peering out from under slutty arched black eyebrows. Her lips shone with glossy lipstick, meticulously applied. Rick made it clear to his bitches that appearance was important.

Rick looked up and gazed out of the window of his private enclosed box onto the floor of the most exclusive gentleman's club in the world. A number of very rich men sat at tables chatting, drinking, and watching.

All around them were some of the most beautiful, the sexiest, and the best-trained women in the world. The girls served drinks to the men. The girls were more than happy to sit and talk to the men, and were always very attentive listeners.

The girls sat on the men's laps and allowed their bodies to be fondled. The girls squeezed the men's crotches playfully.

And when the time was right, the girls followed the men into one of the private rooms in the back of the club and kneeled to suck a cock or lay down and spread their legs to get fucked.

This, Rick thought to himself for the umpteenth time, was the way the world should be. Hot bitches waiting on the pleasure of men.

Rick reached down and pushed the bitch off his cock. "Sit on my lap, slut," Rick commanded.

"Yes, master," she responded in the sexy cooing voice she'd learned. She rose and lay her sleek, tanned legs across his, setting her pert ass down on his crotch. She reached down and began to play with his cock. Rick idly fondled her left tit with one hand while taking a sip from his drink with the other. The whore groaned in pleasure at his touch. Her sessions under the drug were responsible for that. She had become sensitized to any attention paid to her tits.

The announcer on the club floor began to speak, his voice penetrating Rick's private booth. "And now, gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to one of our veterans, the ever-popular Candi!" Applause rose from the tables. The clientele just loved Candi.

Candi strode proudly out onto the stage, a fur coat wrapped tightly around her, concealing her entire body, save for the legs that occasionally poked out as she walked, and her gorgeous face. The applause crescendoed as the music began, a heavy-metal tune with a strong beat, and she flung open the coat to reveal a tight-fitting pink bikini.

Rick continued to fondle the bitch on his lap while watching Candi begin her dance routine. He loved doing this, sometimes even more than the sex itself. The feeling of ownership drove him wild. His gaze swept the floor again, taking in the panorama of female flesh. All of it belonged to him.

Some of the bitches down below (to the customers, they were referred to as "girls") were actively engaged with customers, chatting with them, allowing their bodies to be groped, squeezing the customers' cocks through their pants. Some merely walked the floor, serving drinks. All, however, were fully made-up, hair immaculately styled, feet encased in spiked heels, available to be fucked on a moment's notice. A slut's first duty, he told his bitches, is to look fuckable. He watched as one of his girls, a small Japanese bitch he'd named Mimi, wiggled her tits in the face of the customers on whose lap she'd been sitting for the past half-hour. Apparently this was the breaking point for the customers, who rose hurriedly from his chair, picking Mimi up and carrying her through the door into the back of the club where the private rooms were located.

On the other side, Ashley, a gorgeous blonde he'd recently acquired, served martinis to a pair of silver-haired executives. Ashley, he recalled, had been a lawyer when he'd first noticed her. Now, six months later, she was just a bitch. Rick hadn't quite finished her training yet; she would be moving from the waitressing position into an "entertainer" position in a few months.

One of the executives reached out to caress Ashley's crotch through the see-through panties she wore. Ashley responded as she'd been trained; she smiled, set her tray down, and began to rub his shoulders. If he stopped, she would pick up the tray and move on. If he continued, she would move her attention down to his crotch and unbutton her top to allow him access to her tits.

Even though she was technically a waitress, she was still available. If the executive wanted to fuck her, he'd take her into one of the private rooms and another waitress would be right along to get the tray and finish serving.

That was the first rule of Rick's club - any customer could fuck any of the girls - even a waitress.

The executive's interest increased, and Ashley was soon sitting on his lap, allowing him to play with her, smiling and laughing.

Rick could tell he was going to take her into a private room and fuck her. That would be her second today. Maybe Rick would have to accelerate her training; she was quite a popular bitch.

A customer came out of the back area. The middle-aged executive returned to a table with his buddies, where he entered an animated discussion filled with much pantomiming of sexual activity. A few minutes later, a sexy brunette, Ginger, emerged from the back. Rick had been watching closely; each of the men sitting at that table had fucked Ginger that evening. No doubt they were all comparing notes on her performance.

Ginger, for her part, must have been exhausted, but she certainly didn't show it. Her hair and makeup were immaculate, and she walked energetically across the floor on her red heels, her silicone tits thrust proudly in front of her, waiting for another customer to express interest in her. As a slut, her first duty was too look fuckable, and that didn't change just because she had been fucked by six men in a row.

She hadn't orgasmed, of course; Rick's bitches never orgasmed with customers. After all, they couldn't be expected to keep their minds on their jobs if they orgasmed right in the middle of getting fucked. Their job was to make sure that the customer got the best fuck possible.

They faked orgasms, of course - that was an important part of satisfying the customer. And satisfy they did. And they certainly enjoyed their work - Rick made sure they liked nothing better than a hard cock. But they never really orgasmed. That they did only with Rick.

Rick only had a certain amount of time, and could only bring three or four bitches to orgasm a day. Since he owned about fifty, each of them only got to come once every two weeks or so.

Most of them had to be satisfied by being fingered, since Rick obviously couldn't fuck four women in one day on a continuous basis.

Getting fucked to orgasm by her owner was a special distinction for a slut; only those that performed exceptionally well were allowed to experience it. Rick made a mental note to fuck Ginger soon. She had pulled a train of six horny businessmen, and kept her appearance flawless afterward. A slut like that deserved a reward.

The executive who'd been groping Ashley carried her into the back. She grinned happily; for a waitress to get fucked as much as she did was quite a privilege. Rick made a note to review the tape of the session she had with this guy; if she was performing up to snuff, maybe he could promote her immediately.

The guys who had just finished chain-fucking Ginger were watching raptly as Candi danced. She was out of her top now, but still wearing the fur. By now, most of those men would have their cocks up again, and Rick knew what they were going to do. This crew had a habit of getting drunk and accosting one of the girls all together.

Sure enough, Lisa walked by, her blond hair flowing behind her as her unencumbered tits bounced on her chest. She smiled at the group and began talking to them. Less than a minute later, the six guys escorted Lisa into the back, excited about the upcoming gang-bang. Lisa probably wasn't so excited, but she knew that she had to do her job if she wanted to orgasm this week.

Lisa had been Rick's third acquisition. It had been Candi's suggestion, oddly enough. Although he'd made Candi into a brainless bimbo, she had still been able to remember an annoying student intern at the magazine. She'd told Rick that Lisa would make an excellent bitch. And damn if she hadn't been right about that. Rick watched as Lisa went with the men into the back.

Rick always worried a little about gangbangs. They tended to be a little dangerous, and bitches were hard to replace. It was easy to locate a suitable bitch, and easy to train her, but hard to take possession. Still, he knew he could extract financial compensation from the men if Lisa was permanently hurt.

All of Rick's clients were carefully screened in a personal interview. Drinks were served, and if a potential customer refused the drink, Rick faked an interview and then rejected his application. Those that did drink were grilled under hypnosis about their financial situation, sexual tastes, and any friends or relatives they had in law enforcement. Once Rick was satisfied on all counts, the customer had merely to pay the $100,000 in annual dues, and he was entitled to come whenever he wanted and fuck any of the available girls. Rick had personal chats periodically with all his customer, where he made sure they only spoke of the club to potential new customer.

From time to time, a customer took a particular liking to one of the girls. The girls were allowed to date customers; the gentleman merely had to pay the club a $5,000 fee per date. The girls always said yes.

Quite often, a customer wanted to marry a girl. This was also allowed; after Rick suitably reprogrammed the bitch, the husband paid a half-million dollar finder's fee, and she left her job for a life of married bliss, now able to orgasm on her husband's cock.

A girl from Rick's club made an excellent wife; she was always obedient and accommodating toward her husband, wishing only to satisfy him sexually. She always did her best to look sexy and fuckable, bolstering her husband's reputation for sexual prowess.

Her programming left her unable to orgasm without her husband's permission, so her faithfulness was assured.

She knew that, aside from her role as a trophy, she was merely a sexual plaything for her husband, no more than a living fuck-doll, and as such she never objected to her husband fucking other women or sluts.

Most importantly, she had no objections whatsoever to her husband's continued membership in the club, or to her husband fucking other club girls, even on dates outside the club. Many of the nation's wealthiest men now had trophy wives trained by Rick. His best customer had been through no less than three wives from his club.

Not only did marriage provide Rick with extra income, it resulted in employee turnover, giving him space to recruit new bitches. Rick's annual income was well into eight figures. But it wasn't the money he loved; it was the ownership, the possession of property.

He watched Candi dancing on the stage below, wrapping her oiled tits around the pole, sliding up and down on it like it was a big cock she was fucking. Candi's tits were large and round, like a pair of melons, designed to feel heavenly when wrapped around a cock.

Rick liked to keep a wide variety of bitches in his stable. Some he gave a "natural" look, to appeal to those customer who liked a high- class fuck.

This didn't mean that these girls didn't get any modification; all of Rick's bitches were artificial to some degree, it was just that the "natural" girls had plastic surgery done on them in less obvious ways.

Alterations of minor imperfections, such as reducing a large nose, often cost more than a simple pair of large fake tits.

The classy girls were modified to meet an exacting standard of feminine beauty; any of them could easily have graced the pages of Playboy. Rick received plastic surgery services at a discount; several highly skilled surgeons were members of the club. Nonetheless, it often cost tens of thousands of dollars to prepare a single bitch for work.

Candi was not one of the classy girls; she was at the extreme opposite end of the spectrum. Her collagen-injected pouting lips and massive surgical tits appealed to those who wanted to fuck an obvious whore. Rick had taken quite a delight in turning the once-militant feminist into an extreme slut.

When Candi walked the floor, she didn't wear the high-heeled pumps of a classy slut, she wore a pair of leather knee-high "fuck-me" boots, or a pair of six-inch spiked heels. And when customers started talking to Candi, they quickly discovered that she didn't just look like a brainless bimbo.

Rick had hypnotically rendered her incapable of using words of more than two syllables, and made it impossible for her to speak more than three sentences without referring to sex.

The look and personality had proved popular with the customer; Already several had moved over to sit next to the stage, waiting for her to finish so they could have a chance to stuff their stiff cocks up her snatch. Rick had taken several other girls to the extreme like this - he looked across the club to where Crystal sat straddling a customer's lap, arching her back while he lapped eagerly at her wrecking-ball sized tits. The others had proven popular, but Candi's fan base remained undiminished.

He'd already turned down several requests from customers wanting to see her outside of the club. He knew he could charge whatever he wanted for Candi, but... she had a certain sentimental value. She'd been his first bitch, after all. While he'd been observing and reminiscing, his second bitch had succeeded in bringing his cock to a full erection. Rick looked at her face. "Does my bitch want to get fucked?"

Her face lit up with simple joy. "Oh, yes, master, your slut wants you to fuck her creamy cunt with your hard cock. Please, master, fuck Jenny!"

Rick looked into the eyes that pleaded eagerly with him. Those eyes had once shone with pure love, but now all that could be seen in them was cocklust. "Sit on my cock, whore," Rick commanded. Jenny obliged eagerly, lifting herself up, straddling Rick, and impaling her snatch on his shaft. Rick groaned.

Jennifer had been surprisingly easy to train. She had been madly in love with him, and it had been almost too easy to bend that love to his own ends. In a mere week, she had been eagerly taking his orders, completely submissive. Then he'd brought Jenny and Candy together, using them together. He remembered his first time fucking the two of them at once. What a night that had been!

Now, after some surgery, Jenny was just like any other slut -built to be fucked. Big, round tits thrust forth proudly, perfectly filling Rick's hands. Rick squeezed them, enjoying their firmness. He'd come to love fake tits. He'd gotten her the fake ones four years ago, after getting fed up with her natural boobs. Only afterwards had he realized how much he loved fake tits. So artificial. So much the sign of a slut.

Rick breathed in the smell of her hair as Jenny humped up and down on his cock. Her hair was thick and lustrous, falling in small curls across her shoulder and down her back. It had been dyed from its natural deep brown to a jet black. Rick liked the addition that made to the sluttiness of her appearance.

He groaned again as she flexed the muscles of her cunt around his cock. Rick moved his lips onto hers and began to suck. She kissed back eagerly. Five years ago, Jennifer Cipriani had kissed with a tender warmth that had set Rick's heart on fire. Now Jenny Fucktoy kissed with a lustful craving designed to set a man's cock on fire. (Rick had taken the last name from a dirty story he'd read on the Internet.)

The lips that had once been soft and tender were now larger, collagen injections having given them a permanent pout. Even when they weren't wrapped around a cock they looked like they wanted to be. Rick doubted that Jennifer's own mother would recognize the cock- craving hussy that now sat on his shaft.

"Oh, master, fuck Jenny hard. Shove your hard cock up your bitch's soft, wet cunt! Jenny wants to be fucked!"

Rick's cock felt wonderful as always. He closed his eyes. Jenny wasn't a club employee. She was Rick's personal, private bitch. The one he fucked every single day. "Tell me what you are, bitch," he growled. He enjoyed this little game.

Jenny groaned again. "Oh, master, Jenny is a dirty little slut. All Jenny wants to do is get used by her master. Jenny remembers how she used to be a woman, how she used to be her master's girlfriend." Rick stopped, his eyes snapping open. This had never happened before.

Jenny took no notice, but continued humping up and down on his cock. "Except he wasn't her master then. He was Rick." Rick's bitches were trained never to use his name. What the hell was going on?

"And... and Rick used to treat Jenny... treat Jennifer like a woman." The pace of her humping slowed, and her smile began to fade. "Rick... Rick loved Jennifer. And Jennifer... loved Rick." She stopped, her eyes still closed, but her body motionless, sitting still on Rick's cock.

They sat still, scarcely breathing. Rick's mind raced with things he hadn't thought of in years. Jennifer's sweet face - not the made-up, collagen-enhanced face of the whore on his lap right now, but the sweet, innocent face of the only woman he had ever truly loved. Why?

Why had he turned her into... this?

They sat still for several long moments. Rick realized how much he missed Jennifer. How much he wanted to see her again, hold her, talk to her, kiss her.

Make love to her. Rick cleared his throat, preparing to speak.

"But Jenny doesn't understand," she squealed just as Rick opened his mouth. "Why did Jennifer love Rick? Jenny doesn't want to be loved! Jenny just wants a hard cock in her cunt!" With that, she began to slide up and down on his cock again with furious speed.

"No, no..." she moaned. "Jenny doesn't want to be loved; Jenny just wants to be used! Please, master, use Jenny like the slut she is. Fuck Jenny hard, master. Jenny is a hot, slutty bitch!" FUCK JENNY!"

Rick's thoughts of a moment before were lost as the bitch slid up and down on his cock at breakneck speed, faster than she'd ever done before. Rick grunted and stood, cradling her in his arms, and laid her on the table in front of him. Jenny squealed in delight as Rick lifted one sleek, tan leg onto each of his shoulders and began to furiously piston his cock in and out of the sopping wet cunt before him. Rick remembered now. He remembered why he had done it. Why he'd turned Jennifer into a slut. "You cheap slut," he grunted as he shoved his cock deep inside her cunt. He'd done it because nothing could compare to this moment.

The feeling he got from fucking a bitch was better than anything else in the world. The feeling of total control. The rush of power that came from knowing that he had taken a woman, a creature with hopes, dreams, thoughts, and feelings.

And then methodically turned her into a living, breathing sex doll whose only interest in life was pleasing men, to whom the only thing of consequence in the whole world was a cock.

Once he'd done it to Candace, it had been inevitable that he'd do it to Jennifer.

Jenny writhed in ecstasy as his cock exploded, shooting jism deep into her hot cunt. Her own orgasm crested at the sensation, as it always did, and her back arched as she screamed in pleasure.

Rick watched as his come began to drip out of her cunt. Even after four years of fucking dozens of well-trained sluts, Rick still thought Jenny was the best fuck he'd ever had.

For the first time, though, it occurred to him that it was a shame to keep such a hot bitch to himself.

It was time Jenny experienced another man's cock. Not in the club, of course.

Something a little more interesting.

Candace's Education ENDING FOUR (Part One)

"Go out into the living room and lie down on the couch. Stay there until I come out for you." He saw the disappointment on her face as she turned to obey. Her leather-covered ass swayed enticingly as she walked out of the room on the spiked heels. Rick knew she wanted to be fucked. And he wanted to fuck her. But it would be wrong. It wouldn't be fair to Jennifer.

But if he didn't fuck her, and soon, he'd go crazy. He had to do something. He needed to think. And he needed to have Candace out of the room while he did it.

Rick paced around for several minutes. What the hell was he going to do? He had no choice, really.

He had to give Candace up. His love for Jennifer was far too strong to permit anything else. But if he gave up Candace, would he be able to restrain his urges? Or would he just use the drug on some other woman?

Rick sat down and was surprised to find himself on the verge of tears. He'd never been a man to be carried away by his emotions before, but suddenly it all overwhelmed him. He'd come so close to turning into some sort of manipulator. He shuddered as he realized how close he'd come to abandoning Jennifer. To forgetting what it meant to love.

He'd have to confide in Jennifer. He'd tell her everything that happened. She'd be shocked at first, he knew. But she loved him, and ultimately, she would help him survive and cope with the knowledge of what he'd almost done. Together they'd make it. It would be all right. Rick looked up to see Jennifer smiling at him.

He jumped nearly a foot off the bed, scared shitless, before he realized it was only a photograph sitting on Candace's desk. But what the hell was a picture of Jennifer doing here?

Rick walked over to the desk and picked it up. It was a framed magazine cover, from Woman's Work, the magazine Candace worked for. The cover text read "Female Dominatrixes - The Benedict Arnolds of the Feminist Revolution" And the woman on the cover was, sure enough, Jennifer Cipriani. The date on the cover was five years ago.

Curiously, the Jennifer on the cover wasn't the overweight, out-of-shape Jennifer that Rick had first known, but a shapely, fit woman that looked remarkably like her current self.

She was clad in an outfit of black leather, holding a leather riding crop in one hand. Stranger and stranger, Rick thought. Had Jennifer really been into this sort of stuff?

She wasn't facing the camera, and the shot looked unposed - like it was taken from ambush, or from a hidden camera. But there was no doubt in Rick's mind that it was Jennifer.

Rick sat down, holding the picture. What the hell did it mean? Had Jennifer once dressed like... like that? And... what had she done when she was dressed in leather?

Rick stood up again, searching the desk frantically.

Tucked away in the file drawer, he found a clipping from the magazine - a feature article.

It featured another picture of Jennifer.

BETRAYERS OF THE FEMINIST REVOLUTION WOMEN WHO DOMINATE WOMEN by Candace Cunningham

When most free-minded women think of the enemies of their gender, they think of men. And why not? Even in the "modern" world, men attempt to confine women to domestic service and deny them equal pay when they do make it into the working world.

Surprisingly, though, many women are being degraded in much more thorough ways by other women.

These women are known by many names - mistresses, dominatrixes, disciplinarians. But they all share a common thread -they get their kicks from dominating other women.

By day, Jennifer Cipriani is a sales manger at a large electronics firm in Los Angeles. She spends her work day fetching coffee, answering phones, and typing reports for her boss.

When Jennifer is done serving as an ornament of power for her boss, however, she doesn't always head straight home. Instead, she often stops off at an exclusive club where members engage in dominance and submission "fantasies."

Such episodes provide Jennifer with a wealth of women to order around, and she uses them to satisfy her every sexual craving. A confirmed lesbian, Jennifer experiences several orgasms a day in the course of humiliating her subjects.

These women are lured into the club by the dubious promise that they will receive some sort of emotional catharsis from the domination. Although they all claim to enjoy participating in these episodes with Jennifer and the other "mistresses", it must be wondered whether...

Rick skimmed the rest of the article. It was page after page of drivel, making Jennifer out to be some sort of psychopath. Rick had heard of these sorts of clubs; from what he'd read in the mainstream press, though, all those who participated did so of their own free will. The dominance was nothing more than an elaborately-staged game designed for the enjoyment of all. Candace seemed to have worked herself into a fit over it, since it apparently offended her prudish sensibilities. Odd, for an ardent feminist.

Attached to the back was another clipping, from an issue several months later. It was a short piece describing how the "psychopathic harlot" Jennifer Cipriani had been forced to quit her job after Candace's expose had found its way into the hands of her boss, who said she had "disgraced the company." This piece had clearly also been written by Candace, and it had a sort of gloating air about it.

Rick sat down in shock. Jennifer had never told him about any of this. She had seemed like such a sweet, innocent young woman. Who could have known she was into dominance games? This was weird. Too weird. He thought he loved her, but he hadn't known about this...

... and she didn't know that he had been training a woman to be his sex slave. Guilt washed over him. What sort of hypocrite would he have been to reject her? She was still a sweet, caring, beautiful woman, even if she occasionally dressed up in leather and played out fantasies with other women. Even if she was... Well, she couldn't be a lesbian.

Rick knew women could fake orgasms, but not as many as Jennifer had had with him. She could be bisexual. Fine, fine, he thought. He still loved her, even if she did enjoy sexual domination of other women.

Other women.

It couldn't work.

Could it? He had to try. He couldn't give up Candace, could he? This was the only way.

Rick carried the framed cover out into the living room, where Candace was lying on the bed. He sat next to her. "Candace?"

She looked up at him. "Yes, master?" The dilation of her pupils let him know she was under the full influence of the drug.

He showed her the picture. "Do you recognize this woman?"

"Yes, master."

"Who is she?"

"Some dominatrix bitch I exposed a few years ago."

"I see. Why did you do that?"

"She was using other women for her own pleasure."

"Were those other women enjoying it?"

"No."

"How do you know?"

A pause. "Well, they couldn't have been. Just being used."

"Do you want to be used?"

A longer pause. "Yes."

"By who?"

"You, master. I want you to use me." "Well, maybe those women wanted to be used. Isn't that possible?"

She paused, thinking. "Yes, it's... it's possible."

"So maybe you ruined her life for no good reason at all."

"Ye... yes, I sup... suppose that's possible."

"You really want to be used, don't you?"

"Yes, master."

"What if she used you? Wouldn't you enjoy that. Maybe just as much as you would enjoy being used by me?"

"May... maybe."

"What if she were your mistress?"

Rick watched Jennifer from across the table as she wolfed down her meal. He'd taken her out to the most elegant restuarant in town, and the meal was costing him several hundred dollars.

She was loving it. She was devastatingly beautiful in a black satin dress, and her eyes danced with mischievous fire. Rick couldn't believe how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful creature.

They finished the meal and began dessert, gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Rick knew that Jennifer was expecting him to propose tonight. He wasn't going to.

He had gone shopping and bought the ring, but he couldn't give it to her yet. He had to give her something else first. He hoped she would accept it. They finished dessert. Rick reached across the table to grasp Jennifer's hand. "Honey, I have something very special I'd like to give you tonight. A gift. It's back at my place."

Jennifer smiled. "Well, let's go, Romeo," she whispered.

Candace's hair, bleached to a yellowy blonde color, was done up loosely behind her head, a few curly locks falling lightly to her shoulders. Her eyebrows, highlighted with a dark pencil and plucked into thin lines, arched invitingly above her glistening eyes. Her lips shone with a glossy pink lipstick. Her breasts strained against a white mesh halter-top, while her long, smoothly-tanned legs were enveloped by a black patent- leather miniskirt and knee-high red leather "fuck-me" boots. A white faux-pearl necklace and a pair of glittering, dangling earrings completed the sex-toy look.

Candace looked at Jennifer for a second before her shining lips slowly parted. "Mistress..."

Jennifer's face lit up with delight. An almost girlish grin of glee spread across her face as she took in the sight before her. Half a second later, though, she turned to Rick in surprise, a worried look on her pretty face. "But... Rick... what... what is she..." she sputtered in protest.

Rick silenced her with a finger on her lips. "Shhh, honey, it's all right. She's for you. A gift. She'll acknowledge you as her mistress."

Jennifer was silent for several seconds, staring at Rick, flustered. "But... but... How did you kn-know?"

"I saw the article. I know you were embarrassed about it, but... I thought you'd like this. If you don't, I can..."

"No, Rick. I do like it." She turned to look briefly at Candace, then turned back. "She's beautiful. I love you, Rick." She smiled, then walked toward Candace. "What is your name, slave?"

"Candace, mistress," came the somewhat stiff response.

"I see, slave." Jennifer reached out to gently rub Candace's right nipple through the halter top. Candace's eyes closed and her breathing became a bit more rapid. "Does it excite you when I do this, slave?" Jennifer inquired coyly.

"Y-yes, mistress," Candace responded, her chest heaving.

"How many mistresses have you had before me?" Jennifer asked.

"N-none, mistress."

Jennifer's eyebrows arched in an expression of interest. "So... a first-time slave. Well, well." Her fingers continued to fondle Candace's nipple, gently kneading the flesh through the tight, thin fabric.

Rick found it a little awkward to watch Jennifer toying with Candace so easily. What was disturbing him was how easily the sweet, demure Jennifer he knew had slipped so easily into the dominating role.

Of course, to Jennifer this was really only play-acting. The "slaves" she dealt with were, in reality, freely-consenting women fulfilling their own needs and desires. It was only a matter of time until Jennifer realized just how different Candace was from the usual slave. Rick was worried about how she might react when she discovered the truth.

Rick watched as Jennifer leaned forward and planted a kiss on Candace's lips. Candace hesitated for a second before responding, but jumped in with eagerness. The kiss lasted half a minute, with Candace awkwardly resting her hands on Jennifer's shoulders while Jennifer cupped her slave's breasts and fondled her nipples.

Rick caught a glimpse of their tongues darting around each other as Jennifer reached downward to slip a hand under the waist of Candace's skirt. Candace moaned at the contact, grinding her crotch against Jennifer's hand.

Rick felt his cock straining against his jeans as he watched the two sexy women grinding their bodies against each other. Awkward or not, this was hot!

Jennifer backed up to the bed and leaned her ass against the footrest. "Come here, slave," she commanded, gesturing at a spot on the floor in front of her.

"Yes, mistress," Candace responded, obediently shuffling over and kneeling in front of Jennifer.

Jennifer lifted her dress, revealing the moist wet cotton of her panties. "Pull down my panties, slave."

Candace slowly lifted her right arm, causing the three plastic bracelets encircling it to jangle noisily. Hesitantly, her long red fingernails slid over the top of Jennifer's panties. The nails were press-ons; Candace hadn't yet had time to grow the inch-long talons of a true slut. Candace drew in a breath as she pulled the panties down, revealing Jennifer's soft mound.

"Have you ever licked another woman's pussy, before, slave?" Jennifer asked.

"N-no, mistress." Candace's eyes were locked in wonder on the soft pink lips of Jennifer's vulva.

"Well, now's the time to learn, isn't it, bitch?"

Candace looked up at Jennifer, trembling with either fear or lust. Rick couldn't be sure which. "Y-yes, mistress."

"Lick my pussy, slut," Jennifer commanded her new slave.

Rick watched in fascination as Candace's tongue slowly snaked out to make contact with Jennifer's labia. Jennifer moaned in pleasure as Candace tickled her pussy lips, gently stroking up and down as I'd instructed her. Jennifer inched her hips forward to meet Candace's probing tongue. Her eyes closed and her hands came to rest in Candace's blonde hair. Jennifer's hips began to thrust gently into Candace's face as she grunted in pleasure.

Jennifer's eyes opened and she turned her head to face Rick, a giddy smile on her lips. "She's wonderful, Rick. Inexperienced, but she's really into it. Where the hell did you find her? How much are you paying her for this?"

Rick decided to be selective about which questions he answered. "Honey, you know it's rude to ask the price of a gift." He feigned an air of amusement, but he was trembling. He couldn't stall much longer. She was going to figure it out soon.

"I'm sorry, honey, I was just wondering how you got a novice submissive to agree to do this for me. I mean, she clearly hasn't given cunnilingus before. Oh, God... but she sure is learning fast!" Jennifer closed her eyes again and squeezed Candace's head into her crotch. Her moans grew louder and became words. "Oh, yeah... that's it, bitch, lick your mistress's sweet pussy... oh, yes... yessss... oh, God!" Jennifer's back arched as she orgasmed, her hips thrusting furiously into Candace's face. She screamed through the orgasm as Candace continued to lick at her pussy and clitoris. After a minute, her breathing subsided and she relaxed her grip on Candace's head. Candace looked up at her.

"Very good, slave," Jennifer said in between pants. "So tell me, how long will you be my slave?"

Candace looked up at her uncomprehendingly. "Mistress?"

Jennifer looked at Rick. "How long, honey?"

Rick gulped. "As long as you want."

"That's sweet of you to say, honey, but sooner or later she's going to want to try someone else. How long has she agreed to for now?"

"She... she hasn't agreed to anything."

"What? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Look at her." Jennifer looked down at Candace, who looked up from between her legs like a puppy. "Don't you recognize her?"

Suddenly comprehension dawned on Jennifer's face, followed quickly by anger.

"You bitch!" she screamed, slapping Candace forcefully. Candace fell onto her back, reeling from the force of the blow.

Jennifer walked toward her, hands balled into fists. Rick rushed forward to restrain her. "You filthy bitch!" she screamed, straining against Rick's arms. "You ruined my career, you slut!"

"Shh... Honey, she's not like that anymore. She's changed." Jennifer slowly relaxed and looked at him, still puzzled. "Don't hurt her. She can't fight back. She just wants to please you."

Candace looked up from the floor, frightened. "M-mistress?"

Jennifer glared at her for a long moment, then glanced at Rick, and then turned back at Candace. "All right, come over here and stand up. I won't hurt you." Candace complied meekly. Jennifer contemplated her silently.c Rick's stomach did somersaults as he waited for Jennifer to speak.

"How did she get... changed? Get to be like this?"

Rick spoke carefully. "She was trained."

"And who trained her?"

"I did."

"For me?"

"For you."

Jennifer remained silent, her mouth a hard line, looking up and down Candace's body.

"Do you know how to suck cock, slave?" she asked, voice flat.

"Yes, mistress."

"Did your master teach you to suck cock?" Rick's nerves went on edge at the question. Did she like it or not?

"Yes, mistress."

Jennifer was silent again for a moment. "Suck your master's cock, bitch," she commanded.

"Yes, mistress," Candace responded meekly. She moved in front of Rick, falling to her knees. Her hands went swiftly to Rick's fly, releasing his rock-hard cock. Rick was still nervous about Jennifer, but the thrilling sensation of Candace's well- practiced lips on his cockhead was overwhelming. He closed his eyes, groaning in pleasure.

Suddenly, he felt a soft pair of lips on his. Jennifer's lips. They kissed passionately, with a heat Rick had never felt before. They parted. "I love her, Rick. She's wonderful. And I love you."

Rick looked down to see Jennifer's crotch mashed against the back of Candace's head, her thighs gripping the sides of the whore's neck and pushing her head up and down on Rick's cock. Jennifer kissed him again. Rick's hands went to Jennifer's soft breasts, and she let out a sensuous groan. "Oh, honey..." she moaned. Rick felt the slut's mouth sliding faster up and down on his shaft. "Come on, bitch," Jennifer said, looking down at the mass of blond hair in front of her. "Suck your master's cock."

Candace didn't resist, allowing her mistress to use her as a tool to satisfy her master. She found it unpleasant to be used this way, but it was her duty. She didn't want to displease her new mistress.

She felt her master's cock begin to throb as he built toward orgasm. "I'm coming, honey," she heard him groan. She tried to pull her head back so that she could take her master's come on her face, but found that she couldn't. Her mistress's legs held her head firm, her mouth impaled on the long, hard, pulsing cock. She tried harder to move, but it was impossible. She panicked as she realized what was going to happen. When her master came... A spurt of warm fluid gushed into Candace's mouth. She choked on it, coughing, struggling to break free. Another followed it quickly. "Swallow it, bitch!" her mistress yelled. She tried to suppress her reflexes and swallow, but it was so hard. Spurt after spurt of hot, salty come flowed into her mouth. Some went down her throat, but some wouldn't go. Sperm escaped from the corners of her mouth and dribbled onto her chin. All the while, her mistress kept her head firmly in place.

At last, her master's orgasm ebbed, and her body relaxed. The pressure on her neck was removed as she was released from the viselike grip of her mistress's thighs. Candace slumped to the floor, exhausted.

This was greeted with a forceful kick from her mistress, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to let her know she'd done something wrong. "Clean off your master's cock, bitch!" Candace quickly rose to a kneeling position and hurriedly began licking her master's cock. Mustn't disappoint the mistress...

"Was it good, honey?" Jennifer asked demurely. "Did you like it that I used her to fuck you?"

"Well, it wasn't as good as what you use to fuck me, but it was good..."

"Liar," Jennifer said, smiling. "I think our little Candace here has never taken it down her throat before. Did you ever teach her that?"

"No. Must've slipped my mind."

"Well, that's something to work on. She seems to be doing a decent job cleaning you off." Indeed, Rick's cock shone with Candace's saliva. The come had been removed.

"That's good enough, slut. Come here." Candace stood up and turned to face Jennifer, her eyes staring meekly at the floor. "Candace?" Jennifer asked.

"Yes, mistress?"

"Do you know who I am?"

"Y-yes. You're my m-mistress." Rick knew that Candace did recognize Jennifer, but she was trying to avoid the subject.

"But you and I met before I became your mistress, didn't we, bitch?"

"Y-yes, mistress. I wr-wrote a story about you..."

"Yes, you did. It was a bad story, Candace," Jennifer said scoldingly.

"Yes, mistress."

"A lot of bad things happened to me after you wrote that story."

"Yes, mistress."

"It ruined my life, bitch. I lost my job, and I became very unhappy. Very unhappy. If I hadn't met your master I'd still be very unhappy." Jennifer paused to look at Rick. He could see tears brimming in the corners of her eyes. She fought to control them. Rick knew she didn't want Candace to see her cry.

"Yes, mistress."

"You did a very bad thing."

"Yes, mistress." "And you're going to have to pay for it."

"Yes, mistress."

"You're going to live with your master and me and do whatever we say until we decide you've paid off your debt."

"Yes, mistress."

"And that's going to be a long time."

"Yes, mistress."

Jennifer's hand snaked in between Candace's legs and began to stroke her pussy. "It won't be without pleasure, slave. Does this feel good?"

"Yes, mistress," Candace breathed. Rick smiled. Jennifer seemed to be taking to Candace quite well. Rick watched as the first joint of Jennifer's index finger slid into the bitch's cunt.

Candace sighed in pleasure at the entry. Rick was surprised to find Jennifer giving him a passionate kiss seconds later. Her hand still squirmed about between Candace's legs.

Jennifer broke the kiss. "So I take it this means we're moving in together," Rick said with an obviously fake air of nonchalance.

"Huh? I... I never said that, honey."

"Yes, you did. You said she was going to live with us."

Jennifer was taken aback. "Oh... well, I guess I did." Her hand stopped moving, and Candace whined plaintively. Jennifer took no notice. "Um... Well, do you want to... move in... together?"

Rick put on a serious expression. "Well, I don't know if a gentleman like me could ever survive in polite company if it was known he was living in sin with a harlot like yourself."

Jennifer burst into laughter. "Oh, a gentleman, huh? No man who asks a woman to do all the things I've done to you could ever be called a gentleman." She nearly doubled over in mirth, leaning against Rick to keep from falling over as laughter shook her body.

"Marry me."

Suddenly the laughter stopped. Jennifer looked up at him. "What?"

"Marry me."

Jennifer's mouth opened and closed a few times. "I... Rick... This is... Are you serious? This is kind of sudden."

"Yes, I'm serious. Marry me."

"Rick Logan, if this is some kind of sick joke, I'll..."

Rick silenced her with a finger on her lips, the way he'd done just before the first time they'd made love. "You think I saved you from... from your unhappiness. You're probably right. But you saved me, too. I mean..."

He took a breath. "Look at what I was doing. I was training her to be a slave. If I hadn't met you - I mean really gotten to know you - I probably would've..." He trailed off. "I don't like to think about it. I know I would've forgotten what it meant to love someone. You saved me from that. I love you, Jennifer. Marry me."

Jennifer was on the verge of tears. "I love you, too. Of course I'll marry you." She kissed him again, insistently, her hand gripping his shoulder. Rick moved his hands to her flanks and they stood for a long time, drinking each other in. Rick was dimly aware of Candace moaning.

Suddenly Jennifer let out a squeal of pleasure and broke the kiss. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed.

"What is it?"

A look of wonder spread across Jennifer's face. Rick noticed that her hand was still on Candace's pussy, her index finger inserted some distance up Candace's cunt. "You never fucked her?" Jennifer asked in amazement.

"Um... no. Why?"

"You never fucked her? Not even once? Why not?"

"Because of you. Why is that important now?"

"Oh, Rick, that's so sweet..."

"Fine, but what's your point?"

"Honey, it seems our little slut is a virgin."

"What?"

"I can feel it. A nice unbroken cherry."

"Oh..." Rick thought about it. It made sense. Candace hadn't had sex with anyone before she met Rick, and Rick had never fucked her. Somehow it had never occurred to him, though, that that would make Candace a virgin. A sly grin spread across Jennifer's face. "Well, I think that's a job for you, stallion." Her hand withdrew from Candace's cunt and grabbed Rick's soft cock.

"What? Right now?"

"No time like the present." Jennifer leered at him. Her hand slowly began to stroke his member.

"You really want me to... take her? Now?"

"The word is 'fuck', honey, and yes, I do want you to. You just gave me a wonderful gift. The least I can do is return the favor. Now stop your yapping and take the bitch's cherry."

Rick felt his cock hardening under her ministrations. "Okay."

"Lie down on the bed, bitch," Jennifer commanded. Candace eagerly climbed onto the bed and lay down faceup. Jennifer climbed up and sat next to the slut's head. She undid the pins holding Candace's hair in place and let it fall out across the pillow.

"Now lift your legs high in the air and spread them. Your master is about to fuck your virgin cunt." Candace complied, spreading herself wide open to expose the soft pink folds of her shaved cunt. Jennifer looked up at Rick. "Climb aboard, stud," she breathed.

Rick knelt on the bed between Candace's legs, which were still enmeshed in the black stockings and capped with the spiked heels. He placed one leg on each shoulder and positioned his cockhead at the entrance to Candace's wet cunt. He took a deep breath.

"Do it honey," Jennifer exhorted. Rick pushed his cock into Candace's cunt. Damn, it was tight. He tried to push it in as hard as he could, but he could only make a couple inches of progress on his first thrust. Candace squealed loudly. Jennifer rose to a kneeling position and straddled Candace's head, facing toward Rick. "Lick me, slut," she commanded.

Rick withdrew his cock and pushed in again. He heard Candace squeal again, but the sound was muffled, since her mouth was full of Jennifer's pussy. Jennifer leaned forward to kiss Rick, breathing softly in his ear. "Come on, honey, fuck her hard."

Rick pulled out and thrust again, making a little more progress. Candace's cunt was slowly opening up. It felt so good. The bitch was tight! He couldn't wait until he got the chance to shove his whole cock into this tight little slut. Jennifer continued to kiss him, unbuttoning his shirt and running her hands across his chest, occasionally breathing further exhortations into his ear.

Suddenly, Rick felt his cockhead bump up against an obstruction at the end of a thrust. "I've hit it," he whispered to Jennifer.

Her response was forceful. "Slam it into her, honey. I love that huge cock of yours, and I want our little bimbo to feel every inch of it. Fuck the bitch's brains out."

Rick withdrew his cock and shoved it back in with all his might. He felt Candace's cherry break as his cock slammed into her, stopping only when the head of his cock hit her cervix. Candace screamed. Rick saw Jennifer smile. She looked down toward her crotch, where Candace's face was still buried. "Hurts, doesn't it, bitch?" she said. "You needed a good fucking. Don't worry; it'll go away. You'll enjoy getting fucked, slut." She turned back to Rick. "Fuck her hard and fast, honey. Show her what it means to be a fuck-toy."

Rick responded eagerly, pulling his cock out and slamming it back in again. He took long, deep strokes as quickly as he could, filling up Candace's cunt full each time. Jennifer stopped her kissing and lay her body down on top of Candace's. "Keep licking, bitch!" she yelled. With her own tongue, she began to tickle Rick's shaft as he fucked Candace, licking his balls each time he filled the slut up.

Rick went wild from the sensation. He had never experienced anything like it. He was fucking a cunt tighter than he could ever have imagined, squeezing his cock like a velvet vise while his fiancee licked at his cock. It wasn't long before he felt his come boiling inside him.

"I'm... coming, honey..." Rick gasped. Jennifer began to lick him furiously. He slammed his cock into Candace one final time as he felt himself explode. He never thought he'd be able to come so much in so short a time, but he could feel his come flooding Candace's pussy. He felt it squeeze past his cock as he continued to come. All the while Jennifer continued to lick his balls.

Suddenly Candace's cunt squeezed him tight. Her back arched and she began to moan loudly. The bitch was coming. "See?" Jennifer asked, looking at the spot between her legs where Candace's face was buried. "I told you you'd like it, you little slut."

Rick relaxed as his orgasm ebbed and looked down to see his come dripping from Candace's pussy onto the bedsheets. Jennifer was lapping eagerly at it. She sat up, and Rick could see his come had rubbed onto her chin. She flashed him a sultry smile, but it quickly faded s her eyes closed and her breathing quickened. Candace's orgasm ended just as Jennifer's began. She threw herself at Rick, gripping his tightly as she screamed through a powerful orgasm. Rick waited for over a minute until she calmed down. He felt some jealousy at first. She'd never come that hard from anything he'd done. But then he rebuked himself. This was something he'd done. Jennifer had asked him to fuck Candace, and he had. She'd been getting off on seeing him fuck a virgin bitch. Candace's tongue was incidental.

And besides, hadn't Rick just come to a powerful orgasm from fucking Candace? But it wasn't Candace that had mattered. It was Jennifer. Jennifer urging him on, Jennifer licking his cock. She had made it special. Not Candace. Candace was just a tool. A very useful tool, but just a tool.

Jennifer's orgasm subsided, and she opened her eyes. "I love you, honey." She looked down at Candace's body.

"You kept going all through your orgasm, slut. You never stopped licking your mistress. Good girl!" she praised, slapping Candace approvingly on the arm. She turned back to Rick. "We're going to have a lot of fun with her."

"One question, honey." Rick said.

"What's that, dear?"

"You spent several years playing out these domination fantasies."

"Yeah."

"And you had sex with a lot of women."

"Yeah. So?"

"Right after our first time in my office, you told me you hadn't made love to anyone since high school."

Jennifer smiled. "I didn't say that. I said I hadn't made love to a man since high school."

"Ah," Rick replied.

"And I'm planning on making love to a man again tonight. The old-fashioned way. He's going to fuck my very own pussy." She looked down. "Although I'm sure we can find some way she can help out."

"Honey, I really don't think I'll be able to do it again until Tomorrow..."

"I think you'll be perfectly capable, darling," Jennifer replied, a gleam in her eye.

It turned out Jennifer was right.

Candace's Education ENDING FOUR (Part Two) Sixteen Years Later

Rick enjoyed the warmth of his wife's body pressed against his. Jennifer's head rested on his chest. They were alone tonight. Candace had been given permission to frig herself to one orgasm in her room. Rick and Jennifer still enjoyed using her just as much as they had when they'd first gotten married, but sometimes it was nice just to have a night alone, as a pair of consenting adults. Very consenting.

"Feel better, honey?" Jennifer asked.

"Yeah, that was just what I needed."

"Me, too," Jennifer giggled. Even after fifteen years of marriage, Rick still found her laughter intoxicating. Various other things about her were also still quite enjoyable.

"Things have just been so stressful recently. Maybe I cn seduce Donna..."

"You lech!" Jennifer responded playfully. "You've already had your way with two secretaries, and now you want a third?"

Rick smiled. Jennifer's intelligence and business savvy hadn't gone unnoticed for long in the company after she'd started working as Rick's secretary. Within a year of their marriage, she been promoted into the Procurement department. Her career had risen steadily thereafter, and she'd assumed the VP position at the head of the department the year before Rick had reached the equivalent position in Marketing.

When she'd left the secretarial position, Rick had managed to move Candace into the job. He and Jennifer had done some more work on her with the hypnotism drug, restoring most of her "normal" intelligence. It turned out that a smart blonde made a much better secretary than a dumb one.

They had managed to set things up so that Candace was able to use her full intelligence in performing secretarial duties, but a simple slap on the ass or a hand groping her tits would turn her back into a brainless bimbo. She wasn't really brainless then, but the post-hypnotic suggestions constrained her to act like it. This had the added side-effect of reawakening her militant-feminist sensibilities. Jennifer had loved the fact that the former radical magazine editor was now a secretary, required to get coffee and provide other services to her boss. Jennifer had made sure to visit Rick quite often for one-on-one inter-department consultation meetings. Rick's secretary was, of course, quite useful at these meetings. But it hadn't lasted forever. After two years of this, Rick and Jennifer had decided to get pregnant, Jennifer had stopped taking birth control pills. One evening, as Rick and Jennifer had made passionate love, with Candace licking at Jennifer's clit and Rick's balls, Tom had been conceived.

When Jennifer's maternity leave after Tom's birth had ended, Rick and Jennifer had decided that it made sense for Candace to stay at home and take care of the baby. Candace had remained at home since, taking care of Tom and keeping the house clean.

She still took care of a lot of Rick and Jennifer's office work, writing reports and making phone calls from home. By freeing her master and mistress from the drudgework of the office, she gave them a lot more free time to spend with Tom. Even so, "Aunt Candace" was still responsible for looking after him when he came home from school, making his lunch in the morning, and cleaning his room. Rick knew that Candace loved the boy every bit as much as he and Jennifer did.

No one except Jennifer and Rick knew the truth about Aunt Candace's origins. Rick's parents thought she was Jennifer's cousin, and Jennifer's parents thought she was Rick's cousin. A little bit of conditioning with the hypnotism drug had ensured that neither family was curious enough to investigate. Tom knew that Candace wasn't really a relative, but just an old friend of his parents who had never gotten married and lived with them. Which was all true, technically. Tom was aware that Candace sometimes slept in the master bedroom with his parents, or even with just one of them if the other was on a business trip, but never thought anything of it. He'd grown up with things being that way, and it never struck him as unusual.

Rick was interrupted from his musings by his wife. "Honey, we need to talk."

"Hmmm? About what?"

"Tom. Candace found a magazine under his mattress when she was cleaning this afternoon."

Rick sighed. He knew what a "magazine" meant. "Well, we knew it would happen sooner or later. He is thirteen, now."

"You need to talk to him, Rick. Tell him the facts of life."

"Yeah. I haven't been looking forward to this."

"I know, honey, but worse men than you have done just fine."

"Thanks."

"Besides, you'll have a visual aid."

"What?"

"Candace. You can use her to demonstrate..."

"Demonstrate? You want me to..."

"Teach Tom how to use Candace."

"But... but..."

"Look, he's probably already got some pretty good guesses what we do with her in this bed. It's not going to be long before he figures it out. He may try to fuck her by himself, anyway. And Candace would let him, too. She loves the boy."

Rick remained silent.

"This way, everything will be out in the open, and he can let off his steam in a safe way."

"But what about girls his own age? Will he know the difference between a woman and a bitch?"

"Yes, he'll know, because you're going to tell him. And if he can fuck Candace whenever he wants, he won't be horny all the time, and he'll be able to relate to girls his age as real people, rather than viewing them as sex objects, like every other teenage boy."

Rick was silent for a time. "Well how is he going to learn to please a real woman, if he learns by fucking Candace?"

"That's simple. We'll teach Candace to teach him. It'll take some work, but we can set her up so that from time to time, Tom will have to work to get her excited. He can learn by trial and error how to pleasure her. In fact, we can set it up so that he can choose whether he wants to practice lovemaking, or just fuck the bitch. He'll give Candace the appropriate commands. We'll just have to tell him that he has to do at least one training session for every, say, three times he uses Candace as a bitch."

"You've thought of everything, haven't you?"

"Don't I always? Then I think by the time he starts dating girls, he'll be a world-class lover, and he'll be able to satisfy his girlfriends if they want him to. And you're going to teach him to respect them, and not try anything they don't want."

"You're sure this'll work? Training Candace to teach Tom how to make love?"

"Well, if it doesn't, I could always teach him..."

"No!" "I'm kidding, honey. Of course it'll work. Don't my ideas always work?"

Rick had to admit that was true. "Okay, I'll talk to him Tomorrow."

Rick closed the door behind him and sat down on Tom's bed. His son was sitting next to him, his wiry thirteen-year-old frame perched on the edge of the bed. Rick could already see the muscles developing on Tom's arms; he was starting to put on a man's body. Rick took a deep breath.

"Son," Rick began, "there are certain things a man has to tell his son at this time of his life. You're not a boy anymore. Your body is developing in new and different ways. You're becoming a man. And you're experiencing a lot of new feelings. Today I'm going to explain what those feelings are, where they come from, and how to deal with them."

Tom was obviously nervous, but he responded bravely. "Okay, dad."

Rick explained the biological facts of reproduction, most of which Tom knew. He explained the sperm, the ovum, the fertilization process, and the sex act. He also explained arousal, and where it came form.

"Now, son, thousands of years ago, when our ancestors lived in caves, male sex urges served a very important purpose. Back then, a man wanted to have sex with as many women as possible, in order to spread his genes around, so that he would have a lot of children. Most children didn't survive long, so it was important to have a lot of them. At the same time, he wanted to keep other men from having sex with his women. So he developed a very possessive attitude toward women. He wanted to own them. And he wanted to have sex with them constantly. So women were treated as objects, as possessions." "That was the way it was, because that's the way we evolved. Today, we've advanced to the point where we don't have to have sex all the time to survive. Children don't die very often. So we don't need to treat women as objects anymore."

"And we know now that we shouldn't. Just because we evolved to think of women as objects doesn't mean it's right. In fact, it's wrong. Women are people just like you and me. They have thoughts and feelings. They're capable of doing everything we can do. Hell, your mother makes more money than I do."

"It's important to respect women. You're going to be dealing with girls and women a lot more often very soon, and you have to treat them with respect. Love is based on respect. I love your mother more than anyone else in the whole world, except for you, and that love is based on the mutual respect we have for each other. She's also my best friend. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yeah, dad."

"Okay. But we still have these urges. A part of us still wants to possess and control women. You have to keep these feelings under control and only let them out at the appropriate times." Rick swallowed. "That's what a bitch is for."

Tom's jaw dropped. Nervous, Rick turned toward the door. "Come in, Candace."

The door opened and Candace walked in. Tom's mouth dropped even further open. "Aunt Candace?"

Tom had never seen Candace dressed like this. She generally wore conservative clothes around the house. But now she was decked out in her finest slutware. She wore a pair of black spiked heels and black mesh stockings and garter.

A pair of shiny gold panties barely covered her crotch, and matched a gold bra that displayed her tits proudly. Her face was perfectly made-up, and her thick blonde hair spilled gently over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. Although Candace was over forty years old now, the regular use of anti-wrinkle cream, a strict daily fitness regimen, and some choice bits of cosmetic surgery left her with the body of a slut in her late twenties.

"Your Aunt Candace is a bitch, son. Her purpose is to provide sexual pleasure. That's all she wants in life. Look at me, son." Tom ripped his eyes off of Candace's chest and faced his father. "A woman is different. A woman is a person with thoughts and feelings that you have to understand. And it's worth it to understand women. It's very rewarding. But sometimes, you just need to vent your urges. And that's what a bitch like Candace is for. No complex feelings. She just wants to be fucked. Understand?"

"O-okay, Dad."

"Now, I'm going to show you how to use a bitch. This is a lot different from making love to a woman. You'll hear about that later." Now come over here and pull her bra down off of her tits."

Tom rose slowly and walked over to Candace. As though afraid she was going to bite him, he gently pulled the bra down until Candace's tits hung free.

"Touch her tits, son. Feel them. Notice how round and firm they are? That's one way to tell a slut like Candace from a woman. A woman has breasts, which are soft and natural. A bitch, though, doesn't have breasts. She has big, round, firm tits." Tom was gently cupping and caressing Candace's melonlike tits, eliciting soft moans from the slut.

"Rub the nipples, son. Notice how hard they get? A bitch likes having her nipples fondled, doesn't she?"

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