From nowhere@nowhen.com Thu Apr 24 22:34:14 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!sprint!ix.netcom.com!news From: nowhere@nowhen.com (Legion) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Re-re-post: Lottery 1-40 in 25 parts - lottry18.txt [1/1] Date: 25 Apr 1997 02:34:14 GMT Organization: None of The Above Lines: 1090 Message-ID: <5jp576$bg5@dfw-ixnews7.ix.netcom.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: pon-mi7-33.ix.netcom.com X-NETCOM-Date: Thu Apr 24 9:34:14 PM CDT 1997 X-Newsreader: WinVN 0.99.8 (16bit) Chapter 30 Melinda By Night While the girls assembled I nipped up to my room for the Taser. Melinda's fantasy was a common one for women, to be captured and raped. It was just going to be a little more real than she would believe. Before going to the living room I dropped by the dungeon for a pair of quad cuffs. When I arrive Melinda was seated by herself in the center of the room with the other girls seated around the outside edge. She looked very embarrassed. "Good evening, ladies.." I said. "Good evening, Melinda. You look lovely tonight." "Thank you." She said, coloring slightly. "Are you sure you want to become a sex slave, Melinda? Please think carefully before you answer." "I want it very much." She answered instantly. I nodded, pulling the Taser from my pocket as I walked up to her. She looked at the weapon curiously, only leaning back slightly as I pressed it against her arm and pushed the button. She sighed quietly and slumped, slipping out of the chair. Catching her I lowered her gently to the floor. She twitched a little as I cuffed her arms behind her back. Pressing the Taser against her thigh I used it again, forcing her to go limp long enough to pull her ankles back to her wrists and cuff them there. The whole thing had taken less than fifteen seconds. Looking around I could see everyone but Mei was horrified by what had just happened. She'd felt the Taser before. Melinda began to stir on the floor, making small gasping noises. The face she turned up at me was frightened. "She's unharmed, ladies. This is a Taser. It just turns off the voluntary muscles for a few seconds. Completely harmless." They relaxed just a little. "Damn, Paul, you almost gave me a heart attack!" Alima said accusingly. I cocked my head. "It's after six, Alima." I said mildly. "You will be punished for your insolence." Her eyes widened and she clapped her hand over her mouth. "I'm so sorry, master! I forgot!" She pleaded. I held up the Taser. "Come here, Alima." I commanded sternly. Swallowing nervously she crept forward at a snail's pace. When she stood in front of me I put the Taser against the small of her back. She flinched and trembled. "Oh, please, master, don't use that thing on me!" Alima begged. "Have mercy!" I pushed the button. Alima collapsed like a puppet with cut strings. I caught her and lowered her to the floor. As I waited I amused myself by caressing the trembling bound body of Melinda. It wasn't long before Alima asked if she could get up. I nodded, pointing to her chair. Unsteadily she rose and tottered back to her seat. "Gina," I said suddenly. "Yes, master!" She leaped to her feet. "Tonight Sherry's going to put the Cucumber in you. You'll be recorded on video tape, tomorrow night you'll watch that tape and count how many orgasms the vibrator gives you." "Yes, master." She whispered, excited. "Rachel, I want you to make love to Thuy tonight. Show her that special masturbation trick of yours." "Yes, master." Rachel said, pleased. "May Alima join us?" "How can I refuse you, Moonlight's Laughter? But you are to make sure both of them are satisfied, understand? And they are to satisfy you." "Of course, master." Rachel's eyes danced as she looked at the other two girls. Thuy looked delighted, and Alima thoughtful. I recalled that Alima had never actually made love to another girl, although she and Rachel had been even more intimate, if that's possible. I watched as the three girls left the room. "Sherry, attend me." I said, eyeing the teenage girl. She looked puzzled. I snapped my fingers, and pointed in front of me. Hastily she rose and came forward. She knelt, peering up at me though her bangs. I had to smile. Sherry playing submissive was like a tiger picking daffodils. "Have you been a good girl?" I demanded. "Yes, master." She said softly. "I got an A on my math quiz today." "I am pleased. Mei Ling!" "Yes, master." "Do you obey me?" "Always, master!" She said fiercely. "Come here." She flowed up and to me in a single fluid movement that took my breath away. Whenever I picture my harem in my mind each girl has some special quality I remember best. With Mei it was her smile, the warmth and the life of it so unlike any other woman I've ever known. That smile was on her face now. She was enjoying herself. "I am going to give you to someone else tonight." I said softly. "For the very first time. Does that frighten you?" "A little, master." She said, her smile fading. "But I love you. I will obey." "I expected no less, Dragon Lady. This night you are a gift. Go prepare yourself for your lover. Make yourself as beautiful as you know how, and when you are claimed, obey without question." "I obey, master." Mei bowed deeply to me. With a solemn face she left the living room. The other girls looked on with expressions ranging from shocked disbelief (Melinda) to wistful envy (Gina). I chuckled, looking down at Sherry. "Sherry, darling, it's time to reward you for getting that A." "Yes, master?" She asked, eagerly. "After you put the Cucumber into Gina." I paused. Sherry leaned forward eagerly. "After that," I paused again, Sherry nearly fell over in her eagerness. "I'm giving Mei Ling to you." "What?" She obviously hadn't expected that. "Tonight, she's your slave. You can do anything to her you like. Fuck her, spank her, tie her up, or let her make love to you. Anything at all." "Thank you, master." She said, considering it. "Thank you!" She'd obviously gotten an idea. She pulled Gina out of the room when I dismissed her, leaving Melinda and I alone. "Don't go anywhere." I said to the girl. "I hadn't planned to." She tried to smile, even though she was terrified. My heart warmed to her. I hurried out and set up the video equipment to record the various girls' activities. That took about ten minutes. When I returned Melinda was laying where I'd left her. Carefully I picked her up and carried her down to the dungeon. She didn't weigh very much, despite being solidly built, and very curvaceous, because she was only 5' 1". The Phillipino girl was silent as I carried her into the scariest place I imagine she'd ever seen. This wasn't some movie set, this was a real live dungeon, and she was about to be strapped to a table and deflorated. I put her on the table I'd chosen, a wooden rack-like affair with a simple wooden top covered in thinly padded black leather. Melinda squirmed as her full weight pressed her uncomfortably against the wood. The virtue of this particular bondage device was that it was absolutely impossible for the victim to ever free herself. At either end of the long table top were four winches on a sliding bar, two at either end. These held chains ending in rather special manacles. The manacles had to have spacers used with them, because unlike normal manacles these came in two pieces, the second sliding over bolts, and then being tightened with a wrench! She didn't struggle as I released one leg and took my time making sure the leg iron fit just right. The manacle was padded inside with a thick rubber gasket. It wasn't cruel, but when the bolts were tightened the rubber gripped so firmly that the manacle couldn't be slipped free. To free her, you'd have to use a wrench to take the nuts loose. The winch sqealed in protest as I pulled the second leg chain out. I used enough slack to let Melinda lie with her legs comfortably together, it was easier to place the iron that way. Finally I released both her arms, and spent the next five minutes binding her wrists. Throughout the long and frightening procedure Melinda hadn't uttered a peep or made one attempt to struggle. "You've been a very good girl, Melinda." I said, looking down at the loosely bound Phillipino. She had enough slack to rest her hands on her stomach. "Thank you, master." She said quietly. Her dress was rumpled from the binding, I took a moment to smooth it out. "You know I'm going to force you to live out your wildest fantasy don't you?" She paled but nodded. "It's too late to back out, Melinda. No matter what you say or do, I'm going to make you go through with it. All of it. Even the parts that hurt." She closed her eyes and trembled. "Master, could you see your way not to do this?" Melinda asked. A catch in her voice made her cough. She was on the verge of tears. "That depends on you, Melinda." I said. "Why are you trying to avoid this? Isn't it your most secret fantasy? In your heart don't you want this?" "I'm frightened, master. I'm so scared I can hardly talk." Melinda sobbed once, then caught herself. "Now that I'm actually here it's very different." "Are you excited?" I asked, placing my hand very deliberately on her stomach. Timidly she put her hands over mine. "I'm too scared." She admitted. She watched me with soft pleading eyes. "I can't stop you. But please, let's forget about the last part, ok? I want to be your slave, but that part makes me shudder." And she did. Under my hand I could feel the shallow way she breathed, the tenseness in her belly. "Then you lied on your tape?" I asked, removing my hand. She shook her head quickly, fearfully. "No! Only, I-" Her voice broke and she had to regain control. "I got carried away. The last part of the fantasy was to make sure you picked me. Please, master, I'm sorry! But I wanted to be your slave so badly!" "But now you don't want it so badly, is that it?" I asked. Personally, I had my doubts about being able to do that to her. So I was just as willing to forget about it. But it would never do to let such dishonesty on her part go unpunished. "I'm scared." She whispered. "I can't ever remember being so scared in my whole life, not even the time my brother got bitten by that snake!" "You won't be injured, Melinda." I reassured her. "But it will hurt. I'm told losing your virginity hurts worse, although I can't say from personal experience." "I'm willing to lose my cherry, master. I want that. But to let you do that to me, knowing it would happen, watching it happen, I just can't!" "Look at the manacles on your wrists, Melinda." I commanded. Hesitantly she did so, taking her time. When she looked back at me I put my hand back on her belly. Smiling timorously she covered it. I could feel the cold metal links trail over my arm. "Ask yourself why I put you on this particular table, Melinda. Ask yourself why those manacles are case hardened steel." Melinda's smile faded. "Ask yourself why those chains are so heavy, so strong. And ask yourself if you have a snowball's chance in hell of avoiding your fate." "You're going to do it." She said woodenly. I nodded. "This table is designed for it. The instruments are already laid out. There's nothing you can do but obey. I think you'll find the pain nothing compared to the pleasure you'll feel tonight." Melinda began to cry, softly, hopelessly. I'm glad I had plenty of experience frightening women by now. Melinda wasn't in any danger, even though she was scared witless. I knew she'd be wet and ready when the time came. You have to be careful with pyschological torture. If your subject is at all unstable you can do some real damage. But Melinda was a healthy twenty year-old. The fear and pain would be stimulating, not damaging. I went to the foot of the table and engaged the winch prawls. The winches were already configured for spread eagling the girl, all I had to do was turn the cranks, which I did. Melinda didn't struggle as her legs were drawn apart. I moved to the head of the table and cranked until her arms were drawn unresisting above her head and the chains were almost taut. I moved her on the table to make sure she was evenly pulled, then finished taking in the slack. When I was finished I asked her if the chains were too tight. She shook her head, still crying quietly. I moved over to the workbench and picked up a tray containing the things I'd need for her fantasy. Looking at them even scared me, and I was't going to feel them in action. I debated again whether or not to forget it. In the end I carried the tray over to the table and put it down. I arranged a mirror over Melinda's head so she could have an unobstructed view of the proceedings. She closed her eyes tightly and wimpered. "Open your eyes, Melinda." I ordered sternly. She shook her head, biting her lip. She froze as I brushed away the hair from her ears, revealing her ear rings. Carefully I removed them, feeling the posts tug her flesh gently. She opened her eyes when the jewelry clanked into the tray. They were small dolphins, I noticed. She was wearing a pair of rings on her right hand, I removed these too, placing them in the tray next to the ear rings. She was watching me closely now. She tried to smile, lifting her head when I removed her necklace. I was grave, like a doctor, moving gently but not smiling. "I'm sorry, master." She said, tears drying on her face. "I'm better now. I won't disobey again." "I know its hard for you, Melinda." I said. "Just be a good little girl and everything will be all right. Understand?" "Yes, sir." She said. "Now, look at the tray. What do you see?" "Medical instruments." She answered, swallowing. "Very good, Melinda. Can you name any of them?" I deliberately spoke as a doctor would to a little girl, using a soothing tone and short words. "A scalpel, and a pair of scissors." She said. She stuttered, then recovered. "I don't know what the pointy thing is called, or the other thing with the handles. And I don't know what those things that look like earrings are, either." "The pointy thing is called a piercing lancet." I said. "The other thing is called a hemostat, it's to clamp things together. And I'm sure you know what the earrings are, don't you, Melinda?" "You mean, those are what-?" She looked at me. I nodded. "But why are there three?" "The operation is very minor." I said, ignoring her question. "Since you're being so very cooperative I'm sure we won't need an anesthetic." Melinda paled and swallowed. "Master, why are there three?" She asked, voice edged in hysteria. I stared down at the helpless woman for a long minute. Then, not speaking I touched three areas of her body. Melinda's eyes widened, showing the whites all around. She began to struggle in earnest, screaming. Held flat as she was, and gripped by wide heavy manacles, she couldn't hurt herself. Her screams, on the other hand, were deafening. Wincing I went to a wall and pulled down a ball gag on an elastic strap. I had trouble forcing the ball into her mouth, finally having to resort to the old trick of holding her nostrils shut. Then I slipped the elastic band over her head. She lay there shuddering, staring at me with wide betrayed eyes. "There are three," I told the gagged young woman. "Because three are needed. Now be still. I don't want to cut you." I picked up the scapel. Melinda froze. Making very sure to keep the blade's keen edge away from both my fingers and her skin I carefully began to slice the dress from her quivering body. I don't know who was more nervous. But after five minutes I pulled the remains out from under her, leaving her in a camisole and petticoat. The camisole was lace trimed nylon and the scalpel blade parted it like an F-15 through thin air. The bra she was wearing was also lace, almost transparent. The petticoat was another instant victim, revealing lacy string bikini panties that left very little to the imagination. She was even wearing a garter belt! I removed the garterbelt without damaging it, then slid her stockings down her legs to the cuffs. Not trusting myself with a sharp blade in that confined situation I switched to the scissors. Pausing I looked down at my victim. She was breathing raggedly through her nose, frightened and aroused at the same time. I touched the fabric between her legs, finding it soaking as I had suspected it would be. "So, the operation is turning you on, is it? Good. I do so enjoy my patients when they have an orgasm." Melinda stared at me, blushing furiously. I carefully snipped her bra's shoulder straps then reached behind her and unhooked it. Melinda's breasts were large and well shaped, and her nipples were standing proudly to attention. My touch made her groan behind her gag and arch her back. She was turned on, that was for sure. I snipped off her panties and could suddenly smell her, wild and hot, a virgin literally bolted helplessly to a rape table! I felt my cock stiffen. Suddenly I wanted to kiss this naked beauty. "If I take off the gag will you behave?" I asked. She nodded. She made a small gasping noise as her jaw muscles protested, but then eagerly opened her mouth for my kiss. I let the kiss go on as my hands played up and down her undulating body. She broke the kiss with a growling moan as my finger traveled the length of her slit. "Oh, god, master, fuck me!" She pleaded. Drawing back I shook my head. "Before I remove your hymen there is another detail we must attend to." I said sternly. I squatted and opened the table's base, pulling out a pair of straps. Attaching them to the provided anchor points I ran them across the bound girl, one above her breasts and one below. I tightened them till Melinda cried out in protest. "You must be absolutely rigid." I explained. Then from the table's base I pulled out a breast press. Ever heard the one about the girl who get's her tit caught in a ringer? Melinda eyed the thing in my hands with a decided lack of enthusiasm. The breast press is a pair of wooden boards with three adjustment turnbuckles. I slid the thing over her breasts and carefully closed the turn buckles until Melinda's breasts were swollen, and her nipples were long hard nubbins. I poured some alchohol into the bowl and picked up the piercing lancet. Melinda watched me with sick fascination as I dipped the lancet into the alchohol. The pleasant fumes almost covered the smell of her arousal. "The alchohol will make it sting, but we don't want any infection, do we?" "No." She agreed, sounding as though she were selling her soul. "Please don't do this, please!" She bit her lip as I grabbed her nipple firmly. She tried to shudder as the slender needle touched her, but was too firmly strapped down. Praying for my fingers not to shake I took a deep breath and pushed the steel lancet through her nipple. She didn't scream, but her breath whooshed out in an explosive grunt. "God, it hurts, take it out, take it out!" She moaned. I pulled the needle free and picked up one of the nipple rings. I think my clumsy insertion of the ring hurt her more than the lancet had. There was only a little blood, which I wiped away. The second piercing made her bite her lip so hard she drew blood. But the ring inserted more easily. She slumped against the table as I set the tray on the floor. She grunted in relief as the breast press came free. And she almost sighed in contentment when I released the terribly tight straps that had held her rigid. "You're now a ringed slave, Melinda." I said, putting my hand in her dampness. She smiled at me, closing her eyes and churning her hips against my fingers. "I think its time to bring you off. Then you lose your cherry." I told her. She nodded. Moving into position I began to lick her pussy, tasting her tart juices wondering how it would feel to sink into her tightness. I attacked her pussy. Before I stood up I'd made her come three times. It had been so easy, ten minutes and she popped off twice, one after another. The results encouraged me so I took another fifteen and made her come again. Melinda wasn't a screamer. If I hadn't felt the shudder in her labia I wouldn't have known she had come by the way she held her breath and stiffened. Mei often did that, only to continue without coming. It was encouraging to find another girl who came easily. So far, Gina was the sole exception to the rule, which made her an interesting challenge. I considered Melinda as I stripped. She watched me with hooded eyes, laying tiredly on the table, her three orgasms having drained her. When I mounted her she didn't say anything, just watching me with an expression I can't describe. It was as though she wasn't all there, as though she watched something in her own mind. Her indifference shattered as my pole broke her hymen. She gasped, jerking her head up. Then her whole body relaxed with a jerk and she fell back, panting. I had slid all the way into her on my first stroke. Only Sherry had been easier to penetrate. But I had touched her hymen with my tongue, I had felt it's resistance briefly as I impaled her, so I knew Melinda had been a virgin. "Fuck me." Melinda whispered as I started to move. "Fuck me till I can't see!" She groaned as I thrust again. Then I began one of the finest fucks it's ever been my pleasure to experience. Melinda didn't make much noise herself, just an occasional grunt of effort or quiet moan, but her violent motions made the table dance. Her ass slammed against the wood hard enough to spank her, when I stood her up afterward her ass was red! I could feel her muscles gripping my shaft with a velvet touch. She was doing it instinctively, unlike Sherry who's pussy was well trained. I could feel Melinda's breasts flattening between us, and the cold metal of the nipple rings pressed against my chest. I prolonged our lovemaking as long as I could, slowing when I felt approaching orgasm. I stretched it out almost half an hour before she lost control, almost taking me with her, I rode her storm tossed body out, gritting my teeth until her climax was past, laying very still on top of the panting girl until I was sure my control wouldn't desert me. "I love you." Melinda whispered in my ear. Her eyes were closed, and she was quite still except for the rapid rise and fall of her panting chest. Then quite deliberately I began to move again. "I love you too, brown eyes." I murmured in her ear. Then the pleasure ripped through me, making me gasp as I pumped her belly full of scalding hot spunk. Her eyes flew open in shock, to find me staring down at her as another flood gushed into her womb. "Yes!" She exclaimed happily, lifting her hips as the third and final spurt emptied into her. "I love you, I love you!" Her voice was soft, husky as she tried to hold me and couldn't. My penis shrank and slipped out of her. "So tell me, Melinda Orli." I said. "Are you my slave?" "Yes, master, with all my heart!" She said. "Will you prove it?" I asked. "How?" She demanded eagerly. "Let me whip you until you cry." I said softly, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "Yes." She said. "Yes! Until I bleed, if you want. Anything you want, master." She smiled up at me. "Anything at all in the world." "I'm going to put you in a set of stocks." I said, kissing her forehead. "On your knees so you're bent over. Then I'm going to whip you until you scream." "Yes!" Melinda said eagerly. "Do it!" "And then I'm going to leave you there and go get a dog. And I'm going to make you suck my cock while that dog fucks you." I was going for maximum shock value, I had no intention of forcing Melinda into zoophilia. Melinda's eyes widened as she realized just exactly what I'd said. "A dog? You mean like an animal? A real dog?" I stared at her, then got up and retrieved the wrench. It took five minutes to free her. When she got up she almost collapsed, from a combination of terror, exhaustion, and excitement. Yes, she was excited. Our quiet, shy, Melinda. Still waters run deep, so they say. I helped her over to the stocks and locked her in place on her knees. Her neck and wrists were bound, but nothing else. She'd be able to move to avoid the whip. "Your choice, Melinda." I said, showing her two whips. "This one makes a lot of noise and stings." I showed her the whip I'd used on Thuy. "This one hurts like a mother fucker." And I showed her Rachel's riding crop, the one I'd hit Sherry with on her first night. "Which one do you want me to use?" "That one." She said instantly, using her nose to point to the riding crop. "Are you sure? I really will hurt you." I warned her. "Yes. Hurt me." She said. I went around behind her. That's when I discovered her ass was red from smacking the piercing table. The whoosh-craaack was very loud. Melinda bore the first blow in silence. The crop left a bright red patch against her tanned skin the size of a silver dollar. She took the next stroke silently. And the third. And the fourth. It wasn't until the fifth that her breath sobbed out. I wasn't merciful, and Melinda's ass was a moonscape with red splotches for craters before she began to weep. But I didn't stop, just lightening my blows. After a dozen more Melinda made a peculiar noise and rose up to meet the next blow. I reached between her legs to confirm my guess, her slit was sodden with lubricant. I continued her flogging by directing the next blow at her clitoris. She screamed, bucking savagely, dragging the heavy wooden frame a few inches in her struggles. She collapsed, sobbing, almost immediately. Dropping the crop I started to spank her, making her wail and beg for mercy. But I didn't stop until after a long heart-rending epic of whimpering and wailing. Her ass was a flaming beacon, red and tender, almost swollen. I decided it was time to call her fantasy to a close. Smiling at a sudden idea I retrieved a blindfold and used it on the sobbing Phillipino girl. Then I dressed and made a quick raid on the refrigerator for some ice. When I returned Melinda's crying had subsided to an occassional sniffle. "I'm ready, master." Melinda said, as she heard my footsteps. "Ready?" I asked, puzzled. "To let the dog fuck me." Melinda said bravely. "Oh. Sorry, couldn't find one. Have an ice cube instead." I put the ice against her flaming ass. Melinda shrieked in surprize and jerked away. "Oh, God! That's cold." She complained. She squirmed as I forced the ice against her flushed skin. "Stop it! Stop it!" She cried, fighting me. "Be still, unless you want another whipping." I said sternly. That made her stop. Soon she relaxed. "Um, it does take the sting away." She admitted. That's when I shoved the ice cube up her pussy. She stiffened in stunned outrage. I began to massage her clitoris. I took an ice cube in my mouth and bent to lick her clit. The ice cube in her pussy fell out, and I didn't replace it, having too much fun as she shoved her crotch against my face. Before too much longer she came, a small quick one that seemed to just switch her off. I freed her and had to carry her up the stairs to my room where I helped her shower and collapse in my bed. Then I checked the VCR's and joined her. Chapter 31 Upping The Ante I woke to a warm armful of Melinda. She was snuggled against me, eyes open in the dimness. I stroked her back in greeting, smiling down at her. "Good morning, master." She said softly. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes. Did you?" I kissed her lightly. She returned the kiss shyly. "I had wonderful dreams." She said. I checked my watch. "Damn." I said softly. "What's wrong?" "It's 7:30. And I so wanted to fuck you again." I smiled regretfully. "I don't see anyone stopping you." She said. "It's after six o'clock." I explained. "You're a free woman now. And your turn won't come around again for a week." "Fuck me now." She said. "I won't tell if you won't." "Your vagina's too sore." I said, savoring the game. "I don't mind." She said bravely. "Do whatever you want." "Whatever I want?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. She nodded. "What if I wanted to whip you again?" "I'd let you." She answered. "You know what I really want?" I asked lazily, watching her. "What do you really want?" Melinda asked, smiling. "Your last two cherries." "What?" She looked good-naturedly bewildered. She watched me, head tilted, mouth half open. I touched her mouth with one finger and slid the other between her nether cheeks. Her eyes widened. "Oh. If you insist." She said. Solemnly she pulled the sheet from us and urged me onto my back with gentle hands. "I've never done this before." She confided. "Tell me if I do something wrong." She began kissing my chest, working her way down slowly and teasingly. Her fingers trailed over me, leaving delicious tingles in their wake. I was reminded of how Rachel had teased Mei that first night. I smiled lazily down at the quiet Phillipino girl doing her level best to arouse me. And she was succeeding. In the dimness her hair hid everything she did, trailing like tickling feathers over my belly. She took her time, taking nearly five minutes to kiss her way from my chest to my hips, and even then avoiding the main event, which by now was raging with need to be touched. She ran one finger lightly over my balls. I sucked in my breath, shocked at the intensity of the sensation. Melinda flashed a smile at me and gently cupped my balls in one hand, breathing on them for one of the oddest erotic thrills I've ever felt. Still not touching the shaft she licked my balls and kissed them, first one, then the other. Finally she worked up enough nerve to touch me. My penis jumped at the touch, and her fingers curled instinctively around the shaft. The sensation as she slipped her hand along the shaft was exquisite. She stroked me with delicate fingers, kissing the length of my cock with closed lips. Then, without warning, she took me in her mouth, and sucked softly. I gasped and shivered in shock. Melinda began to surreptitiously finger herself as her head moved slowly up and down. Melinda was good, not as good as Sherry, but awesome for a beginner. Her hot wet mouth was giving me sensations I knew would make me lose control within minutes. I toyed with the idea of coming in her mouth, but I wanted to feel her asshole clamping around my cock. Regretfully I pulled her head off my cock, pulling her up. I kissed her, feeling her melt against me. "That was wonderful, Melinda. Thank you." I said soflty. "Now I'm going to fuck your ass. Get on your hands and knees." "Yes, master." She shivered, obeying me. The golden nipple rings dangled, catching a faint gleam from the window. "Are your nipples bothering you?" I asked. She shook her head. I got out the bottle of baby oil I'd originally used on Thuy. Opening it I poured a small amount on Melinda's ass, letting it run down the crack. "Oh, that's cold." She giggled. She got down on her elbows and left her ass high.. "I've always wondered what it would feel like, if a man took me there." She said softly. "Thank you, master. Now I'll know." "You'll know more than you think." I said, chuckling. "I'm going to lube you up inside first." I got my finger oily and began to work it around Melinda's tiny asshole. It was obvious she'd never been reamed before. She gasped and grunted a couple of times, but settled down as I played with her clitoris. "That's nice, master. Don't stop, please." She cooed, moving her ass obscenely. "I love it." Encouraged I tried to push one finger into her. She gasped, but didn't yield. Another attempt made no progress. Stopping a moment I dug through the junk drawer and pulled out a new toy. I unscrewed the cap of the baby oil and screwed on the new top. Melinda twisted awkwardly, trying to see what I was doing. The new top was a very gentle form of the ferocious Dip Stick I'd used on Thuy. The Dip Stick is six inches long and an inch and a half thick at the base. This one was only two inches long and at the thickest, three quarters of an inch across. It looked something like a ball on a stick. The short shaft had holes cut in it and the tip also had a hole, covered now. "I'm going to shove this into you, Melinda." I said, showing the device to her. "It's going to make your asshole slippery, so you'll enjoy getting ass-fucked. If I tried to fuck you dry I'd hurt you something awful. Now be a good little girl and don't fight the probe, ok?" "I won't.." Melinda eyed the thing with misgiving. It was innocent looking-unless it was about to get pushed up your asshole. "Hold still now." I warned her. Obediently she faced front, weight on knees and elbows, ass high. I turned a small lever at the base of the mini dip stick and squirted a stream of oil onto my hard cock, working it along the shaft with one hand. I wanted to make sure I was slippery when I fucked her. That done I pressed the still open ball against her asshole and pressed gently. She groaned as the ball disappeared, aided by a judicious squeeze that forced a tablespoon of oil into her rectum. With the probe firmly seated I squeezed again, making Melinda shiver. "Can you feel that?" I asked. She nodded. "It feels weird, master. I can't describe it." I turned the lever again, closing the ball and opening the cutouts on the shaft. This time when I squeezed Melinda yelped and jumped. Oil oozed out of her asshole around the shaft. "Master!" She exclaimed. "What are you doing?" I twisted the shaft and squeezed, spreading oil around the entire muscular ring. Melinda tensed but didn't struggle. Satisfied that she was as prepared as I could make her I pulled out the probe, noting that her asshole was still tightly clamped. Grabbing her hips I pushed the tip of my cock against her rosebud. She moved uneasily, then settled down. I pushed with a steady pressure, and held it. Eventually I felt the ring relax and open just a bit. My cock did no more than center itself before Melinda clamped shut again. I increased the pressure and held it. Melinda deliberately relaxed, her anus following suit, only to feel the tip of my shaft suddenly sink through the weakening sphincter, and inside. I lost no time in pushing three quarters of my hard cock into her soft asshole. "Uhh, ooohhh." Melinda groaned, feeling an eight inch cock burying itself industriously in her rear passage for the first time in her life. "Master, slowly, please!" I withdrew slowly and shoved myself back in. This time I bottomed out, to Melinda's quiet moan. "Does it hurt?" I asked the panting Phillipino. "Yes." She admitted. "Are you all the way inside me?" "Uh huh. Now fuck yourself in the ass, Melinda." Obediently she swayed forward and back, sliding my shaft in and out. A quiet grunt was all the sound she made. I began to fuck her slowly, carefully. The baby oil was different from the vaseline I'd used on the other girls. It lubricated without being slippery. So the sensation was intensified. It was a lot like fucking Mei, but subtly different. I could tell Melinda didn't like it. In fact I think she hated it. But she didn't say anything, just letting me do whatever I wanted. I continued to fuck her for half an hour. As I continued she shivered and shuddered, making soft cooing noises to spur me on, but she didn't come. She put her head down in the pillow, turning her head to one side. I was shocked to see tears on her cheek. "Does it still hurt, Melinda?" I asked, stopping. I reached under her and began to play with her pussy. She reached back, pushing my hand away. "No master." She gasped. "I want to come from your cock in my ass, not being played with. Please master. Keep going." Pausing a moment to relubricate my cock, I complied. Melinda got up on hands and knees as I started really fucking her. Her quiet gasps soon turned into soft crooning moans. But she didn't come. And I knew I wasn't going to make it. I was right. Losing all control I emptied myself in her bowels. Melinda collapsed, held only by my hands, and cock punching into her ass. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted. We lay panting for a few minutes, nature seperating us early on. When she'd regained her breath, she turned and hugged me, burying her head in my chest. "Thank you." She said muffled. "I belong to you now, totally. You've taken everything I have to offer. I promise never to disappoint you." And she began to cry. Still waters, indeed, I thought as I rocked her. "Melinda, I should thank you. You didn't have to let me do that, but you did anyway. You didn't like it, did you?" She laid still, then silently shook her head once. She burst into fresh tears. It took her a while to recover, and by the time we had showered and I had dressed, it was almost nine o'clock. Melinda was first out the door, and I slammed into her as she backed hastily back in. "Oof!" I said, "Melinda, what are you-" And then I saw them. All the other girls, except Sherry who was at school. It was quite a sight. They were standing quietly in the hallway-stark naked. Melinda turned and buried her face in my chest. Reflex pulled my arms around her. I could feel the heat on Melinda's cheek against my skin. She was blushing furiously. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked, angry that Melinda had been embarassed this way. She had a very strong nudity taboo, and had been reluctant to walk the short distance from my room to hers without any clothes. And now she'd walked unknowing into the sight of five of the six other harem members. That they were naked too just seemed to make it worse. "You've embarassed Melinda." I said, holding the trembling girl tightly. "I hope there's a good reason for this ladies." My voice was cold. Melinda shook her head against my chest. "Please, don't be angry with them." Melinda said. "It's ok, I'm just embarassed, that's all. Don't let me cause them any trouble." She straightened up and turned, flinching to face the other girls, who by now wore a range of expressions from dismayed to embarassed. "Excuse me please, I have to get to my room." She stepped forward. I laid a hand on her shoulder. She stopped, not looking at anyone. "Just a moment, Melinda. I think they owe you an apology." "I'm sorry, Melinda. We didn't mean to embarass you. It was a surprize for Paul." Rachel said, always quickest when it came to the feelings of others. Her eyes fell on Melinda's nipple rings and her eyes widened. She caught herself quickly. Thuy also saw the rings, but her reaction was more enthusiastic. "Wow." She exclaimed. "Where did you get those?" Melinda blushed again. "Thuy!" My voice cracked like a whip. Thuy jerked and instantly knelt. "Yes, master." She asked humbly. "You've embarassed Melinda. I'm ashamed of you! Get to your room right now!" I was really mad. Thuy was a nice girl, but her unpredictable nature made her somewhat tactless. She'd embarassed Gina the same way.. Thuy started to bolt but Mei stopped her. "Master, please listen. Melinda, I apologize most humbly. Please, we did not want to embarass you in any way. I'm truly sorry to make you uncomfortable. This wasn't what I had planned at all. Will you forgive me?" And Mei knelt to the Phillipino girl. Melinda seemed to have reached saturation point. Taking a deep breath she said. "I'm the one who's making a scene, Mei. Please forgive me?" And she reached down to pull the shorter girl to her feet. She turned to me. "I'm all right now, master. I'm just not used to letting people see me naked." Her voice faltered for a moment, then she recovered. "I never liked gym very much because of that." And she smiled timidly. My heart warmed to her courage. "That still doesn't explain your outrageous behaviour." I said, sweeping the group with my eyes. Only Alima met my gaze squarely. Even my mischevious Mei Ling refused to meet my eyes. Thuy still knelt with bowed head, fingers splayed to keep her balance. She shivered. "Mei Ling?" I prodded. "Master." She didn't raise her head. "Well?" I prodded her again. Gina stepped forward. She put her hands behind her back and spoke with lowered head. "We want to be your slaves." It was blurted out, as though she'd wanted to say it before I stopped her. You could have blown me over with a weed eater. "Huh?" Was my witty rejoiner. Melinda actually giggled. Alima tossed her hair out of her eyes and said. "We want to be your slaves." "I rather thought you already were." I said mildly. "We're just pretending, now." Gina said, finally raising her head. "We want it to be for real, all the time." "Mei put you up to this, didn't she?" I asked. The girls looked at each other but didn't answer. "Mei Ling, do you know what you're sucking the other girls into?" I asked. "You are a fine master!" Mei said defiantly. "Maybe." I said. "But do you know what you're asking? Especially with Tara coming tonight? And Melinda not twenty-four hours in the harem?" "I do. Tara doesn't matter, and Melinda isn't a child. She can join us or not, we won't force her. But I want to be your slave, for real. You know that." She knelt to me. "Am I asking so very much, master? Will you refuse me something I so dearly want?" I opened my mouth to make some smart remark, then realized what she'd just said. Will you refuse me something I so dearly want? She'd given me so much, and I loved her desperately. Could I really refuse her something she wanted so much? After all, I decided what her slavery consisted of. It wasn't as though I had to take advantage of her except after six, now was it? Of course, she didn't have to know that. "Melinda," I said, choosing my words carefully. "You're the newest member of the harem. I want to assure you that this isn't normal behavior on the girls' part. I would also like to point out that you have full control of your own body till six o'clock, and I wouldn't think of ordering you to do anything you don't want to. Having said that I invite you to attend the meeting I'm calling right now. I think it's going to set a precedent, and it could be important you hear things first hand." "Should I get dressed first?" She asked seriously. Biting back a smile I said. "That's entirely up to you. Ladies, I want you to meet with me in the library in five minutes. Be warned I'm going to video tape this meeting, and make several copies of the tape afterward. Since you are free spirits at the moment I council you to act in accord with your desires." With as much dignity as I could muster I went back and loaded a fresh tape, making sure I was using 8 hour mode. Pompous ass, wasn't I? When I got to the libarary the girls were still naked, even Melinda. She was seated in a deep armchair, arms and legs arranged to minimize her exposure. No one said anything as I took my favorite chair. I looked over the assembled girls. Mei, Thuy, and Gina were seated on the couch. Alima was perched on the couch's arm and Rachel was seated in the chair next to Melinda's. Mei was serene, Rachel impassive. Thuy and Gina were plainly nervous, Alima was putting on a brave front. Melinda looked very uncomfortable. "Today is Tuesday, April 2, 1990." I spoke suddenly. "It is 9:23 AM. This meeting is called to order. The reason for this meeting is to discuss the-" I hunted for a word. "-unusual request made of me by members of my harem." "The floor is open." Mei spoke. "Master, I formally request you make me your permanent slave girl." "State your full name and age." I said. "My name is Mei Ling Wu. I'm 19 years old." "And you are under no duress of any kind?" "You know I'm not." Mei said with dignity. "I'm doing this because I want to. More than I've ever wanted anything before. I love you, and I want to become your permanent slave. For real, not this game we've been playing." "Slavery is illegal." I pointed out. "Not of the heart." She said softly. "You and I know you'd never keep me if I wanted to go. You're too kind." "And what if I change?" I demanded suddenly. "What if I become some raging monster and try to hurt you? What then, Dragon Lady? I'd lose everything you ever gave me. Are you willing to risk that?" "I have faith in you, master. You aren't a monster. You're a good, fine man. Your heart is great, your spirit bright. This game of yours is just that. But I want more, master. I want to be owned by you, to know in my soul I belong to you." "I love you, Mei Ling." I said softly. "You're my guiding light, the wonder of my days. How can I cage you, Dragon Lady? How can I lay claim to you? The game must remain a game, or it isn't a game anymore." "Then damn your game!" Mei sprang from the couch, to land on one knee in front of me. "I want to belong to you. I love you with all my heart, master. Please, I beg you, don't deny me this!" And my bright lovely lady, always sunny, always bright, was on the edge of tears. "Make me your slave, forever! No more games! I offer myself to you, unconditionally, with no reservations. Please don't reject me." She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Naked, she was magnificient, not even Alima came close. She held my eyes, begging, demanding, wanting. "Are you absolutely sure this is what you want?" I asked her softly, dreading the answer, whether yes or no. "With all my heart." Mei said firmly. "I-" I had to swallow. "If you accept the new conditions of slavery, then I will accept you. Reluctantly." "I accept them." Mei said instantly. "Whatever they might be." "Listen to them before you decide." I warned her. "First, your slavery will last twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Second, you must sign an affidavit stating you agree to the terms of your slavery. Third, if you ever decide to leave there will be twenty-four hours of torture before you're released. It won't injure you physically, but will be as painful as I can inflict. Do you still agree, Mei Ling Wu?" "Yes." She said instantly. "Since I'll never leave you, the penalties for leaving don't bother me." "There's one final condition." I said. "To mark you as a slave you will wear a heavy chain necklace, impossible for you to remove short of destroying it. So all the world will know you're my slave the collar will bear the inscription: My name is Mei Ling, and I am the willing slave of Paul Reiner." "That sounds wonderful, master. I'm yours." She said. I sighed, wondering where I was going to find such a necklace. The necklace had been a last ditch effort to dissuade her. "Then so be it. I accept you as my slave, Mei Ling." I said reluctantly. All the other girls, except Melinda burst into applause. Melinda looked on, confused. Rachel got up as Mei returned to her seat. "I want to be your slave too." Rachel said. I sighed. "Full name and age." I said. "Rachel Two-Feathers, I'm 18 years old, and my Apache name is Moonlight's Laughter." "And what about your parents, Rachel?" I asked softly. "How would you ever visit them again, wearing a slave collar? It won't come off, and you can't hide it. In fact, I would order you not to try." "I don't care." Rachel said, although she paled. "My place is here, and I'm already your slave, in my heart. I'd figure out something." "I'm not ready to accept the responsibility, Rachel. If your father knew he might do something rash. In fact, he probably would. You know that." "Must it be a collar?" Rachel asked. "Couldn't it be something else? Maybe a bracelet, or a belt, or something?" "I'm not willing to risk it, Moonlight's Laughter. Making you a permanent slave-" I paused. "You know, that's an awfully cumbersome term. We're going to have to come up with something better." "Handmaiden." Thuy said suddenly. Mei nodded. I shrugged. "Ok, handmaiden. Making you a handmaiden, Rachel, is just too dangerous. It would endanger the harem. I can't demand you cut yourself off from your parents." "Mei's got the same problem." Rachel pointed out. "No." Mei said, thoughtfully. "I often wear unusual jewelry. It wouldn't obviously be a slave collar. But Paul has a point, Rachel. In your case it would be too dangerous." "Not if the inscription weren't in English." Rachel said. "What if it were in Chinese? I'm a member of this harem and I deserve a chance at becoming a handmaiden. Please, master." I considered. The chain I had in mind would certainly pass for a necklace, and not even seem all that unusual. "Old English runes." I decided. "Something unlikely to be understood by anyone. Yours too, Mei. And something further, if someone does manage to read the inscription you must give yourself to them for the night, if they want you. Agreed?" "Yes, master." Mei said. Rachel nodded. I sighed again and put my head in my hands. "Master." I raised my head, knowing what was coming. "Yes, Thuy?" I asked resignedly. "My name is Thuy Li Min, and I am 18 years old. I want to become your handmaiden." "Dammit!" I roared, rising to my feet. "Have you all taken leave of your senses? Thuy, come on! You don't know me! You've been here just a little over a week! You can't want to do something so, so-" I floundered, not able to find a word to fit the enormity of what she contemplated. "But Mei and Rachel do know you." Thuy said. "I trust their judgement. And I trust my heart. I want to be your slave, for all time." She was nervous, but resolute. I looked at Alima, and Gina, who nodded their agreement. "What you are proposing is so-" I floundered again. "Wonderful?" Mei suggested. "Awesome." Thuy said firmly. "Bizzare!" I shouted, sinking back into my chair. "It means I can take you any where, any way, any time. It means you'll have to go through a day of hell in order to leave. It means you'll wear a collar for the rest of your life. Gina, think about what you're planning! You haven't even been here a week." "I don't care. For the first time in my life I'm accepted for what I am. I'm not a freak anymore. You did that, you and the girls. I'm proud to be here, and I want to prove it as strongly as I know how. My name is Gina Washington and I'm 23 years old. I want to be your handmaiden." "And my name is Alima Jahrain, I'm 18 years old. And I want to be your slave." Alima broke in. "What about Sherry?" I asked suddenly. "Is she going to march in here after school and demand to be a handmaiden too?" "Yes." Mei said calmly. "That's just what we need. Tara coming and Sherry a slave girl. She'll have a field day." "Who is this Tara, please?" Melinda asked timidly. "Yeah, and why are you so concerned about her?" Gina asked. "Tara O'Keefe is another girl coming to join the harem." I said reluctantly. I hadn't wanted anyone else but Mei to know, but I wouldn't lie. "I have reason to believe she's a plant from the FBI to see what's going on." There was stunned silence. "Then she shouldn't come!" Alima said fiercely. "I'll pull her hair out!" Even peaceful Rachel growled in agreement. I held up my hands. "I don't know that!" I raised my voice. The girls quieted instantly. "What if I'm wrong? How would you have felt if you'd been greeted with suspicion and distrust? Rachel, what would you have done if Mei treated you like a spy?" "I see your point." Rachel said. "But it just makes me furious that some outsider would stick their nose in where it doesn't belong." "You can find out." Alima said. "With enough money answers are always available." Her face was grim. I reflected that Alima was right, and wouldn't hesitate. Her father probably handled things that way routinely. "We're talking about the FBI here, Alima. They don't mess around. They hear about somebody sniffing around and they're likely to get nervous. We don't want that." "You have a better idea?" Gina asked. I nodded. "Just maybe. Let's assume Tara isn't an agent. What are the chances she'll fit in?" "Excellent." Mei said. "Your choices have been ten for ten, I trust your instincts." "Ok, now let's assume Tara is a plant. What are the chances we can seduce her?" I asked the room at large. Thuy grinned, showing her teeth in something that wasn't a smile. "I like the way you think, master." She said. "She wouldn't stand a chance." "Don't be too sure." Rachel warned the Vietnamese girl. "I've dealt with government types before. Bureaucrats are easy to bribe, but have all the genuine feelings of a rattlesnake. Less, even." "She's a woman, isn't she?" Thuy shot back. "She'll be helpless with the master all night long, won't she? You figure it out." Mei grinned mischeviously. Rachel shook her head. But I could tell she was the only one with misgivings. Still, Rachel had proven herself an expert on people. I wouldn't lightly disregard her instincts. "There's nothing to decide until Tara arrives at two o'clock." I said. "Rachel, I'd like you to pick her up. That should give you time to make up your mind. I'm counting on your report to let me know exactly where we stand. You'll have about three hours to decide." "Gee, thanks." Rachel said. "That's how you earn the big bucks." I said, chuckling. "Speaking of big bucks," Alima said. "We haven't heard from our newest harem member." She looked pointedly at Melinda. "You leave her alone, Alima." I warned the Arabic girl. "She hasn't been here long enough to make any kind of decisions. Give her at least a week." "Yes, master." She said.. Melinda was hugging herself nervously. She spoke up. "I have only been here one day." She said softly. It embarassed her to be the center of attention, but she took a deep breath and continued. "Everyone has been so kind to me, and Paul was wonderful to me last night. It was he who gave me these." She shifted so everyone could see her touch her nipple rings. There were raised eyebrows and incredulous looks thrown my way. "I am proud to wear his rings, so in a way he has already marked me as his handmaiden. My name is Melinda Orli and I am 20 years old. I wish to wear his collar as well." "Melinda, no!" I said loudly. "Jesus, lady, you've only been here one day! There's plenty of time to make that decision! Don't rush into something like that!" I really was frightened by the idea. "Listen to me, all of you!" I said, standing up. "Please! What you are committing yourself to isn't just a game! You're talking real slavery! Do you know what that means? Maybe Mei knows what she's doing. She's been here longer than any of the rest of you. And Rachel perhaps." I turned to the black girl, who met my gaze. "My sad, lovely, Gina. You've been here what, five days? How can you hope to know me in so short a time? How can you be sure?" "I'm sure." Gina said firmly. "This is my home now. You are my master. And I'll fight hell itself to stay. Don't you want me?" Her voice sank on the last question. "Of course I want you! But I want you free to go or stay as you decide. Not from some noble gesture you'll live to regret." "Look at you!" I swept my arm around. "Naked, pleading to be enslaved! What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you know how dangerous it could be if you're wrong about me?" "We aren't wrong." Rachel said, coming to stand in front of me. Her eyes were steady. Her bush was just beginning to get full again from her depiliation. "I tortured you once, Moonlight's Laughter." I said softly, taking her by the shoulders. "I deserved it." Rachel said softly. "If you leave after being enslaved it will be much worse." "I'm not going to leave." She said smiling. "You won't be able to get rid of me." I had to smile. "My brave Rachel. How lucky I am to have you. Are you absolutely positive? Don't do this because Mei is. She's crazy." "I resemble that remark!" Mei said tartly. Then she smiled. "I'm not. I've been your slave since that first night. Accept me as your handmaiden." I shook my head but gathered her in for a hug. "You're going to be the death of me, Rachel Two-Feathers." I murmured in her ear. "Hey, I hope you brought enough for everybody!" Alima said, shamelessly crowding up. By the time it was all over even Melinda had hugged me. "Ladies, I don't know what to say." I said looking around. "How can one man be so lucky?" Nobody answered that. "Well?" Mei finally asked. "Well what?" "What is your first command, master? Please make it a good one!" "Uh. Hmm." I said. "Let's see. Ah. Mei, you will find someone to make the collars. They must be hypo-allogenic, so they won't cause a rash or anything. They've got to be attractive, like jewelry. And they've got to be damn near indestrucible. Once on, it should take an act of God to get them off. And they have to be engraved of course. You remember the inscription?" "My name is Mei Ling and I am the willing slave of Paul Reiner." Mei could remember almost anything she heard letter perfect. It was annoying at times, but came in handy. "And a similar one for the rest of the girls. You're authorized to spend up to ten thousand for each collar. Try to do it for less. Final approval by me." "At once master!" And Mei sprang away to the computer. "I am not happy about this." I told the rest of the girls. "I really wish you'd change your minds." "Not a chance." Alima declared. "Mei was right. This is what we need to do." "Mei said that?" I asked mildly. "How curious. Did she happen to say why?" "Because we want to prove ourselves worthy of what you've given us." Thuy said. I felt confused. "What? Room and board?" "No, silly." Gina said. "Love. And complete acceptance." "I don't understand." I complained. "Melinda, do you know what they're talking about?" She silently shook her head. "Each of us have different stories, master." Thuy said. "For me, it was the way you totally conquered me that first night. And the way you tended me the next morning, sorry that you'd left welts. Although I didn't mind." "And the rest of you feel similarly?" I asked. One by one they nodded. Melinda looked thoughtful. "And what about you, Melinda?" I asked. "Why do you want to be a handmaiden? Does any of this make sense to you?" "I think so." She said slowly. "I want to be your slave because it's the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me. I'm shy, and when you force me to do something, it's as though someone else takes over my body. I can do things I'd never dare dream of, and enjoy them." "Like your rings?" I asked. She nodded, blushing. "For me, it was the way you accepted my problem as something special." Gina said after a short pause. "You really thought it was something to be proud of, and you made me feel wanted. For the first time in my life I didn't have to worry about somebody finding out about me. That's worth anything I can give you." "And you saved my life." Alima said. "I won't forget that, not ever." "I nearly ended your life." I said, shaking my head. "Rachel saved you." "No, master." Alima smiled. "She brought me back. But you were the one who showed me what I really was. You forced me to really look at myself. I didn't like what I saw, but you ground my nose in it. Hopefully I've changed. Because of you, people like me now." "You saved me from becoming a whore." Rachel said. "You kept me from dying in some filthy hotel in Phoenix or Tuscon. You gave me a home and a second family. You've given me more money than I can ever spend. And a way to really make a difference in my life and the lives of others." Her speech made the other girls sit up and pay attention. "Because of you I'll stay young for years and years, master. I can't think of anywhere I'd rather be, or anyone I'd rather spend my life with." Rachel spoke from her heart. The words burned at me. I didn't deserve such praise. "And you gave me love." Mei said from her seat by the computer. "You gave yourself to me as surely as you took my virginity. We are lovers, master. No matter who you make love to, or who you give me to, we'll always share each others dreams." She rose and came to me. "I'm frightened to death of losing you." She said, sitting beside me. She took my hand in a gesture unique to her. "I want you to own me and never let me go." "Mei Ling, Dragon Lady." I choked, then recovered. "I love you. I love the others too but you will always hold a special place in my heart. You were first, and you gave me love when I was lonely." "Rachel, Moonlight's Laughter. You say I saved you. Hear the truth, lady! Without you there would be no dream. You bind us together, you smooth over our troubles. You give all of us our life here together. We all owe you far more than a few trinkets!" "And Thuy, little lotus! Yours is the hardest task. You bear the pain of my anger for all. If ever I want to hurt one of the girls you are the one I come to. You take the agony and turn it into orgasm. You joyfully take what would hurt the others to yourself. No love has any woman to give greater than that." "Alima, proud Alima! You are the one to be conquered, the challenger of my arrogance. You wear your slavery like a shield, forcing me to subdue you, and work out my vanity so I don't make a fool of myself." "Gina, my sad lovely lady. You most of all I should thank. Making you happy is a reward beyond price. Giving you the pleasure you deny yourself brings me joy and peace. Worlds are won or lost by men striving to please women like you. Be happy here, forever." "And last, but not least." I stood and walked over to Melinda, taking her hands. "The quiet one. Shy and retiring. But strong, so awesomely strong. Courage of the heart is a rare thing." I said, stealing a line shamelessly. "And you have that, Melinda Orli. The heroine who fears everything, and does what she must regardless. Welcome home, Melinda. You've given me yourself, and there can be no greater gift than that." Melinda blushed furiously, but kept eye contact, a happy smile fighting through the embarassment. "I love you all!" I roared, dropping Melinda's hands and spinning with arms wide. "For you, no more games! I swear by all that's holy, we will share a love to rock the pillars of heaven!" I grabbed the nearest girl, who happened to be Gina and spun her around. Laughing I sprang to Thuy and scooped her off the floor. She squealed happily as we staggered around the room. The other girls jumped us and for a short time I was buried in a sea of naked flesh, each struggling to be closer to me. After a while we all collapsed, exhausted. I was shamelessly happy, down to my very toes. Closing my eyes for a moment I reveled in the feeling. I had to force myself back. "Too much of that and I'll end up in a padded room." I said, struggling to stand. "Come on, ladies, time to get back to work. If you're going to be slaves, you'll have to keep your nose to the grindstone." Have you ever seen a half-dozen naked women stretch like cats after a long nap? Damn near popped my eyeballs. "Now if you handmaidens will kindly get your asses decently covered, we've got to prepare for a new slave girl. Chop Chop." I said clapping my hands. They scattered good naturedly. When Rachel left at one-thirty to pick up Tara her room was ready and I had briefed the girls on the fantasy I had planned for Tara. What I hate is waiting, don't you? When everything's in place, there's nothing left to do-but wait. Fortunately this wait was only for half an hour. Continued in part 19