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"Can I have those papers please, Doctor?" Her impish, triumphant grin was both gorgeous ... and misplaced.

"Of course you can, Tammie. Please come in for a moment." I lifted my gaze to her friends. "I'm sure these young ladies won't mind waiting."

It was that easy. She took a deep breath and walked into my office, sitting in one of my chairs. I closed and locked the door then crossed the office, unceremoniously lifting her top to get access to her breasts. She suppressed a squeal as I did so, and suppressed another when I gripped her nipples firmly through her bra. My voice was low, soft and menacing. "Nice try, little slut. Did you really think your friends would stop me? Shall I go let them in to watch?"



She stiffened and shook her head silently. I twisted her nipples for emphasis, feeling her squirm under my grip. "Don't ever play games with me, slut. You present yourself where, when, and how I say ... Or plenty of people get copies of my screen saver." Tammie looked over to my computer screen, to see herself, naked in her heels, standing on the desk. A few seconds later there she was, smiling through a layer of cum.





She was beaten. "I understand, sir," she whispered.

"For your sake, Tammie, I sincerely hope you do. You can prove it by turning up at my place tonight. Be there at eight, and be dressed like a street hooker. You're certainly going to be used like one." She stood and left, battling tears.

By eight o'clock I was pacing the floor of my apartment so much you'd have thought it was me being blackmailed. I'd stripped my bed back to the (new) sheets, tied ropes to each leg of the bed, and tucked a box of toys and tricks out of sight but easily accessible. The lights were dim, and a scented candle burned on a table to one side. OK, OK, I recognise that little romantic touches were out of place given that I was about to use Tammie like so much slutmeat, but I did it anyway.

She knocked quietly on the door, and I flicked on my security camera. Excellent - she was alone. I slipped a note under the door, close to her feet, and watched the monitor as she bent to pick it up. "Take off your top, and wait," she read.

Truth be told, her top wasn't hiding much anyway. It was a black, satin-like fabric, halter neck, plunging down her front to a knot above her navel. Her cleavage was fully exposed, and only luck was keeping her nipples hidden. There was, however, a world of difference between strutting about in a scandalous top, and standing topless in the hallway of my apartment block. Tammie stood, wrestling with her own thoughts for fully 30 seconds before she took a deep breath and unknotted her top, slipping it from her shoulders and into her handbag. In the end, as she seemed to realise, she didn't have a lot of choice.

I only left her standing there for a minute or so, but to her it no doubt felt like hours. She crossed her arms over her breasts and scanned the hallway constantly, her ears straining either for the sounds of movement in my apartment or the soft tone which announced the elevator. When the moment was right, I opened the door and let her in.

She virtually raced into my apartment, pushing past me, her breasts brushing against my arm. I laughed. "Good evening, Tammie. Thank you for coming."

She didn't answer for a moment. Eventually, softly, she said "I didn't really have a choice, did I?"

"No, Tammie, you didn't. And the stunt you pulled by bringing your friends along to my office just pissed me off. Not a good move. Follow me."



I led her into the living room and had her stand, hands on her hips, in the middle of the room. Looking at her, I whistled softly. She was nothing short of stunning. I stood behind her, close against her, and reached around to cup her breasts, my fingers finding their way to her nipples more gently than earlier, caressing them, kneading them softly, stroking the curve of her breast. I moved my hips forward, my hardening cock pressing into her ass.

Hate me she might, but Tammie was responding to the caress of my fingers on her nipples. I moved around and dropped to one knee, taking her left nipple in my mouth, sucking softly. She tried to be cold, just enduring me, but her body gave her away. She moved against my mouth just so, and soon a soft cooing sound, too soft to be a proper moan escaped her. I smiled to myself and pulled away. The evening was still young.











I flicked a button on my CD player and slow, sultry jazz began to fill the room. Tammie watched as I picked up my camera and smiled. "Strip for me, whore. Slowly, sensually. And remember to smile."

Smile? She scowled. "I'm no whore!"

"Of course you're not. After all, I'm going to fuck you for free. Now start dancing."

Stripping to music is much harder than it looks, or so I've been told. Tammie started moving her hips to the music, closing her eyes (no doubt to forget where she was) and gyrating softly to the beat. Her breasts swayed softly, gently, enticingly. I sat back and watched, snapping the occasional photo to add to my collection.



After a minute or so, still swaying gently, she reached for the catch on her skirt, then eased it down over her hips. Her skirt dropped, a puddle of soft black fabric at her feet, and she stepped to one side, still dancing.





I continued to snap photographs as she danced, down now to her panties and heels. Of course, a little slut like her probably shouldn't have had panties on in the first place, but these particular panties - in truth little more than lace and string - served to emphasise rather than to hide her succulent young cunt. A few bars more music, then she shot me a look of pure venom and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. They fell to the ground, where I souvineered them. They smelt amazing.

"Hey!" she said. "They're mine!"

I laughed. "Tell you what, Tammie. You can collect them during next week's lecture if you like. That is, if you don't mind your classmates knowing you are a complete slut."

For the third time today, she looked utterly defeated. I loved it.

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Standing next to her, I cupped my hand against Tammie's perfect ass, steering her into the bedroom with a push. She snorted when she saw the candles. "You expecting somebody?"

*** SLAP ***

The slap I delivered to her ass produced more noise than pain - and surprised the hell out of her, judging by her jump and squeal. "You should watch the sassiness, Tammie," I said softly. "A little can be sexy ... But bad girls get spanked. Now, lay on your back on the bed."







She was beyond resisting now, and compliantly lay down on the bed. I closed her eyes with my fingertips, then drew up the nearest rope. Her eyes shot open when she realised what I was up to, but it was really too late for her to do anything about it. When that wrist was securely bound, I closed her eyes again, and bound the other. This time she managed to keep her eyes closed.

Moving down to her ankles, I watched her surreptitiously testing the wrist ropes, her long fingers trying to find some purchase on the knots, her wrists twisting against their bondage. She soon realised her efforts were fruitless, but it didn't stop her trying.

With Tammie's ankles firmly bound, I found myself just inches from the sexy feet she'd teased me with for all those weeks. Time for some fun. I leaned in close, drinking in the scent of her feet, then touching my tongue to her toes, licking over the scarlet-coloured nails, sliding my tongue down into the crevasse beside her big toe. It tickled, and she squirmed, but she seemed determined not to laugh. I didn't give a fuck - I was in heaven.

My lips traced the tender flesh of her instep, sucking and biting gently, down to her heel, then back up to her toes, where I feasted some more.



Needless to say by this time my cock was completely hard and begging for attention. I slipped out of my clothes and began painting the soles of her feet with my cock, tracing lines of pre-cum all over them. It was so hot, the sensitive head of my cock against the soft skin of her feet.

In danger of cumming suddenly, I stood and had Tammie smile sweetly as I snapped away several more photos. I had quite a collection by now.



Setting the camera aside, I crawled onto the bed and began licking and kissing my way up her long, tanned legs. Tammie had dropped any pretence of resistance now, and was beginning to find ways to enjoy herself. My attention to her toes had turned her on more than she would care to admit. By the time I reached her sweet, trimmed pussy, she was sopping wet and breathing deeply.



With my tongue, I traced my way up and down Tammie's labia, licking away the juices of her arousal. I love to eat pussy, and this was some pussy - fresh, sweet, young somehow. Parting her lips with my tongue, I licked my way further inside, darting my tongue into her. Tammie was moaning openly now, her hips pressing her pussy up towards my face. This was not, at a guess, something her footballer lovers bothered with terribly often.



I found her clit, pressed my lips around it and sucked firmly, drawing the surrounding flesh into my mouth, flicking her clit directly with my tongue. The reaction was amazing - as though a switch had been tripped Tammie bucked upwards, her legs working in little spasms as an unexpected and intense orgasm hit her. I stayed on her clit for a few moments after she became too sensitive and began begging me to stop.

My turn. I crawled up her body, pausing to firmly suck each nipple on the way, until we were face to face. Leaning down, I kissed her pretty young face, my tongue pressing into her mouth. To my surprise she yielded without a fight and even seemed to kiss me back. I eased my cock into position at the entrance to her cunt and slid in, smoothly and easily, still kissing her.



She was just as incredible inside as she was outside - firm, tight, yet so wet that stroking in and out of her silky cunt was an ease. I established a steady rhythm, resting up on my elbows, watching her pretty young face, eyes closed, contorting with each thrust. A little faster now, a little harder. I could feel the cum rising in my cock.

Faster. Pounding the slut now. Her eyes snapped open suddenly. "Please ..." she moaned, "not inside ... I'm not on the pill. Please?"

Fortunately for her I had no intention of coming inside her. At the last possible moment I pulled out, groaning like a man in pain, and came hard, my cock pulsing and blowing cum over her pussy and thighs, matting up her pubic hair into a sticky, sexy mess. Several more photos were added to my collection as soon as I recovered enough to think straight.





I released her from the ropes and followed her back out to the living room where she dressed silently and walked towards the door. Poised on the threshold, she turned back and surprised the hell out of me.



"You're still a complete fucking asshole," she said, "but that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

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It's quite amazing what a young woman can get used to if she must. Tammie, gorgeous prom-princess turned academic cheat, still resented her position as my fuck-puppet, but as the weeks passed and I used her time and again, her hatred dimmed and quiet acceptance set in. We had established something of a routine: three nights a week (but more if I felt like it) Tammie arrived at my home, dressed like a whore, and submitted to being fucked senseless for a couple of hours.









There had been some minor changes. Her pussy hair was gone now, her toes were painted only in shades which I liked, she wore an anklet I had bought to decorate her with, and she had long since gotten over her aversion to swallowing my cum. All in all, life was good and I was getting the best sex I'd ever had.

Problem was, the initial thrill of chasing and capturing this delicious young filly had faded along with her resistance. Her acquiescence removed the edge of danger from our encounters. The sex was fantastic, but Tammie was getting too comfortable. So was I, for that matter. I didn't want a lover or girlfriend, I wanted a helpless whore, submitting to my whims because she had no other choice. Tonight, it was time to ramp things up a little.

I had borrowed a video camera from work - if tonight was as hot as I expected, it would be a movie to be replayed time and again - and set it up in the living room, ready for phase one. Now, all I had to do was wait.

Tammie was nothing if not punctual - I don't think she wanted to find out what would happen if she was late - so at precisely eight, the elevator bell sounded out in the hall, and the clacking cadence of a pair of extremely slutty high heels made their way towards my door.

As I had done the very first time she attended me, I left her to wait for a minute or so after she rang my doorbell. She knew I was there, and knew I was probably watching. Every few seconds her gaze flicked involuntarily towards my security camera, her face reflecting an oddly fetching combination of fear and impatience. I smiled softly. It was good to see her afraid again.



I opened the door and stood in the doorway, smiling with what I hoped was an evil glint in my eye. "Are you pantiless and freshly shaved as instructed, Tammie?"

"Of course."

"Show me."

Another satisfying flash of fear passed over her face. "You want me to lift my skirt right here?"

"No, Tammie. I want you to take it off completely."

Fear turned momentarily to outrage, which in turn became embarrassment. Her hand went to the waistband of her skirt and unfastened the button and zipper. Her skirt fell, leaving her naked from navel to shoes. She stepped forward, apparently trying to get past me to the relative safety of my apartment. I shifted, blocking her way. "No, Tammie, not until I check."



She was desperate to get inside now. "Please, Dr. Ang? For fuck's sake, you can see I've done as you said. Please let me in?"

Ignoring her pleas, I had Tammie stand with her hands on her head and slowly turn around, first showing me her succulent pink cunt, lips slightly splayed, inviting play, already touched with the moisture of her unwilling arousal; and her incredible ass, so smooth, so taut, so perfectly curved, tight enough to hide away her tiny asshole. I spanked her once, firmly on the ass, then stood aside. "You may go inside now, Tammie."



She virtually pushed me over on her way inside, such was her rush. Excellent - not feeling so comfortable now, are we slut?

Safely in the living room, Tammie looked around uncertainly. She had noticed the video camera, and was already off balance. I didn't want to give her a chance to regain her composure. Taking her by the shoulder I led her to a small red mat I had placed on the floor, in perfect position for the camera. "Stand on the mat, smile at the camera and strip, slut."

She took a deep breath and complied, flashing a sweet-but-fake smile for the camera and shrugging out of her top. No sexy gyrations or stripper's flourishes this time - but that was fine, her reluctance was getting me off. Soon she was bare, with her clothes set down to one side and her arms by her side. A muscle in her shoulder twitched ... she was aching to fold her arms over her breasts, but she knew I would be far from impressed if she did.





Yet again I feasted my eyes on the gorgeous young body I had at my disposal. Fucking amazing. And I could use her any way I liked. I started by unfolding a long strip of black velvet which I had obtained especially for tonight. Her head flinched away from me as I began wrapping it around her, binding her eyes, enveloping her in darkness.

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When I felt sure she was properly blindfolded I tied off the velvet then, standing in front of her, aimed a full-blooded punch at her nose. I pulled the punch short, but Tammie didn't even flinch. She couldnt see a thing.

I stepped away again, and returned momentarily with a set of bright silver handcuffs. These were no sex-shop toys. They were the real deal, bought under the counter from a hard core bondage store. I took Tammie's wrists and crossed them in front of her navel, snapping the cold metal bracelets onto her. She bit her lips and I thought I saw a tear trace its way down her cheek from the bottom of her blindfold, but otherwise she was silent.

I left her there for a few moments and stepped behind my video camera, losing my clothing along the way. I zoomed in and panned slowly up, then back down Tammie's impossibly perfect young body, blindfolded, handcuffed, vulnerable, and oh so sexy. I let the camera linger on her fingers, just inches above her bare cunt, trying to find the catches on the cuffs, looking for a way out. Her efforts, completely futile of course, were a turn-on to watch.



Setting the camera just right, I walked back to my bound and apprehensive victim, turning her away from the camera and putting her spectacular ass on display.

I left her there for a few moments while I retrieved a black marker pen I had set down nearby. So far, everything was going according to plan.

Across Tammie's back, in neat black letters which could easily be read on camera, I wrote ''I'm about to lose my anal virginity." My secret was out ... sort of.



Tammie squirmed from the unusual sensation of the pen's felt tip on her back. ''What are you writing? What does it say? Oh, fuck, will it come off?" Needless to say I didn't answer - she'd find out when the time was right.

A short interlude followed, while I moved the camera to my bedroom to record her deflowering. I marched her, still cuffed and blindfolded, to my bed, and had her kneel, raising her ass high. It was uncomfortable for her, balancing on her elbows, trying to find a way to stop her cuffs from digging in ... and, of course, wondering what was going to happen next.

She worked it out pretty quickly, I'll give her that. I squirted some lube (yes lube, I'm an asshole not a sadist) onto a finger and started rubbing it around the entrance to her ass, parting her cheeks to reveal her tight, pink, wrinkled little hole. No sooner had I begun rubbing in the lube than she realised. She started crying. "Oh, shit, you're going to fuck my ass. Please, Doctor. Please, please don't. I've never had anything in there. I can't take this. Please?"



I responded in a soft, calm, utterly determined voice. "I am going to do this, Tammie. I don't care how much it hurts, or how much you cry. I am going to fuck your ass."

She buried her head in the bed and continued sobbing as I lubed a finger and slowly, firmly pressed it to her asshole. She resisted at first, but nobody can clench their asscheeks forever, and eventually my finger was fully inside her, the first thing ever to penetrate her ass.

As soon as she felt my finger ease past the ring of muscle at the entrance to her ass she clamped down again desperately, but it was a losing battle. Slowly, my finger worked its way in and out, dilating the muscle. She began opening up for me. At the other end Tammie continued to put on a show, sobbing softly and whimpering. "Ow, ow, oh fuck ..." It was music to my ears.

I withdrew my finger and smiled as her ass remained ever so slightly open for me. Time for the real thing. I gently rubbed some lube onto my cock, which was harder than I remember in ages, and knelt behind her.



I teased her with my cock, rubbing the head up and down her asscrack, over her small pink hole. She continued to whimper, prettily but incoherently. At last, I rested the head of my cock at her asshole and eased my hips forward. Initially, her ass resisted, holding me out. I started pumping my hips, slowly but firmly, pressing into her fractionally further each time.

Damn, she was tight. It was fantastic. Her sexy ass, her little sobs of fear, her cuffed hands. At last, the muscle reached the point of no return and my cock pressed past the entrance, suddenly plunging deep inside her ass. Tammie responded with an ear-splitting scream, shaking her ass like a stripper to try to get me away. I held on and rode her, keeping my cock firmly inside as her initial pain subsided.





I started thrusting, slowly at first, then with more vigour and less rhythm, holding her hips and pulling them to me. It had been a long time since I'd taken a girl anally ... such sexy tightness, squeezing my cock; her ass gripped me in a way that a pussy could never do.



She was still crying, but because of the violation and humiliation, not the pain. "Do you want some nice warm cum in your ass, Tammie?"

"Nooooo!" she wailed.

Still thrusting into her, I slapped one of her asscheeks hard. "Wrong answer! Try again."

"Fuck you, OK, I want your cum in my ass."

I laughed. "Ask nicely."

Through gritted teeth, her voice a mix of pain and shame and hatred, she spoke. "Please cum in my ass."

That was enough for me. I bucked into her ass like an animal - no finesse, just need - and yelled, "Fuck yes!" Groaning, I came deep in her ass and kept thrusting, looking down to watch the cum dribbling from her ass, coating my cock. Amazing.



I pulled out, and uncuffed the poor slut. She slumped on the bed, aching. I slumped down beside her, and found myself smiling into the lens of my camera, still faithfully recording the action. Now that was a movie I wanted to see.

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Tammie, my own private slut, was delicious. I loved to eat her, just as I was doing right now, licking in slow, lazy licks up and down her outer lips, then opening her with my tongue to gently paint her inner, sensitive flesh with soft strokes. She wasn't moaning yet, just cooing. Hopeful, aroused little sounds, sounds which said she was desperately hoping I wouldn't stop there. She'd long ago admitted to loving the way I ate her ... Even blackmail had its upside.



I didn't stop there, but descended slightly, licking just inside the entrance to her pussy, licking the dew from her. She still tasted clean, fresh and young. I made a point with my tongue and slid it into her, dragging my tongue against the roof of her pussy as I drew it back out. The taste was overpowering now, and she was producing pussydew faster than I could lick it up. My chin, my cheeks, were slick with her juices.



I let my tongue slide up and out of her, seeking out the sweet button of her clit. I circled it with my tongue, slow lazy sweeping circles which honed in bit by bit. Tammie's legs began shaking and, without thinking, she wrapped them around me, her body begging me to keep going, to push her over the edge. She was groaning properly now, incoherent but utterly sexy.

I continued working on her clit, sucking it gently now, listening to her body as she drew closer and closer to the moment of orgasm. Nearly there. So close. She stiffened momentarily, her whole body poised for orgasm, and I lifted up and away from her, sliding up her quickly, my mouth covering hers to stifle her frustrated whimper. My cock found her open, wet, pussy and slid inside, pumping her hard.



That was all she needed. With a squeal she came hard, the muscles of her pussy constricting around me, milking my cock. She had just started to come down from the peak of her orgasm when mine struck. Holding her firmly and groaning with pleasure, I unloaded cum deep inside her. Spent, I withdrew, enjoying the sight of her young body splayed across my bed, a thin trace of cum oozing from her pussy. Fantastic.



The following morning, I was at home working. I had a conference paper due, and the university had too many distractions. Several times my fingers had itched towards the phone to call Tammie and tell her to get her pretty little ass over here, but I had avoided temptation thus far. I was settled in front of the computer and actually making progress when the doorbell rang.

Puzzled, I went to the door and looked through the spyhole. A beautiful, conservatively but fashionably dressed woman in her early forties stood outside. Shoulder-length hair; fine featured face; a hint of make-up. I'd never seen her before and had no idea who she might be. I opened the door.

"May I help you?"

She didn't smile, but fixed me with a coldly polite stare. "Dr Samuel Ang?"

I nodded and she continued. "My name is Veronica. I'm Tammie's mother. And I know exactly what you've been doing with my daughter."

Oh, fuck.

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Oh my God. She is chic.

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My entire career flashed before my eyes. If she really did know, then I was history. And she must know ... else why would she be here? That fucking little bitch Tammie!

After panicking for a split second, I got a hold of myself. Let's get her inside. Find out what she knows, and how, and what she's planning to do about it. Best case scenario she'll just demand that I stay the hell away from her daughter. "Ms Veronica, perhaps this is a conversation better held in private. Please come in."

She assented grudgingly, looking down her nose at me like I was a worthless piece of shit. She sat on The couch, in the very spot I had often bent her daughter over to fuck her pussy or ass from behind. I used those few moments to think hard. Get her talking, I decided. Think. Find out what she knows.



"Could you tell me what this is all about, Ms Veronica?"

She sneered imperiously. Even angry, she was beautiful. A cold, angry beauty, very different to that of her daughter. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

I shrugged. "Not until you tell me."

She arched an eyebrow, unamused, and pulled a small book from her bag. Tammie's diary, apparently. She opened it at one of several flagged pages and began reading in a cold, matter-of-fact voice entirely unsuited to the subject matter.

March 26

Back to A's place tonight. It was amazing. He ate me till I screamed then took me twice, the second time in my butt. It's insane. I don't like him at all, I've never consented to a single thing he's done , but I sit around waiting, even hoping for him to call. I've stopped dating guys from college now - a ten minute bang in some fetid dorm room can't compete. I can't work it out one bit.

Tammie's mother stopped reading and I suppressed a grin which threatened to crack my face despite the circumstances. After all, it's not every day an eighteen year old girl writes that you've ruined her for other guys. Ms Veronica remained silent, apparently waiting for a response.



I took a deep breath and smiled as condescendingly as I dared. I had a plan. "Ms Veronica, I'm sorry that you've been put through this. This sort of thing happens from time to time. A girl has her favourite actor, he favourite singer, and her favourite lecturer. But only the lecturer is reachable. What you're reading there," I nodded towards the diary, "is a fantasy. She'll be over it by exam time. Meanwhile, I suspect it might be wise to refrain from reading her diary."

My Dad once told me never to underestimate the deviousness of women. He was right.







Tammie's mother struggled to control the anger rising in her. Her face was slightly mottled red and her nostrils flared. She spoke in a low voice. "Yesterday, Dr. Samuel Ang, I followed Tammie when she left for university. She drove here. She got out of her car, dressed like a prostitute, and came up to your apartment. Need I continue?"



Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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I was thinking fast now, holding off panic. What the hell could I say? A few moment's silence followed, but a sudden flash came to my mind. There was still a way to win. I stood, and dropped the 'polite professor' pose.

"Alright, Veronica. So now you know. And you've raced down here to save the day. Tell me, why do you think your daughter, who writes there that she doesn't even like me, keeps coming here?"

She tried gamely to stand up to me. "I have absolutely no idea. But it must stop. Immediately."

I shook my head. "No, I don't think so. You see, Veronica, Tammie keeps coming back here because there are certain ... consequences ... if she does not."

"What do you mean, consequences?"

"Let me show you." Veronica sat primly as I booted up my computer and opened a directory containing some of my many Tammie pics. I asked her over to my desk, and she stood behind me. On the screen, Tammie was smiling at the camera, apparently carefree and happy, dressed in a tight, short black skirt, red satin top, stockings and heels. I flicked through the first few poses quickly, and by the fifth or sixth, Tammie had lost her top and bra. As I continued to advance the pics, she stripped.













Veronica became more and more pale with each passing picture. By the time Tammie displayed a rather large purple dildo and began riding it, her mother was shaking with ... fear? expectation? anger? I shut off the screen.







"Now, Veronica, Tammie wants these pictures kept private. And she knows that, for as long as she continues to be my on-call slut, she is safe."

Veronica hissed. "How ... DARE ... you?"

I laughed. "I dare, Veronica. That's all that matters. And I've kept my end of the bargain until tonight, when you had to butt in."

She was still shaking. "How can we make you go away?"

"You can't, Veronica. This situation will go on for as long as I decide. And the moment I am discovered, the moment my job or security is placed in jeopardy, these pictures - and several hours of videotape - go on the internet and to selected people in this community. So I'll be ruined ... but so will Tammie. And you."

She sank back into the chair, sobbing quietly. Time to raise the stakes. "Until today, Veronica, things were going nicely. But now, Tammie has been stupid enough to keep a diary; you've been intrusive enough to read it; and you have also been stupid enough to come in here making demands. You've brought yourself into this situation. So now, you too have a choice. Either you join your daughter as another of my obedient little tarts, or I ruin your life. What will it be?"

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She looked up, teary eyes wide with shock. "You can't possibly be serious!"

I gave her a hard, nasty look. "Very serious, Veronica."

"Can't I just go? I'm unhappy about Tammie ... miserable ... but I don't want to be part of this. Please let me go. Please?"

No chance. My expression didn't alter, and my voice remained soft but determined. "Either you remove your blouse and bra right now, Veronica, or I go over to that computer there and show your daughter to the world. You decide, but do it quickly."

She remained still, looking at me intently, searching for any hint of lenience, any chink in my armour. She found none, even though inside I was quivering with nerves. Slowly, she turned away, crying softly as her fingers found her buttons and undid them one by one. Still facing away, she slid the top off and unclipped her bra.

"Turn around, Veronica."

She turned, arms crossed over her breasts, and found herself staring down the barrel of my camera lens. I snapped a photo before she could react - and react she did, spinning away from me with a yelp.

"Turn back to me, Veronica. Hands by your sides."

Trembling, she slowly turned, took a deep breath, and lowered her hands. I took another photograph then set the camera aside. That was enough evidence for blackmail - time to have some fun. I took a long look at my new slut. Slightly larger, fuller breasts than Tammie's. Veronica's tits were ripe, where Tammie's were pert. Little fat nipples promoted from dark areolas. Not bad at all.







I reached for them, gently sliding my thumbs over the nipples, feeling them harden at my touch. Her breathing deepened, and I suddenly realised the sobbing had subsided. I sat on the couch and drew her to me, standing between my knees. My head craned upwards slightly, and I took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking softly. The deeper breathing continued; the only sign she was enjoying this.



I let her nipple go and asked "How long since hubby played with these, Veronica?"

"None of your damned business"

I chuckled. "I should call and ask him."

She panicked. "Months. It's been months."



Without another word I resumed sucking her nipples, teasing them bad. After a while, I used one free hand to unzip my pants, and slipped them down my legs. My cock was fully erect - I'd been having fun.





"Kneel down, Veronica."

She shook her head. "No way ... I haven't had one of those things in my mouth since high school."

I laughed. She still didn't get it. For a moment I contemplated grabbing her by the ears and fucking her face, just to show her who was in charge. I decided to stick to the plan. I took her by the shoulders and, with a gentle downward pressure, forced her to her knees. Veronica eyed my cock, just inches from her face, with distaste, maybe even disgust.



"Use your hands to press your breasts together, Veronica."

She was puzzled but she complied, her full breasts forming a channel custom-designed for my cock. I leaned her towards me and slid my shaft between her tits, pre-cum lubricating them quickly. This was hot. Veronica seemed shocked, and, looking down, came face to face with the flared tip of my cock. Realising where my cum would go when I blew, she looked vaguely sick. I didn't care.



I began pumping her tits with more vigour now. I had the angle and rhythm right. My hands were on the slut's shoulders, guiding her into position, holding her in place, emphasising that she was being forced, used, taken. My cock felt fantastic between her globes, the soft curves of her body giving just the right stimulation. Her sick humiliation, and the sheer fact that I was also fucking her daughter, added spice.

I began moaning softly, my breath getting ragged. It was harder and harder to maintain my rhythm. Felt so good. Faster. Soft moans getting more intense as the feeling of orgasm rose in my cock ... close ... close ... now!

As my cock emerged and reached the highest point of its thrust I came, spurting cum up onto her chin and neck. I kept thrusting, cumming on her chest, and between her tits where my cock rubbed it in. Veronica recoiled slightly and I heard the word "gross" but she was sensible enough not to let her tits go.



Spent, I pulled away, and looked with satisfaction at the picture before me. This prim and proper bitch, who had turned up here with every intention of breaking my balls, instead found herself kneeling on my floor and covered in cum. I grabbed my camera and took another photo, then allowed Veronica to stand.

She cleaned herself up with a tissue, shot me a look of absolute venom, dressed and left. We both knew she'd be back soon.

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Nice story with pictures, thanks TS

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Tammie mewled and grunted as she pushed her hot little ass back at me, impaling her sweet young pussy harder and harder onto my cock with each thrust. All she wore was a few ruined scraps of lace which had recently been her panties, and her "doggystyle" high heels, which we knew from past experience would elevate her pussy to the perfect height for rear entry. I had begun this fuck my way, grabbing the little slut by her ponytail and forcing her down over the couch ... but it had pretty quickly become obvious that Tammie wanted to be used as much as I wanted to use her. Now, all I had to do was stand firm, and let her fuck herself hard with my cock.



By now, while Tammie was still my fuckslave – make no mistake about that! – she had abandoned any pretense of reluctance. Whereas I had once punished her by forcing her to suck my cock and drink my cum, I now punished her by threatening not to let her visit for a week. She was no longer the college princess ... she was truly a whore for me.



I watched her young body moving back and forth, plunging back onto my cock, relishing the tight-yet-slick grasp of her pussy. This was the fucking life. But I could make it better – I was still in charge. I raised my right hand and waited until I caught the rhythm of Tammie's ass. At the right moment ... SLAP! I brought my hand down onto her, hard, leaving a pale handprint which quickly reddened and left a trace of broken capillaries. Tammie bruised easily, and healed quickly. The perfect combination. At the first slap she shot forward, squealing, one hand instinctively reaching back to protect herself.

"Did anyone say to stop fucking, whore?"

She bit her lip and began sliding on my cock again, more tentatively than before, waiting with each stroke for another hard slap. I let her go for a dozen or so strokes before obliging, harder than before, on the other cheek ... SLAP! Another squeal, followed this time by a sob. She wasn't terribly good with pain, and this was enough to get her crying. Beautiful.



The tears were too nice to waste, so I pulled Tammie back by the hips until she was kneeling on the ground, still facing the couch. I sat down before her, my cock rising up towards her pouting lips as her tongue darted out to intercept a salty tear which had made its way down her cheek. I guided her head to the tip of my cock and she opened her mouth, taking me slowly inside. If there's anything sexier than the sight of a girl crying softly as she sucks your cock, I don't know what it is. She sank her head down over my cock with a little more enthusiasm now, so I grabbed her by the ears and forced her onto my cock deep, holding her in place while she gagged. This felt fantastic, and produced more tears, which traced over her face and onto my cock. So hot.



I was soon ready to cum, and both of us knew it. Tammie increased the intensity of her sucking, trying to pull me over the edge. I grinned at her enthusiasm. "Want cum, Tammie? Want to drink my cum, you fucking little slut?" Without missing a beat, she changed the pitch of her moans to communicate begging, desire, need. I drew a sharp breath as my orgasm struck, and moaned as my hips thrust forward and my cock exploded into her mouth. Her throat worked, swallowing my cum without losing a drop, until I relaxed back, enjoying the post-orgasm rush. Tammie, well-trained by now, disengaged from my cock and began cleaning it with small kisses and licks.

Her job done, she rested her face on my thigh and smiled up at me as I caressed her hair.

What a perfect slut!

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Once she had left to begin her day at college, I picked up my phone. I vaguely recalled it having gone off at some point while Tammie was doing precisely the same thing – going off! – on my cock. I flipped it open and grinned wickedly at the text message on the screen:

"I know you're using Tammie now, you fucking asshole. If you hurt her you'll be fucking sorry."

Veronica hadn't signed off. She hadn't needed to.

I laughed as my fingers began working over the keypad in response. I sent two messages, the first to Veronica:

"We'll see who is going to be fucking sorry, Veronica. Be here at 10AM tomorrow. But only if you really want to come, of your own accord."

The last bit was necessary because I knew she was still trying to trap me into a position where she could extricate herself and her daughter from my clutches. There was no chance, and she probably knew it, but she kept trying anyway. The second message was to Tammie:

"That was hot, you filthy little slut. I want some more, and I know you do too. 11AM tomorrow. Just to be kinky, I want you to "borrow" your Mom's sexiest panties."

I snapped the phone closed, feeling and no doubt looking like the self-satisfied, smug little bastard I am.

The next morning, just before ten, I strained to hear the sound of Veronica's car door closing down at street level. She would be on time – she always was nowadays. The first time she'd been late I had cum on her face and forced her to smear it all over, then wait for it to dry. She hadn't enjoyed it one little bit, and soon after recognized the value of punctuality. I heard the bang of a car door, and a minute or so later heard the clack of high heels outside my apartment door.

She hesitated for a full 30 seconds before knocking. This was one aspect of Veronica which I loved. She was so torn. She truly hated me, and truly hated being my fucktoy, yet at a physical level I was meeting sexual needs which she previously hadn't even realized she had. She wanted to run away, yet she wanted to come in and be fucked hard. Neither pure enthusiasm nor pure hatred would have been nearly as interesting.

I opened the door and looked her up and down. Veronica still looked a treat. The makeup was heavier now than when I'd first seen her. Her skirt was a whole lot shorter, and the light low-cut blouse made it fairly obvious she didn't have a bra on. She looked, in short, like a middle aged slut. Again, she hated dressing this way ... but once I'd made my requirements clear, it turned out that she was exceptionally good at picking outfits which made her look completely fuckable. A hint of floral scent wafted in with her. "Come in, Veronica. You look fantastic."

"Fuck you, Samuel."

I laughed. "Yep, that's kind of the idea. Since we're not going to be nice to one another, whore, I want you kneeling in the middle of my living room, hands on your head. Lose the skirt, undo all but the bottom button of your blouse, and pull your tits out."

Veronica blushed in fury and anger, pushing past me into the living room. She turned away from me and dropped her skirt, folding it neatly over a nearby chair. Once she was kneeling, she unbuttoned the blouse nearly all the way and drew back the fabric, exposing those hot ripe breasts. I walked over to her, looming over to her, and bent to cup her breasts, tweaking then pinching her nipples. She whimpered angrily, but her nipples stiffened beautifully. She held her eyes closed, no doubt wishing herself away.





I removed my shirt and pants, but left my boxers on, and returned to my slut. Leaning down, I placed my phone on the carpet in front of her and flipped it open. "Now, slut, somebody sent me a nasty message yesterday. Read it."

Gritting her teeth, Veronica opened her eyes and read. "I can't wait. You haven't fucked my ass in a week though. Why, are you chicken?"



I laughed evilly. "Oh, sorry Veronica. That one was from Tammie. Yours is the next one. But fucking her ass for her sounds like a good idea, don't you think?" She ignored me as I advanced the messages. "Here we are."

She looked furiously at me and read. "I know you're using Tammie now, you fucking asshole. If you hurt her you'll be fucking sorry." She looked up defiantly. "You fucking will be, too, Samuel."

The defiance was fun, but it was time to pull this little whore into line. To this point I had not used her anally – I'd been concentrating on forced oral and humiliation – but something special was needed to change her attitude. I ignored her comment and wandered into the bedroom, returning a few moments later with a short, thin, latex butt plug which flared out just enough to be retained securely. I held it in one hand, rubbing lube over it with the other. "Enough of your nonsense, Veronica. I've put up with your tantrums because they were amusing, but it's time you remembered that you are no more than a filthy little slut whore, blackmailed into fucking the man who is also riding your precious little girl. You are nothing more than fuckmeat, Veronica, and I have the wherewithal to ruin your little family any time I want. Instead, you're going to beg me to slide this plug into your ass."

Her eyes widened. "I can't. I can't take that. Please ... please?"

Needless to say, mercy wasn't high on my list of priorities just then. I placed a hand in the small of Veronica's back and pushed her forwards until she was on all fours, her head on the carpet. "Now, Veronica, reach back and pull those asscheeks wide apart." She paused, her whole body quivering. Slowly her hands came back and pulled her cheeks apart, revealing her cute little asshole. "Beg, Veronica. Beg me to plug you."



"Please don't. Come on. Let me suck your cock. You can cum on my face. I know you love that. Please just don't do this."

I laughed. "I can cum on your face anyway, bitch. But since you don't want the plug, maybe I should just shove my cock in your ass? I haven't lubed it, of course, but if that's what you want?"



The change in her attitude was dramatic. "No! Please? I'll take the plug. Please, Samuel."

"Well, slut, that's not really begging, is it?"



"Please fuck my ass with the plug, Samuel. Please ... sir?"

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It was the first time she'd ever called me that on her own. Perfect. I touched the plug to her asshole and watched her flinch away. Slowly, surely, I pressed it forward. Her breath caught momentarily as the plug pressured her ass, then slid through. She groaned louder, though, when the ridge of the plug forced her ass to flare wide. I held it there, maximizing her discomfort for a few seconds, before pressing it home. Her muscles closed around the ridge, holding it tight, and I rocked back to admire my handiwork. It was a hot picture, so I snapped a couple of photos – one can never have too much blackmail material.



"Stand up, slut."

She stood up gingerly, trying to get used to the unusual feel of the plug in her ass, feeling the muscles work to try unsuccessfully to expel the invading object. I undid the last button of her blouse and tossed it aside, leaving her naked but for a pair of slutty high heels. Time to reveal the plan for the morning. "Now, Veronica, you seem to have a fascination with what Tammie and I do when we're alone, don't you?"



She didn't answer. The defiance was gone from her face, and her hips kept working slightly in response to the plug. Eventually, softly, she said "I want to protect her."



I laughed. "Well, slut, so far you're doing a fantastic job, aren't you?" She blushed as a momentary resurgence of anger flooded through her. "Well, Veronica, today's your lucky day. Not only are you going to find out what I do to your daughter, you're going to watch."

Veronica looked puzzled, but she let herself be guided from the living room into my bedroom, and over to my closet. The closet was one of those old-fashioned ones with row upon row of angled horizontal slats. It looked awful, like some sort of 70's throwback, but it was perfect for my purpose. I opened it up, and realization struck for Veronica. The clothes were gone, and a series of ropes had already been fastened to strategic points in the cupboard's interior. "No!" she protested. "No fucking way!!"

Enough was enough. I shoved the worthless bitch into the cupboard. "You don't have a fucking choice here, Veronica. Do you really want to test my resolve? Well?" She did not answer, but passively resisted as I grabbed her wrists and tied them together, behind her back. Next, two ropes secured her elbows, pulling them apart and rendering her arms immobile. At this point the fight went out of Veronica. Her fingers reached futilely for the ropes and, finding nothing, she realized she was beaten. There was no resistance as I secured a rope around her waist, then one to each knee and one to each ankle. It was a great position – she wasn't in any particular discomfort (she'd be stiff and sore when she emerged, but no more than that) but she couldn't move a muscle.

We weren't done, though. I produced two nipple clamps and waved them before her face. She paled. "No. Come on. You don't need to use those."

I gave her a stern look. "Did you really think you would get away with the attitude you've been displaying, Veronica? Think yourself lucky I don't just pierce them. That would be hard to explain to hubby, don't you think?" I fixed each clamp to her nipples, enjoying her moans of pain, watching how little she could move in response. It was exquisite. One more touch. I took out a ball gag. She'd never seen one before, and looked on in incomprehension until I gripped her jaws and commended her to open. The ball went in before she realized what was going on, and I fixed the straps on her head.

She couldn't move, she couldn't talk, she had a plug in her ass and clamps on her nipples. And she was about to watch me fuck her daughter. I turned on some music as I left the room, just enough to cover any incidental sounds. She was in for a show, that was for sure.



It took another ten minutes for Tammie to arrive. I had to resist the temptation to keep going back into the bedroom to check on Veronica, but I wanted her to feel abandoned and irrelevant. Because, of course, she was. Eventually, her daughter knocked on the door and I opened it. Fuck, Tammie looked like a tramp. She had on a skirt so short it was barely there, and a spaghetti strap satin top which I swear only just covered her nipples. Her long black hair was teased out, and her makeup screamed "stripper". She had gone to a lot of trouble, and I liked what I saw. Coming in the door, she wrapped her arms around me and I indulged her in a long, deep kiss before breaking away and commanding her to the bedroom. "Stand in the middle of the bed."

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She smiled wickedly and led me into the bedroom, giving a little more wiggle with her ass than was strictly necessary, then kneeling on the bed before rising to a standing position. Standing on the bed in heels was harder than she expected, and she nearly fell before catching herself against the wall. She faced me as I stood to one side, just taking in the sight of her, and relishing the knowledge that her mother was watching. So far, so good. Tammie was in just the right mood, and there was no sign that her mother was even there.









Since Tammie was looking so much like a stripper, I'd decided she could put on a show. "Striptease for me, slut," I said. "Make me want you bad."



In a flash, Tammie's demeanor changed from lighthearted college chick to sultry siren. She looked right at me and slowly, seductively licked her lips. Her hips began to move, almost imperceptibly at first, then a little more, and a little more, swaying in time with the music which still wafted gently through the room. I kept my gaze on Tammie, carefully refraining from looking towards the closet. I knew Veronica could see everything, and I hoped she was enjoying the show as much as I was. Tammie continued to tease, moving her body this way and that, reaching down to the hem of her top and drawing it up to expose her navel and taut, girlish stomach. She held it there, just below her breasts, and continued to dance, then let it the shirt drop back into place.

My personal stripper bent down and removed her shoes to reveal red-painted toes. With a more secure footing, she stood again and began to dance with more energy, turning this way and that, showing off her exceptionally hot young body to best effect. She lifted the hem of her top again, but no teasing this time. It came off and she tossed it to one side where it fell, as luck would have it right at the closet door. I couldn't suppress a grin. Still dancing, Tammie caressed and pinched her nipples, eyes closing as she enjoyed her own touch. Eventually her hands slid languorously down her body, her thumbs hooking into the top of her skirt. "Want it to come off?" she teased.



I smiled. "But of course. I need to see whether you have followed my instructions."

She laughed and her thumbs moved downwards, pushing her skirt over her hips. She let it fall, left it on the bed and kept dancing. Tammie was clad now in a black lace thong, highlighted with red embroidered roses. I knew those panties – I had seen them on Veronica. "Good girl," I said softly. "Do you like wearing your Mom's panties, you filthy little whore?"



She blushed. "It feels ... nasty."

"Who do you think she wears those for?"

"Dad, I suppose. But I can't imagine ... ewww. Besides, she's old and dry. I bet they never fuck any more anyway."

I laughed and let her keep dancing. Did you hear that, Veronica? Your daughter is here, stripteasing on my bed, wearing your panties, while you're tied in the closet watching. And you're apparently too old and dry to fuck. Still laughing to myself, I stood and undressed before walking over to the bed.

"Kneel down, Tammie, and suck my cock."



She immediately dropped to her knees while I stood beside the bed. The heights were awkward ... she needed to stretch her neck out and down to get my cock without falling off the bed, but she did it without a second thought. Several months as a fuckslave had taught her well. Tammie began with soft licks and kisses, tasting my pre-cum and kissing along the length of my shaft, before dipping her mouth down over me, engulfing me in warm wetness. Not really sucking yet, just taking me into her mouth. She lifted her mouth away, and the wet skin felt suddenly cool as she continued kissing my shaft. Finally she sank her mouth onto my cock in earnest, working me hard, but not too hard. Neither of us wanted me to cum just yet.



I decided it was time to have a little more fun, humiliating both the daughter and the mother at once. I tapped Tammie on the head. "Keep sucking me, slut, but moo like a cow."

I saw her eyebrows raise. Moo? She did so, though, suckling on my cock and sounding like a heifer. I laughed at her and she blushed. "Now oink like a pig!" She did so, still sucking. "You really are a little piggy, aren't you Tammie? My own little fuckpig, snorting and sucking." She kept oinking, sucking and blushing. "Imagine what your Mom would say if she could see you now."



Tammie wasn't so enthusiastic now. She was embarrassed, humiliated. Sometimes she got so into the sex that she forgot she was my slave, not my girlfriend, and that while I love fucking her, I am not ultimately concerned whether she's having fun or not. Had she known Mommy really was watching, she'd probably have died of shock.

I pushed her face off my cock and sent her sprawling onto the bed. I rolled onto it and caught her panties in one hand. I pulled hard, and there was the sound of shearing fabric, and a gasp as the panties dug into Tammie's leg before tearing from her body. "Fuck! Mom's gonna kill me."







I tossed the panties aside, chuckling to myself. Without further ado, I pushed Tammie into a conventional missionary position and slid into her. She grunted, a hot fulfilled little grunt, as I bottomed out in her. While I was nice and firmly inside her, I carefully linked my ankles over hers and used my hands to brace her shoulders so that she could barely move. I whispered "Struggle, fuckwhore. Pretend I'm raping you and you need to get away."

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She didn't need any more encouragement. We'd played this game before, and she was very convincing. She tensed her body and then, without warning, began thrashing to try to throw me off, crying and groaning with the effort, her nails becoming claws to scratch at me. I grabbed on harder, resisting her escape, and pounding her pussy with my cock. The harder she fought to get away, the more tightly I grabbed and held her. The more furiously she struggled, the harder I fucked her. It was like fucking a lioness, and I loved it.





She began to spit and curse. Still thrashing, she furiously yelled at me. "Let me go, you fucking bastard. Let me go!" I intensified my hold, fucking her so hard that she began whimpering with pain. She fought hard, but she was out of her league. She began to weaken, and I pressed home my advantage, literally fucking her into submission. By the time I felt my orgasm welling up within my cock she was limp, just accepting my abuse. I grunted with effort and made one last hard thrust, pushing up inside her deep and emptying my balls into her.







Tammie looked up at me, an odd look of fury and adoration which I've only really ever seen from her. "Scoop yourself clean," I instructed. She grimaced, but the inserted two fingers into her pussy, scooping our combined juices then licking her fingers clean. She repeated the process until I told her to stop. Apparently she doesn't like the taste of her juices – she seems insatiable for mine though. When she was done, I told her she could leave.







I had been planning to leave Veronica in place for a little while after Tammie's departure, but in the end I decided not to tease myself. I opened the closet to reveal my older slut exactly where I'd left her. Her makeup was a mess, her face a morass of tears. I undid her ball gag, expecting a torrent of abuse, but none came. "Did you enjoy the show, slut?"



She whispered. "What do you think? You tied me in a closet and fucked my daughter. You humiliated her, hurt her, and used her like a whore. And I have to let you do that to her and to me again and again and again. I hate you."





I laughed softly and dipped two fingers in her pussy. She was sopping wet. "Well I know one thing for sure, slut. You're not old and dry. Some part of you liked the show." Embarrassment fought with anger for possession of her face. Embarrassment won. "Admit that it turned you on, watching that, Veronica. Admit it."

She closed her eyes. "OK. I admit it."





I smiled softly to myself. The game had just gotten a whole lot more interesting.

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Nice update bro, please keep going

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Nice story TS, please keep coming

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When Tammie answered her phone, she sounded like she just been laughing. She often sounded that way, which was one of the things I loved about our situation -- she was a bright, vivacious, incredibly pretty, happy young woman. She was also my utter cockslut, entrapped by a growing pile of blackmail material. Tammie was a very different young woman when she was bouncing, sweating and moaning on my cock. I loved seeing her on campus, watching her flirt with the boys and laugh with the girls, all the while knowing I could summon her at a moment's notice to do whatever the fuck I wanted. As I was about to do.





"Hi, it's Tammie!"

"I know, slut. I want you in my office, within ten minutes."

Her voice dropped, both in tone and volume, as though she had turned away from the group she was with. "Can I have an hour babe? Please? I'm kind of busy just now."

I chuckled inwardly. Tammie had somehow fooled herself into believing that what we had was somewhere between blackmail and an affair. She'd begun calling me "babe" and trying to negotiate. It was fun, of course, but I did need to remind her of who was in charge. "An hour? Of course you can have an hour. I'll use the time to start loading your pics onto the web, shall I? Maybe the ones of you licking my cum off the kitchen floor?"

Silence.

At last a whisper. "I'll be there in five."

I replaced the phone in the cradle, grinning wickedly at the hurt, tinged with fear, in her voice. While I waited, I sent a short SMS to my other slut, Veronica. Veronica was Tammie's mother -- an older, more ripe version of Tammie herself. Far classier, and far more devastated to find herself in the hands of a dominant bastard like me.

Tammie must have been nearby and left her friends immediately, because about three minutes later there was a knock at my door, which I opened to reveal a sullen looking slut in a knee length denim skirt, black ballet slipper shoes, and a close-fit light yellow singlet top, through which her nipples seemed to be peeking. "Come in, Tammie. You look delicious. I am sorry for interrupting your morning with your friends."

She flicked me a look. "Sure you are. Would it have hurt you to let me have some coffee?"

I raised my eyebrow. "Whether it would have hurt me or not is entirely beside the point, whore. Whenever I want your body, it is at my disposal." I took on a more stern, teacher's voice -- the one I use when I'm giving a slack student a hard time. "Bend over my desk, Tammie, for panty inspection."





She let her bag drop from her shoulder and, looking venom at me, bent forward, resting her elbows on the desk and her forehead on her elbows. I flipped up the back of her skirt to reveal an incredible ass which still blew me away every time I saw it. Fuck she was hot. A slim fold of satin disappeared into her asscrack - Tammie was only allowed thongs, when she was allowed panties at all. I was pleased that she had been obedient. I traced my fingertip under the fabric, following it down to the very tip of her pussy. As I'd expected, she was sopping wet. I kept my voice low, but firm.

"Who owns this body, Tammie?"

There was a moment's hesitation, and still a touch of defiance as she answered softly, "You do."

"And when I want this body in my office, ready to serve me, then what should you do?"

"I should come."

"Straight away, or when you feel like it?"

Her face was buried in her arms, but I could almost see her wince. "Straight away."

"And did you, Tammie?"

"No ... sir."

"Then I suspect a little correction is in order."







She whimpered a little as I removed the belt from my pants and doubled it over. She had taken some fairly harsh spankings from me in the past, but she was no painslut. Her fear was genuine -- which ramped up my excitement just that one extra notch. I swung back the belt and cracked it down hard over the widest, meatiest part of her ass. A sharp report echoed momentarily through the room and Tammie jumped convulsively forward, pushing the desk slightly with her thighs and groaning. The belt left a white stripe on her ass which quickly began filling with a soft red-pink. I raised my arm for another, and brought it down -- thwack! -- on an angle, crossing over the first blow. She sobbed this time, but kept her head in position, he ass undulating this way and that as though she vainly sought to pull it away from the pain. One more. Thwack!! This one landed a little further over, and the weal extended over onto her hip, where she was less well protected. She was crying openly now, and held her position as I rethreaded my belt.





"Stand up, Tammie. Do you have anything to say?"

"I'm sorry ... sir."

"An are you going to keep me waiting again?"

"No sir."



"Good girl." I used my fingers to lift her chin and I smiled at her tear-streaked face. Is there anything, anything at all, as sexy as a beautiful woman crying after a spanking? "Clean yourself up, Tammie. We're going to my place."

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She was quiet on the drive back to my apartment, and squirming exquisitely as her raw ass burned against the seat. The spanking hadn't been part of my plan for the day, but she had certainly deserved it. We parked and walked in. "Strip, slut, and put your clothes in your bag. You can leave the thong on, though."



She was a little puzzled as she looked at me. Usually I insisted on the full striptease routine. But she complied, turning away from me as she undressed. I don't know why women do that, when you're about to see them naked anyway -- but this time I didn't mind, as I was treated to a view of her sexy, glowing, fresh-spanked ass. She put her clothes into her bag, and stood in the middle of the room. I pushed the bag into a corner out of sight, then took Tammie's hand and led her down the hallway, past the bedroom door and into my study. My padded weights bench stood in the middle of the room, ropes already anchored to its bars. "Oh, fuck no," whispered Tammie.

"Did you say something, whore?"

"No sir. I'm sorry."

I let it go. "Lay down on the bench, Tammie, on your stomach. I want your pussy and ass at the very end of the bench, and your head supported." She turned away and I leaned forward, hooking my thumbs under the waist of her panties and pulling them over her hips. She froze as I did so, then straddled the bench (what a sight that was!) and leaned forward, laying herself down into position, and shuffling herself back until her pussy was flush with the edge. With her legs parted either side of the weights bench, the lips of her pussy were open invitingly, glistening slightly with the dew of her fear and arousal. I knelt behind her and tied her ankles with the ropes, tightly enough that she had virtually no movement at her ankles. Her knees were left unbound. When her ankles were secure I leaned forward for a moment and buried my nose in that glorious shaved little cunt, lapping up her tastes, listening to her catch her breath and moan slightly. Fucking delicious.



I move to Tammie's front now, and secured her wrists together underneath the bench, so that it looked like she was hugging it. Once they were together, I secured them both to one of the bench supports. When she was done, she was trussed up tight -- secure, but not particularly uncomfortable. I sat down on the floor for a moment so that our faces were at a level. She was biting her lip nervously, her face a mask of anticipation, anxiety, and arousal.

"Are you comfortable, Tammie?" She nodded. "Good. Because you're going to be on this bench for a few hours. I intend to use you, then leave you here until I feel like using you again, intermittently until after lunch." Her eyes widened as I stood. I went over to my desk and retrieved a butt plug and lube which I had placed there earlier. While doing so, I was outside the range of Tammie's vision and I could see her squirming against the ropes, trying to find out what was going on. She worked it out soon enough, as the cold of the lube touched at the entrance to her ass.





Tammie was quite the anal slut by now, so she was no longer automatically freaked out by having her ass invaded. The muscles of her ass tightened reflexively for a moment, but she quickly relaxed and accepted the intrusion as I slowly pushed the plug home, filling her from behind until all I could see nestled between her asscheeks was the latex rectangle of the plug's base.







I stood to admire my handiwork. Tammie the prom queen, bound over my weights bench, legs wide, pussy available, ass filled with a plug, and mouth waiting. Excellent. I pulled a largish footrest around to the front of her and knelt on it, slipping my cock from my pants as I did so. "Suck my cock, slut," I instructed. "Suck it but don't make it cum."



This was a terrific game. She knew that if she did not suck enthusiastically enough she'd be punished ... and that if she sucked too enthusiastically I would cum, and she'd be punished for that. She began by licking my balls and licking along the shaft of my cock, slow wet passes of her tongue savouring every inch of me before she took me into her mouth and began sucking.





I closed my eyes as my cock disappeared between her lips. The suction of her mouth seemed to stimulate every square millimeter of my cock at once. To increase the sensation, from time to time she swirled her tongue over the head of my cock, or drew back so that only the head of my cock was inside her mouth, and her tongue caressed that incredibly sensitive region below my cockhead. All of this effort was punctuated by sexy little moans -- not that she was necessarily enjoying it, but she knew that the little mewling noises turned me on.







Tammie worked in a rhythm, giving me a few moments of serious stimulation followed by a longer period of less intense cocksucking. She had become very, very good at giving head, and this was some of the best. I let the sensations linger, deliberately trying not to give her any clues as to how close I was to cumming. The lack of cues frustrated her, but she kept going, working in her pattern of high and low stimulation.

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After five minutes or so, I let her off the hook. By that time her jaw would have been aching (I'm only average in terms of length, but quite thick) and I didn't want to get carried away. I had a lot of playing to do yet. I drew backwards, watching as her mouth chased my cock until it finally got away, then caressed her cheek gently. "That was superb, Tammie. I'm going to leave you for a little while, now. I'll be back when I need to use your body again. Don't go anywhere." An old joke, but I laughed anyway. I switched on a DVD player, inserting a disk of extremely hot lesbian porn, and turned the volume up fairly high. She'd be able to hear everything, but would have to hold her head up in order to see. With one last smile at the scene I'd created, I closed the door on her. No more than the muffled noises of wet lesbian sex could be heard.







I had about 20 minutes in which to recover and prepare for the next part of my day. I dressed, then found the bag containing Tammie's clothes, and left it safely out of sight in my hallway closet. Once or twice I cracked the door open and checked on Tammie. Obviously, she was where I had left her, but I didn't see any signs of unusual discomfort. She was testing the bonds, though, and moving as much as they would let her.









Exactly on time, the sound of Veronica's high heeled shoes approached my door. I had disconnected the doorbell to be on the safe side, and I opened the door before she had a chance to knock. She looked terrific as usual, in a mutton-dressed-as-lamb kind of way. I continued to make her dress for me in slutty clothing more appropriate to a young woman of her daughter's age. The clothing emphasized her ripe sexuality in a way that even her nakedness did not. I let her in to the apartment and grabbed her firmly, kissing her deeply, my tongue forcing its way between reluctant lips. By know I had figured Veronica out. She loved the sex, but hated me. She loved the intensity of our sessions, but hated the guilty feelings she got on returning home to hubby. For so long as she was forced to do these things, she could enjoy them without the guilt of volunteering. And for my part, I loved forcing through her reluctance. I continued kissing her until I felt her arms snake around me, and felt her kiss me back.



As we kissed, I lifted the back hem of her skirt to confirm that she was not wearing panties. I had no need to check for a bra -- in the teasing, satiny top she was wearing, every time she moved Veronica's tits flowed with her. She had been a good girl -- or, from her perspective, a bad one -- and followed by instructions to the letter. Breaking our kiss, I took her hand and led her towards the bedroom.



"What are the noises I can hear?"

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I smiled. "It's a porn DVD. Some particularly nasty lesbian porn I was watching earlier. Why, do you want to watch too?"

Her nose wrinkled. "Of course not."

We entered the bedroom and I closed the door. She was two rooms away from her daughter and had absolutely no idea. I moved towards her and took the hem of her top in my hands, commanding her to lift her arms so I could pull it off. She complied, affecting the disinterested look she always wore early in our sessions. Her ripe, ever-so-slightly sagging breasts came into view and I pinched and twisted one while biting the other none-too-gently, drawing a moan of pain-pleasure from her. I left the skirt on her and instructed her to lay on the bed. Once she was there, I cuffed her hands to the bedhead and lifted her ankles, cuffing them to the bedhead too so that they were raised and spread wide. In that position she was completely open to me, her skirt riding up to expose her pussy.



I stood and laughed. "Look at you, you filthy old whore. What would the girls at the tennis club say if they could see you now, hey?" She started blushing, and it got worse when I pulled out the camera and recorded the scene for posterity. After that, I got down to business, slipping out of my clothes and climbing onto the bed. Without foreplay or warning, I sank my cock deep into the bitch, her open legs and soaked cunt welcoming me. She grunted slightly as I bottomed out hard, then I began pumping her, hard and fast. I watched her eyes begin to drift, lost in a world of cock as I fucked her. She began to mewl and moan back at me, her hips working as much as they could under the circumstances.







I'd entered her without warning, and I withdrew the same way, pulling one stroke long and exiting her pussy, leaving her hips still working and her moans changing to a slightly begging tone. She wasn't too far from cumming, even after such minor stimulation. To cool her off, I reached for an icebucket I'd placed on the sideboard, and slipped an ice cube into her pussy, and another into her navel. The pussy one slipped out quickly, but nestled on the bed at her asshole, and make her squirm nicely. I stood and whispered to her "I'll be back in a little while, when I feel like using you again, whore. Don't make any noise. I'm expecting visitors, and if they hear you, I might just let them come in for a look." Her eyes were wide with surprise by the end of my first sentence, and she was utterly outraged by the time I walked from the room. She was silent, though.













I left the room on a massive high. I had two submissive sluts, in two separate scenes at once, begging to do my bidding. It didn't get any better than this.



I returned to Tammie. She was slumped in her bonds, dripping with sweat. Her ears picked up the sound of the door closing behind me and she magically came to life, twisting her head to get a look at me. I sat in front of her, my eyes level with hers. "Want me to take the plug out, slut?"

"Yes please, Sir. Please?"

How could I say no to that? I moved to her ass and started easing the plug from her. By this point it was almost bone dry in there, and I could see that it hurt coming out. I pushed it back in an inch then released it again, just enjoying the look of pain on her face. Once it was out I set it aside, then began setting up a piece of apparatus behind Tammie, where she could not see. It was a dildo, mounted on the end of a broomstick. The broomstick in turn sat in an adjustable base, so I could change its length and angle. I positioned it right at the entrance to her pussy so that she could back up onto it a couple of inches. Once it was in position, she could just feel it brushing her lips.



Returning to her front end, I knelt to unbind Tammie's hands. She looked at me gratefully, pulling them up to rest them on the bench and rub away the pins and needles.

"Now, whore," I said softly. "As you can tell, I've placed a dildo at the entrance to your pussy. Fuck yourself with it."

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She didn't hesitate. She was already in a state of high sexual tension, and she needed something ... anything. Her feet were still bound, but in moments she was rocking backwards on the dildo, impaling herself on it, slowly at first then with more energy as she became confident the dildo was secure. I watched, gently stroking my cock at the scene in front of me. A young, lithe bitch, glistening with sweat, fucking herself like the greedy little cunt she was. She was bucking hard now, slamming herself backward, arching her body so that her clit rubbed on the bench. She was getting close, but she knew better than to cum without permission. "May I cum please, sir? I really need to cum so bad!"



"No," I whispered softly.

She moaned her disappointment but kept grinding herself backwards, changing pace and angle to keep herself close without going over the edge. Three more times she teetered on the brink. And three more times I denied her. The last time, she was no longer moaning, she was almost snarling with her need for release. I denied her and she howled, almost as though I had whipped her. I decided she'd had enough, and ordered her to stop. Tammie slumped onto the bench, exhausted and frustrated. She barely moved as I rebound her hands and removed the dildo. I changed the DVD and left her to recover.



Veronica remained in position, moaning in discomfort. She had been crying, but her eyes were dry as she shot a look of pure venom my way. I smiled sweetly at her, and released one of her wrists. "Now, now, Veronica. It almost looks like you're not pleased to see me! Trust me, you don't want me to come to that conclusion." I walked over to the other side of the bed and knelt down, reaching beneath it for the bag I'd left there. I drew from it a long, thick black dildo. It wasn't outrageously sized, but it was certainly large enough to stretch, and was lifelike, covered in thick veins which almost seemed to pulse as I held it up before her. "Do you like it?" I asked.

"I like it more than I like yours, weiner dick."

I suppressed the urge to grin. So different to her daughter. "I'm glad. Because you're going to fuck yourself with it, while I take photographs of you." I let the dildo drop onto her chest, where it nestled between her breasts.





"No fucking way."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "I'm not sure you're in much of a position to argue, Veronica. Let's stop playing games, shall we? You are a filthy little whore pretending to be a good suburban housewife. You come here on command and submit to the use of your face, your cunt and your ass by a man you hate. You are a cumrag. A worthless skank with an equally filthy daughter. Now shut the fuck up and start working that dildo, bitch, or you are going to become very famous very quickly."








Veronica's face was a picture. Outrage, humiliation, terror and arousal all seemed to share space . Slowly, she reached for the dildo, tears welling in her eyes as she took its base. "Put on a good show, whore," I said softly.

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She was sobbing by now, as she traced the head of the dildo up and down the splayed lips of her pussy, getting it a little wet. The contrast between her distress and her actions was incredibly arousing. I started snapping photos as she reached down, changing the angle of her wrists to slide just an inch inside herself. Inch by inch she made the dildo disappear, each inch made harder by the girth of the dildo and the realization that she was humiliating herself for my entertainment. Eventually she had planted most of the dildo inside herself and she paused, looking up at me in the silent hope that she had done enough. Not by a long shot. "All you've done so far is swallow the dildo, Veronica. I told you to fuck it, and that's what I expect you to do."



Veronica was no longer sobbing but there was still a trickle of tears as she slowly began working the dildo in, and slowly out, just an inch at a time. She was most definitely not enjoying herself, but that was OK -- I was enjoying it enough for both of us. "Faster," I commanded. Her tempo increased, and with it the length of the strokes. Her tears soon dried up. Despite herself, her body began moving with the rhythm of the dildo. She automatically began working the dildo in ways which she enjoyed. Soon her breathing was deep, her eyes were closed and her reluctance was gone, though the shame kicked in every time her eyes peeked open and she was reminded that I was watching, and filling a memory card with pictures.



A few minutes later, she was genuinely enjoying herself again, the dildo becoming a blur inside her. I watched until there was no conflict any more, no shame, no awareness of her humiliation, just pure pleasure, starting on the gradual ascent to orgasm.

"Stop," I said.

She pretended not to hear me for a moment, her hand still working the dildo. I reached out and grabbed her wrist firmly, just enough to hurt. Holding her wrist, I forced her to draw the dildo from her pussy. I lay it, slick with her juices, back where it had started, between her breasts. She seemed to recoil from the cool wet touch, but her hips continued to work vainly, looking for stimulation, and she was moaning softly with a combination of frustration and humiliation. I removed my clothing and stood on the bed, straddling Veronica's chest jut below her breasts. I was hard as a rock from the events of the last few hours, and my cock was pointing directly at her face. "Take me in your hand," I said softly. "Nice and slow."

She reached up gingerly, taking hold of me with just the fingertips of her free hand, moving them back and forth just enough to rub my foreskin over the head of my cock. It was not much of a handjob, and I told her so. "That is pathetic, you feral little cunt. Your job here is to show that cock a good time. If you can't do it, I know your daughter can. Should I call her over here to show you how it is done? I can, you know."

Veronica's whole world stopped for a moment. She didn't breathe, she couldn't speak, her hand froze on my cock. I swear, even her heart stopped beating. Eventually, she whispered "You wouldn't ..."

It was more plea than prediction, and I nearly burst out laughing, knowing how close nearby her beautiful young daughter was. I answered with an evil grin: "That's up to you."

Her hand closed around my cock more firmly, and she began stroking it with something approximating enthusiasm. It was forced, of course, but that was part of the turn-on for me. The whole day had been one huge fucking turn-on, and by now I was more than ready to cum. My breathing was deep, and my attention centred on the rising pleasure building in my groin. I moaned softly, instructing Veronica to keep my cock pointed at her face. "I'm going to cum, whore, and if so much as a drop misses your face I am going to whip you so hard you won't sit down for a month." She blanched, but the fight had gone out of her. The most resistance she could offer was to reduce the intensity of her strokes, which of course did little more than prolong the pleasure for me.



The cum was boiling in my cock and I felt it rise, pleasure sweeping through me ready to burst ... literally, all over this stuck-up whore's face. I groaned, so close. "Don't miss ... one ... fucking ...drop!"



I came, hard. The first jet shot out, hitting Veronica on her forehead, almost at the hairline. It was followed by more, with less power, leaving her with a jagged line of cum all over her face. She kept jerking me until I instructed her to stop. I was heaving for breath. It felt like all the breath had been sucked out of me as I came. Fuck it was good ... the feeling of her hand, combined with the sheer intoxication of treating the two women like worthless fucking whores.

It took all of Veronica's willpower not to turn her head, to wipe it clean on the pillow. When I recovered, I slipped into the kitchen and returned with a slice of bread. Gentleman that I am, I used them to wipe the cum from her face until Veronica was all pretty again. "Open!" I commanded. Her look went from shocked, to outraged, to incredulous. I waited for her refusal, but oddly it never came. She clamped her eyes shut, and slowly opened her mouth. I folded the first slice of bread over and put the end in her mouth. "Feed yourself, whore." She took the rest of the slice, and slowly ate it. A couple of times I thought she might gag, but she choked it down fairly well in the end.



When she opened her mouth to show me she was done, I untied her and let her up. "You can go now, Veronica. You were a good girl today. Don't worry, though, I'll be using you again soon."

When she was dressed, I walked her to the door. She left, but turned on the threshold and surprised the hell out of me. In a soft voice she half whispered "thank you, sir," then turned on her heel and left in a hurry.





I was astounded. Had she really said that? Half of me wanted to chase her to find out what was going on, but the other half already knew. This was her inevitable first concession to the fact that she loved this game as much as her daughter did. Her daughter, who was still bound in the other room. I turned on my heel and opened the door to behold my younger slut, trussed up and available. HER afternoon had still just begun.

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Story 17

The Breeding Lottery

The Invitation.......

Dear Olivia,

Congratulations! ! ! You have been selected by the breeding lottery.

As you are well aware, the diversity of our society is important and as a result, the Breeding Lottery has been implemented to assist with this.

You have been selected to breed with men who are of sub Saharan African origin.

As a winner of the breeding lottery you are required to submit yourself for the sexual pleasure of the selected breeders. Any man that presents a blue breeding card as the absolute and immediate right to copulate with you and attempt to impregnate you.

Your quota is not less than 20 impregnation attempts over the period.

This means you must engage in full and concluded vaginal intercourse with not less than 20 men over the next 30 days. Please note that the quota is a minimum expectation and you are to remain completely sexually available for the full 30 days.

You are required to immediately stop any birth control you have. If you have an IUD, please take the attached certificate to the nearest hospital or medical centre where the device will be immediately removed at no cost to yourself.

If you refuse to make yourself sexually available, or do not achieve the quota, then the government reserves the right to render you to a secure facility for the purposes of forced breeding.

For your convenience, you will find a list of the rules and regulations attached to this letter. Please read these carefully as departure from these rules may result in your entry into the forced breeding programme.

Congratulations on being selected for the breeding programme. I hope you enjoy the experience and society thanks you for your contribution.

Kindest regards
James
The Supreme Breeding Coordinator

[I] Rules and Regulations

1) This document contains the rules and regulations for participants in the breeding programme. For convenience, the rules and separated into those that apply to female and male breeders.

Rules and Regulations Covering Female Breeders

Availability

2) You are required to wear clothes that advertise your availability. Short skirts, tight tops and fishnet stockings are recommended.

3) You are required to wear the tag in a place that is obvious from all angles. Two tags have been provided. Using these as earrings has been found to be effective.

4) If asked whether you are an active breeder you must always answer in the affirmative.

5) It is forbidden not to go out and about during your breeding period as this may lead to underperformance and entry into the force breeding programme.

Records

6) It is your responsibility to ensure that each coupling is recorded. If you fail to record a coupling then it does not count towards your quota and you will need to undertake an additional impregnation attempt to make up for it.

Recording an insemination

7) Attempts can be recorded by the male participant by signing your breeding log. These will be added to the public record.

8) If you forget your log, a breeding attempt may be recorded if the male breeder signs your body. In this case you must attempt to locate a policeman who will update the public record. The policeman may require further evidence in the form of seminal fluid discharge from your vagina. You must submit to any evidentiary testing requested.

Non-compliance by a breeding partner

1) If the partner does not confirm the attempt using either of these two methods, then you can apply for the copulation to be entered into the public record.

2) To do this you must find a non-related witness to submit photographic evidence of the attempt.

3) The photograph must meet the following conditions.

a) It must clearly show your face

b) You must be fully nude between vulva and face

c) Your vulva must be clearly visible. Note: A position with legs spread is recommended as this provides the best chance that the claim will be accepted.

d) There must be evidence of seminal fluid oozing out from your vulva. You may use a single finger, not inserted, to pull at the skin to part the lips of your vulva to facilitate the display of semen.

4) The photographic evidence must be submitted by the witness who cannot be a:

a) family member,

b) classmate,

c) ex classmate, or

d) of the same gender as the breeder requesting the record be added.

5) It is up to you how to find a suitable witness willing to follow the process above.

6) Claims take from 10 to 15 days to be processed. We recommend that you continue to work towards your quote while the claims process is underway.

Allowable Acts

7) The state recognises the importance of maximizing the chance of successful copulations therefore the following rules have been established to maximise the chance of arousal in the breeding pair.

Standard Acts

8) These apply to any male breeder who, to maximise the arousal of the male partner, may:

a) Engage in anal penetration. If you have hygiene concerns you have the right to require the male breeder engage in anal intercourse after vaginal sex. In this case, anal penetration cannot be refused.

b) Require you to manually or orally stimulate them. Oral stimulation has been found to be particularly effective at ensuring successful arousal.

c) Require you to assume a position that is pleasing to them. If the position is uncomfortable, you may contest this request by submitting photographic evidence that the position is unsustainable for extended periods. The website lists a number of positions that are deemed appropriate in all cases such as hands and knees or on your back, legs spread.

d) Utilise the assistance of their friends or acquaintances, in which case those friends and or acquaintances in which case you must manually or orally stimulate the friends and acquaintances or make yourself available for anal stimulation if requested.

e) Require you to remove and or all articles of clothing, whether before, during or after the act.

f) Call you, or allow any friends, acquaintances, colleagues, witnesses, or bystanders to call you any names for the purposes of arousal, including but not limited to slut, whore, bitch, ho, cunt, etc.

g) Write appropriately pleasing names on your body to assist with arousal.

h) Grab, squeeze, pinch, slap, spank or fondle any part of your body or ask that any friend, acquaintance, colleague, witness, or bystander do so on their behalf.

Special Cases: Restraints

9) The state recognizes that some male breeders cannot fully perform without additional equipment, either for improved arousal or improved access. In those cases, the male breeders have applied for and received permission to use the following additional equipment as per the certification on their card.

10) The certifications are:

a) Light bondage

b) Heavy bondage

c) Light humiliation

d) Heavy humiliation.

11) In the case that you are presented with light bondage certification, you must allow:

a) the use of leather cuffs on wrists or ankles

b) the cuffs to be connected or attached using suitable and supplied lengths of chain.

12) In the case that you are presented with light bondage certification, you must allow the same equipment as light bondage with the addition of:

a) Metal handcuffs

b) Spreader bars

c) Rope

13) In the case that you are presented with light humiliation certification, you must accept any of the following gags when offered to you:

a) Ballgags,

b) Gags made from cloth, or

c) Panties inserted into the mouth. In this case, you can insist on fresh panties that have recently been removed from yourself or some other person.

d) Buttplugs with smooth surfaces not greater than six inches in length and not greater than one inch in diameter.

14) In the case that you are presented with heavy humiliation certification, the rules for light humiliation certification apply with the addition of:

a) Ring gags

b) Spider gags

c) Nose hooks

d) Nipple clamps

e) Larger and more complex buttplugs

f) Peeled ginger inserted into the anus.

Special Cases: Accompanying Female Provisions

15) The state recognized that some male breeders cannot fully perform without the additional stimulation of additional partners. In those cases, the male breeders have applied for and received the accompanying female certification on their card.

16) With appropriate certification, the male breeder can require any accompanying female to be subject to standard acts.

17) A female is deemed to be accompanying if:

a) they have a blood or legal relationship with the female breeder.

i) Blood relationships include mother, sisters, daughters or cousins.

ii) Legal relationships include step mother, step sister, step daughter and sisters in law.

b) The female has similar appearance sufficient that a reasonable person would believe that they are related. So, for example, a blonde breeder with a blond companion may find the companion qualifies as an accompanying female

c) The female is well known to the female breeder. This can be determined by the behaviour that the female displays towards the breeder. Evidence can be talking to the breeder, providing the breeder with food, articles of clothing or treating the female breeder respect.

18) The participation of the accompanying female is the responsibility of the female breeder.

Rules for Male Breeders

19) Male breeders should make all reasonable attempts to ejaculate during vaginal intercourse.

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"Shit," Olivia muttered as she stared at the date on the letter. The date was two weeks in the past.

Olivia turned over the envelope the letter has come in. The front of the envelope read, 'IMPORTANT, OPEN IMMEDIATELY' in red letters. Two weeks. Billie, her roommate, had let her down again and the letter had languished, unopened for two full weeks.

"Fuck," she yelled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She stomped around the empty room looking for anything else Billie may have hidden away. "Billie, you fucking bitch," she yelled. She stopped and stared at the clock.

Two hours.

Only two hours.

And she was still in her pyjamas. She ran back to her dresser and pushed her pyjama pants down. She then rummaged through her drawers threw a pile of clothes on the bed and stripped off her pyjama top.



Panties. She searched through the clothes, fresh back from laundry day, throwing clothes everywhere as she searched. Panties. She held up a scrap of blue, her electric blue thong. She slipped them on, almost tripping herself has she did so. Next out were jeans. Fade stovepipe jeans, at least these were her favourites. The jeans would hide the thong too so she slipped them on over the thong. Then a bra, black with lace which she plastered over he chest. In her rush, she fumbled with the clasp and failed to hook it together. After three attempts, she stripped it off and threw it on the bed. After a quick toss through the clothes, she grabbed a tee shirt and pulled that on instead.

Phone, purse, and then she was good to go. She stormed out of the room, along the hall, down the stairs and out into the main campus field. Groups of students roved back and forth, moving between classes, chatting and laughing. She passed a group of jocks from the football team, a tall jock with a buzzcut wolf-whistled her. She flicked him the bird then turned away without a second thought.

She rushed past the student administration where a group of geeky students huddled in a group arguing over comic book characters. She smiled and shook her head. Next, she ran past a group of girls who were chatting and swapping stories about one of their peers. Almost as a group they frowned looked down their noses at Olivia as she burst through their ranks. She continued towards the bus with the sound of, "hey, watch it, bitch," ringing in her ears.

A long boy with greasy hair and a beard leaned up against the student building, his unwavering gaze focused on the group of girls. The gaze shifted from the girls onto Olivia, eventually settling in her tee shirt. Olivia just rolled her eyes and marched on.

She jogged up to the bus stop, arriving to find an older woman, half a dozen students and two well-built workers from the construction project across the street from the college standing around and waiting. She mingled in with the crowd and waited as the bus rumbled down the road and screeched a halt, the doors to the ancient vehicle opening with a hiss.

She boarded, with the two-construction following her, their steel capped boots clanking on the metal steps of the bus as they climbed aboard. She swung herself into a seat, her tee shirt sliding over the cool, smooth vinyl. The workers sat in the seat opposite her. Olivia did her best to ignore them but whenever she looked up, she caught them quickly glancing away. She shifted in her seat as they travelled, uncomfortable with the stares.

She lost the two workers in the crowds at the central bus terminal. Striding purposefully through the stark concrete structure, she found the waiting area for the number 277 that passed the breeding administration centre. A crowd of men sat waiting. Only one other woman, a blonde, waited and she stood around in the circle of men nervously biting her lip. The eyes of the men switched between the two women.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" yelled Olivia.

Chastened, the men looked away and the lady threw Olivia a nervous smile.

The 277 rumbled into the bus stop and came to a halt with squeal of brakes. The doors hissed and rattled open. All the men on the benches leaned forward as if preparing to rush the bus. Olivia stepped straight on, taking delight in being first on the bus and claiming the seat up the front. Despite the apparent rush of men, only two of them followed her aboard, along with the blonde. Olivia glanced out the window at the ranks of still waiting men. She shrugged wondering what bus they were waiting for. When the bus roared to life and pulled away from the terminal, she turned away and put the ranks of men out of her.

The trip took less than seven minutes, Olivia's stomach getting wound into tighter and tighter knots as she approached the final stop. The bus's squealed to a halt and the doors hissed open. Both Olivia and the lady descended the stairs and stood outside the large concrete building. Four stories high with large glass windows, it towered over the nervous women and the reality of the situation hitting Olivia for the first time.

Breeder.

Olivia took a deep breath and strode up to the revolving glass door. Once inside, she was greeted by a guard.

"Induction?"

"Yeah," Olivia mumbled.

"Down the left, third door." The guard held his arm up to guide her.

With shaking legs, Olivia walked down the wide corridor as directed. She arrived at a large wooden door with the words, BREEDING PROGRAMME: INDUCTION, written on it. She pushed the heavy door open and stepped inside.

The waiting room was full. A circle of guys sat waiting. Nervously she stepped forward, her spine tingling with the feeling that all eyes in the room were on her. Across the room, were two doors, one marked 'A' and the other 'B'. Near the doors, a bored looking middle-aged woman sat behind a counter. Olivia walked across the room, her skin prickling under the multitude of stares. Silently, Olivia handed the letter to the receptionist who took it, opened it and gave it a cursory glance. The woman grabbed a form off a stack on the table and thrust it at Olivia.

"Complete this and come back when it's done," she droned.

Olivia took the form, scanned the room for an empty seat. She sat down between two clean shaven younger men. She turned the clipboard around and started by filling in her name. She shifted in her seat when it came to her address trying to shield it from the frequent glances of the two men. She stood up, looked around and settled into a different seat between two other men. They looked over her shoulder. Eventually, Olivia twisted her body while half holding the form upside down as she filled it in.

"Hurry up with the form," drawled the receptionist.

Finished with her basic details, she continued down the form. It asked:

ARE YOU ON BIRTH CONTROL? Y/N

She ticked Y, her face on fire.

IF YES, SPECIFY ALL BIRTH CONTROL USED.

She circled IUD.

She froze at the next question.

ARE YOU A VIRGIN? Y/N

She circled N, glancing around to see if anyone saw. A man quickly turned his face away.

HAVE YOU EVER PERFORMED FELLATIO? Y/N

She circled Y, her cheeks crimson. She looked up and the blond from the bus entered the room. All of a sudden, all eyes were on the new girl, tracking her as she walked up to the receptionist. Olivia felt a huge sense of relief mixed with a twinge of jealousy that all eyes had moved off her. She returned to the form.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD ANAL SEX? Y/N

She circled N. She ignored the next question.

IF YES, HOW MANY TIMES APPROXIMATELY?

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She worked her way through the rest of the form and took it back up to the receptionist. She glanced at the now crimson faced lady, sitting crushed between two men, who was halfway through her own questionnaire.

Olivia handed her questionnaire to the receptionist who glanced at it, grunted then gave Olivia a number.

"Wait until your number is called then go through the door on the right."

Olivia stared at the number, 167, then stared around the room. "How long..."

"Wait until your number is called then go through the door on the right."

Olivia sat down making herself comfortable for a lengthy stay. She was certain to miss her class and the professor would be furious. Her grades were good and the last thing she needed was problems with the professor.

"Number 167," drawled the receptionist. "Door 'A'."

Olivia's eyebrows knitted together and she looked at her ticket.

"Number 167," the lady repeated. "Go through door 'A'."

Olivia looked around at the men waiting, then at her ticket. Perplexed, she wondered if it was right. She'd jumped to the front of the queue?

"167. That means you." The receptionist stabbed a pen in Olivia's direction.

With a mixture of dread what was coming and elation that it would all be over soon, Olivia stood and walked on trembling legs to the door. She put her hand on the door and took a deep breath.

"What the fuck is wrong with you. Number 167, everyone is waiting for you."

Feeling the prickle of a dozen eyes on her back, Olivia pushed the door open and walked through. The other side of the door was clinical, white and sterile. A set of curtained off areas lined each side of the room creating a corridor of curtains between them.

A female orderly in a crisp white lab-coat approached Olivia from down the line of curtains. "Good morning," she said, as she pulled out her clipboard. "Olivia, isn't it?"

Olivia paused for a second. "Yes," she said.

"Good. Please come with me." She pulled back the curtain to the first area on the left.

Olivia stepped inside and the orderly closed the curtain behind them. The area was bare except for a bed with stirrups at the end of two crooked steel poles at one end and a single steel straight pole at the other with D rings at the end. To the left was a white fabric bag stretched across a frame and to the right, a set of low drawers.

"Please remove your clothes," the orderly said.

"What?"

"It's standard procedure. Nothing to worry about. You'll get used to it soon enough."

"Used to what?"

"Hurry up, were holding up the process. It's routine if you just relax."

Nothing about the process felt routine to Olivia. She stepped out of her shoes. The orderly stared. Next Olivia peeled off her jeans and folded them and looked around.

"In the clothing bin," the orderly said, pointing to the fabric bag hung in the frame.

Olivia paused at the word, bin.

"Don't worry. They'll be returned to you before you leave the centre."

Olivia dropped the jeans into the cloth sack.

The orderly waited, arms crossed.

Olivia fidgeted then peeled off her tee shirt. She regretted the decision not to spend time finding the right bra. Her tits jiggled free, nipples hard and erect under the gaze of the orderly. Olivia dropped the tee shirt into the clothing bin.

The orderly waited. "Go on," she said.

Olivia hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, then slid them slowly down her legs. She stepped out of them and placed them into clothing bin.

The orderly slid open the drawers and pulled out a bolt of flimsy fabric. "Here, put this on," she said holding it out.

Olivia snatched the gown and opened it up to pull it on. It was paper thin and delicate, and when she put it on, she moves slowly and carefully so not to tear it. Once on, it offered no warmth, and only provided the most basic modesty.



The orderly glanced down at her clipboard. "I see you have birth control?"

Olivia blushed.

"That's fine, a lot of people do but we can take care of that for you?" The orderly then scanned the clipboard, her eyes narrowed.

"Take care of it?" Olivia asked?

"Remove it of course," she smiled. "What sort of breeder is on birth control?"

"How does this work?" Olivia asked. "The breeding, I mean?"

The orderly put the clipboard down on the chest of drawers. "You got the letter, right?"

"Yes," Olivia said softly.

"You read it?"

Olivia looked down. "I scanned it, I only just got it," she said quietly. "It is for real?"

The orderly put a hand on her hip and tipped her head to one side. "I suggest you re-read it fully when you get home. It's very important to follow the instructions in it. And, yes, it is for real." The orderly patted the bed. "Hop up here, please."

Olivia paused.

"It's standard procedure for removing an IUD."

"Do you put it back when the month is up?"

The orderly froze and stared at Olivia, her eyebrows knitted together. "You really need to read that letter." She shook her head. "Of course we don't put it back in, you'll be pregnant by the ned of the month."

Olivia stepped back as her head spun. The word made it real.

"But my studies?"

"You can continue with your studies, you'll be ... multitasking," the orderly explained. "Helping yourself and helping society at the same time." With a couple of quick pats, she encouraged Olivia over to the bed.

Olivia gingerly sat on the edge of the bed, then slowly twisted and leaned back so she was lying down.

"Feet in the stirrups, please."

Olivia lifted her left foot and placed it in the left stirrup. The bend of the steel followed the line of her leg. The right foot followed. She stared down at her feet.

"Hold still," said the orderly. "The procedure requires that you don't move." The orderly pulled a velcro strap out of the pocket of her lab coat and wrapped it tight around Olivia's left ankle. The right ankle followed, leaving Olivia feeling vulnerable. She went from feeling vulnerable to trapped as the orderly strapped Olivia's knees to the bar, then her thighs.

"Is this necessary?"

"Shhh," said the orderly.

"But?"

"Let me finish and you'll understand," said the orderly. "OK, now reach up," she said.

Olivia put her arms in the air.

"Stretch them back over your head, please."

Olivia reached back. With shocking swiftness, the orderly slapped metal cuffs onto Olivia's wrists and hooked them onto the bar at the end of the bed. Olivia was helpless, legs spread and arms trapped over her head."

"Hey," she protested. "Is this really necessary?" The restraints rattled as she struggled. She twisted her hands and the metal of the cuffs bit into her wrists.



Without a word, the orderly left Jessica, trapped and spread on the bed, pulling the curtain closed behind her with a screech.

Olivia shouted out. "Hey, what the fuck is going on?"

The curtain pulled back with a screech.

"Oh God. You're back. Let me out of here," Olivia said.

"What have we here?" a male voice replied.

A second male voice spoke up. "This is the latest breeder. It said Olivia on the sheet. Prepped for IUD removal"

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Olivia lifted her head to see the new voices. Two males on long white lab coats stood at Olivia's feet, both with a perfect view of her spread cunt and ass. One was older, with white hair and a beard, the other, younger and dark haired, carried a tablet.

The younger man read off a tablet. "Not a virgin. Experienced at oral. Never done anal."

Olivia's face burned red hot at the mention of anal. "Hey," She yelled. "Let me out of here."

Both mens' eyes focused on Olivia as if seeing her for the first time.

The man with the tablet checked it again and said, "first time breeder."

"Stupid slut," said the more senior of the men. "She should have been gagged. Simmons, get back in here and gag this bitch, will you?"

The female orderly returned. She walked over to the cabinet, slid open a drawer and pulled out a black ball with straps hanging off it. She stepped up to Olivia and with one hand, pinched Olivia's nose tight. When Olivia opened her mouth to breathe, the orderly crushed the ball inside and fastened the straps tight around Olivia's head until they cut into the corner of her mouth. She stepped away.

The older man turned to his companion. "Franklin, prep her for the extraction."

The younger man, placed the table down and pulled a shiny metal duck-billed device from the cabinet of stores. Without fanfare, the pressed the chilled device against Olivia's slit and inserted it. A horrible mechanical pressure forced Olivia's cunt open as Franklin turned the screw opening the speculum. Olivia grunted as the opened her up past the point of comfort.

"She's tight, Sir," Franklin said.

The older man nodded, his eyes fixed on Olivia's cunt.



With Olivia stretched wide open, Franklin inserted a set of forceps and peering into Olivia's gaping hole, worked to line them up. With a click, he locked them together then gave a short grunt as he yanked at the IUD pulling the forceps out along with a T shaped piece of plastic. He placed the forceps and used IUD onto the cabinet then slowly released the pressure on Olivia's ever sensitive cunt. She shuddered involuntarily at the movement of the speculum.

While Franklin worked to remove the speculum, the older man reached out and fondled Olivia's tits. Her nipples hardened like rubber at the touch.



"She's a responsive bitch. Should make for a good breeder."

With the speculum finally out, Franklin entered notes in his tablet.

Meanwhile the older of the two reached down between. Olivia's legs and ran his finger up her drenched slit. "Fuck. This bitch is in heat," he said. "I gotta try her out."

The sound of a zipper reached Olivia's ears then the bed tilted back. A hot pressure pushed against her pussy. Slick and wet, the man's cock slipped inside easily. He grabbed her thighs with his hands and fucked the trapped woman.

"How is she?" asked the dark-haired man.

"She's lean fresh meat," the older man replied. "Wet, tight, and hot." He continued to thrust, his hands on her thighs. His tempo picked up.





"Careful, she's a breeder and if you cum inside her pussy without the right card..."

"It's OK," said the older man between strokes as his cock thrusting into her cunt. "Because she's on birth control, there's the three-day cool down period where breedings don't count." He continued fucking the trapped girl until his breathing became ragged his trusts hard and erratic. PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! the slap of skin on skin filled the room.



Meanwhile, Olivia's trapped legs and arms writhed as she moaned through the gag.

With a grunt, and a shudder, the man unleashed his seed inside Olivia. Breathing heavily, he withdrew and a droplet of white cum dribbled down Olivia's thigh.



Franklin checked the tablet. He paused. "Hold on, she's an anal virgin."

The two men looked at each other. Olivia shook her head and whimpered through the gag.

"Simmons, prep the breeder for an anal test," the elder man called out.

The orderly opened the curtain and walked to the cabinet. Olivia noticed that the curtain remained open. She whimpered and shook. Carrying a smooth metal cylinder, Simmons stepped in behind Olivia who felt a sudden shock of cold against her asshole, followed by a relentless pressure. Olivia's breathing became fast and urgent as she pressure breached her tender virgin asshole. She closed her eyes and closed her hands into fists as the pressure pushed deeper and deeper. A warm fluid flooded her ass and the sense of pressure reduced. The man pulled out the cylinder from Olivia's ass.

"She's lubed and prepped," the orderly said.

Warm hands clasped her hips and the cool of the instrument was replaced by the hot head of the younger man's cock. Again, a relentless pressure pushed against her ass and Olivia grunted as the man's shaft breached her tender rosebud. She flushed, with the shame of the intrusion and the rush of pleasure it brought. The cock slid back and forth in her lubricated ass as the man fucked her.







The older man reached out for Olivia's tits, squeezing her nipples. "She's an anal whore," he said. "Her nipples are erect like bullets."



Franklin, with his now cock deep in Olivia's ass, simply grunted and fucked her mercilessly, his hips slapping against her ass.PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK! PIAK!



Probing fingers of the older man now pressed inside her pussy. The double pressure of fingers in her cunt and cock in her ass made her body shiver then explode as she came hard, the moans of her orgasm muted and distorted by the gag.

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Franklin came soon after, filling her asshole with jets of sticky cum. "Not bad," he said. "Let's list her as anal ready." He picked up the tablet and added some notes. "Simmons," he said, " she's ready for her microchip."



Simmons, the female orderly, pulled out a shiny steel contraption, pressed it against the back of Olivia's neck. A click, followed by a sharp sting, and Olivia was microchipped.

The older man spoke to her. "The microchip is in. This gives us your location and checks your blood for any illegal birth control substances. If it detects any birth control or tells us that you are not going out in public then you will be brought in and force bred. Do you understand?"



Olivia's eyes were wide with confusion. She didn't know what force breeding meant. It didn't sound good.

"Say yes or no."

Olivia said, "no." It came out as a muffled grunt.

"Take it for the record that the breeder confirmed her understanding," he said.

Another note was added to the tablet.

"Simmons, add the tags."

The female pulled out yet another device, rather like large pliers. She inserted a strip of blue plastic into it and held it up to Olivia's ears. A clack followed by a sharp pain and Olivia was marked. The second ear followed.



"Breeder, those tags confirm to all blue card holders that you are available for breeding. If you remove the tags, you will be brought in and force bred. Do you understand?" said the senior man with white hair.

Olivia grunted and shook her head.

"Take it for the record that the breeder confirmed her understanding," he said. Simmons, give her a final lube and prep before release.





The female orderly pressed a cool metal shaft deep inside Olivia's pussy. The device vibrated and filled Olivia's freshly fucked cunt with a slippery gel. The gel had a mild anaesthetic that soothed her pussy. The orderly pulled the shaft out.

"I hope that's enough," she said.

"She'll need it," said the senior man. He turned to Olivia. "You'll now be released and your clothes returned to you. Both men then walked off.



The female, Simmons, unhooked Olivia's from the restraints.

Olivia rubbed her wrists. "Where are my clothes?" she asked.

"Follow me."







Olivia followed the orderly out of the curtained area, walking up the line of curtains. Two bays along, the lady from the bus was naked on hands and knees with a cock sliding out of her pussy while a white coated man watched, taking notes.



They walked past the area to a door and entered a corridor. It turned to the right several times ending with a door to the left.

"Your clothes are through that door."

"Oh?"

Simmons opened the door and pushed Olivia through. She stumbled into the waiting room. The rind of waiting men stared at her. Three held out blue cards and rushed towards her.