From nowhere@nowhen.com Thu Apr 24 22:37:36 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: nowhere@nowhen.com (Legion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Re-re-post: Lottery 1-40 in 25 parts - lottry21.txt [1/1] Date: 25 Apr 1997 02:37:36 GMT Organization: None of The Above Lines: 619 Message-ID: <5jp5dg$bg5@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pon-mi7-33.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Apr 24 9:37:36 PM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (16bit) Chapter 33 Unconditional Surrender Naked except for her dress Rachel slipped into the dungeon with a flashlight, moving to Tara's bondage bed and switching on an overhead light. I stayed out of the circle of light to watch them. "Hello, Tara." Rachel said softly. Tara stared and the Apache girl and just trembled. "I'm here to prepare you for the master." "You aren't going to make love to me are you?" Tara pleaded. Rachel sat down on the edge of the bed. "Do you want me to?" She asked the red-haired girl. Tara shook her head wildly. "You will." Rachel promised. She went to the shelves and took down some massage oil. "I'm going to give you a massage, Tara. When you feel like having me caress you, let me know." Rachel said gently.. Tara yipped when Rachel poured the cool oil onto her back. The Irish girl didn't make a sound as Rachel began to rub her. "You're so tense, relax." Rachel urged. "It isn't as though you can stop me, is it?" Tara pulled at her bonds, and let out a single sob. "Now, now, Tara, don't be scared." Rachel said. "If I wanted to I could do horrible things to you and you'd be helpless to stop me. Don't make me mad." "I thought you were different." Tara said suddenly. "What do you mean?" Rachel asked, using the edge of her hands to gently pound Tara's back. Tara grunted. "I thought you were kind." Tara said. "Gentle. You wouldn't hurt a fly." "I won't." Rachel said. "And I'm not going to hurt you either. So just relax and enjoy it." "You're raping me, you know." Tara said softly. "I don't want you to make love to me. I'm not even sure I want Paul to." "Well, that's part of being a slave girl. I've had to do things I didn't like." "Really? Like what?" Tara asked. It was obvious she was trying to take her mind off Rachel's soothing hands. "Well, the first night I was here I was laying right where you are now." The black haired girl told her victim. "Paul tortured me. Not just a game either, it was for real." "Why?" Tara asked, appalled. "I did something very bad." Rachel said after a moment. "We're going to have to know one another much better before I tell you what, just suffice it to say I deserved it." "Nobody deserves to be tortured!" Tara protested. "I did." Rachel said. "He gave me the choice of going home a virgin, or staying to face torture. I chose to stay." "For God's sake, why?" Tara asked, twisting around as best she was able to stare at her masseuse. Rachel smacked her on the behind. "Lay still and I'll tell you." When Tara put her head down she was staring right at me. But the pool of light blinded her to anything beyond. I was effectively invisible. "There were a lot of reasons." Rachel said, pouring more oil into her hand. She began to massage Tara's left leg, kneading the muscles gently. "Oooh, that feels good." Tara groaned in spite of herself. "I'm from a poor family." Rachel said. "Paul offered me a dream come true. I would live in a big house and have more money than I'd ever dreamed of. He'd give me whatever I wanted, for as long as I cared to stay." "Even after I'd done-what I did." Rachel stumbled. "He handed me a check for a thousand dollars and told me he'd send me home on the first plane in the morning. I just dropped the check and ran. I spent the whole night crying." "Why?" Tara asked. "Because I was terrified of staying, and I couldn't stand the thought of leaving. Mei and Paul were so obviously in love it made me want it too. And they offered to let me be part of their love, Mei even begged me to stay for just one night. She was crying." "I don't understand." Tara said, confused. "She wanted me to stay." Rachel explained. "For Paul's sake. I'm not going to say more, Tara, because it's too private. Just take it from me, I'd rather be here as his hand maiden than anywhere else on earth. You don't understand that now, but you will. He's going to make love to you and it will turn your body inside out. He's the best." I felt myself turning red. "He's going to rape me." Tara said dully. "I've made a horrible mistake." "That's what I thought." Rachel said, putting one hand on her shoulder. "Listen to me, I know you're here because you think you're going to discover some slaver's ring or something, but the rest of us are here because we want to be. And he'd never hurt any of us." "What do you call what he did to that arabian girl?" Tara demanded incredulously. "She had welts all over her." "Alima's a bitch." Rachel said, chuckling. "That's why he picked her. She deserved that punishment, Tara. He'd do the same thing to me if I disobeyed him. Or to Mei, or any of the other girls." "And you accept it as right?" Tara demanded. Rachel moved around to the front of the bed and sqatted so she could look Tara straight in the eye. "Yes." Was all Rachel said. The two girls studied one another for a moment before Rachel returned to her duties. "In fact, I demand it." She continued. "I'm his handmaiden. I've given myself to him as his total slave, every hour of every day. Do you know what that means?" "Not really." Tara said. Her breathing quickened nervously as Rachel's hands moved closer to her crotch. "It means he can do whatever he pleases to me. Just as I can do whatever I want to you." Rachel caressed Tara's pussy. Tara cried out and shuddered. "Please don't do that!" Tara begged, shivering. "Please don't." "Would you rather I did this?" Rachel asked, pussing an oil slick finger up her victim's asshole. Tara moaned and tensed. "Take it out, please!" She cried. Rachel did, only to spank Tara sharply on the ass. The red haired girl froze, trembling from tension. "Don't ever tell me what to do." Rachel said. "That's the quickest way to feel pain." "Yes, ma'am." Tara responded. "If you did that to the master he would be justified in whipping you just like he did Alima." Rachel scolded the other girl. "I'm telling you this for your own sake. Don't make me demonstrate." "I won't, ma'am." Tara shivered. "Do you want me to make love you now?" Rachel asked, trailing one finger between Tara's legs. The other girl shuddered and surged against her bonds. "No?" Rachel said, disappointed. "Oh, well, later you'll realize what you've missed. We'll have plenty of time." Rachel unstrapped Tara. "Turn over." She said briskly. It's time for you to lose your virginity." Tara turned over, sliding a little on the silk sheets. She trembled as Rachel told her to spread her arms and legs. Before long the red-haired girl was helplessly spread-eagled. Rachel began to work over her breasts. "Please, I'm not a lesbian, please, I'm sorry ma'am but I just can't!" Tara begged. Rachel smiled down at her victim. "Hush, now, Tara, of course you can. You don't have any choice. I know you're not a lesbian, neither am I. If you want me to rape you, I will. There's nothing wrong in this. You're a slave girl now. You must obey the master." "But you aren't him." Tara objected desperately "I have his authority, Tara. Now lie back and enjoy what I do. That's an order." "No, please!" Tara wailed. Rachel drew back. Tara closed her eyes and went limp with relief. "Do you want me to inform the master you refused to cooperate, Tara? I'd say you're already in enough trouble." "This is wrong, Rachel! Please don't do this!" Tara begged. "Let me explain the situation to you, Tara." Rachel said patiently. "You are a slave girl. The master can do whatever he wants to with you. And what he's decided to with you is give you to me as my reward." "Re-reward?" Tara asked, her inquisitive nature overriding her fear for a moment. "I'm a very good slave, Tara. I've pleased him and now he's given me my reward. You." "But why do you want me?" Tara asked, genuinely curious. I laughed silently. The longer she kept Rachel talking, the longer she kept Rachel from raping her. And it was working. "Because you're beautiful." Rachel said softly. Tara blushed, unable to handle the compliment in her current straits. "Because the sight of you turns me on. Because I want to make love to you." "Why?" Tara asked again. Rachel laughed, a full throated laugh of genuine amusement. "So many questions, Tara." Rachel teased. "You're like a child, always why, why, why. But you've stalled me long enough. I've been very good, and now I'm getting my reward. Please don't spoil it for me." Tara opened her mouth, then closed it in confusion. Rachel watched her, a smile playing about her mouth. Tara looked away. "What is it that frightens you so much, Tara?" Rachel asked softly, stroking the other girl's belly. "Touching and kissing, it's-women shouldn't!" Tara blurted. "I mean, not to each other." "You like it when a man does it, don't you?" Rachel asked. Tara blushed. "I don't know. I'm a virgin." Rachel smacked herself on the forehead. "I'd forgotten that!" She smiled down at Tara. "Somehow I just can't think of secret agents as virgins." "I'm not really a secret agent." Tara said. "I'm just a secretary for the FBI. I do dictation and word processing and filing. It's really pretty tame stuff." "Not like now, hmm?" Rachel cupped Tara's breast, squeezing gently. Tara drew her breath in sharply. "What if I made a deal with you?" Rachel asked suddenly. "What if I promise not to use my mouth on you. And you won't have to do anything to me, ok?" Tara blushed furiously. "Now what?" Rachel asked impatiently. Tara had trouble getting started. "It's not the uh, licking part that scares me." Tara said. "I just can't handle the thought of your playing with me." She closed her eyes. "You mean I can use my tongue but not my fingers?" Rachel said, bewildered. Tara nodded. "That doesn't make any sense!" "I know." The other girl said miserably. "But that's just a hang up I've always had. The thought of a woman playing with me just sends shivers down my spine." "I have to cover you in oil." Rachel said firmly. "All of you. Master's orders were very clear on that part." She paused. "But I'll give you a break. I promise I won't take any longer than I have to on your private parts, ok?" "I'd appreciate that." Tara said eagerly. She seemed pleased with the partial victory. Rachel restarted the massage, working on Tara's arms and legs. The red-haired girl relaxed, enjoying the sensual feel. When Rachel started on her breasts, Tara bit her lip but didn't protest. Despite her promise Rachel spent almost five minutes on Tara's breasts. I could see Tara's nipples hard and erect from Rachel's sex play, gleaming under a thin sheen of massage oil. Tara closed her eyes as Rachel moved to her sides and belly. She whimpered when Rachel finally reached her genitals. Rachel didn't take long there, not trying to arouse Tara by masturbating her. "Thank you." Tara whispered as Rachel stopped. Rachel smiled and undid her dress, letting it fall slowly. Tara's eyes got very big. "You know what, Tara?" Rachel said. "I love being gagged while the master fucks me. I wonder if you'd enjoy it while I'm raping you?" She smiled lazily at the bound girl and wandered slowly over to the wall, picking out a ball gag. She took her time, walking with an exaggerated motion that set her breasts and buns jiggling erotically. Tara was turned on, in spite of her protests. She lifted her head wordlessly at Rachel's urging and opened her mouth to take the bright red ball without a murmur. She held still as Rachel buckled the strap. Then her head fell back and her eyes closed. She tensed as she felt Rachel lay down between her legs. The breath blasted out of her nose as Rachel put her mouth firmly against her crotch and sucked. Things got more interesting from there. Tara was soon fighting the straps and shoving her crotch against Rachel's mouth. It took almost ten minutes for Rachel to bring her off, but she came finally in a shuddering groaning orgasm loud despite the ball between her teeth. She cried out in protest as Rachel didn't stop, and soon had another raging orgasm. And still Rachel didn't stop. Tara didn't come again, just cried and groaned behind her gag. By now Rachel was an experienced lover and knew it was pointless to continue. So she got up and went to complete her final part in Tara's initiation. She came back trailing an extension cord. Tara looked at the gizmo on her hand and whimpered. Rachel smiled and switched the massage vibrator on. This was one of those bone throbbers that professional massuses use. Tara screamed behind her gag as Rachel pressed it between her legs and held it there. Tara threshed on the bed as the vibrator did its work, screaming and moaning behind her gag. It took five minutes to make her come, a wrenching effort that made her arch her back like a bow. After it was over Rachel turned off the vibrator and ungagged Tara. "God." She gasped. "That was-nice." She blew like a horse run twenty miles. Eventually she recovered. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked, walking into the circle of light. Tara's eyes nearly popped from their sockets. "You were watching?" She asked, face red as her hair. I nodded, gesturing for Rachel to hand me the vibrator. "No, please, not yet! Let me rest first, please!" Tara pleaded. "You forgot to call me master." I said. She turned white. "I'm sorry, master! It was the vibrator! I swear I won't forget again!" She watched me with wide eyes. The vibrator came on with the sudden shocking thrum of a disturbed bee hive. I pressed it against her pussy and held it there. Tara shuddered, gasping. She stiffened, holding her breath. She let her breath out in a sob, then drew another, holding it as long as she could. This time when she let it out it was in a groaning scream that told a tale of orgasm. I didn't let up, holding the vibrator firmly in place dispite her wild struggles. Her second orgasm took another fifteen minutes, and her third another ten after that. Her third orgasm made her collapse from exhaustion so I took pity on her and stopped. When she came to she was free of restraints. "I feel as weak as a newborn kitten." She murmurred softly. "Do you understand, now?" Rachel asked. Tara shook her head. "Not yet. But I have a feeling it won't be long." "Can you walk?" I asked. "Yes, master." She said quickly. Groaning and wincing she climbed to her feet. "Please, master, I beg you. Don't use that thing on me again, I'd die." Tara said, eyes downcast. "Melinda's had a vibrator inside her for almost two hours now." I said. "She's got another six to go. Let's go look in on her, shall we? Just to give you a foretaste of what's going to happen to you when Teresa arrives." Tara shivered but stood docile as I had Rachel handcuff her arms behind her back. We trouped up to Melinda's room. I opened the door and ushured the two girls ahead of me. We were greeted by the sound of sobbing. Alarmed I hurried over to the bed to find Melinda laying spread-eagled on her back, sobbing as though her heart was broken. "Oh, master, make it stop!" Melinda wept. Naked, her gold nipple rings gleaming in the overhead light. Tara gasped as she caught sight of them. "It just keeps on and on and I can't-oooh nooo, God!" She screamed, quietly, the air fighting it's way past clenched teeth. She collapsed, quivering. "Make it stop, make it stop!" She wailed loudly, totally unlike her normal quiet self. She relaxed suddenly. "I'm sorry, master, I'm trying, but it's too hard." She turned her tear stained face to me. Her eyes were red from bawling, her nose was running. I checked the Cucumber, concerned that Gina may have done something wrong. But everything checked out. I even unstrapped it and pulled it a quarter of the way out. Melinda groaned in frustration as I pushed it back in. Her pussy was really wet, so that wasn't the problem. I strapped the device back in place. "What's the matter, cara mia?" I asked, brushing the hair from her eyes. "It's this thing, master. I can't stand it!" Melinda whimpered. "Is it hurting you?" I asked. She hesitated. "No." She said reluctantly. "But I've come until I can't stand it anymore, please, please take it out. Whip me, hurt me, but Mother Mary and Joseph, take it out!" "You must wear it all night." I said, kissing her lips. She looked at me like a lost soul. "It will kill me." She said seriously. I shook my head and smiled. "No, little one. Mei did it, and Thuy, and they're even smaller than you are." "I don't know how they stood it." Melinda shuddered. "Please, master, if I've pleased you take it out." "No, Melinda. How many times have you come?" "I don't know." She said. "I can't remember much after the first three. A dozen, maybe?" "A dozen?" I asked, surprized. "Are you sure?" "I don't know. Many. How long has this thing been in me?" Melinda asked. "Two and a half hours." I said, checking my watch. "I'll send someone to let you go eventually. In a day or two." "Master!" Melinda wailed. "I'll be dead in a day or two!" I kissed her again. "I'm teasing, I'll come for you at six AM. Pleasant dreams, Melinda." I got up and herded Rachel and Tara toward the door. "Master, please!" Melinda wailed. Her pleading was cut off as the door closed. "You're going to do that to me?" Tara asked as we moved toward her room. "Master, how am I supposed to stand that?" "Her reaction surprizes me." I admitted. "She's reacting much more strongly than the other girls have.. Rachel, I'd like you to keep an eye on her. Sleep in Melinda's room tonight You can make a bed on the floor." "Yes, master." I opened Tara's door and led her inside. The gun and bullets were gone. I released Tara and had Rachel bind her loosely spread-eagle on her back, including the collar. "Good night, Rachel." I said, kissing her. "I'm sorry Tara wasn't as responsive as you'd have liked." "That's ok, master. It's the thought that counts. Maybe a night with you will change her mind." Rachel left, closing the door behind her. I turned back to Tara, who eyed me warily. "So, my beautiful fairie queen. You've been brought to bay at last. As soon as I'm hard, you're going to lose your cherry. I'm going to rape you." "I know." Tara seemed excited by the prospect. "Please try not to hurt me too much, master." "Your pleasure is your lookout." I warned her. She nodded, watching as I stripped. The thought of raping her had me hard already. Tara stared at my cock and swallowed. "I'm not going to say it." She said resolutely. "It's too damn corny." I chuckled, walking over and running one hand over her body. It was warm and soft, she wasn't tense and terrified now, just alert and loose, ready. "So much has happened to you, are you ready for me, Tara?" "Yes, master." She gasped. I fondled her cunt, feeling the wetness coat my fingers. Just to familiarize myself with her body I ran my hands over her breasts, feeling the slippery nipples pop up instantly. Mounting her was easy, she didn't even try to struggle. I pressed my cock against her pussy, feeling her reflexively try to bring her legs together. She stretched her head up to me, the collar chain clinking faintly. I brushed her parted lips slightly. "Beg me to take you, slave." I whispered fiercely. "Take me, master." She said, moving her hips. She bit her lips as the tip of my cock sank into her slightly. "Are you on the pill, Tara?" I asked. Eyes wide she nodded. "Kiss me." I commanded. She stretched, and I grabbed her head with both hands, pressing my mouth firmly against hers. As her mouth parted and my tongue darted in I thrust sharply, breaking her hymen. She froze, then arched her back making a mewing noise. The heat of her welcomed me as I pressed slowly inside. She shuddered, moaning, gasping through her nose. My weight came down on her fully and she wriggled under me. Breaking the kiss I stared down into her eyes, wild with passion. Whatever doubts she'd had were gone for the moment, lust smoldered in her eyes. I began to move slowly in and out. It must have hurt because she made a strangled noise and convulsed, the slack coming out of her chains with a thrum. She groaned as I continued to move slowly, but soon relaxed a bit. "Is it as bad as you feared?" I asked, brushing the hair from her face. "No." She said softly. "It's wonderful." She grunted as I speeded up. Soon she was throwing her head from side to side and sobbing for breath as her orgasm neared. When it arrived she caught her breath and let it out in a wailing scream that chilled my blood-and sent hot fire rushing through my groin. When it was over she collapsed, panting. I had paused, to let myself calm down, she'd nearly taken me with her when she came. When her panting quieted I kissed her gently and started to move again. "You mean you're still hard?" Tara said with wide eyes. "I thought the guy comes first." I chuckled. "You really were a virgin, weren't you?" I slid my hands under her soft ass and pulled her against me as I ground into her. She sighed contentedly. "I've always dreamed of a man fucking me like this." She said with her eyes closed. "Fucking me till I come and come and come!" She tried to raise her bound arms but gave it up when she realized she was chained. "I'd forgotten you chained me." She whispered, then chuckled. "Isn't that silly? Oh, yes, harder, fuck me harder!" The red-haired girl urged me to more effort with a humping motion. We were soon lost in the love making, Tara not getting her wish, only came once, making me lose it. She felt the hot wetness in her, and knew it wasn't her own juices, but mine. The look she gave me would have melted stone. When we finally regained our breath (I was somewhat pleased that I regained mine first), Tara looked up at me, feeling my weight press her down. My cock had softened and withdrawn from her. "Any regrets?" I asked softly. Wordlessly she shook her head. I got off her and swayed for a moment, more spent than I'd realized. With regret I realized I'd have to wait before taking her other openings, I was just too tired. "Getting too old for this." I muttered under my breath. Feeling a pleasent sense of exhaustion I freed Tara. Still naked we walked hand in hand to my room and the shower. "Can I ask you something?" She said in a subdued voice as I ran the soap over her back. "Master." I reminded her. She flinched. "I'm sorry! Can I ask you something, master?" "You can ask." I said, turning her and giving her the soap. "What happens now?" Her hands felt good, I closed my eyes and let her wash my back. "We go to sleep." I said. The soap paused, then resumed. "I mean about tomorrow." "What about tomorrow?" I asked, yawning. Between Rachel and Tara I was bushed. "Will you let me go?" The voice was small, afraid. Surprized, I turned around, staring up at the slender girl. The water had plastered her hair flat against her head, making her resemble a drenched mouse. "Tara, lady, you're free to go any time you like! You were the one that chose to stay tonight. Are you sorry you stayed?" "No." She dropped her eyes. "It was wonderful. I never believed a man could do that to me." "Or a woman?" I asked gently. Tara blushed furiously. "I can't believe you actually watched that! Was she telling the truth?" "About what?" "About my being her reward." She still refused to meet my eyes. "Rachel doesn't usually lie unless I tell her to." I answered. "Yes, you were her reward." "She's a lesbian, then?" Tara shivered, moving under the water to let it warm her. "No." I smiled. "But she is bi-sexual. She's probably made love to all the girls by now. But she's very, very good in bed, as I can atest. In fact, I had her before I had you. Just before your massage." "You made love to her, tonight?" Tara's face crumpled. She started to cry. I ought to be used to crying women by now, but I'm not. She turned away and sank down on her knees, sobbing like her heart was broken. Ordinarily I'd have gathered her in for a hug, but she was bigger than I was, and had already proven herself dangerously unstable. I decided to leave her alone. Getting out of the shower I dried myself slowly then went to check the cameras. Thuy was making love to Alima, who was tossing fitfully, the welts still visible on her skin. Mei was with them, holding the Vietnamese girl as she burrowed her head between Alima's legs. As I watched Mei spanked Thuy lightly. Although the angle was wrong I could see Mei's other hand worming between Thuy's ass cheeks, penetrating one of Thuy's openings. In Melinda's room moans and cries came continuously over the camera's microphone. The lights were out and the sensitive camera could catch only vague hints of movement. There was no sign of Rachel, although I didn't doubt she was there, listening. Gina and Sherry were making love to each other, in a classic lesbian 69, with the smaller white girl laying on top of the larger and heavier black girl. Sherry was facing the camera, shoving a dildo up Gina's asshole as she licked her pussy. Satisfied that everything was going well I shut down the cameras and went to bed. After a few minutes I heard the shower shut off. I was ready to fall asleep when Tara slipped into bed next to me. "I'm sorry, master. Please don't be angry with me." Tara said quietly, timidly. "This has all been too much for me." "Go to sleep, fairie queen." I murmurred, too contented to even move, drifting on the edge of sleep. "Tomorrow's another day. Good night." I closed my eyes. I felt Tara's lips brush my cheek. "Good night." She whispered in my ear. "Master." I felt her weight shift the bed, then before I knew it I was asleep. Chapter 34 Aftermath I woke to the feel of a woman's mouth engulfing my cock. In that twilight zone between dreaming and waking I just let it continue, enchanted, wondering idly who it could be. As the warm damp mouth eased up and down my penis I began to wake up. I was laying half curled on my side as I was wont to sleep. I could feel hair tickling my belly. Opening my eyes revealed a shape huddled at my middle, white flesh gleaming in the darkness. As my senses sharpened and the fog of dreams lifted I remembered where I was and who was making love to me. Tara didn't realize I was awake, she continued her slow blow job undisturbed. Moving slowly, careful not to attract notice, I let my eyes wander to the clock on the bedside table. 5:26 AM I smiled, debating whether to come in her mouth or chain her and fuck her ass. Tara's easy fellatio was very nice, but hadn't been going on long enough to force a decision. I was hard, but not ready to come, and the pace of her cock sucking wouldn't endanger me any time soon. I let the blow job go on for another five minutes, wondering why Tara had decided to do this. She probably had never tasted a man's prick before, although she wasn't bad, especially for a beginner. "Good morning, slave girl." I said. Tara jumped, nipping me very slightly. She pulled away rapidly. "Stretch out on your stomach." I ordered her. She didn't move for a second. Then she slowly obeyed me. I got the jar of vaseline I kept in the drawer for just such an emergency and moved between Tara's wide spread legs. "You remembered! Very good, slave girl." I said, pleased. Taking a dollop of vaseline I greased my cock with it. Tara didn't move as I slowly mounted her. She stirred uneasily as I pressed my cockhead between her cheeks. "It's lower down, master." She said softly. "You're too high." "I would be if I were going to fuck your cunt." I agreed, sliding my hands under to let her small breasts nestle in my hands. She sighed as I squeezed gently. "I'd like to feel your cock inside me." She said. "Please fuck me." "I'm about to." I said, pressing slightly. Tara squirmed under me. "Master, that's not my pussy!" She protested, completely unaware of my real intent. "I know." I said. "I'm not going to fuck your pussy, I'm going to shove my prick up your asshole." Tara lay quietly, trying to make sense of what I'd just said. I illustrated my point by thrusting firmly. Tara gasped, not really understanding I was going to fuck her in the ass. Confused, she did nothing but yelp when the head of my cock forced its way past her anus. "What are you doing?" She cried in disbelief. "Stop it, it hurts!" She began to struggle under me. I squeezed her nipples as hard as I could, making her freeze in shock. I took advantage of her distraction to shove almost a quarter of my length into her. Tara sobbed, laying still. I paused, letting her get used to the feel of me in her ass. She didn't fight me as I slipped half way in without much resistance. She was tight, but that was only to be expected of a virgin. "What are you doing?" She repeated, her sobs wracking her. "God, it hurts, please, please take it out!" But she didn't fight me as I forced another quarter length into her. With a final heave I managed to press the base of my cock against her crack, my pubic hairs flattening against her body. "You're really tight." I gasped, letting one hand move to her cunt. She didn't say anything, just sobbed and laid still. I gently ran my fingers over her cunt, feeling the dampness there. She groaned as I slipped one finger over her clit. "Master, it hurts, please take it out." She begged, laying quietly. I didn't say anything, but laid still, playing lightly with her cunt. Slowly her sobs quieted and she was still. At exactly ten till six I started to move. The slow in and out soon relaxed Tara's asshole to the point she didn't complain any more. She didn't enjoy what I was doing, but she didn't fight me, letting me rape her asshole. Even relaxed her asshole was tight. I paused to relubricate myself, and her, drawing out to do so. She clamped down instantly, going limp with relief. Her moan was partly pain, partly pleasure as I relentlessly forced my penis into her clenching rosebud. As her rape continued Tara seemed to resign herself, she relaxed just a bit. My approaching orgasm made me thrust harder, making her groan. But the increased pace seemed to excite her, and she actually rose to meet me as she felt the fire spew into her ass. I let my weight fall on her, pressing her into the bed as wave after wave of ecstasy raked through me with silken claws. When it was over and I got soft, pulling out of her even as I hugged her. "You didn't like it." I said, pulling us into a spoon position on our sides. "It hurt." She said softly. "It was only just before you came that I started to like it." "There'll be lots of time to enjoy it." I promised her. "You may really like it once you get used to it." "I'll never get used to that." She said shuddering. Glancing at the clock I noticed it was a little after six. "Listen, Tara, we should go clean up. I have to release Melinda and you're coming with me." "Yes, master." "Not anymore." I said. "It's after six, and you're free till six tonight. She laughed bitterly, but followed me to the bathroom. Once we were clean, but still naked, we went to Melinda's room. Rachel was just removing the Cucumber from Melinda when we got there. The Phillipino girl was either asleep or unconscious in her chains. I helped Rachel free her. "How did it go?" I asked the Apache girl in a low voice. "She got quiet around four A.M." Rachel replied, equally softly. "I checked her every ten minutes. Her heartbeat is still strong and regular. I think she's asleep from exhaustion. I'm ready to keel over myself." "Thank you, Rachel. Go get some rest. We'll leave Melinda to wake up in her own time. Poor shy thing. It was harder on her than I expected." We left Melinda and split up to get dressed for breakfast. When I got downstairs Thuy greeted me cheerfully. "How's Alima?" I asked, snagging a piece of toast. "She'll be sore for a couple of days, but otherwise fine." Thuy replied. "She and Mei should be down soon." "Was Mei putting her fingers in your cunt or ass when she was spanking you last night?" I asked, curiously. Thuy blushed. "Both, actually. Were you watching?" "Only a minute or two. Hey, this is good. What is it?" Thuy peered at the jar. "Apple-raspberry?" She said doubtfully. "Where'd that come from?" We were interrupted by Sherry coming in. She gobbled her breakfast and left, not wanting to miss the bus. The other girls straggled in until only Melinda and Rachel were missing. Tara's appearance brought a spontaneous round of applause that made the red-haired girl blush. Surprizingly it was the normally sad Gina that got Tara smiling and laughing. Mei seemed the slightest bit subdued this morning, especially when she looked at Tara. That worried me, I'd come to depend on Mei's cheerful disposition. After breakfast I told Mei to take Tara into the library and go over the house rules with her. She went, reluctantly it seemed, but obedient. Tara didn't look too happy about it either. I hoped they would work it out without violence, I'd had enough of that already. The rest of the morning was spent quietly reading. With all the hustle and bustle of the harem it was good to curl up with a book in the living room and get into some slapstick comedic fantasy. The other girls scattered for the four winds, I didn't see anyone until Tara and Mei found me about eleven. "Master, I want to apologize." Mei said, gracefully kneeling to me, her head bowed. "I've been acting like a fool. Please forgive me." "For what?" I asked, surprized. "For treating one of my harem sisters so meanly." "Well," I waffled. "Let's just say there was a misunderstanding. Apologize to Tara, if you feel you need to." "I already have." She said, rising. "I'm sorry too." Tara said. She would have knelt but Mei restrained her, shaking her head. "You aren't a handmaiden, Tara. Free women don't kneel to him." Her voice was just the slightest bit censorous. Tara didn't react to Mei's tone, which surprized me. I studied the two of them curiously. I could sense the active hostility and fear had ended between them, but there was still something of an armed truce. More work for Rachel. "Tara, I'd like to take you on a shopping trip." I said. "Are you willing?" "That depends." Tara said cautiously. I winked at Mei, who suddenly caught on. She smiled. Was it my imagination, or was it not as warm as it might be? "Has Mei told you about the estate car yet?" I asked. Tara nodded. "Well, it's time you had one. And I know just the one for you. We'll go into town and pick it up." "Um, Mei said that the girls pick out their own cars?" Tara asked tentatively. I nodded. "Ordinarily, yes. But you're a special case. Don't worry, you won't end up with a Yugo. Trust me." "Trust you." The willowy red-head broke into helpless laughter. It went on for a long time before she could control herself. Finally, one hand on her belly, she managed to pause long enough to say. "Just don't put me in a station wagon!" It must have been a private joke because Tara started laughing again. Continued in part 22