Message-ID: <2344eli$9707282118@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Seurat's Twighlight Zone #3b: The Twighlight Cafe Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19970728213901.RAA08608@ladder02.news.aol.com> Warning! The following material is adult in nature. That means if you are underage or this material is not suitable in content to survive the scrutiny of those who make the laws in your area of the world, do not read it. This material most probably contains: Male and Female domination; vaginal, oral, and anal sex; sex of a semi-consensual nature; fetishistic adornments and sex toys; nasty torture for characters I didn't like; and a little plot thrown in for good measure and to separate the sex scenes. The characters in these stories are not real, but may be based on real people that I have known, met, or seen. I'll never tell. This and all my other stories are copyright (c) by me, Seurat. Permission is given to reproduce this material only in electronic form and then only for personal use. If I find out that you are selling my material without my permission, I will track you down. What the characters in my stories do to each other is nothing compared to what I can do. On with the stories. The room she led Hank into was dark and at first he couldn't see anything. She shut the door, hit a light switch that illuminated a number of ceiling recessed lights, and walked across the room, turning to face Hank. The room itself was high-ceilinged, the walls were painted black, and the floor was a gleaming silver. Hank thought. In the dead center of the room was a waterbed-like frame with futon mattresses on top, all covered in black sheets. "Well, lover, is this a suitable place?" she asked, giving him that smile again. "I think it will do quite fine." Hank moved in to start a little foreplay. "Hold on there, lover. Before we do anything, I'd like to see what I bargained for." Hank looked at her stupidly. "The clothes, the clothes. Take them off, unless you'd like to do this with your jeans on. Personally, I like the touch of flesh over that of denim." "Oh. Sorry." Hank knelt down and untied one sneaker, then pulled it off. He was mid way through the laces on the second sneaker when he realized she was standing there watching him. "Are you going to stay clothed?" "Just wanted to watch for a moment. I like to see the effect of my disrobing on the...shall we say 'more intimate' parts of the male body." Hank got up from the floor, wobbled a little, then pulled off his shirt and unzipped his jeans. "I sure hope so. I think I may have had a little more to drink then I should have." "That's okay, dear. I'm sure you'll rise to the occasion." Hank pulled off his jeans, then his socks, and finally his boxers. Years of weight lifting and sports showed; he was in nearly prime physical condition. His prick wasn't in the least aroused. He looked at her sheepishly, not knowing what to do next or where to put his hands. "Looks like I have a little work to do before the fucking and sucking begins." She unzipped the black leather dress, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath she wore a matching zebra striped corset with full black leather cups, which held her ample bosom. A matching black leather g-string covered her pussy, and a black leather garter belt held her stockings up. "What do you think? Leave it on or take it off?" Hank had never seen somebody in real life dressed like this, except in strip clubs. And he for sure never had one standing in front of him that wanted to fuck him. His prick started to harden, and, embarrassed, he tried covering it with his hands. "Looks like having it on is improving you status a little. I have to tell you, Hank, I'm sort of used to having my own way. Would you mind hoping up here," she patted the bed,"and giving me a birds-eye view?" Hank got onto the bed, and stood in the middle, his 6 inches of cock was now stiff and pointing straight out. His head was less than a foot from the ceiling. She began to walk around him, the only sounds in the room were her heels on the metal floor and the small amount of music that leaked up from below. As if on cue the two lights over the bed went out, leaving Hank in darkness. "Shit! Something always goes wrong. Hank, be a hon and jiggle them a little. Sometimes the bass shakes them loose. And I do so want to see everything that happens." Hank reached up his left hand into the recess and found the bulb, which was already cooling. He gave it a little wiggle, and the light came back on. He dropped his hand and reached over to the other one with his right. This one he also wiggled, and as it flickered to life, the first one went out again. Both Hank and the woman started laughing. "Can you reach both at once? They must be on the same track, or something." "Sure 'nuff" replied Hank, his head starting to swim a little more. Concentrating on the lights was allowing his erection to droop. He got his left hand in the recess and on the bulb, but was just a little short on reaching the other one. He bounced a little, getting his hand into the recess but not on the bulb. He bounced again, this time grasping the bulb in his hand. Both lights began to flicker. "Bingo!" He said, immensely proud of his action. Both recesses the closed around his wrists, locking his arms above his head, and leaving him on the balls of his feet. "What the fuck?" She grabbed onto the topmost futon mattress and yanked it from under his feet, leaving him suspended by his wrists. "HEY! What's going on?! Put that back!" She went over to her bag and pulled something out, then climbed up behind him. "Look, bitch, I don't know what kind of shit your into, but I don't like it and I want down, NOW!" "Oh. I'll be letting you down in just a minute. I just figured this way it would be easier to do this." She began massaging his balls with one hand, arousing his now flaccid penis. With her other hand she locked the cuff around the base of his genitals tightly. A belt then went snugly around his waist. "OW!. What the fuck is that?" Hank strained to look down at his dick, but could only see a glint of metal. "That's a chastity cuff. You'll be wearing it until I get you fitted for a proper chastity belt. And this is the custom key for the cuff you wear." She held up a black and gold key. "Magnetics, you know. So much better than the old style. It would be easier for you to cut your dick off then to get that cuff off. Less painful, too." She smacked him hard on the ass, eliciting a yelp, only, just as his mouth opened, she stuck something huge into it. Hank found that he couldn't close his mouth at all, that it seemed pried open. She fastened something around the back of his head, presumably to hold it in place. "This key also works the lock on your trainer gag." She got off the bed. Hank tried to kick out at her as she did so, swinging wildly. She turned and smiled. "That's next." She walked behind him and felt something clamp over is right knee, keeping his leg straight, then another over his left. She pulled off another mattress, revealing the supporting frame. The entire thing was covered in pieced together leather, eye bolts fixed in each of the four corners and another recessed in the middle. Hanks arms were going nub, and his neck began to hurt. She turned around and went back to her bag. Hank felt his wrists release and he dropped onto the frame, jolting the entire frame. His arms, numb from being held at the odd angle, did little to stop his falling face first onto the soft leather. There must be some cushioning underneath, but it still hurt his balls and dick. She turned around and quickly pulled his right hand middle finger through an eyebolt, wrapped a leather cuff around his wrist, and ran a short chain from the cuff under his middle finger and back to the cuff, effectively locking his hand in place. In the seconds it took him in his drunken stupor to realize what happened, she had the other hand done. She locked to more tubes around his elbows, keeping his arms straight. He was locked in a stiff-armed push-up position. From there she moved behind him. A hand reached under and grabbed his steel encased member and, pulling up and back, forced him to raise his ass in the air. She locked another cuff around his ankle and tied linked it to another eyehook behind his right heel, then completed his left leg. In moments the women had completely immobilized Hank, his arms and legs straight out and supporting his body off the ground. His exposed ass was held high in the air by the steel encased limbs, and a steel encased penis hung limply below. His head hung low, a puddle of drool forming under his mouth. Hank began to cry. "There, there. Only one more chain, and then you're all finished." She grabbed a hunk of his hair and pulled back his head. Hank heard a click, but before his head could drop, he heard another click and found that his gag harness had been connected to the belt around his waist. His head now faced straight out, eyes level with the platform he was on. "Ready?" Mistress Katherine led the way up the stairs to a long hallway. The women in red giggled as Larry, sandwiched between them in the passage, groped and stroked their latex clad bodies. He had seen them in the catalog the Twighlight Zone put out, and had jerked off often over the pictures therein. Even in his fantasies he had only been able to handle one girl at a time. As they walked down the hall the giggling twins began to return the gropes, making his erection even harder. Finally, they reached a door that Mistress Katherine opened. The twins scampered inside, and turned expectantly to Larry. Larry looked around the room the women had brought him to. Satin pillows covered the floor, and the smell of incense and perfume hung in the air. Oil lamps lit the room with a hazy light. Slut Mitzy kissed Larry again, and started to fumble with his belt. Slut Ditzy was busy taking off his jacket and shirt while exploring the depths of his ear with her tongue. Mistress Katherine stood a few feet away and watched, a satisfied smile on her face. They finally got Larry's clothes off. Slut Mitzy pushed Larry back onto the cushions, and pulled on his left leg, drawing it from the right. Slut Ditzy pulled on the right, and they began massaging his upper thighs. Slut Mitzy took the head of Larry's cock into her mouth and started swirling her tongue around it, tasting and exploring. Slut Ditzy meanwhile was attempting to get both of Larry's balls in her mouth without the use of her hands. "Hey babe," he said to Agent Katherine," there's plenty to go 'round. Want to join in?" "Excuse me? I'm here to supervise only. And I am Agent Katherine, not a 'babe'. You may refer to me as either Agent Katherine or Mistress Katherine." The Gaelic accent seemed to be getting stronger as she got more irritated. "Okay, but it ain't every day you get to deflower somebody." Larry lay back and closed his eyes, enjoying the ministrations of the twins. Every time he even came close to cumming, they would slow their pace and relax him. "Deflower? Are you saying you are actually a virgin?" "At the moment...but your friends seem eager enough to fix my problem." He put his right hand on Slut Mitzy's head, and helped her bob up and down. The red and black band fell off his wrist. "Stop." Both girls immediately froze. Larry's eyes opened. "What did you stop for?" Mistress Katherine picked up the band and noticed the broken clasp and the stamp. "Sluts, restrain him." Teeth tightened on Larry's genitals, causing him a little pain but a lot of discomfort. "Make any move, and they will remove your genitals. The penalties for impersonating an owner's guest are extreme. The next time you refer to me as anything but Mistress Katherine, you'll want to rip your own pathetic dick off because the pain will be so great. Now, state loud and clear where you got that bracelet." "I'm a customer here, um, Mistress Katherine." Larry smiled weakly. "Sluts, make him tell the truth." Mitzy resumed sucking his head, and added her hand to stroke his shaft. He felt himself building agin, and just as he has about to explode both bit down, the pain killing the orgasm. She then started again, head bobbing up and down, tongue flicking and swirling until he was about to release, then the teeth again. Larry was torn between the pleasure and the agony. "Slut Ditzy, put the rings on. Larry, I read this in a story once. I think you'll appreciate this." Slut Ditzy got up and left the room, but was only gone for a minute. Slut Ditzy returned with a bag of crushed ice and a red suede pouch. She filled her mouth with ice as slut Mitzy took her mouth off Larry's prick. Slut Ditzy lowered her head to engulf his purpling cock, still held in Slut Mitzy's tight grip. The ice in slut Ditzy's mouth and the ice water that dribbled down his shaft had the desired effect; Larry went semi-limp. Slut Ditzy removed her mouth and opened the pouch, taking out two large rings. She slipped both over Larry's shaft, down to the base. Slut Mitzy shifted her hand to grip his balls, digging her nails into his flesh. "Wait!" Larry protested. "Speak again and it will be as a soprano. Lock them in place." Slut Mitzy engulfed his cock, taking the entire thing into his mouth. Larry felt himself grow hard again, and as he reached a full erection he felt the bite of the rings, whose inner diameter was smaller than his dick was round. When he was fully erect, she sat back up. "Slut Ditzy, mount him." The woman unsnapped her crotch and straddled Larry. She lowered her self down as slut Mitzy guide the prick into her dripping pussy. She slowly slid all the way down, teasing Larry with a gyrating action until she was fully impaled. She was warm and wet, loose and at the same time tight inside. Being inside her was better than Larry had ever imagined sex could be. "Larry, those two rings will prevent your orgasm. At the same time you will be unable to go limp. The action of being fucked will pinch the skin between rings, causing you great pain. Pleasure, pain, and hopelessness, all in one action. You will soon answer my questions, and truthfully. Commence." Slut Ditzy began fucking, first a series of short humps then drawing herself almost all the way off. The entire time slut Mitzy massaged his balls. Larry began groaning form the pleasure and the pain. Larry felt himself continually build up, but the rings prevented him from cumming. "What is it you want?!" Slut Mitzy corrected his question by driving her nails into his ballsack. "Please, Mistress Katherine, tell me what you want!" "Larry, where did you get that bracelet?" "I got it from a drunk in the bathroom. Please make them stop, Mistress Katherine. It hurts." Mistress Katherine smiled. "Stop. Slut Mitzy, wrap him up. Slut Ditzy, keep him restrained." Slut Mitzy left the room. Slut Ditzy, still mounted on top, leaned over and whispered to Larry, "Too bad, Larry. Slut Mitzy and I are very good. You wouldn't believe the power and intensity of the orgasms we could draw from you. The things we could teach you. You could have never matched the experience." Slut Mitzy came back with two rolls of red plastic wrap. Slut Ditzy got off Larry, and grabbed his cock and balls in her hands, digging nails into each slightly, and pulled him to his feet. Slut Mitzy started the first roll at Larry's neck and began wrapping his upper body, pinning his arms to his body. Larry didn't move, afraid that his genitals would be removed. The first roll made it to his waist. The second roll started at his ankles, and when the wrap reached his knees, Slut Ditzy let go. Slut Mitzy continued to wrap, and soon had him wrapped completely, with a nice handle jutting out front. "Please let me go, Mistress Katherine. I won't take anything from anybody, ever. I won't say anything to anybody about any of this, either." "On the contrary, Larry, I intend to give you something to brag about." At a motion from Mistress Katherine, the twins picked up Larry over their heads and carried him out of the room. Mistress Katherine picked up Larry's clothes, rolled them into a ball, and left, shutting the door behind her. A grinding sound from under the floor alerted the dancers that the stage was coming up, and they cleared the way. Up came a stake, to which a young man was tied, dressed only in his jeans, his hairless chest exposed. Fitz looked out at the crowd, and started to sweat. From the back bar strolled the magician, dressed in a black leotard, thigh high leather black leather boots with spike heels, matching gloves, a white bow tie, and a top hat. The crowd clapped. "For your entertainment tonight, ladies and gentlemen, I present: the Damsel in Distress! Tonight's mystical transformation will turn this strapping young man into what he most desires! A change that is only possible with your help! First, what is it that men most desire?" A voice cried out, "SEX!" "Then lets give him a little sex!" She turned around, and unzipped and pulled down Fitz's jeans. A panicked look washed across his face. She leaned in close and whispered, "don't worry, you're doing fine. Don't forget, I will repay you. In full." Fitz calmed down, started sweating under the heat of the lights. "Looks like he already has a little sex. Oops" Fitz blushed, and the crowd laughed. "What is it that every man wants?" Another voice, "a little pussy!" "Then lets give him a little pussy!". She pulled out a little drawstring bag and pulled it over Fitz's genitals, and drew the drawstring tight. Then tighter, and tighter, until finally the bag popped off, leaving a little patch of hair surrounding swollen pussy lips. Fitz looked surprised beyond belief. "There's his pussy. Something's missing. Got a pussy, what we need is..." "Tits!" "Yes, Breasts. Mamaries. And what are breasts filled with?" "Milk!" "That's right." She reached behind the stake, and pulled out a hose and a jug. She fixed one end of the hose to the jug and put the other end in Fitz's mouth, then lifted the jug. His cheeks bulged at first, then normalized as he made a swallowing motion. The milk level in the jug went down. Buds appeared on his chest, swelling into small breasts, growing through an A-cup then to a B-cup. She removed the hose. Somebody screamed "Bigger!" She smiled, pulled out another jug, lifted it to his mouth. Again, Fitz looked like he wasn't expecting it. His breasts swelled, passing C- and D-cup, stopping at DD. The crowd applauded loudly. "Something's missing from our new woman. I know!" The magician reached behind him and pulled out a long blonde wig and pulled it on his head. Fitz tried to shake it off, but it was stuck on. Next she put some lipstick on him, whispering, "five minutes, tops, lover." He let her finish the make-up. She turned to the crowd, "Ta-dah!" Everybody cheered, although most knew how she did it. "I think it's time for me to experience the little sex now." People laughed, and applauded again. The stage descended into the floor, and she untied him from the stake. "Would you mind getting me out of this thing? Big tits are nice on other people, but it's sort of uncomfortable." He tugged at the prosthetic chest which gave him breasts and covered his genitals; it had been stuck fast with some glue, like the wig. She walked over to him and kissed him, invading his mouth with her tongue, and pulled him to the ground. She finally came up for air. Her hands moved down, split open the pussy and pulled out his erect cock. She placed the head against her leotard, which stretched around his cock like a leather sheath as he entered her. It seemed to make him more sensitive. "I don't know. I always wanted a she-male slave. I think I'll make them permanent." People moved back out onto the dance floor, and the music picked up. "Well, Joseph, if you'd really like to pursue a career with us, then you better get home and get some rest. The Zone doesn't hire anybody who isn't a college graduate." Joseph smiled warmly. "Yes, Ms. Worthington, and I will graduate. Thank you very much. I'll be in touch." Joseph looked back to where the stage had appeared. "I can't believe Fitz did that." "Don't worry about him. He's in good hands. She's known for giving special rewards to her volunteers. By the way, Joseph, I have a house that I would like you to move into tomorrow. Nothing against fraternities, but they tend to foster some unconventional ideas in their members. It's at 104 Packard St. Here are the keys." She handed him two keys. "This is a little sudden, Ms. Worthington. Packard St.? But that's sorority row!" "I know, dear. In fact, you'll be living with a few girls while we start your modeling training. In fact, they going to be models for the Zone. You don't mind, do you?" "No! It's just that my brothers..." Images of being surrounded by beautiful women flashed through his mind; fantasies seemed to be coming true. "The brothers in your house will be green with envy, and if your worried about the brothers you came with tonight, I'm sure they will be well taken care of. Now, shoo." "Yes Ms. Worthington, and thanks again." Joseph walked briskly out of the Cafe and to his car, his head held high the entire way. A moment of doubt at leaving his brothers behind slipped into his head, but... He started his car and left. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /