From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:10:31 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!europa.clark.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: THE LOTTERY 40/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:10:31 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 517 Message-ID: <5h7fn7$42d@sjx-ixn3.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 7:10:31 PM PST 1997 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."  From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:11:31 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: THE LOTTERY 41/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:11:31 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 473 Message-ID: <5h7fp3$bej@dfw-ixnews12.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 9:11:31 PM CST 1997 "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. ------------------------  From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:12:29 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: THE LOTTERY 42/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:12:29 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 515 Message-ID: <5h7fqt$jdp@sjx-ixn5.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 7:12:29 PM PST 1997 Chapter 35 The Salesman Who Came To Dinner "I can't drive this!" Tara exclaimed, amazement warring with dismay. "I'll kill myself before the day's out!" We were standing in the Dodge dealer's parking lot, looking at the wildest piece of engineering Chrysler's ever dared order from Mitsubishi. The gleaming black car crouched like some exotic jungle cat. Every curving line screamed speed, the four massive tires promised grip that neither rain nor sleet nor dark of night would break. It looked like one of Detroit's dream cars. "This one, or none." I said, firmly. "You want to run, there's nothing short of the 959 that will ever catch you. Besides, every spy should have a car like this." Tara blushed. "I won't run." She said quietly. Hesitantly, she touched the metal, running one translucent hand over the mirror finish. "I guess a test drive wouldn't hurt." Smiling, I waved one of the salesmen over. They'd been lurking in the background, pathetically eager to pounce, held in check only by the brusque way I'd treated the first one. That worthy came striding quickly enough, scenting money. "The lady would like a test drive." I said. The keys appeared in his hand like magic. Tara and the salesman were gone before a dozen heartbeats, the Stealth moving slow and easy as Tara timidly tried the controls. Tara's return was a good deal more confident, the car gliding to a quick and easy stop. The dickering on the Stealth's thirty-thousand dollar price tag was neither quick nor easy, in the end I had to pay sticker for the car. Tara was on pins and needles the whole time. She sighed in relief as the check was handed over. I gave her the keys and told her to be back no later than six o'clock. Wordlessly she left. "Mind if I ask you a question?" Brian (the salesman) asked me. "No." "Well, it's just that, uh, well, you've been buying a lot of cars in the last two weeks." He hesitated, unsure of how to continue. I made encouraging noises, intrigued. "Salesmen love to talk." He said, shrugging apologetically. "I've heard some pretty wild stories. I was wondering if they're true." "That depends on the stories." I said drily. "Exactly what have you heard?" "Hey, no offense, you know? But, well-" "Go on." I said. "I've heard that every time you buy a car you've got a different girl with you. And every one of them's been a real stunner." I cocked my head, studying him. He seemed to regret his question. "Show me your left hand." I said suddenly. Confused he held it up. "Palm downward." I clarified. He did so. I began to laugh suddenly. "Care to let me in on it?" He asked, obviously nettled. "I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight." I said. "What's your favorite dish?" "Excuse me?" He said blankly. "I'd like to invite you for dinner. At the estate. What's your favorite kind of food?" "Uh, chicken and dumplings." He answered, more or less automatically. "I'm flattered, Mr Reiner. But why?" "I have my reasons." I said, grinning. "Will you come?" "Uh, sure." He said. I'd quite deliberately backed him into a corner. There was no polite way for him to refuse, especially when I hadn't given him time to think. "What time would be convenient?" I asked. "Seven o'clock?" He suggested helplessly. "Seven it is then. Dinner'll be casual, no ties allowed. Do you know where Raven's Wing is?" When he shook his head I gave him directions. "That's your place?" He whistled. "Nice. Very nice." "I like it. We'll be expecting you at seven." I rose. "We?" He asked, shaking my hand. I just grinned at him and winked. I left one very puzzled and curious man there. I stopped at the first pay phone I came across. "Raven's Wing estate." Mei's voice answered the phone. "Hi beautiful. Let me talk to Thuy, would you?" "Yes, master." A few moments later Thuy came on. "Yes, master?" "Do you know how to make chicken and dumplings?" I asked. "Of course. Why?" "We have a guest coming for dinner. What will you need me to pick up?" There was silence as Thuy made a mental list. I made her repeat it twice so I could jot it down. "Put Mei back on, would you?" "Hello?" "Hi. I'll be home in about an hour. I'd like you to assemble the handmaidens for a serious meeting. Sherry'll need to be briefed when she gets home. If Tara gets home before the meeting she should be included too." "What's going on, master?" Mei's voice betrayed her interest. "Tell you when I get home." I promised. "Bye." "Good-bye, master." I chuckled, thinking of how the girls' curiosity would grow over the next hour. I had no plans for the next half hour so I spent it idly window shopping, just to give them something to stew over. I deliberately dwadled on the way home, arriving only a couple of minutes before the hour was up. When I got there only Tara and Sherry were missing. The rest of the girls were assembed in the living room. Their expressions ranged from uneasy to eager. I strolled in, smiling faintly and settled in my favorite chair. "Good afternoon, master." Mei greeted me. It was as close as she'd allow herself to questioning me about the reason for the meeting. "Sherry should be home any minute, would you like begin without her or wait?" "We'll wait, I think." I said. Humming idly I buffed my fingernails on my shirt, admiring the way the light played over them. I couldn't keep from smiling. I made a small bet with myself. "Well, master, what are you up to?" Alima asked, unable to contain herself. I paid myself off, grinning inwardly. "Oh, about five foot ten." I replied carelessly. Gina surprized me with a short bark of laughter. "You know what I mean." Alima retorted in exhasperation. "Come on, give!" "I'd have thought I gave you enough, last night." I said mildly. Alima paled and the room grew tense. I held up my hand in apology. "My apologies, Alima. I shouldn't joke about that. Are you all right?" "Uh, sure." She said in confusion. "Still a bit sore, but you didn't draw blood anywhere, if that's what you mean." I noticed Melinda tense just a bit, staring at the arabic girl for just a moment before looking away. "I'm glad. Melinda, are you ok?" The phillipino girl nodded. "Are you sure?" She nodded again. Our tableau was broken by the sound of the front door opening. "I'm home!" Sherry called. "In here, Sherry!" I called. The teenager appeared in the doorway, clutching her books. "What's going on?" She demanded. "Harem business. Grab a chair." Curious, the girl obeyed. "Now that we're all assembled, ladies, I have an annoucement." Every girl straightened, paying attention. "Tonight, perhaps, one of you will be loaned to a complete stranger." The bombshell had the desired effect, instant bedlam. I shouted to restore quiet, and got it. "Let me explain, please. I've invited a man named Brian Jeffers to dinner tonight. After dinner I'm going to let him pick one of you to spend the night with. Whoever gets picked belongs to him for the night, totally, and has to do whatever he wants. If she doesn't please him I'll punish her the next morning." "Who is he?" Alima burst out. "The salesman who sold me Tara's car." I said. "He asked me why I have a different girl with me every time I buy a car. I decided to show him. Sit down, Alima, I'm not finished." Guiltily the dark-haired girl did so. "Now, I've told all of you that this would happen sooner or later. Mei, Rachel, Thuy, and Alima, you're in this up to your pretty little eyebrows, I'm not giving you a choice. You'll play in this lottery. Sherry, Gina, and Melinda, you can refuse if you like, and no hard feelings." "Why us and not them?" Sherry asked. "You were a hooker, Sherry. This is old hat to you. I'd rather not raise any painful memories. Gina, you're still not as secure in your slavery as I'd like, the same goes for you Melinda. And after last night I imagine you're too sore to feel like it anyway." "I'm in." Gina said firmly. "It sounds like a blast." "I too." Melinda said quietly. "I am your slave, master. Do not concern yourself." "You sure, Melinda?" I said doubtfully. "You're so shy I'd think you wouldn't enjoy it." "I want to please you, master. I forbid you nothing." "If you're sure." I said hesitantly. "I am sure." "Well, shit." Sherry said disgustedly. "I'm supposed to be the pro around here. What's one more fuck? Count me in." "No, I don't think so." I said thoughtfully. "I think, Sherry, I'm going to forbid you." "Why?" There was just a hint of relief in her voice. "Because it would be just one more fuck for you." I said. "Every time you submit I want it to be more than that. You've earned it." And our professional prostitute blushed. Mei smiled warmly at the teen. "Obey our master, Sherry." She coaxed. "Ok." Sherry said meekly. There were expressions of approval from everyone else, even Melinda smiled. "What about Tara?" Rachel asked suddenly. "Tara gets to choose too. I doubt very much if she'll be interested." I said. "If this had happend three months from now, I don't think I'd exclude anyone, not even Sherry. Be warned. But also." And I broke into a radiant smile. "I want to thank each one of you who chose to participate. And especially you, Sherry. I know what it took." "You're embarassing me." Sherry mumbled. I laughed. "I want all of you to go and make yourselves as beautiful as you can. I want Brian's eyes to pop when he meets you. Hurry now!" "What about dinner, master?" Thuy asked, ever practical. "Can you do both by seven o'clock?" "Yes." "Then do it." I smiled. She leaped after the others who were already out the door. I must admit I was nervous too. Would the girl Brian picked find out she liked him better than me? Would he be discreet or a blabber-mouth? What if the girl he picked had such a bad time she'd decide to leave? Arrogant puppy, aren't I? As though I was the only man who could please a woman. Forsooth! Tara got back at fifteen till six. She seemed nervous. "Can I talk to you in private?" She asked. I looked around me in exaggerated curiousity. Thuy was in the kitchen, out of ear shot, and the other girls were still primping. I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively. Tara rolled her eyes and pulled me to the library. Shutting the door she started to pace. I settled in one of the more comfortable chairs and watched her. "I had a meeting with my boss." She blurted. "And?" I prompted, watching her. "He wanted to know why I've been out of contact." She said. "Really. What did you tell him?" "That the bug he gave me wasn't worth shit." Tara said in disgust. I blinked, I think that's the first time Tara had ever used the word. "And he said?" I asked, fascinated. "He called somebody and chewed them out for fifteen minutes. Before I left they gave me another bug, they said it would work as long as I was within half a mile of a repeater." "You're wearing it now?" I asked. She shook her head. "I resigned." She said. I sat up straight, shocked. "You did what? " I asked in disbelief. "Tara, my beautiful fairie queen, you didn't!" "Damn right I did. I very carefully and distinctly told Mr Moore exactly what I thought about the FBI, what he could do with his hidden microphones and spy games, and I told him where he could go if he didn't like it." "I handed over my gun and stormed out of his office. It was a lovely scene. I jumped in the car and burned rubber for half a block." "Oh my god!" I couldn't help laughing, despite the serious implications of Tara's impetuousness. "That's outrageous! I love it! But you know they'll be quicker than the IRS at an audit, don't you? We won't be able to breath without stumbling over some secret agent type. They'll be hanging from the trees." "I don't think so." Tara said quietly. "There was a back-up wire." Somebody turned on an ice-maker down my backbone. "Back-up wire?" I asked carefully. "To a tape. Our whole conversation, from the scene in the library to my talk with you was recorded. I gave it to my boss just before I stormed out." "I-see." My brain kicked into overdrive, trying to remember if anyone had said anything incriminating. I didn't think they had, but I couldn't remember. "So what now, Tara?" I asked softly. She looked at her feet a moment, then met my gaze. "I'd like to be your slave girl-master. If you'll have me." "Welcome home, my fairie queen." I said softly. "Be welcome here forever." She came and sat in my lap, hugging me hard. Being shorter than she was I found the embrace awkward but very nice. "Tara." I said, pushing her away slightly. She sat up and smiled down at me. "Something's happening tonight." "What?" "Something you might want to avoid. This one night I give you the choice." "What is it?" She asked curiously. I hesitated. "I can take it." She said, squaring her shoulders bravely. I raised an eyebrow. "You remember the man who sold us the Stealth?" "Yes. Oh, it's a wonderful car! Thank you." Tara said, hugging me again. "You're welcome. Anyway, you remember him?" "Yes." "He's coming to dinner. After dinner I'm going to let him take a girl to her room." "You mean-" Her eyes widened. I nodded. "You want out, I'll understand. This time. But there will be other times." She bit her lip. "If I-play-he'll probably pick me, won't he?" Vanity, thy name is woman. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?" I asked. Tara blushed. "Well, I mean, he knows me, sort of, and, well-" She trailed off in confusion. "You may have a point. But the rest of the girls are playing. Except Sherry. She would have, but I forbade her." "Why?" As curious as a cat, our Tara. "Because she used to be a prostitute." I said bluntly. "Sherry? But she's so-uh." Tara stopped herself, too late. "Young?" I asked. She nodded. "Sherry's sixteen. Which, by the by, is legal here in South Carolina. When she came here she'd been a hooker for two years. Once you get to know her better you might ask her about it." "I thought all your girls were virgins." Tara asked. "All except Sherry. I've got a feeling the two of you might get along pretty well." "Why?" Tara's voice sharpened and her eyes narrowed. "You're both reluctant slaves." I said, surprized by her tone. "Oh." She seemed embarrassed. "Sorry. I thought you were-never mind. Listen, I really don't think I can handle this. Can I take a rain check?" "This time. " I said. "But there will be other times. That's part of your slavery. "I understand. What am I supposed to do?" "About tonight? Hmm. Sherry will probably have homework, or I'd have her talk with you. Our library's very nice. Or you might go for a walk. Or watch T.V. with the other girls. If he picks Thuy you might spend the night with me. Or with Rachel." She blushed furiously. I laughed. "Tara, I'm teasing. There's plenty to do. Have fun. But I do want you to look your best, even if you don't want to play. Dinner's at seven o'clock, come as you are." "Thank you." She kissed me, an artless gesture totally at odds with her exotic demeanor. I felt a wave of affection for the elfin qeen cum secret agent. "See you at dinner." I said, touching her face. She paused at the door, half turned as though to speak, then slipped quietly out the door. Promptly at seven o'clock the gate buzzer announced our guest. The girls hovered nervously about. Even calm, collected Mei Ling was having a genteel case of the jitters. The harem was stunning, each girl had made herself a showcase. Even Sherry and Tara, who weren't playing, looked mouth-watering. The over- all effect was sexy but in a very tasteful manner. Not one of the girls showed cleavage, but there was no doubt each was a vibrant exciting woman. Little Thuy won top honors in my book. She'd fixed her waist-length hair to fall down over one shoulder in a raven waterfall. Her dress was black, not very short, but thin. It showed her delicate curves in understated perfection. Not even the beautiful Mei Ling outshone her tonight. She was in her Quiet mood, all banked fire and gentle breezes. Rachel too, was an eyefull. She'd braided her hair with one of the silk scarves I'd used to bind her with last night, letting the brilliant colors of the scarf display against the loose night black of her tresses. She wore jeans and a white blouse, not trying for sophistication, which she wasn't used to, but rather a simple look that said: this is all me. And so it went. Alima, cool and elegant, Mei Ling beautiful and warm, Gina serene and dignified. And shy Melinda, the orchid among roses. Tara, my elfin qeen. And last but not least, Sherry, tonight a delightful mystery. The mood was hard to describe, at once solemn and yet eager, mysterious but not forbidding. Each girl met my eyes without reservation, whatever came tonight they'd accept eagerly. When the doorbell rang I answered it. Brian Jeffers stood on the porch, looking slightly uneasy. "Good evening." I greeted him. "Evening, Mr. Reiner. Hope I'm not late." He said. "Right on time. Come on in." I led him into the living room where the girls waited. They rose politely as we entered. I swear Brian's breath stopped for a full minute. I know mine would have. "Brian Jeffers, I'd like to introduce you to my staff. I believe you've already met Tara." "H-hello, ladies." He swallowed hard. I'll bet he was glad I'd insisted on no ties. "Brian, this is the chatelaine of Raven's Wing, Mei Ling Wu." I said. Mei came forward and extended her hand. Caught off guard Brian hesitated a moment before taking it. In a gesture of pure Southern courtesy he bowed and kissed her hand. She smiled at him, warmly. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Brian. Call me Mei." "Ma'am." He said. "And let me introduce Moonlight's Laughter, the estate couciller." Mei said, right at home with the formal courtesies. Rachel came forward in an almost agressive stride. She smiled but didn't offer her hand. "Miz Laughter." Brian said a little uncertainly. "I answer better to Rachel." The Apache girl said. "Moonlight's Laughter is my tribal name." "Tribal name?" Brian asked, sensing he was out of his depth. "Rachel is a full blooded Apache indian." I explained. "Now may I introduce my ward, Sherry Reiner." Sherry moved easily, not in her habitual swinging stride, but in a more sedate pace, reminiscent of Ante Bellum plantations. "Charmed." She said, drawing the word into two syllables. "Likewise, Miss Sherry." Sherry offered her hand, which Brian accepted and bowed over. He did not, I notice, kiss it. How wonderfully strange the nuances of custom and the politeness of form.  From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:13:01 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST: THE LOTTERY 43/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:13:01 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 501 Message-ID: <5h7frt$lbi@dfw-ixnews5.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 9:13:01 PM CST 1997 "Here is Thuy Li Min, the estate chef." Mei said. Delicate, doll-like Thuy moved forward and bowed gracefully to our guest, her hair almost brushing the floor. "You honor us, Mr Jeffers." Thuy said in her clear quiet voice. "No ma'am, you honor me." Brian demurred. He gave Thuy a full bow, southern style. "May I introduce Alima Jahrain, the estate financial officer." I said, having to smile. "Brian." Alima nodded her head, cool and composed. If she were a blond she'd be an Ice Princess. As it was the coolness wasn't offputting, it was just invigorating, like a fall afternoon. She gave him a bold appraising look. "Ma'am." He nodded back. "And this is Gina Washington, the estate groundskeeper." Mei said. Gina was as tranquil as a garden pool. It made her every motion beautiful to watch. "Mr Jeffers." "Miss Washington." Brian took the hand she offered and kissed it. Gina smiled, still strangely calm. I liked her better this way than her normal moroseness, but it was puzzling. "May I introduce Mei's executive assistant, Melinda Orli." I said, smiling at the Phillipino girl. She came forward shyly, like a fawn. As was her wont she said nothing, merely smiled and nodded. Brian bowed to her. "Miss Melinda, I'm pleased to meet you." "And I believe you know Tara O'Keefe." I said. The tall red-head smiled at him. "I surely do, Mr Reiner. And it was a real pleasure, meeting her." Brian returned Tara's smile. "Shall we move on to dinner then? Are you hungry, Mr Jeffers?" I asked, leading the way to the dining room." "Very." Brian said. "But call me Brian." "And call me Paul." I offered. The girls quickly set out the supper, which was superb, as always. They kept up the conversation with Brian, leaving me to enjoy my food in silence. When supper was finished, with a lovely cream pudding, I rang my glass with my spoon. "Ladies, shall we retire to the library to give Brian his present?" I asked. There were several giggles at the look on Brian's face. "Mr Reiner, I don't understand." Brian said. "Begging your pardon, but I haven't understood anything since you invited me to dinner." "Call me Paul." I said, laughing. "And you'll understand soon enough. Come along. Ladies?" As a group we moved to the library. Sherry quietly slipped away. I noticed Tara stop Mei as I entered the library. To my surprize, both girls slipped in, Tara closing the door. Mei came and leaned over, whispering in my ear. "Tara wants to play." Surprized, my eyes darted to the red-head. She nodded. I nodded to Mei who moved away to join the group of girls who were facing both Brian and I. "Brian, we have a tradition at Raven's WIng." I said. "Pick one." I gestured to the girls. "Excuse me?" Brian said, not understanding. "Pick one." I repeated, waving my arm to include the girls. "A book?" He asked, still refusing to understand. "A girl." I said softly. "A-girl?" He asked, eyes widening. His attention darted to the half dozen girls arrayed in front of us. "For what?" "Pick one." I repeated again, refusing to explain. "Whoever you like best." "Um, gee that's a tough one. They're all beautiful." He said. Each of the girls smiled in appreciation of the compliment. His eyes wandered over each girl slowly. As he examined her, the girl would smile at him, urging him silently to pick her. It was very stimulating to watch. "Miss Jahrain." He said finally. Alima's eyes widened in surprize. I motioned her forward. She came to stand before me. "Do you do this willingly?" I asked her. She nodded. "Then go kneel before your master." I pointed at the floor in front of Brian. Obediently, Alima did so. Brian stared down at her in shock. "You wanted to know the truth, Brian." I said mildly, enjoying his discomfiture. "Never ask a question you don't want to have answered. Alima belongs to you tonight. Within the bounds of this house, until dawn tomorrow, she is your property. You can do anything you like to her, short of injury. I ask only that you use a condom if you decide to make love to her. She'll show you to her room. Have fun." "Master?" Alima looked up at Brian submissively. He looked ready to have a heart attack. "This is a gag, right?" He asked desperately. "You're not serious, right?" "Very serious. Let me know if she displeases you. She's not the most obedient of my handmaidens, she occasionally needs to be punished." "Jesus H. Christ." He breathed. "You are serious!" He looked down at girl kneeling with bowed head at his feet. "Of course, if you'd like to change your mind, you can still pick another girl." I said mildly. "Uh, no, she's fine. I mean-" He shook his head. "You're serious? Anything I want?" "Anything at all. Just don't injure her, and if you have sex with her please use a condom. If she resists, just take her to the basement. We have a full dungeon there." "Jesus!" He swore again. Alima waited patiently, head bowed. "Anything?" He asked again. "Anything." I agreed. "Even kinky stuff?" "Of course." "Jesus!" He nibbled his lower lip. Finally he shook his head. "Damn, I can't pass up a chance like this!" Reaching down he pulled Alima to her feet. She didn't resist. "Alima." I said. "Yes, master." She asked. "Whatever he wants. Understand?" "Yes, my lord." She bowed her head, leading him away. "What a rush!" Gina said, when the door closed. The other girls shared her sentiments, each one's eyes sparkled and their movements were abrupt. Mercurial Thuy had abandoned her Quiet mood, her energy pulsing almost visibly around her. "I don't know whether to be disappointed or relieved." Tara said, shaking her head. Melinda smiled at the red-head. "I too. I don't know what I would have done if he'd picked me." "Wonder how Alima's going to react?" I mused, curious. "And how Brian's going to react." "She'll be ok, won't she?" Gina asked worriedly. "I mean, we don't know this guy. He wouldn't hurt her, would he?" "I doubt it." I said. I hesitated. "Still, it might not be a bad idea to keep a discreet ear on things. Mei, would you mind monitoring Alima tonight? You can use my room." "Won't that disturb you, master?" Mei asked. "No. I believe it's Thuy's turn tonight. We'll sleep in her room." Thuy beamed at me. I gathered her up and bid the other girls goodnight. That night I neither bound Thuy, nor did so much as spank her. After last night's fireworks I was in the mood for a long slow gentle love making. Thuy's vocal encouragements excited me so much I had to stop several times to recover. Even so it lasted far too short a time. Contented, we fell asleep in each other's arms. Chapter 36 Teresa Sleeping in someone's arms all night is guaranteed to make you stiff the next morning. So I wasn't surprized when muscles complained as I tried to move. Thuy had had it better, she ended up with her back to me, spoon fashion. We had a leisurely shower and got down to find the other girls already in the kitchen. They'd made breakfast. Thuy took the ribbing good naturedly, even joking it was about time somebody else cooked her breakfast. Alima was the center of conversation. Brian had left late last night, and the girls were pressing her for details. She just smiled in smug satisfaction and wouldn't say a word. "Good morning, Alima." I said. "How was it?" "Very nice. But he wasn't my type." Alima said. I cocked my head. "And just what is your type?" "You are." She stood on tip-toe and gave me a quick kiss. The others laughed at my silly grin. "Did Brian behave himself?" I asked Mei, who nodded. Alima looked between us and thought about getting angry. "We wanted to make sure he didn't hurt you, Alima." I said softly. "Your safety is my first priority." It took the wind out of her sails. "Thank you, master." She said quietly. "I won't forget again." Before I could ask what she meant Socks jumped up on me to be petted. Distracted, I let the matter drop. Teresa was due in at noon. Mei organized the girls and had her room ready by the time I left to pick her up. Teresa's plane was late so I spent some time wandering around the airport. Although I always wanted to learn to fly somehow I never had. But the planes were beautiful and I spent a half hour lost with them. When her plane finally arrived I left the other planes almost regretfully. But my regret was short-lived. Have you ever looked up the word beautiful? It means having qualities that delight the eye. Teresa did that and no mistake. I've said that Mei Ling Wu was literally the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen, and that is true. But Teresa was absolutely nipping at Mei's heels. As she came toward me carrying her luggage the first thing I noticed was her face, more specifically her eyes. They were large and bright, drawing the observer's attention like iron to a magnet. As she recognized me she smiled in greeting. I can't help drawing parallels between Mei and Teresa. Teresa's skin is much lighter than Mei's, and while her hair is the same color, it's cut in a page style to Mei's fuller cut. But the two girls had the same kind of smile, sort of "I'm really glad to see you". And despite the fact that Teresa was Latin, and Mei Chinese they might have been sisters. Of course neither girl would think so if I suggested it. And their personalities are totally different, but I'm trying to relate my first impressions. Impressions that in Teresa's case were totally wrong. "Hi." I said, grinning "Hello." Her voice was low and strong. She put down her luggage and extended her hand. I shook it gravely, feeling her nails graze my skin. Glancing down I almost did a double take. "My, what long claws you have, Teresa." I said, gently raising her hand to examine it. Her nails were an inch long, curved and very strong looking. She'd trimmed them so they really did resemble claws. "The better to protect myself, Mr Wolf." She said coolly. "Oops." I said, feeling my face redden. "I've offended you, haven't I? My apologies, Teresa." She sighed. "Do you know how many times I've heard that same corny joke? I might as well get it over with. Yes, they're real. I wear them this way because I think they make me prettier. Satisfied?" "I didn't ask." I protested mildly, nettled by her abruptness. "And I apologize again for my rudeness." My voice must have shown some irritation because Teresa frowned. "I'm getting off on the wrong foot, aren't I? Let's start over again. My name is Teresa Guzman. I'm tired, and I'm hungry, and I'm airsick from that little plane. And to tell you the truth I'm more than a little scared. I must look a fright." She ran her fingers through her hair. "You look beautiful." I said and meant it. "My name is Paul Reiner. I'm a rude and thoughtless host. Would you like to go somewhere and sit down? Maybe have a little something to settle your stomach?" "That would be wonderful." Teresa said gratefully. "I'm sorry, but I really don't feel very well. If I could sit still for a while I think I'd feel better." "Then by all means. Allow me." I picked up her bags. "Let's put these in the car then we'll go to the airport's snack bar." Teresa followed me to the car, then to the restaurant. "I'm sorry I snapped at you." She said after we'd sat down at the table. "No problem." I said, smiling. "When I feel sick like that I don't suffer fools gladly either. And they do." "Pardon me?" Teresa asked, puzzled "Make you look prettier. What would you like to drink?" "Maybe a small Sprite?" Teresa suggested. "I still don't understand." "Your fingernails. They make you look more exotic, even dangerous." "I'm about as dangerous as a two day old kitten." She managed a small smile. "Let me get you that Sprite." I said. While I was at it I got one for myself. When I gave it to her she drank a mouthful, disdaining the straw. "I'm glad Lucinda can't see me now." She confided. "Who's Lucinda?" I asked, sucking a mouthful of pop. "My roommate. I'd never live down getting airsick." "Why? A lot of people do." "Not me." She shook her head. "And I spend a lot of time in little airplanes like that one. Of course there was a lot of turbulence." "You spend a lot of time in small planes?" I asked interestedly. "How come?" "I do a lot of skydiving." She said. "You mean you jump out of airplanes?" I said, surprized. "I didn't know that." "There's a lot about me you don't know." She glanced around, lowering her voice even though there weren't a lot of people around. "I want to be your slave very much, Mr Reiner. But I have to be honest with you. I'm scared. A lot. I can just see me making a fool of myself." "And that frightens you?" I asked sympathetically. She nodded. "Don't worry, Teresa. Everybody makes mistakes. That's how we learn. And as long as we're being honest with one another, what makes you think you're the only one who's going to make mistakes?" "I don't see what you're driving at." She said with a shake of her head. "I already made one mistake since we've met. No, two." "Two?" "I made that stupid joke about your fingernails and-" I paused, not sure how to put it delicately. "And?" She prompted me. She took another sip, then belched softly. "Excuse me!" She put her hand over her mouth and looked embarassed. I smiled. "And I made the mistake of thinking you'd be just like Mei." "Who's Mei?" "Mei Ling. You'll meet her when we get home. You look something like her. I apologize for thinking you'd be just like her. I did you a great disservice." "Um, ok." She smiled. "I feel better now, we can go if you like." "I'm glad." I said. "And I'm sorry I was cross with you." After we'd been driving for a few minutes Teresa suddenly spoke up. "You're different than I expected." "What did you expect?" "I don't know. Somebody very stern and sinister-looking. A Nazi type. You're really very nice." "Danke, Fraulein!" I glanced at her. "But flattery vill get you nein! Ve hav vays of making you talk!" Teresa giggled. "Oh please, please! I'll talk, I'll talk! Anything but that!" And she broke down in a fit of relieved laughter, the tension draining from her. "Thank you." She said finally, wiping her eyes. "I needed that. What is it going to be like, really?" "If you find out, let me know, will you?" I said half-seriously. She glanced at me sharply. "You won't tell me?" "I can't." I shook my head. "Look, it isn't at all how I thought it would be either. I know the other girls like it, but I can't tell you what it's like for them. I can barely tell you what it's like for me." "Ok." I caught her staring at me expectantly. "What?" I asked, smiling. "Tell me what it's like for you." "Um. That's a tall order. Let's see." I pondered, wondering how I should say it. "Well, it's different." "Come on!" She snorted a laugh. "I know that! You can't have a harem without it being different." "I know, I know. It's just that, well, I had this vision of a harem of beautiful women, you know? Nothing definite, sort of an Arabian Nights kind of thing. Gauzy silks, and gold chains and all that stuff. It was always this picture of a bunch of beautiful women laying about an indoor pool. That's all. You know?" "Uh huh. I always see that when I think about owning a harem." Teresa said dryly. I glanced sideways at her. "Sarcasm. I like that. Anyway, now if somebody told me I had a harem I'd just look at them blankly. Because it isn't like that. Sure, I'm going to have a dozen beautiful women as sex slaves, but I don't think of them as a harem anymore. Not as a group." "I don't understand." Teresa said, a frown furrowing her brows. "I'm not very good at explaining." I apologized. "I can't see them as a group, only as individuals. It isn't "the harem", it's each of the girls individually." "Mei, for example. I can see her smile in my mind and it makes me warm all over. I know her moods, I know her secrets. And she knows mine. I don't have to hide behind a mask when I'm with her. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. She knows who I am, and she loves me anyway." "She loves you?" Teresa asked, shocked. "Teresa, how can two people become intimate with one another and not fall in love?" I smiled gently, watching the road with half my attention. "But don't you have a dozen different girls?" She asked in confusion. "Yes." She was silent for a while, then asked. "Do you expect me to fall in love with you?" "I suspect that's the way it works." I said softly. "After all, you're going to give me your virginity, Teresa. Why else would you come if not to fall in love?" "Damn." She said quietly. "You're not just after my body, are you?" "No." I said. "Can't you see it wouldn't last if that's all there was? I've been lonely, Teresa. I never want to be lonely again. I want to be loved, and I want to love. And most of all I want to make you and the other girls happy." "I can't handle this." She hugged herself. "It isn't how I thought it would be. I don't want to fall in love. I'm willling to fuck you, I want that, that's exciting. But I don't want to love you." "Then will you be my friend?" I asked, staring straight ahead. "I think that can be arranged." She said, her husky voice firming up as she relaxed. "After all, we can't be enemies, now can we?" "No." I snorted a laugh. "Hardly that. Except in play. And speaking of play, do you remember the fantasy you sent me on tape?" "Which one?" "The one about the mad scientist." "Yes." Her voice was guarded now, wary. "Tonight you're going to have it happen to you. All of it. With some twists I came up with especially for you." I grinned at her. "Welcome to Raven's Wing, Teresa Guzman. You have until six o'clock to change your mind. After that, it's showtime!" We turned into the drive. ----------------------  From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:14:53 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!howland.erols.net!worldnet.att.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THE LOTTERY 44/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:14:53 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 518 Message-ID: <5h7fvd$ldu@dfw-ixnews5.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 9:14:53 PM CST 1997 Chapter 37 Go With The Flow The other girls descended on Teresa, en masse, except for Sherry, who was still in school. They whisked her away in a giggling storm before I could catch my breath. She stared over her shoulder at me with a sort of lost expression. I didn't see her for another half an hour, when the harem reconvened for lunch. She was in high spirits, laughing and joking with the girls, obviously enjoying their company. Rachel caught my eye and gave me an OK signal. I relaxed a little, the precipitous way she'd been greeted would have turned off many women. Alima, for instance. "Hi, master." She said as Tara and Thuy served lunch. "Hello." I returned. "But you aren't a slave girl now, Teresa. Call me Paul." "I think I'd rather call you master, like the other girls." She tossed her head to move the hair out of her eyes. "If that's all right with you." "You've been talking to Mei, haven't you?" I said, sighing. Mei laughed at me. "She has not!" The Chinese girl denied firmly. "That's after lunch." And she speared a roll with her knife. "Actually, I've been talking to everyone." Teresa said. "And I like what I see so far. A lot. If half of what they tell me is true I'm going to love it here." "Well, don't believe everything you hear." I warned her. "Even Mei's been here less than three weeks. Although it seems like a lifetime." And I smiled at the Chinese girl warmly. "Don't listen to him, Teresa." Alima cut in. "You're going to adore it here." "Especially when you join the club." Thuy slipped into her chair and started to ladle soup into her bowl. "Club?" Teresa asked. Everyone but Tara glanced at me. Tara looked as puzzled as Teresa. I rolled my eyes. "Master?" Mei asked, mischeviously. "Go ahead. She'll find out sooner or later." "Teresa, no one here except for yourself and Tara are slave girls anymore." Mei said solemnly, eyes sparkling. She sat straight and dignified. "I don't understand." Teresa said guardedly. "I thought you were." "No." She shook her head solemnly. "We're handmaidens, not slave girls." "What's a handmaiden?" Teresa asked, dipping her head oddly. It reminded me of a dog bluffing an enemy. "A handmaiden is a 24 hour slave girl." Mei said solemnly. "We're really and truly his property. We've given ourselves to him completely." "Wow." Teresa breathed, impressed. Tara looked uncomfortable. "How do I join up?" "You don't." I said firmly. "Why not?" Her protest was plaintive. "You're still a virgin for one thing. For another, I've decided that before I let a slave girl become a handmaiden she's got to have been here at least a month." "Oh. That's fair, I guess." Teresa conceded. "But you said no one's even been here for three weeks." "They ganged up on me." I explained. "Mei's the ringleader. At the risk of being maudlin, I've got to say this and I want all of you to listen." I stared around the table. "I want the best for all of you. I don't want to force anyone to do anything that's really against their will. But a handmaiden has to do everything I command, even if she doesn't want to." I gazed soberly at Teresa. "Let me demonstrate. Mei, come here." Mei rose instantly to come stand before me. I pushed my chair back. "Lean over my lap. I'm going to spank you right now." Startled, Mei froze for a moment, then did as I bid. Teresa's eyes got very large. I raised my hand and with a theatrical grimace brought it down against Mei's behind. The hardest part was slowing my hand just before I struck so it came down as a firm touch rather than a painful blow. I helped her up. She seemed a bit shaken. "You see?" I asked Teresa. "Tonight, after six o'clock I could do that to you. But I can do it whenever I like to Mei Ling. I could rape her right here in front of everyone. Or I could order Melinda to strip naked and play with herself." The Phillipino girl blushed furiously. "You can see that embarasses her. Think about all of it before you're so eager to enslave yourself full time." "I hadn't thought of that." Teresa admitted. "You're a good master." Mei declared loyally, smiling at me. "You'd never hurt any of us. And I trust you completely." "Yes, well, hrmph." I sagged, defeated by Mei's tactic. "Just think before you act, that's all I'm saying, Teresa." "I will." She promised. "Oh, master, that reminds me!" Mei said brightly. "I ordered our collars! They should be here today." "I thought I told you I had final approval." I said ominously. "Do you trust me, master?" Mei wheedled. I blinked. The crafty minx! "Mei Ling Wu, if I didn't know better I'd swear you just bamboozled me." I accused her. She grinned. "Maybe because I just bamboozled you?" She asked sweetly. I had to laugh. She'd conned me into handing her one of the oldest straight lines in the book. The other handmaidens looked on eagerly, waiting for details. Teresa and Tara both seemed interested too. "So tell me about them." "Believe it or not they're from Tiffany's." Mei said. "Platinum alloyed with irridium, guaranteed hypoallogenic, with a titanium core to reduce the weight. They're a heavy serpentine chain design, with linkes about a half inch long. The closure is a spring-loaded hollow link, also of platinum. Once closed, the collar won't slip off over the head, although it's very loose around the base of the neck. The collar's impervious to anything short of a diamond saw or those huge cutters they use to cut thick chain with." "And the inscripton?" I asked, interested. Mei smiled, caught up in her story. "One rune in each link of the chain. Almost indetectable, unless you know what you're loooking at." "How much?" "Nine thousand, five." She said. Gina whistled. "Is that a slave collar or a necklace?" She wondered aloud. "It's both. Are you sure you're willing to wear it for the rest of your life?" I asked the black girl. She nodded instantly. "You bet. I can't wait." "I'm first!" Mei said, almost fiercely. "Of course, Mei." Gina said, chuckling. The rest of lunch ran down, ending with Mei whisking Teresa off to the library. After they got done about two I had a long, heart to heart talk with Teresa, making sure she was absolutely certain she would want to do this. She ended with a heart warming statement. "I know you're going to enslave me. I know it's going to be humiliating, and it might even hurt. I know you're going to do things to me tonight that I've always dreamed of, and I'm scared to death. But I want it. More than I've ever wanted anything in my life." "Then go prepare yourself, Teresa. You won't be eating dinner tonight, you understand why?" She snorted. "I understand. I wouldn't want to waste it, would I?" And she shivered. A private car arrived at the gate at four-thirty, containing a very polite young man accompanied by an extremely polite gorrilla with a bulge under his jacket. They demanded (genteelly, of course!) to see identification before they handed over the package. Then they bid me good day and silently departed. The girls crowded around, anything but polite in their eagerness. The library still wasn't really crowded, even with nine people. There were thirteen collars, Mei showing confidence bordering on arrogance. She merely smiled when I scolded her. "Master, I guarantee every one of your slave girls will eventually beg to wear her collar." The chinese girl declared. "Hmph." I wasn't convinced of that at all, I wouldn't let myself be, otherwise I'd fall into hopeless arrogance. The box also contained a tool to close the collars, the handles of which were two feet long. It warned that the collars could never be removed without destroying the link, and was very explicit about it. One might even say gruesome. Even Mei was subdued by the warnings. I hoped she'd reconsider, but she shook her head. "Forever, master." She whispered, letting the heavy necklace slide over her hand. The necklaces also came with a temporary link, like normal necklaces have, for fitting purposes. Other than the fact that it could be easily opened by the wearer it looked just like the permanent link. "Please, master, now?" Mei begged, smiling winningly. "Pretty please?" "See what I mean about getting ganged up on?" I asked Teresa with a long suffering sigh. She tried to hide a smile. "Poor, poor, master!" Mei crooned. "Didum's harem scare 'um?" "Let us have a moment of silence." I intoned in the pained hush that followed. "Yet another hideous pun is unleashed upon the unsuspecting world." I bowed my head in prayer. Alima's snicker ruined the effect. "No respect!" I turned my eyes to the ceiling. "Master?" Mei prodded. "Please may I wear my collar now?" "No, Mei, you may not." I said firmly. The look of disappointment on her face was genuine. Bravely she tried to shrug it off. I smiled at her. "Don't worry, Dragon Lady. Tonight, I promise." You'd have thought I'd handed her a million dollars. Her smile lit up my soul. "Thank you, master!" She hugged me. Hugging her to me I turned to the Latin girl. "Teresa, it's almost five o'clock. Your fantasy begins promptly at six. If it's ok with you, I'd like you to shower and change while the rest of us have dinner. Ok?" "Fine." Teresa tossed her head to get the hair out of her eyes. Which was odd because her bangs didn't come down to her eyebrows. "Could I eat later, do you think?" She asked. I chuckled. "If you feel up to it." As Teresa left the other girls looked at each other curiously. "All right, girls, it's time for a harem meeting. Tara, you're invited, although what I'll be discussing only applies to the handmaidens. Do you want in?" "Of course." Tara said easily. "I belong here now." Melinda smiled at Tara. Thuy looked on with smug approval. Alima and Mei were non- comittal, but not openly hostile to Tara's declaration. Rachel was studying the red-haired girl thoughtfully. "I don't really know how to begin." I said, looking around, studying the girls in turn. "Each of you has become so precious to me, it's like I've died and gone to heaven. Each of you is incomparable! I really hadn't dreamed that such women as you existed." "And now you're asking to become my slave girls in all truth, to become my property. It thrills me. And it scares the living daylights out of me!" I stared around. Mei was smiling warmly, almost radiating peace and contentment. Rachel too, seemed contented. Thuy was leaning forward, listening avidly. Alima looked calm and collected, but I noticed the way her knuckles had whitened where she held her hands clasped around her knee. Sherry was the one that froze my attention. Her face was naked longing, her eyes the eyes of a child denied affection too long. She didn't want to be a slave, but she wanted love so desperately she'd do anything to obtain it. And I didn't dare draw attention to it for fear of hurting her. So I let my eyes continue. Gina for once wasn't sad, she had that same serene dignity she'd shown during Brian's visit. It made her beautiful the way a great work of art is, the more you study it, the more there is to see. Melinda was watching quietly, her face betraying no hint of the emotional storm that surely raged behind her bland expression. And Tara, my lovely elf maiden, showed only an interested curiousity, as though what was happening didn't affect her at all. I wondered if she was really part of the harem, or just playing another game. "Mei Ling Wu." I held my hand out to her. "Come kneel before me." She rose and paced the two steps that separated us like a queen. Regally she knelt, bowing her head. "Are you absolutely certain you wish to become my property? To give me your body and your soul?" "I would die for you, master." She said clearly in the hushed room. "Never, Dragon Lady." I said, overcome by emotion. "Live for me." And I bit back a sob. Mei looked up and met my eyes. "Forever, master." She reached up and took my hand. Then she laid it against her cheek. I blinked rapidly and told myself I was not going to cry. In a rough voice I said. "Bring me your collar." Mei rose and reverently picked up the heavy chain. Raising it to her lips, obvlious to the other girls she kissed it then with great dignity returned and knelt. Bowing her head she lifted the chain to me the way she'd lifted Gina's leash on the black girl's first night. As corny as it sounds that moment is one I'll remember to the day I die. Every detail is etched indelibly on my mind's eye. I can see the late afternoon sunlight shimmering on the necklace as it dripped from her fingers. I can smell Mei's perfume mixed with the dust of the books, I can feel the leather of the chair under me. I can almost reach out and feel the silkiness of her hair as she kneels before me. But all magic ends, and so it was with this moment. Mei lifted her head and gazed at me with those wonderful almond eyes, her very pose a plea. Reaching down slowly, almost reluctantly, I took the cold silver chain from her hands. "You must be naked." I said. "From this day forward you will wear clothing only with my permission, is that understood?" "Yes, master." Smiling, Mei stood up and reached behind her to untie the neckstrap of her halter. Letting it bare her small perfect breasts she undid the backstrap. The halter fell to the floor as she opened her shorts and pulled them and panties down in a single smooth motion. Naked and unconcerned she smiled at me in all her radiant beauty. "Tara, bring the temporary fitting link." I commanded, my eyes never leaving Mei's form. The red-haired girl must have obeyed, because I felt the coolness pressed into my palm. "Are you certain, Mei Ling?" I asked, somehow sad. I knew things would never be the same between us again. Not necessarily worse, almost certainly better, but different. "With all my heart, my lord and master." She said, her smile warm enough to melt the heart of Satan himself. "Turn around. Hold up your hair." Silently she obeyed me. I laid the necklace around her throat and fastened it just as if it were a regular necklace. It was cold to the touch but Mei didn't shiver. Letting her hair fall she turned, the necklace gleaming against her golden skin. "Mei Ling, now you are truly owned. You belong to me forevermore." "Yes, master." She savored the word, repeating it softly to herself. "Shall I bring you the tool to seal the collar?" "No." I said, studying her. "I am not going to seal the collar until you have proven yourself." "Master?" Mei cocked her head. "It's easy to say you'll do anything for me. But will you, really?" "Of course." Mei said, laughing. "Then a task for you, Mei Ling Wu." "Anything, master." "Bring your sister to my bed, and bind her there for me. Make love to her, until she faints. Then hold her open for me." Mei's face went absolutely bloodless. She began to shake. Sinking to her knees she shook her head from side to side. "I-I-" She stuttered. Then she said something softly in Chinese. And she started to cry. I looked at the other girls to see their reactions. Rachel was staring at me appalled. But she didn't say anything, looking away rather than meeting my eyes. Gina looked disturbed, but didn't flinch away from Mei's misery. Sherry, Alima, and Melinda didn't seem upset by my words, although they obviously didn't enjoy seeing Mei like this. Tara seemed excited by what I'd said to Mei, but even though the two girls weren't friends, she was moved by Mei's predicament. "Please, master, ask me to do anything but that!" Mei wailed, heartbroken. "Xao Ping's not like me, she wouldn't like it at all! She wouldn't be willing! You wouldn't want to rape her, not my sister!" Mei looked on the edge of collapse. "To seal your collar, you must make her willing, Mei Ling. But I never said you had to seal your collar to stay with me for the rest of our lives." "But how can I stay with you if I deny you anything, master?" Mei sobbed, her nose running. I gathered her in anyway. She grabbed me hard enough to bruise, making my breath woosh out. Her strength was bone crushing, but I endured it until she recalled herself and eased her grip. "Hush, little Mei, shh, it's ok." I stroked her shaking back and let her finish crying on her own. She finally broke away, her tear stained face twisted in anguish still. She started to say something but I put my fingers against her lips. "No, Mei Ling. Be slient yet a while. Listen to me. Really listen." I stared at her, wanting her so desperately to obey me now if she never did again. Slowly, she nodded. "I don't want your sister, Dragon Lady. Not now, and not ever. I know how much you love her, and how impossible what I asked you was. I lied to you, Mei Ling. I knew you couldn't do it, and even asking would hurt you terribly. But I had to do it, to show you exactly what it means to be a slave girl for real. I'm not a knight in shining armour, I can resist anything but temptation. If you became my slave, I might be corrupted to the point I'd ask you to bring your sister here so I could rape her." "You think I'm a good and kind person who could never hurt someone else. But you're wrong. Sure, right now I'm a nice guy. But right now I don't have absolute dominion over the world's dozen most beautiful women. Right now you can leave me if I do something bad to you. Without that, there's nothing to keep me sane. And if I ever hurt you I couldn't live with myself." "What if you were enslaved and did something that made me so mad I killed you accidentally? What if I hit you with the same blind fury I did Sherry? You're crazy enough to stand there and get hit, and it might kill you. Kill you, Dragon Lady. And if I did that, I'd kill myself in remorse." I could feel the tears breaking through, and knew I was crying. But I didn't care. This was too important, nothing else mattered, except Mei understand how dangerous what she wanted was. "Rachel, we need you." Mei said, not looking away. "Help us, please?" Her voice broke. Rachel was there before I realized it. She gathered us both in a hug and wouldn't let go. I let myself go, sobbing like a fool, not caring what anyone thought of me. Mei started to cry too. Rachel just held us, not saying anything. It must have lasted for fifteen minutes. When I regained control of myself Rachel kissed me softly. "Master, only one who truly loved her could have refused what Mei offered you. I promise you, I won't let you go crazy. Neither will Mei, or any of the other girls. So accept what we so freely give. It's our choice, you aren't forcing us. I for one will gladly wear your collar."  From rdragon@ix.netcom.com Mon Mar 24 22:15:24 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!europa.clark.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!ix.netcom.com!news From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THE LOTTERY 45/49 Date: 25 Mar 1997 03:15:24 GMT Organization: Netcom Lines: 472 Message-ID: <5h7g0c$aar@sjx-ixn7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: vie-va11-12.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Mon Mar 24 7:15:24 PM PST 1997 "All right." I said. "But I refuse to hold you if you want to go. That right I reserve. That's one command I will not have disobeyed, Moonlight's Laughter. Do you understand?" "I understand, master. And I obey." Rachel smiled at me. Then she turned to the Chinese girl. "Mei, do you doubt he loves you?" "No!" Mei said, almost fiercely. "Will you obey him, and keep him sane?" "Yes." Mei said, gripping my hand, her eyes boring into mine. "Forever." "Do you accept Mei as your handmaiden, master?" "Yes. As my handmaiden, as my slave, as my lover, but above all, as my friend." I said, kissing Mei's hand. The Chinese girl smiled tremulously at me. I felt drained by the emotional roller-coaster we'd just ridden. Don't let anybody tell you that having a harem of slave girls is easy. At least, not if it's done right. Rachel kissed Mei tenderly, then turned her attention to me. "Are you ready for me, now?" She asked, almost shyly. "Are you really sure, Rachel? This is serious business." "I'm sure. Let me wear your collar, master." Rachel said, watching me with the calm certainty of one who knows what she's doing. "Are the rest of you certain of this?" I asked, wiping my cheeks as the drying tears made them itch. One by one the girls nodded to me. Tara watched the other girls, a small puzzled frown wrinkling the skin between her eyebrows. "Tara, still think this is a slaver's ring?" I asked whimsically. The red-haired girl shook her head, seemly offended. "I've made my choice, master." She said tartly. "All right." I turned my attention to the Apache girl. "If you truly want to wear the collar, Rachel, strip." The Amerind girl took longer to remove her clothing than Mei had, because she was wearing more. Finally naked, without being asked, she retrieved her collar, and with the same small ceremony presented it to me. More confident, I didn't ask her to turn around. I fastened the necklace without looking at the link, staring down instead into her shining eyes. "Rachel, to seal your collar is something I don't want to do. Therefore, if you want it sealed, you'll have to perform the sexual act that revolts you the most. What is that act?" "Fucking a dog, master." She said finally. "More than anything else, that terrifies me." "Do you really want me to seal your collar?" I asked, taking her hands in mine. "Not really." She admitted reluctantly. "It would probably cause too many complications. And I don't think I could pass the initiation." "At least you show more sense than Mei does." I said. "There may be hope for you yet, Moonlight's Laughter." "Gee thanks." Mei spoke sharply, then sighed theatrically. I grinned at her. "Return to your seats, you two. It's time for Thuy's collar. If she's willing." "You don't have to ask." Thuy declared eagerly, bounding forward like a graceful little gazzle, stripping as she came. I studied the naked Vietnamese girl with pleasure. Her diminuative body was outlined by the backdrop of her waist-length hair. Her small breasts and bare mound reminded me yet again of a young girl just reaching puberty, but there was nothing immature about Thuy's mind-or her lovemaking. "Bring me your collar." Thuy did, not kneeling as Rachel and Mei had, rather offering me the collar the way she might a flower. She was smiling happily. "You sure you know what you're doing?" I asked, taking the cool metal from her fingers. She nodded, still smiling. I slipped the chain around her neck, marvelling again how fragile she seemed, yet she'd proven herself strong enough to accept anything I cared to do to her. Carefully I pulled the necklace around until the fitting link was in back. Then I leaned down and kissed her. The kiss lasted only a moment, but she let my tongue inside, standing with arms at sides, accepting the kiss as her due, and when I pulled back she smiled at me. "What sex act revolts you the most, little lotus?" I asked her. "I read about a girl once that let her lover pierce her clit." Thuy said, watching me. "I can't stand the thought of someone doing that to me." I glanced at Melinda, who'd come close to that very fate. She paled a bit, but didn't react otherwise. I nodded, letting my eyes wander lovingly over her body as Thuy returned to her seat. Whenever I stop and really think about it (which, thank goodness I seldom have time for!) the fact of the girls' love for me overwhelms me with such a strange mixture of wonder, delight, unworthiness, and a nagging sense of guilt that I often don't recover for hours. Thirteen women (I count Sherry, despite her calendar age) each loving me the way only one women is supposed to, is something of an experience. The same way the Sun up close and personal would be. Stunning, glorious, and yes even dangerous. But an experience never be forgotten. "Alima, come forward. Kneel before your master." I said sternly. Uncertainly the Arabic girl did so. She looked in my face, unsure of why she'd displeased me. "You aren't a very obedient slave girl, are you Alima?" I asked. "No, master." She replied, hanging her head. "I'm sorry, master." "And now you presume to wear my collar? Why should I allow that?" "Because I love you." She finally said. "And I want to be your slave." "That night I called you at home I asked you why you wanted to be a slave. What did you say then?" "That I wanted someone who could conquer me totally." Alima said softly. "Louder, Alima. I want the entire harem to hear." "Because I wanted to be broken, enslaved by a man." Alima said louder. "And have I proven to be that man?" "Oh, yes, master! You destroyed all my defenses. You raped me with contemptuous ease. And you showed me what a rotten bitch I really was. I hope I've changed. Because of you." She'd been taking lessons from somebody. But Alima responded best not to gentle persuasion, but brute force. As long as it was carefully applied. "That night, after you hung up, I spoke with your father." I said, watching her. She swallowed and paled, just a bit. "He said your stay here wouldn't impair your value when you were to marry. He also said if I managed to tame you it would be instructive. If you come home wearing a collar, what do you think your father would say?" "I don't know." She said, bowing her head. "Please, master, give me your collar. Please." "All right, Alima." I said. "Strip." Gratefully, Alima did so. She wore an expensive dress and fancy lingerie underneath. Accordingly it took her a long time to strip. I spent the time watching her movements. The scrutiny made her blush. Nude at last, she picked up her collar and handed it to me. Smiling at her I said. "Spread your legs, bitch." Uneasy now, she did so. I put the chain between her legs, holding one hand behind her and one in front. Then I pulled it upward, until it was nestled between her labia. "Do you want to be my slave, Alima?" I said, wrapping the chain around my hands. "Yes, master." "I'm going to lift you up now. It's going to hurt. You have my permission to scream." Her eyes widened but she didn't move. "Say when." I commanded, waiting. She moistened her lips. "Now." She said, tensing. I pulled, feeling the necklace bite into my hands. Alima whimpered as her feet left the ground, then sobbed. I held her there for a few seconds and put her back down. "Now beg me to do it again." I said. "Please, do-do it again." She sobbed. She bit her lip as I lifted her, letting out one bark of pain before I set her back down. She nearly collapsed as I removed the chain. Roughly I pushed her to her knees. She didn't fight, once she understood what I wanted. I put the necklace on her and stepped back. "I own you, Alima. Do you understand that?" "Yes, master." Alima said, not daring to wipe away her tears. "You want to be owned, don't you?" I asked. She nodded. "Do you want the necklace sealed?" "Yes, master." The Arabic girl raised her head, meeting my gaze. "To do so you'll have to let me shove my fist up your ass." I said. "And that won't be easy for you at all. Do you understand?" "Yes, master. Master, am I your slave now? All day?" "Yes, Alima. All day long." I pulled her to her feet and kissed her, holding her wrists behind her back. She moaned and shivered in my grip, but eagerly kissed me back. "I love you." I whispered in her ear just before I let her go. She smiled at me, somewhat hesitantly. "Now, go to the dungeon, Alima. Bring back a pair of handcuffs. You're going to spend the rest of the day with your hands cuffed behind your back." "Yes, master." She fled, bare feet making no noise on the library's oriental rug. "Sherry." I said softly, looking at the young girl. Shivering she stood up and came to me. "You don't want to be a slave, do you?" I asked softly. "Not really. I'm scared shitless, Paul. But I want to be part of the harem, and this is the only way." "I refuse you." I said, taking her by the shoulders. I kissed her, covering the heartbroken expression. "You may not wear the collar except late at night, Sherry. Do you understand?" "No." She shook her head. "There's too many who would wonder at it. You may don it when you go to bed, but you must remove it before breakfast. And you must wear it when I take you." I handed her the necklace. "What, my pretty little whore, is the worst, most terrible sex act you can think of?" Sherry thought a minute, then looked up at me. "There was this guy in town. He liked giving the girls enemas. But not ordinary ones. He had this huge long tube, it must have been three feet long. He'd make a girl get on her hands and knees, then he'd grease this tube up and start pushing it up their ass. I talked to a couple of the girls, they said it hurt like fire. And he wouldn't stop until the tube was all the way in. Then he'd open the enema bag." She looked at me. "I made damn sure I never was around when he showed up. He'd get the new girls. But never me." "On your eighteenth birthday I'm going to put you in the stocks, and bring that man here, and give you to him. Put it on, now." I said. She stared at me, aghast. Hesitantly, clumsily she put the collar on. I began to strip her then, confusing her still more. When she was naked I pulled her to me and kissed her, squeezing her asscheeks. She melted against me, accepting me without reservation. I sent her back to her chair. "Gina." I said. "Strip and take your collar." The black girl was very nervous, but she did as commanded. "Are you sure, lady?" I asked her softly, stroking her cheek. "Yes. I know it's crazy, but I want it so much!" She sighed as I put the collar on her. "And what is your most feared sex act?" "What you did to Alima in the dungeon." Gina said instantly. "With that switch. It was horrible." "To seal your collar, you must endure a dozen sessions like that." I said. Gina's eyes went wide. "Stand still." I commanded. Leaning down I began to suckle her breast. Milk flowed, not stopping until I'd gotten a double mouthful. I suckled her other breast but didn't swallow the second mouthful. When I kissed her I grabbed the sides of her head and let the milk flow into her open mouth. She stiffened, but swallowed obediently. There were tears in her eyes when I let her go. "No tears, my lovely Gina. And no sadness. I own you now, and you mustn't disobey. Never be sad again. That's an order." I smiled at her expression. "And the wish of a man who loves you very much." She hugged me suddenly, tightly. Letting go she returned naked to her chair. "And last, our quiet Melinda." I said, smiling. Timidly, Melinda returned my smile. "Bring me your collar, little one." She did so, coming to stand before me in a modest dress with flower patterns in it. "Are you really sure, Melinda?" I asked, turning serious. "There's no turning back. Once that collar closes around your throat I own you forever." "Forever." Melinda said softly. "I am yours, master. I forbid you nothing." Fully clothed she watched me. And I collared her. "You forbid me nothing?" I asked. She nodded. "What do you fear the most, brown eyes?" "Being given to a horse." She said quietly, hanging her head. It caught everyone by surprize. Still waters, our Melinda. She raised her head. "I forbid you nothing." Melinda repeated. "If I must be violated by a horse to be irrevocably yours, then so be it." "But you've only been here a couple of days!" I exploded in bewilderment. "Why?" "Because I have seen what you are." Melinda said. "I have thought long and hard on this over the last two days. I know your heart, master. And I would be yours. Without limit, without exception." I stared at the Phillipino girl for a long time. She returned my gaze calmly. "You're going to make Mei jelous." I said, at loss for anything else to say. "I'm sorry." Melinda knelt to me, just a little clumsy. She tried to do everything so well and almost succeeded, but never with Tara's grace or Mei's effortlessness. It was part of her charm. "And I'm sorry I presumed, Mei." She said, over her shoulder. "I'll wait until your collar is sealed." For once the Chinese girl was speechless. I grinned at her dumbfounded expression. "You've been foxed, lady." I said to Mei. "Melinda, that was absolutely magnificient. That's the first time I've seen somebody put one over on Mei. Congratulations. And thank you." "What?" Melinda asked, confused. "Mei's collar will never be sealed. Therefore neither will yours. Rachel and Sherry don't want theirs sealed, Alima can't, Thuy doesn't care, and Gina won't go first. So that lets me off the hook cause I wasn't crazy about the permanent collars anyway." "That's not fair!" Mei protested. "Life's a bitch, and then you die." I quoted at her. "But your collar does look terrific on you. So good, in fact, I think it's all you're going to wear for the next week. Understand?" "Yes, master." It didn't seem to bother her. "In fact-" I said, smiling at Melinda. "I think you're going to get naked too." "Master?" Melinda swallowed, shivering. "Strip." I said. Blushing furiously, Melinda did so. The afternoon light gleamed on her nipple rings. Just then Alima came back, carrying the handcuffs. I ordered Melinda to bind the Arabic girl. The ratcheting noise was loud in the silence. When it was done I turned to the red-haired girl, still dressed, who was watching everything with a carefully neutral expression. "Tara, I'm almost afraid to ask. What did you think of the meeting?" I asked the red-haired girl. "Very-different." Tara said carefully. I waited but she didn't say anything more. "Ok, ladies. I'm done. Anyone have anything to add? No? Then let's go to dinner. Oh, by the way-" I smiled slowly, letting my gaze wander over the varicolored array of flesh. "Since you've all proven so keen to be handmaidens, you can start contemplating the consequences of your action. All of you are going to stay naked for a week, unable to leave the house." "What about the shopping, master?" Thuy said quickly. "And I need to go to school!" Sherry said. "Sherry, you can dress for school, of course. But the clothes come off when you get home. Think of it as being grounded. Thuy, I'll do all the shopping for the next week. And pick up the remaining girls." "Yes, master." The vietnamese girl said, bowing her head. "Listen to me, all of you. That includes you too, Tara. I'm not being capricious. I really do want all of you to consider what hand maidens are, and what you've let yourselves in for." I stared around the circle of girls. Each one I think was just beginning to understand. They'd understand a whole lot more by the time the week was out. I hoped. "Oh, one more thing. You'll want a towel, so you don't stick to chairs when you sit down!" I grinned. With that snide remark, we went off to dinner. Having a naked woman eating at the same table can be an entertaining experience. Having half a dozen was amazing. After dinner, which ended just a little before 6:30, I pulled Melinda and Tara aside for a quiet word. "Tonight's the night, Tara." I said gently. She looked at me, not understanding. "The Cucumber." I explained. Her eyes widened and she bit her lip. Looking up at her I was struck by how fragile she looked. Her hands were slender and fine-boned. The thought of what that devilish vibrator would do to her made my cock stir. "Melinda, I've got a special task for you. Will you obey me?" "I forbid you nothing, master." Melinda said softly. "Good. You're going to take Tara to her room. Once there you will chain her to her bed the way you were, then make love to her. When she's wet enough, put the Cucumber in place. Then get some blankets and sleep on the floor next to her bed. I want you to listen to her come all night long." Melinda had paled a bit, but nodded. Tara looked rebellious. "Does she have to make love to me?" She asked. I nodded. "With fingers and tongue." I said. Tara shivered. "Now off you go. I'll bring Teresa by to see you in a couple of hours, after you've gotten warmed up." "Gee, thanks." Tara muttered darkly. I smacked her bottom lightly to send her on her way. -----------------------