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No Escape

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Prologue

In ?Taming a Tempest,? Tempest and five of her college friends got together for a mini-reunion.  They were all kidnapped and sold into slavery.  Tempest and Elke were purchased by Kate while the other four were bought by other owners.  After returning to the Chicago area with her two new slaves, Kate gave them new identities.  Tempest was renamed Tracy and Elke became Erika.  This story picks up where ?Taming a Tempest? left off, although Tracy and Erika play less prominent roles in this story.

Chapter 1

Symphony looked away from her computer monitor and picked up the brochure again.  It was worn and tattered looking at this point from the many times she had nervously handled it.  She guessed that had she picked it up and looked through it at least forty or fifty times a day for the past two weeks.

She had seen the advertisement in New Mother Magazine and found the service intriguing.  She visited the website that was listed in the ad and ordered the brochure.  It had arrived two days later.  On the cover was the profile of a naked girl kneeling with bowed head and with a chain dangling from her neck.  Just the sight of that logo made her feel all tingly.  The brochure was for a company called No Escape to Paradise but it was clever in the way it displayed the name.

No Escape

      Escape to Paradise

No Escape

      Escape to Paradise

No Escape

      Escape to Paradise

She had pretty much decided to enroll in the service.  But she was struggling as she tried to overcome her anxiety and she hadn’t mustered the courage to take the next step.  It was a huge step to take, in her mind.

No Escape to Paradise was a new company that offered a unique service.  It allowed women to explore and experience their darkest fantasy: slavery.  The slavery was only for a limited period of time but it was still slavery.  Once she passed a certain point in the process, there would be no changing her mind.  She would be committed and would be subjected to being enslaved for the agreed upon time.  She didn’t know if the next step would commit her or if it was a step further down the road.  But at some point, she would not be able to back out.  There would be no escape.

It was something that she had to do, she told herself.  She had fantasies about being a slavegirl for as long as she could remember.  It was a place she could retreat to inside of her mind and it was a very erotic and exciting dream world.  Usually, she could pull herself back out of that world into the real world.  But ever since seeing that ad and visiting the website, she was drawn into her dream world more often and had a harder and harder time extracting herself.

It didn’t help that she was bored silly in her real world.  She had given birth to a baby daughter three months earlier.  She loved having a daughter but was having troubles adjusting to being a mother.  The work was endless and was mind numbing.  She was being run ragged and she needed a break.  She needed a break that would put some excitement back into her life.

She also needed to feel desired.  Ever since she first learned that she was pregnant, her love life had dried up.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want sex.  There were times when she was so horny that she thought she would pop.  But her husband didn’t touch her any more.  It was as if he thought he might break her or harm her.

She was sitting naked at the computer as she looked at the brochure.  She stood up and walked to the full length mirror.  She compared her shape to that of the woman in the logo.  She was every bit as shapely as the model who had posed for the logo; maybe even better.  She had quickly lost all of the extra weight she gained during her pregnancy and her flat belly was a tribute to all of her exercising.  Her breasts might even be larger than the model’s, thanks to childbirth, and appeared to be just as firm.

She got up again and returned to her computer.  She knew she should call the phone number but she did not think she was ready.  She was procrastinating.  She thought she had made all of her choices but she was not ready yet.  She was scared.

She was going to select the ‘Serenity’ level.  It looked the tamest of all of the choices.  It would be a good way to try it out for the first time.  The slavery would be for a fixed period of time and she had been thinking that six nights would be a good choice.  The Serenity level allowed her to set limits that would be hard and could not be changed, even by her, once the slavery started.  It was the least risky level in her mind, although the entire concept of voluntary recreational slavery was, in itself, risky.

There were three other options.  The ‘Monte Carlo’ level provided an experience with an undetermined term.  It would start with a six night term.  On the last day of slavery, a pair of dice would be rolled.  If evens were rolled, the girl would be freed.  If odds were rolled, the term would be extended.  The length of the extension would be determined by the spin of a roulette wheel with numbers ranging from one to thirty.  The number that came up would designate the additional number of days the girl must serve until she rolled the dice again.  The Monte Carlo option could result in months of slavery, or more.  It was much riskier than Symphony was ready for.

The ‘Safari’ level was described as being designed for those with an adventurous spirit.  In this one, the term would be fixed but the limits would not be.  A slave would enter slavery with limits that she had selected.  But each day, a computer at the company’s headquarters would randomly select a limit to be lifted.  By the end of the slavery period, it was possible that the girl would have experienced things that she had never even dreamed of.

The last option was called ‘Free Market.’  Limits would be set and fixed as would the term.  The owner would be matched with the slave based on the personality profiles and fit.  But that would only be the initial owner.  Every two days during the enslavement, an auction would be held and the girl would be sold.  The new owners may or may not be a good fit for the girl but it did offer the thrill amd excitement of being sold at auction and it offered the opportunity to experience multiple owners.

Serenity was definitely the safest choice, thought Symphony.  She had also selected her limits.  Several were already marked on the form before she got it.  Fucking with a male, oral sex with a male and oral sex with a female were marked with X’s in the ?yes? column.  All slaves had to agree to those activities.  Killing, maiming and permanent marks all had X’s in the ?no? column.  None of these activities were allowed.

But there was an abundance of other activities to choose from.  She thought about marking them all as yes in order to make things more thrilling.  She would never be able to anticipate what was going to happen next that way and it should increase the level of excitement.  But when she read back through the list a second time, she got queasy at the thought of some of them.  Asphyxiation was marked with a no when she went back through.  Body jewelry installation was a no.  She went through the list and indicated her decisions.  There were some, like water sports, that she didn’t understand.  But if they sounded harmless, she gave them a yes.  If they sounded sinister, they got a no.

She took a deep breath and picked up the phone.  It’s now or never, she thought.  She dialed the number in the ad and waited.

?No Escape to Paradise; where we make your fantasies a reality.  This is Erika,? said the voice on the other end.  ?How may I help you??

?Um? I? um?.? stammered Symphony.  ?I?. er?. um??  Erika waited silently.  She was used to this.  The business had only been open for a few weeks and almost all of the phone calls started like this.  At least the ones for prospective slaves did.  This one was definitely a slave.

?I? um? I would like to enroll in your service,? Symphony finally got out.

?Wonderful,? replied Erika.  ?Should I send you some materials?  You can always get them from the website too if you prefer.?

?I have already downloaded and filled out all of the forms,? offered Symphony.  ?But I don’t know what the next step is.?

?Well, the next step is to have you bring the forms in and we will schedule you for an interview.?

?When should I come in?? asked Symphony.

?Well, we like to interview our prospects in pairs.  We have openings tomorrow morning at ten and eleven thirty.  We also have an opening at two this afternoon if you are available.?

?Better move now while I’ve got the nerve,? thought Symphony.

?I’ll take the meeting today,? she said.  ?Do I need to bring anything??

?Only the forms and a valid picture ID,? responded Erika.

As soon as Erika hung up the phone, she called Tracy.  Tracy took care of the legal side of the new business but was helping Erika with some market research during the start-up phase.  She posed as another slave prospect during the joint interviews.

When Symphony arrived, Tracy was already in the waiting room.  Symphony handed her forms to the receptionist and sat down.  Tracy tried to act a little nervous and kept picking up magazines and putting them back down without reading them.  They smiled at each other but not a word was spoken.  They were only together for ten minutes or so before the door opened and Erika invited them into her office.

?Welcome to No Escape to Paradise,? said Erika.  ?Where we make fantasies become reality.  Please have a seat and we’ll get started.?

?I have had a chance to review your profiles,? Erika continued.  ?I know about your backgrounds.  What I want to know here is why both of you want to go through this program.  And I want to give you an opportunity to ask any questions that you might have.  We interview in pairs so that you can benefit from each other’s questions and you can see that you are not unique in your desire to experience life as a slave.  Now, who would like to begin?  Why do you want to be a slave??

Tracy held back, hoping the other woman would go first.  When she didn’t, Tracy spoke up.  ?I suppose we all have fantasies about being an exotic slavegirl.  I have had them for years although they have become really strong lately.  I have never had an opportunity to live them and try them before.  But now I do have a way to experience what I dream about.  So here I am.?

?Thank you, Tracy,? said Erika.  ?And you, Symphony??

Symphony hesitated.  ?I don’t have any idea why I’m here.  Pregnancy and motherhood have me totally whacked out.  I need to get away and I want it to be as different from my real life as possible.  I need to feel excitement again.  I guess I’m trying to escape to No Escape.?

Erika smiled.  ?There’s nothing wrong with that.  We are in business to help people escape from their overwhelming lives.?

Erika made some notes and then looked up at the two women seated before her.  ?Let me tell you a little bit about the program.?  She spent the next fifteen minutes describing in detail how they used the personality profiles and the activities preference lists to match owners and slaves.  Then she described the collection process and the ongoing monitoring that would occur during the length of slavery.

?Do you have any questions so far??

?Yes, I have one,? said Symphony.  ?How confidential is this experience?  I mean I would hate for knowledge that I was a slave to get around.?

?The contract that you will sign, as well as the contract that the owners sign, prohibit any photos or videos to be taken,? Erika explained.  ?We don’t share any of the slave’s contact information with the owner.  And we recommend that you use a fake name for the experience.?

?That’s good to hear,? nodded Symphony.  ?I would hate for it to get out to anyone, especially my husband.?

?Well, we do recommend that husbands are told of the adventure,? Erika said.  ?Otherwise, they could get worried and notify the police.  If you are not going to tell him, you will need to come up with a story that explains why you will be gone for a week and can’t be reached.?

?Oh, I’m not sure I could tell him,? said Symphony.  ?I’ll have to come up with a story.?  Symphony had another question and Tracy asked two just to make it seem believable that she was a prospect.

?Any other questions?? asked Erika after she finished with her last response.  When neither woman said anything, she continued.  ?Let’s keep going, then.  Please remove your clothing.  There are hangers you can use on the back of the door.?

Symphony gasped.  ?Take off my clothes??

?Yes, please,? replied Erika.  ?It’s all part of the entry process.?

?I’m not sure that I can do that,? said Symphony.

?Then perhaps this program is not for you,? said Erika.  ?It is likely that you will be kept naked for most of the time that you are a slave.  It is expected that you will be used sexually often.  If you can’t take off your clothes when it’s just us three women, how can you expect to be comfortable being a slavegirl??

?Well, I didn’t expect slavery to be comfortable.  I just expected it to be exciting.?

?It should be exciting,? said Erika as she leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk.  ?Should we proceed or do you want to end your application??

Symphony sighed.  ?Let’s proceed.  I’ll do it.?

By this time, Tracy was down to her bra and panties.  The worst part about helping Erika with the market research was all of the dressing and undressing she had to do.  They had already conducted five interviews so far today.  And tomorrow was supposed to be even worse.

Symphony sighed again and then stood up.  She unbuttoned her blouse and put it on a hanger.  Then she kept going with the rest of her clothing.  Erika provided a bowl to each of the women for their jewelry.  Soon, both women were naked.

Erika smiled as she saw Tracy’s nudity.  She had grown to love that body over the past six months.  It was perfect.  Symphony’s body was every bit as perfect, though.  She showed no signs of having recently given birth to a child.

Erika realized that the two women were almost identical.  But for their hair, Tracy and Symphony were perfect matches.  Tracy had jet black hair and Symphony’s was blonde.  But legs, hips, waists and breasts were the same.  They were even the same height.

?Tracy, please stand on the mark in the middle of the floor.?  Tracy did as she was instructed and Erika got up from her desk.  ?Now we need to get some photos of you.?

?Wait!? said Symphony, in a panic.  ?I thought you said there were no pictures.?

?No pictures by the owner,? corrected Erika.  ?But we need to have pictures of you to make the match.?  Erika took a head shot of Tracy followed by full body shots of her front, back and both profiles.  Then she had Symphony stand on the mark and repeated her actions.

?Now I need to inspect you,? she told Symphony.  ?This will involve some touching.  May I proceed??

?Yes,? squeaked a very nervous Symphony.  Erika stepped closer and lifted Symphony’s hair off of her shoulders and looked for any identifying marks.  There were none from the shoulders up.  Erika let the hair fall again and then walked slowly around the girl.

Erika reached up and lifted Symphony’s breasts in her hands, causing the blonde to suck in her breath.  ?These are quite beautiful,? Erika said.  ?In fact, all of you is gorgeous.  You will be a very popular slave.?

?Thank you,? replied Symphony.  She was blushing and had cast her eyes down instinctively.

?You said that you recently had a baby,? said Erika as she held the firm breasts and squeezed them softly.  ?Are you still lactating??

?Yes,? whispered Symphony as her blush deepened.

?Show me,? instructed Erika.

Symphony raised her hands and Erika removed hers.  Symphony held her left breast with one trembling hand while she used the shaky fingers of her other hand to manipulate the beautiful orb to try to express some milk.  She was so nervous, though, that she couldn’t get the right motions and no milk appeared.

?Never mind,? said Erika after several minutes of fumbling.  ?I’ll do it.?  She reached out again and lifted the breasts in her hands and then leaned down, sucking the left nipple into her mouth.

?Oh god!? muttered Symphony as she saw her nipple disappearing between the other woman’s lips.  She couldn’t believe this was happening.  She had never done anything like this.  She was so embarrassed.  But she was also so aroused at the same time.  She felt her pussy pulsing with each suck.

?Mmm, delicious,? declared Erika after she succeeded in tasting the mother’s milk.  ?We have quite a few owners who specifically request lactating slaves.  We should have no difficulty placing you.?

Erika continued her inspection and then performed an inspection of Tracy.  When she was finished, she had both women sit again, although they were still naked this time.  She answered a few more questions and then described the collection process again, which would deliver a new slave to her owner.  Collection was to be the next step and would be the point of no escape.

?When would you like to begin?? asked Erika.

?Immediately, I guess,? answered Symphony.

?In about a week,? replied Tracy.

?Very well,? said Erika.  ?Let me see if we have a match for you and I will give you each a call tonight.  You may both get dressed now.?

They got dressed.  But before they left, Erika gave them each a long passionate kiss which left Symphony breathless.  ?You are both stunningly beautiful.?  Then the two women left together.

?Wow!? exclaimed Tracy once they were in the hallway.  ?What did you think about that??  Tracy’s job was to gather post-interview feedback that could help them see how the interviews were going.

?Wow is right!? replied a breathy Symphony.  She was still tingling.  ?It was so embarrassing.  But it was so sexy and exciting.  That alone was worth the enrollment fee!?

Chapter 2

?She should be coming around soon,? one of the males said.  ?Do you want us to unwrap her??

?What do you think, dear?? asked the husband.

?No.  Leave her as is,? replied the wife.  ?It will be fun to see her reactions once she’s awake.?

Sam and Ray had collected Symphony earlier in the day.  They had just finished delivering her to her temporary owners, Heath and Heather Whitcomb, who purchased the girl for a period of one week.

Symphony selected the date she was to start her slavery.  She told her husband that she needed some time to herself and that she was going to visit some college friends in Colorado.  She arranged for her sister to care for her baby until she returned.  And then she waited nervously.

Two men arrived at the house promptly at one o’clock.  She was expecting them but she was still surprised when she opened the door.  They were large, muscular men and were dressed all in black.  They further surprised her by forcing their way into the house and grabbing her.  She opened her mouth to scream but a hand quickly clamped down over her face, stifling any attempt to call for help.

Erika had designed several different collection scenarios and was planning on testing them on the women who enrolled to see what worked best.  This was one of the kidnap scenarios.

A rag was stuffed into Symphony’s mouth by one male and the other laid a piece of duct tape across her lips.  A male gathered her hands behind her back and bound them with a length of rope.  Another rope was wrapped around her ankles, totally immobilizing her.  The men went back out to their truck and returned with a large box.  She was placed inside of it and sedated before they closed the lid.  Then she was carted off to the truck to be delivered to her new owners.

In this version of the kidnap scenario, the slave was to be delivered fully clothed.  Erika had designed a second version where the males stripped the girl before sedating and binding her.  In a third version, the girl would be stripped and then fucked by both of her collectors before being boxed.  She would try out the other two variations on future girls.

?I’m going to take the gag out,? said Heather after Sam and Ray left.  ?I want to get a better look at her and hear what she has to say when she wakes up.?

?Yes, dear,? replied Heath.  ?But she might scream.?

?So who’s to hear??  She was right.  They lived on an estate with over a hundred acres.  The closest home was about a mile away.

?Oh, she’s lovely,? Heather remarked once she had peeled off the tape and fished the rag out of the girl’s mouth.  ?Much nicer than her picture and I thought she was beautiful in the picture.?

?Very lovely,? agreed Heath as he looked down at the sleeping beauty.  He reached down as discretely as he could and adjusted his cock which was straining against his pants.  He couldn’t believe his luck at getting a slave so gorgeous.

He had heard about the new service a couple of weeks earlier as he and some friends were chatting and kidding around after tennis.  At least he assumed that they were kidding.  But that night, he had gone out to the website and discovered it was for real.

He and his wife were independently wealthy.  He had been an investment banker early in his career and had done quite well.  He retired at the age of forty before the financial meltdown and had invested his fortune wisely.  Now, they lived a life of luxury in their palatial mansion.

Heath and Heather had a tendency to get bored at times, though.  There are only so many games of tennis that one could reasonably play in a week.  The charity events like luncheons and golf outings were plentiful but they got old after awhile.  They had an active and relatively rewarding sex life together.  But they still tended to get bored.

Heath showed the website to Heather and she immediately took an interest.  They had never talked about having a slave but they did occasionally play bondage games.  Their problem was that they both preferred to be the dominant.  They did have a circle of friends who were into domination and submission and they got together often with them for parties and that helped.  But they still wanted more.  They agreed that it would be a lot of fun to buy a girl.

?Maybe we should undress her,? offered Heath.  He really wanted to get a better view of this beauty.  And he still couldn’t wait to sink his raging cock into her.

?Heath, we discussed this.?  She was giving him a very disapproving look.  ?We let her wake up and be startled by what she has gotten herself into.  We strip her.  We give her the rules.  And then we partially unbind her.  I know you are dying to fuck her but that will have to wait.?

Heath groaned and adjusted his cock in his pants again.  The waiting was pure agony.  Thankfully, Symphony started to stir.

She fluttered her eyes open and looked around groggily.  She did not recognize anything and tensed.  That’s when she realized that she was bound in a hogtie and lying on her belly.  She started to panic.  She remembered that she had signed up to become a slave but this was not something she expected.  Maybe she had gotten in over her head.  She lifted her head and looked around, seeing two pairs of legs: one female and one male.  There had been two men who seized her earlier.  Who was the woman?  Had she been bought by a woman?

The female legs stepped closer and she saw a knee settle onto the carpet in front of her face.  A hand stroked her hair with fingers combing through the blonde locks.

?Hello, Symphony dear,? Heather said.  ?Welcome to your new home.?

?Wha?? said Symphony as she slurred her speech.  ?Where am I?  Who you??

Heather continued to stroke the girl’s hair with one hand as she reached out with the other to cut the cord that bound the hands to the legs.  Her legs thumped down onto the carpeted floor and her hands fell down across her back.  Heather rolled Symphony over until she was lying on her bound arms and looking up at Heather.

?You are in our home, little one,? said Heather.  ?Your new home.?  She ran her fingers lightly down Symphony’s left cheek, tracing her jawbone.

?You are lovely, dear,? the older woman continued.  ?My name is Heather.  You may call me Mistress.  And this is Master.?

Heath stepped into her view and she looked up at him.  He was smiling at her and did not look threatening at all.  She saw the front of his pants tenting outward from the strain inside and shuddered as she started to realize what she had gotten herself into.

?Thank you,? replied Symphony as she looked back at Heather.

?You are welcome, girl.  Now, I am going to release your bindings.  I want you to stand up and remove your clothing.  Then come and stand before me.?

Symphony gulped as she heard the words.  She knew this moment would come.  She had even fantasized about it.  But somehow it was different in real life.  She felt the knife slicing through the ropes that held her, knowing that she was only moments away from another point of no return.  The last rope was finally removed.

?You may get up now, girl,? said Heather.  ?I will be waiting for you in the chair over there.?

Symphony felt like she was in a daze as she got to her feet.  She looked at both of her owners and they just smiled and nodded to her.  Slowly, she reached up and unbuttoned her blouse.  She slid it off and then removed her skirt and shoes.  Then she paused as she stood there in her bra and panties.

?Keep going,? encouraged Heath.  Again, he had to adjust his cock.  It grew harder, if that was even possible, as more and more flesh was exposed.  This body was flawless.  It was ripe and feminine and so, so sexy.  Symphony unsnapped her bra and shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, catching it in one hand and then hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.  She took a deep breath and slowly slid the panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked.  She felt her face blush at her nudity.

?The jewelry too, dear,? said Heather.  Symphony nodded and reached up, removing her earrings and then took off her necklace.  She looked at her wedding band and then looked to Heather, holding up her left hand.

?Those too, pet,? advised Heather.  Symphony sighed but dutifully slid the engagement ring and wedding band off her slender finger.  She placed all of the jewelry on a table and then hesitantly stepped closer to Heather.

Symphony did not know why she was so nervous.  She knew that this was an experience she had asked for.  And she knew that it would only last for a week.  She figured that it would be embarrassing at times but anything new could be embarrassing.  So why was she so nervous?  She should be viewing this as a big game.

Heather was inexplicably nervous also.  She had never owned anyone before.  And even though she knew that she technically did not own Symphony, everything about the program had been carefully designed to give the appearance of owning a girl.  They had a ?deed? that granted them ownership of the girl’s body.  The girl had been delivered to them, sedated and bound as if she had been kidnapped and sold into slavery.  They had even given the girl a serial number which matched the number on their deed.  The number had been inked onto the back of her neck with henna which would wash off by the end of the week but it all added to the realism of the experience.

?So why am I so nervous?? wondered Heather.  She finally realized that she was nervous because she didn’t want to disappoint Symphony.  The girl had signed up for a slave experience, not for friendship or loving sex.  And it would be so easy to fall into that kind of relationship with this beautiful, trusting girl.  She would have to work hard at maintaining the role of slave owner.  And she would have to work even harder to make sure that Heath behaved.  She knew that, if he had his way, he would make love to this beautiful sex kitten all week long.

She had practiced this moment in her mind for days; ever since learning when their girl would be delivered.  She would be stern but kind.  She would be demanding but caring at the same time.  She would be harsh when the role required her to be harsh and she would be forgiving after the need for harshness had passed.

?Let’s see what we have to work with,? Heather began.  ?Lock your hands behind your neck.?

Symphony instantly complied and laced her fingers together behind her neck.  Heather smiled as she watched the action lift and separate the heavy breasts, thrusting them forward invitingly.  Heath saw the movement too and had to cross his legs to try to control his aching cock.

?I can be a very loving mistress,? Heather continued.  ?Or I can be a bitch; your worst nightmare.?  She punctuated her remark by picking up a leather riding crop and whistling it through the air to strike Symphony’s flat belly.  Symphony yelped at the surprising punishment.  ?It’s entirely your choice.  Do you understand??

?Yes, Mistress,? whimpered Symphony.  Heather placed the crop back on the table and reached out, tracing the outline of the red mark on the girl’s belly.

?I expect immediate obedience,? Heather informed her slave.  ?Anything less than that will be dealt with harshly.  I expect no reluctance or hesitancy.  When you are told to do something, you will do it instantly.?

Heather moved behind the girl and she picked up the crop again, striking the beautiful rounded swells of one of the girl’s bottom cheeks.  Symphony bit her lower lip and stifled a cry.

She kept moving and returned to face the girl.  She reached out and grasped the tuft of downy hair over the girl’s mound, turning her head to her husband.  ?Heath, would you be a dear and remove this tonight??

?I’d be happy to, dear,? smiled Heath.

Heather reached up and pressed upward against the base of each breast with the heels of her hands, letting her fingers splay out over the soft, yielding flesh.  The orbs were heavy and tight.  They were remarkably firm.

?Are these real, little one??

?Yes, Mistress,? blushed Symphony.  ?They’re all natural.?

?They are so firm,? observed Heather.  ?They’re almost unbelievable.?

?They are very full, Mistress.  It has been several hours since I nursed.?

?Oh my,? thought Heather.  This one was lactating!  She knew that her husband had a fetish about lactation and she figured he was probably ready to shoot his wad at this news.  ?We’ll give you relief shortly.?

?Thank you, Mistress,? replied Symphony.  Her head was spinning at this point.  She had asked for something different and this sure qualified as that.  Within her first thirty minutes with her new owner, she was naked and had been whipped twice already.  Not only that, but her new owner turned out to be owners.

Part of her wondered again if she had gotten in over her head.  Maybe she should have chosen a long weekend instead of a week.  And maybe she should have added a lot more check marks to the no column on the list of limits.  The other part of her was lost in a lust-filled swirl of sensations.  She looked down to see her breasts being claimed and touched by another woman for only the second time in her life.  It should be revolting to her but she found it thrilling.  She felt the two marks on her body still burning where the crop had kissed her flesh.  And she felt her sex pulsing with arousal and felt her inner thighs slick with her juices.  She felt so alive!

Heather finished her inspection of the girl and the recitation of the rules that she would live by.  Symphony acknowledged each one and pledged to obey them.  At the end, Heather had two more gifts for the new slave.

?As I said, I can be your worst nightmare if you cross me.  I want to leave you with two thoughts.?  Heather picked up a wooden ruler and struck Symphony’s left breast across the nipple, causing the girl to shriek from the pain.  ?Be pleasing.?  She swung again, striking the other nipple, eliciting a second shriek.  ?And be obedient.?

?Heath, she’s all yours.  Would you see to her shaving before dinner??

Chapter 3

?Master,? Symphony said.  ?May I say something??

?Say whatever you want,? Heath replied cheerily.  ?Sing it out.  Shout it from the highest mountaintop.?

As soon as Heather left Symphony in Heath’s charge, he wasted no time stripping off his clothes and freeing his aching cock.  He sat in a chair and drew Symphony close until she was straddling his legs.  Then he guided her lower until his cock sank into her buttery warm sex.  He was in heaven.

Symphony felt the cock slice into her body and shuddered as it did.  It was not the size that elicited her reaction.  Heath was only average in size.  That was a welcome relief compared to the bludgeon that dangled from her husband’s crotch.  She enjoyed her husband’s massive size if there was sufficient foreplay.  But it could be painful if he entered her too soon.  She would not have that problem with Heath.

?Master,? started Symphony.  ?I have never done anything like this.  I have never been unfaithful to my husband.  I just don’t want you to think me a slut.?

Heath stopped her motions while she was fully impaled on him and reached out, gripping her chin and causing her to look into his eyes.  ?I would never think of you as a slut.  You are a slave.  There’s a big difference.?

?Thank you, Master,? replied Symphony.  She thought that his response sounded odd but she took solace in it anyways.

?Start moving again, girl,? he commanded.  She started raising and lowering herself on his cock obediently.  ?And feed me your breasts.  I’m thirsty.?

This elicited another blush from Symphony.  Only her daughter had nursed from her breasts before.  Not even her husband had availed himself of her milk.  Now, this stranger who owned her was going to drink the milk that she made for her child.

Symphony hesitated for a moment but then obediently leaned forward.  She positioned her left nipple at his lips and he sucked it in greedily.  After only a few sucks from his lips, she felt her let down and felt her milk flowing into his mouth.  He dined on one breast for about ten minutes before moving his lips to the other one.  Again, the let down was immediate and he filled his belly with the sweet milk from her sweet breasts as she continued to bob up and down on his cock.

Despite the embarrassment of having an adult stranger nurse on her breasts, Symphony actually felt relief.  Her breasts had been very full and were starting to ache.  At least now, she felt more comfortable.

Heath was nearing relief also.  This blonde vision of beauty was more than he could ever hope for.  He would buy her again if possible.  In fact, he would buy her permanently if he could.  Or maybe he would arrange to have her kidnapped and truly enslave her.  He would have to look into that.  The thought of truly owning Symphony was too much for his overloaded libido and he climaxed inside of her, groaning as his body tensed from the orgasm.

Heath led Symphony to the master bedroom to complete the next part of his assignment.  Actually, it was the only part of the assignment.  He had added the fucking and the draining of her breasts for fun.  He had Symphony sit on the counter as he gathered what he needed.

He stood in front of her with a hand on each knee.  He slowly pushed the knees apart, watching intently as her womanhood was revealed to him.  He paused to drink in her beauty before he started his task.  Every aspect of this woman was perfect.  Her face was gorgeous and angelic.  She was the ideal blend of the wholesome girl next door and seductress.  Long blonde hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders and chest.  He raised his hands and brushed her hair off her chest to flow down her back.

She had a long slender neck that gave her the graceful appearance of a swan.  Generous, full breasts adorned her chest.  A flat, firm belly and narrow waist attested to her youth and fitness.  Her hips were perfectly proportioned.  While her bottom was nicely padded, her hips were not.  They were a bit on the narrow side but they flared out nicely and suited the rest of her body perfectly.  Long tapered legs finished off this heavenly form.  And at the juncture of the two legs was the girl’s sex, a lovely wet flower with a small trimmed bush of hair above it.  This was to be the object of his efforts.

?Has anyone ever told you that you were made for fucking?? he asked her.

Symphony blushed at the question.  ?No, Master; never.?

?I’m surprised,? he responded.  ?You are the picture of the ideal woman.?  He was still naked from his earlier indulgence in her body and his survey of her body had gotten him hard again.  He decided that he had to do something about that.  He placed his hands beneath her legs and tugged, scooting her closer until she was perched on the edge of the counter.  Then he stepped to her and guided his cock back into her steamy sex, letting out a contented sigh as her wet warmth enveloped him.

Heath was surprised at his ability to recover his erection so quickly after fucking the girl the first time.  He looked down and watched his cock disappearing into her tight body and then watched as he withdrew it.  It was shiny from the combination of his earlier deposit and her own copious secretions.  He saw her breasts rise and fall with her breathing and enjoyed the way that they jiggled each time he rammed into her.

?Play with yourself,? he commanded.  This brought fresh blushes to her face but she immediately complied.

?Yes, Master,? she said as she moved her right hand between the two bodies.  She touched her clit, causing her body to shudder slightly.  He studied the motions of her middle finger as she first circled her clit with it and then rubbed it lightly.

?Play with your breasts too,? he instructed.  The blush deepened.

?Yes, Master.?  She reached up with her other hand and cupped her left breast, squeezing it lightly.  She had never done any of this in front of anyone before.  It felt so wicked to be masturbating while he watched her and to be fondling her breast.  Her fingers moved upward over the fleshy orb until they reached her nipple.  The fingers traced light circles around the little bud, causing it to stiffen.

Heath was truly enjoying being a slave owner.  His cock pistoned in and out of his property’s body as his sex toy played with her clit and breast.  Nothing could beat this!  This was going to be the best week of his life!  He would get to do things he had only dreamed about before.  He would make a list when he was finished fucking her but he wanted to concentrate on the perfect body that he was lodged in for now.

His hands were gripping her waist but he moved them and placed a palm beneath each of the full breasts, lifting them.  She was still toying with her left nipple so he lifted the right breast even further, stretching it upward as far as he could.

?Lick it,? he commanded.  Immediately, he saw her blush intensify but he also heard her moan softly.  She was nearing a climax.  Could it be that she was stimulated by humiliation?  He would have to explore that while she was his property.

Symphony heard the command and immediately felt her pussy tighten around the cock that was now impaling her.  She tilted her head forward and craned her neck, snaking out her tongue and letting it paint a circle around her stiffened nipple.

?Suck on it,? he said.  Another soft moan escaped her lips and he felt her sex clamp down on his cock.  Reluctantly, she parted her lips and drew the sensitive bud into her mouth.  Here was another thing she had never done.  She had never even thought about doing anything as lewd as this.  She pulsed the nipple in and out several times but then the wicked arousal that was consuming her pushed her over the edge.  Her body tensed and she climaxed, moaning loudly as she continued to suckle on her own nipple.  Once he saw her orgasm, Heath let himself go and released his second load of sperm into her body.

He recovered more quickly than she did.  She was still moaning softly with her eyes closed when he picked up the scissors.  He withdrew his cock and crouched between her splayed legs, snipping away at her pubic hair until she was left with nothing but short stubble.  Then he lathered her mound and started swiping the razor over it.  His favorite part, though, was shaving off the few stray hairs elsewhere.  He gripped one labia and stretched it away from her, feeling his sperm and her juices flowing out of her onto his fingers.  He swiped the hairs away and then repeated his actions on the other side.

Symphony opened her eyes as he was wiping off the extra foam and looked down.  ?Oh, wow!?

?Pretty sexy, huh?? he smiled.  He tilted his head down and kissed her denuded mound.  ?Smooth as a baby’s bottom.?

?Wow,? she repeated.  She reached down and ran her fingers over her mound.  She wasn’t sure how she would explain her new look to her husband.  Hopefully, he liked it.

?Okay, girl,? said Heath after he kissed the Venus mound again.  ?Up on your knees and turn around.?

Symphony complied as if she was on autopilot.  She didn’t question or think.  She just crawled onto the countertop and turned so that her bottom was facing the male.

?So beautiful,? said Heath as he ran a finger down the valley between her bottom cheeks.  He sprayed some foam onto his fingers and then ran them back through the valley, applying the lather.  A few swipes of the razor later, Symphony was devoid of any visible hair from the neck down.

Heath was not finished yet.  He still wanted to toy with his new toy.  He slid a finger into her sex, feeling the oily wetness there and reached around her with his other hand and stroked her clit.  Symphony gasped as she felt the dual assault.  He stroked his finger in and out several times before removing it.  Then he placed it at her little pucker and pushed.

?Oh god!? gasped Symphony as she felt the pressure on her asshole.  This was yet another first for her.  Nobody had ever touched her there and this male was trying to force his finger into her butt.  She gasped again as the finger broke through and then started panting as it pushed deeper.  She felt like she should protest but she knew it would fall on deaf ears.  She had volunteered for this, after all.

Heath started moving his finger in and out as his other hand continued to strum Symphony’s clit.  Symphony was a symphony of little mewls and moans and coos as he moved her closer to an orgasm.  He saw her sphincter gripping his finger as it withdrew and loved the sight.  Soon, he would fuck her anally and let his cock enjoy the tightness.

The fingers were unrelenting in marching Symphony toward the inevitable orgasm.  She couldn’t believe that she could be aroused by something as crude as anal penetration but her body was clearly being pushed to a climax.  Before long, she tensed and shuddered and let out a soft groan.  She had climaxed again.

Less than a hundred miles away, Tracy walked into Erika’s office.  ?I’ve just been reviewing the contracts.  Why do we care if the girls want to water ski and surf??

?Huh?? asked Erika with confusion written all over her face.  ?What are you talking about??

?Well, on the questionnaire that we attach to each contract, we don’t ask about running or exercising or tennis or golf, but we ask about water sports.  Why do we care if they will swim or not??

Erika laughed.  ?That’s not what water sports means.  It means urine.  Some dominants like to pee on their subs or have their subs drink their piss.  We let the girls prohibit that along with a lot of other types of activities.?

?Oh,? replied Tracy.  ?I had no idea.  That’s a crazy thing to call it.?

?Uh oh,? said Erika all of a sudden.  ?If you didn’t know that, I wonder how many of the girls didn’t know that.?

?Uh oh is right,? agreed Tracy.  ?How many of the girls have set that as a limit so far??

Erika pecked on her keyboard and brought up a report onto the screen.  ?Only one has set it as a limit.?

?Uh oh,? repeated Tracy.  ?The others must not have understood what it meant.  I can’t believe that many girls would agree to drink piss; even if they were exploring fantasies.?

?For those who haven’t been placed yet, it’s easy enough to contact them and make sure they understand.?

?What about the ones we have already placed?? asked Tracy.

?Well, I’m not sure,? said Erika.  ?I was going to visit Symphony’s owners tomorrow.  I can check with her and let them know if she wants to exclude it.?

?That’s a start,? said Tracy.  ?But think about how we handle the others.  This could create some ill will and hurt referrals.?

Chapter 4

It was already too late when Erika arrived at the Whitcomb home the next morning.  They were expecting her.  She had made an appointment for ten AM and showed up promptly.  This day, she was dressed more casually in a khaki skirt, pink cotton blouse and sandals.  She reasoned that she should not dress formally for her field visits since she would be visiting people in their homes where they would likely be dressed casually.

By the time she arrived to check on Symphony, however, the slave already had a belly full of pee.

?I’m afraid we may have purchased defective merchandise,? said Heath after they sat down at the table on the patio.

?Yes,? added Heather.  ?She’s perfect in so many ways.  But there is a flaw.  And now, we have no way of knowing how many other flaws exist.?

?I’m surprised,? said Erika.  ?Slave number 090003 screened perfectly for your profile.  Tell me what happened.?

The two owners described the events.  Frequently, one would start a sentence while the other finished it, the way that married couples often do.  But they were able to relate the events that had occurred so far with their slave.

The first day had gone well.  The delivery went fine.  They were exceedingly pleased with the quality of the object that was delivered to their home.  They described how beautiful the girl was and how nicely she blushed.

Heath described how fuckable the girl was and how her nubile body was able to bring him back to erection so easily.  Erika found it comical how Heather kept finishing Heath’s sentences as he talked about his climaxes even though she had not been a participant or even a witness.

The problem occurred this morning.  They had studied the contract carefully.  First, they did not want to violate the agreement in a way that could bring a lawsuit that could jeopardize their wealth.  Second, and equally important, they wanted to respect the girl’s wishes and even help her explore things that she wanted to explore.

They had found some areas of mutual interest and they tried to introduce one this morning.  Heath had a fantasy about having a human toilet.  In her checklist, Symphony had indicated an interest in water sports.  The match was perfect, or so they thought.

The girl had slept in their bed the night before.  Since Heath had monopolized the girl for the afternoon, Heather claimed Symphony for the night.  Heather slept in the middle of the bed and spooned with Symphony who now had her wrists bound in front of her and wore a collar.  Heath slept behind Heather and was welcome to spoon with her or not.  But Heather was determined to enjoy her new toy.  She let her hands roam freely over the smooth, supple flesh until sleep finally overwhelmed her.

It was in the morning that disaster struck.  Heath woke up with a raging erection and he had to pee.  He reached across his sleeping wife and shook Symphony awake.  It took a few moments for Symphony to orient herself and recognize where she was but she quickly fell into role.

?Come girl,? whispered Heath.  ?I need relief.?

Symphony immediately understood that she was expected to service her new master and slipped out of bed.  She walked around the bed to find him with his feet on the floor and leaning back slightly with his cock pointing outward.

?Kneel.?

She knelt.  She didn’t even wait for the next command.  She knew what was expected of her.  She leaned forward and opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the turgid shaft, letting it glide into her mouth.

?Drink it all,? he said.

She thought that command was odd.  He must really be horny and almost ready to climax to say something like that so early.  She looked up into his eyes and nodded with the cock between her lips.

Then, he let loose.  It was just a little bit at first.  He did not want her to spill any.  He would feed her a little bit of his piss at a time.

She felt the warm liquid in her mouth and was surprised again.  He lasted even less time than she expected.  But then she tasted the liquid.  It was not viscous or salty.  It was watery and almost tasteless.

He had peed in her mouth, she suddenly realized!  She pulled back and spit the liquid out, spraying it across his legs and the side of the bed.  ?Eeewwwww!!!!  That’s gross!!!?

?Continue, girl,? he said softly.  ?But swallow this time.?

?No way!!!? she shouted.  This woke up Heather who sat up in bed and looked around groggily.

?What’s the matter?? she asked.

?The girl refuses to relieve me.?

Heather looked at Symphony.  ?Is that true, pet??

?He peed in my mouth, Mistress!? she exclaimed.  ?That’s gross!!!?

Heather nodded.  ?Yes, I’m sure it is.  I would never let someone do that to me.  But I’m not a slavegirl.  Now be a good girl and drink it down.?

?No!!  I will not!!!?  declared Symphony defiantly.  She knelt back on her heels and held her bound arms over her chest, glaring at her two owners.

Heather slipped out of bed and walked to the side of the bed where Symphony was kneeling.  ?Don’t make me punish you, little one.  You won’t like it and neither will I.?

?Mistress!!!? protested Symphony.  ?It’s gross!  Nobody should have to do that!?

The mistress picked up a paddle and stepped closer.  ?If your master wants to use you as his personal toilet, then that’s how you will be used.  Now get your mouth on that cock and start drinking or I’ll start your punishment.  You’ll drink his pee one way or another.  You can either do it comfortably or painfully.?

?Mistress!  Don’t make me do this!  Please don’t make me do this!?

?One,? said Heather as if she was giving a countdown to a small child.  ?Don’t let me get to three.?  Symphony stood her ground.

?Two.?  Still there was no movement.

?Okay, it was your decision to do it painfully.  Three.?

Heather realized that there was no good surface to use the paddle on.  The girl’s bottom was protected by her heels.  And her breasts and belly were covered by her arms.  She decided to use the collar.  She pressed the remote.

?AAIIIIIEEEEEE!? squealed Symphony as the current blasted her.  The night before, they had fitted the collar around her neck.  And to show her what it was capable of, they gave her a demonstration.  Heather had set the power on setting three with ten being the highest level.  Symphony had squealed at that first blast also.  This time, the remote was set on level five but Heather had made it a short blast.

?Shall we do it again?? asked Heather.

?Please, Mistress, have mercy.?

Heather depressed the button again and kept it depressed for five seconds.  Symphony’s body tensed and shuddered as the current abused her.  It felt like her entire body was on fire and in pain.  Then, thankfully, the pain stopped.

?Again?? asked Heather.

?Please, please, please,? begged Symphony.  Heather increased the setting to six and pressed the button down.

Symphony shook and screeched at the even more intense pain but quickly leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the raging erection.  The shocks stopped instantly and the urine started flowing almost immediately.

?Good girl,? praised Heath.  He patted the girl’s head as he filled her mouth with his pee.  He would let it flow for a moment and then cut it off to let her swallow.  Then he would refill her mouth and wait for it to flow into her belly as well.

Heath watched the girl swallowing his pee.  It was so erotic to him.  This was the ultimate demonstration of ownership and control when one could make someone else be one’s urinal.  It took a full two minutes to drain his bladder.

Heather knelt down behind the girl and reached around her.  She cradled one of Symphony’s breasts in her hand and stroked the girl’s belly with the other one.  She too thought it was erotic to watch the girl being forced to drink urine.  She gave the breast a squeeze.

?Open your eyes, little one,? instructed Heather.  ?Watch your master as you drink his piss and relieve him.?

Reluctantly, Symphony obeyed.  Her face erupted into crimson at the depravity of the act and the degradation that she felt.  This was just horrible!

Heather kept rubbing the belly in slow circles.  It was exciting to know that the belly was quickly filling with the warm urine.  And it was thrilling to know that they could do anything they wanted with this girl.  Well, not exactly anything.  But they could do anything that was allowed under the contract and this was clearly allowed.  Water sports had definitely been marked with a ?yes.?

Eventually, the flow stopped and Symphony slumped back with her head hung low.  She felt so ashamed.

?I assure you that the merchandise is not defective,? said Erika after she finished listening to the story.  ?We discovered yesterday that we had a problem on our end.  I wanted to try to straighten it out during my visit today.?

?What sort of problem?? asked Heath.

?We have a lack of clarity in the terms that we use in the activities checklist,? explained Erika.  ?In fact, we discovered that on the very activity that you had a problem with this morning.  While I clearly understood what was meant by the term ?water sports,? I learned that my colleague had no idea that it means what it means.  You have met Tracy.  She interpreted it as water skiing and swimming and the like.  We are developing a glossary that will go with the checklist in the future.  But we need to fix it with the girls already placed.?

?How do you intend to fix it?? asked Heather.

?First, I would like to meet with Symphony alone,? said Erika.  ?I will go through each item in the checklist to make sure there is no confusion.  Then I’ll give you the revised checklist.  We will give you a complete refund and you will get to keep the girl if she wants to finish her term.  Of course, she may choose to end it.  I’m not sure how traumatized she is by the events.?

?Of course we’ll want to keep her,? interjected Heath.  ?She’s divine.  I’d like to use her as my toilet but if that won’t work out, I’ll just use a bathroom.?

?Then let me meet with her and we’ll see where we go from here.?  They showed Erika to the room where Symphony was.  The girl was huddled in a small cage in the center of the room.  Heath unlocked it and then he and Heather left, closing the door behind them.

?Hi, sweetie,? said Erika.  ?I understand you had a rough morning.  Come out and let’s talk about it.?

Symphony sniffled.  Her eyes were puffy and were welled up with tears but she obediently crawled out of her cage and stood up.  Erika wrapped her arms around the naked girl and hugged her, trying to comfort her.

?It was awful,? sobbed Symphony.

?I’m sure it was, dear,? said Erika soothingly.  ?And it was all our fault.  We only discovered yesterday that there could be confusion about some of the terms we used in the questionnaire.  I want to go through all of the items to make sure that you have answered them the way you intended to.  Or you could just go.  I’m prepared to release you from your contract if you wish.?

?Go?? said Symphony with a puzzled look.

?Yes,? replied Erika.  ?We can and this now if you would prefer.?

?I don’t want to go.  I just don’t want to drink piss.  Have you ever done that before??

?Yes, I have,? responded Erika.

Symphony gasped.  ?You have?!?!?!?!?  Why on earth would you do that??

Erika gave Symphony a hug.  ?Because I have been a slave too.  There are lots of things that I have done or had done to me.  And there were some that I didn’t like.  That was one of the least offensive.?

?Eeewwww!!!!? exclaimed Symphony.  ?How could you say that it wasn’t offensive??

?Come sit with me, sweetie.?  Erika led Symphony to a large stuffed chair and sat down, pulling the naked girl into her lap.  She arranged the girl so her back was against one arm rest and her legs draped over the other.  One of Erika’s arms was behind Symphony’s back and she lightly caressed her back.  The other hand rested on the girl’s belly and she stroked it lightly.

?Well, think back to what happened.  It was only offensive in your mind.  You probably didn’t taste much of anything.  At least I always found pee to be pretty tasteless.  And it’s supposed to be sanitary.  So it’s mostly like drinking warm water.?

?Well, that’s true,? acknowledged Symphony.  ?There wasn’t much taste.  It just seemed so gross.?

Erika slid her hand up and gripped the slave’s left breast, giving it a light squeeze.  ?I know.  And you don’t have to do it again.  Let’s go through the questionnaire and make sure there aren’t any more mistakes.  Shall we??

?Yes, please,? said Symphony.

Erika was a bit surprised at how easy it had been to get the girl into her lap and how she had met with no resistance to the fondling.  Apparently, Symphony had immersed herself into this fantasy.  She suspected that the girl would have reacted much differently a few days earlier.

She also looked at the collar around the girl’s neck.  It was the same model that she and her slave sister had first worn after they had been delivered to their mistress’ home.  So she knew how painful it could be.  It did not surprise her that Symphony had relented so quickly.

They went through the questionnaire line by line.  Symphony had marked the intended columns for most of the activities and fetishes.  But there were a few that she wanted to change.

?It means that?? Symphony asked.

?Yes,? replied Erika.  ?Pony play is when someone treats you as if you were a pony.  You might pull a cart or prance around or be shown.  You wear a harness and a bridle and a tail.?

?Oh, I thought it meant fucking a pony.  We can change that.?  They put an X through ?No? and checked ?Yes.?

Erika’s hand had shifted to the right breast and she was toying with the nipple.  She would squeeze it lightly and then tug on it, letting the little nubbin slide between her fingers.

?You really are beautiful,? Erika said as she paused from the list.  ?You are remarkably beautiful.?

Symphony blushed at the compliment.  ?Thank you.  But I think you are the beautiful one.?

?Thank you to you too,? Erika smiled.  Erika leaned down and kissed Symphony, lingering for a moment to brush the lips of the naked girl in her lap.

?Do you ever take slaves for yourself?? asked Symphony.  ?I could be available again in the future.?

Erika smiled and kissed Symphony again.  ?I’m afraid I don’t take slaves, sweetie,? she replied.  ?I’m always the slave.?  Erika knew that comment could have two meanings.  When Symphony did not press her on it, she assumed that Symphony interpreted it as ‘when I play, I always play the role of the slave.’

?But if we ever get an owner who wants two girls and is a good match for you,? Erika continued, ?maybe I’ll throw myself in as the second girl.  I would love to be your slave sister.?

Symphony reached up and wrapped her arms around Erika’s neck, pulling her close and kissing her yet again.  ?I would like that.?

They went back to the list and continued going through each item.  Finally, they got to water sports.

?I’ll just change this one to ?No,? said Erika.

?No wait,? said Symphony.  ?You were right.  I think I was just being silly.  I didn’t taste anything.  It was just such a shock, I guess.?

?Yes, I’m sure it was.?

?You can leave that as a ?Yes.?  If he wants to use me as his toilet, I guess he can.?

In the end, more items had been moved to the yes column than to the no column.  But at least now the list truly reflected Symphony’s limits.  Heath was delighted with the result.  For the remainder of the week, he relieved himself in Symphony’s mouth whenever he had to urinate.

To be continued