Message-ID: <2345eli$9707282118@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Seurat's Twighlight Zone Series 03c: 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: <19970728214401.RAA08951@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. Jerry came down from the DJ's booth when he saw Joseph leaving. He stepped up to Mistress Worthington, "Is everything okay, Mistress? I saw Joseph leave; I was under the impression that things were arranged for them." "They are, Jerry. It's just that Joseph has decided to join the ranks voluntarily. Keep up your friendship with him. He could be quite a model in a year or so. If trained right, he could be worth even more as a personal servant. Your cut could be quite large." "Yes, Mistress Worthington." Jerry doubted that his friend had been told all of what was expected from a model. He wouldn't realize until it was too late. "Look, the auction is going to start. Any of your work in this bunch?" "None trained by me, Mistress Worthington, but rumor has it that Larry was seen with Agent Katherine earlier." Personal servants began to escort guests to the exits; anybody with a bracelet and no special invitation would have to call it a night. In just a few minutes, the room was predominantly red, black, white, and flesh. Here and there stood a woman in other colors. As each servant returned they removed their shorts, revealing harnesses which held their erect genitals flat to their bodies. Each then donned thick cuffs for each wrist and ankle, and put on a heavy collar. They moved towards their respective owners. A voice boomed from overhead,"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. The Twighlight Cafe regrets to announce that the regularly scheduled auction has been postponed until next Wednesday. Agents and trainers with models for trade or sale as personal servants will be able to submit new listings for next weeks auction. Instead, tonight we have a special attraction." Grumbling by the Agents at having to wait another week disappeared at the mention of a special attraction. "First, Mistress Jennifer, of the owner's circle, has put out a standing offer for a new personal servant to replace her last one, who was killed in a plane crash last month. Resumes will be taken at the office." People began discussing the fact; Mistress Jennifer had sent her husband through training 'the long way', meaning she was looking for a replacement lover, and would be paying well for a suitable replacement. "Also, we have with us tonight, a genuine gate-crashing thief. Mistress Katherine?" From the stairs by the far bar walked Mistress Katherine, a look of confidence and superiority on her face. Behind Her came Slut Mitzy and Slut Ditzy, carrying a body wrapped in red plastic over their head. The group reached the center of the dance floor, and put their package in a standing position. Jerry recognized Larry's face. "Meet Larry Lade, confessed impersonator of owner guest status," people 'uh-oh'ed and 'tsk'ed', "who, under the careful ministrations of Mistress Katherine, has confessed to stealing a bracelet. We all know the rules. Trainers only will be permitted to bid, as law dictates his sentence be as a personal servant." Women in black separated from the crowd and started moving in around Larry, who was really starting to sweat. Each of the trainers either spoke a bid to Mistress Katherine or returned to the crowd. As the bids got higher, more and more returned to the crowd. Finally, only two remained. The first, dressed in an ankle length black leather dress and sporting a blonde braid that reached her waist, spoke loud enough for the crowd to hear. "Twelve thousand." The other, an Asian with long black hair, dressed in stud-covered black leather corset and skirt all trimmed with black fur, replied, "thirteen." She emphasized the fact by slapping a large cat'o'nine tails into her hand. "Fifteen." Mistress Katherine smiled. The Asian woman reached over and grabbed Larry's plastic wrapped cock, taking it from semi-limp to rock hard immediately. "Twenty." The blonde stepped back into the crowd. The Asian leaned in and whispered something to Larry. Larry's panicked eyes searched around the room, looking for someone he knew. "JERRY! For God's sake, Jerry, help me, please! I don't...She told me what she's going to do to me! For the love of God, Jerry, Please!" The woman stuffed the handle of the cat'o'nine tails into Larry's mouth, effectively gagging him. Two muscular men, dressed in leather harnesses, moved from the crowd and carried Larry away. The trainer bowed to Mistress Katherine, then gave her a small kiss on the cheek. The voice boomed out over the floor again. "Before we resume the party, we have one more surprise for tonight." All lights went out except for those spotlighting the middle of the dance floor. A female's voice boomed through loudspeakers across the place. "Congratulations to Mistress Megan on her fine purchase. We hope to see results, and soon. But first. A special attraction tonight, ladies and gentlemen. The Cafe has a new acquisition who debuts in just a moment. I know it's been a while, but tonight we acquired a servitor!" A murmur went though the audience. "Yes, I know. There hasn't been a servitor since the eighties; but rest assured, we have one here tonight!" A humming noise started on the dance floor, and the crowd got quite again. The two panels of the silver ceiling separated from the rest and began lowering on huge chains to the floor. As the entered the spotlight what was on top was revealed. A beautiful blonde woman, dressed in zebra-striped gloves, corset, boots, and mask stood next to a wooden platform. On the platform was poised a figure balanced on the balls of his feet and the palms oh his hands. Chromed braces keeping his elbows and knees straight and his genitals covered gleamed in the spotlight, shining beams of light into the audience. A zebra-striped bandana blindfolded the man. His ass, lifted high in the air, was exposed to all as the platform lazily turned around. "May I present Mistress Gina, and the servitor Hank." A cheer went up from the crowd. "Now, I know all of you with personal servants are excited, as we now have a trainee for them to take their aggressions out on. Tonight, servitor will be performing relief measures only; please check the schedule to find out when he is available for flagellation sessions. I'm sure somebody as big and strong as him will be perfect for the old cock-and-ball torture, considering how many times he's used those muscles to get what he wanted from drunk coeds." Another murmur went through the audience. Many women in the audience had been raped or knew people that had been raped, and would want revenge on this one. "But first we have a special announcement. Guest Jerry is, this night, being promoted to full agent, with all duties, benefits, and responsibilities that go with the position. Master Jerry?" Jerry stepped into the spotlight, next to Mistress Gina. She reached over and removed the white band from around his wrist. A cheer went through the audience, to whom he bowed. "As Master Jerry was the one who located the servitor, it has been decided he shall be allowed virgin rights." Another cheer. Unintelligible noises emanated from Hank's mouth, accompanied by weeping. Jerry walked around to Hanks rear, and got up on the platform. He smoothed his hand over Hank's ass. The crown quieted. Jerry unzipped the sides of his leather pants and pulled them off, exposing muscular legs that were both tanned and shaved. A bald pubic area surrounded his eight inch hard-on. Mistress Gina handed him a tube of lubricant, which he smeared all over his cock, then he placed the nozzle tip in Hank's ass and squeezed until lubricant leaked from his anus. Master Jerry turned and looked at the quiet crowd, the only noise coming from a weeping and now sober Hank. Master Jerry turned back and, placing the head of his cock to Hank's ass said, "Always claimed I was the fag. You ruined my life, Hank. People didn't want anyhting to do with me because you scared them off. Now is the time for my revenge. Who's the guy that will be taking it up the ass for the rest of his life, Hank?" Master Jerry pressed the head of his cock intoHank's anus, which Hank clenched to keep out the intruder. Master Jerry worked back and forth, slowly driving more and more of his prick into Hank's ass until he was all the way in. A yowl escaped from Hank's mouth, the harness destroying any words his mouth might have been trying to shape. Master Jerry thrust in and out, pounding harder and harder. The crowd began to grunt with each thrust in, getting louder and faster to match Jerry's movements. Just when it seemed he was about to explode, Master Jerry stopped and withdrew. The crowd quieted. Master Jerry walked around to Hank's head. Another cheer. Master Jerry reached down and removed the tear soaked bandanna from Hank's eyes. Hank looked up at Jerry, then at Jerry's prick which looked him in the eye. He tried shaking his head NO!, but Master Jerry grabbed both sides of his head and slid his cock through the ring holding his jaw open and into Hank's mouth. "Lick me clean." Hank tried to dislodge the cock from his mouth with his tongue and by shaking his head, but it did nothing but excite Master Jerry more as he drove his engorged member down Hank's throat. Finally Master Jerry orgasmed, his body bucking as he shot cum down Hank's throat, then filling his mouth. When he finished, he pulled his now clean but semi-limp prick from Hank's mouth. Cum covered Hank's mouth. He would have thrown up but something in the drink earlier had prevented him. Master Jerry's orgasm had not only filled his mouth but it had backed up and come out his nose. The salty-sweet taste and ammonia smell filled Hank's mouth, and he could feel his teeth getting sticky. He began to cry again. A cheer had gone up went Master Jerry orgasmed, and, as if on cue, personal servants had looked to their owners with hopeful eyes. The lucky ones were forming lines at Hank's mouth and his ass. One of the duties of the servitor rank was to relieve lucky personal servants. It was a position held for life. Master Jerry was escorted off the dance floor by Mistress Gina. "No regrets, Master Jerry. He'll adjust, eventually. They always do. It make take a while, though. Mistress Worthington has declared he will receive no adjustment drugs or prosthetic equipment. They going to break him the old fashioned way. So feel good; we've got some great pictures for you to take back to his fraternity." "Are their rooms taken care of? The explanations made?" "Yes. Hank's paper trail will show that he couldn't deal with his latent homosexuality and he ran away to Europe, never to be heard of again. Fitz was in a tragic car crash, and Larry will go to work in a company run by Mistress Megan, where he will no doubt be very happy. Whether or not he wants to be. She already has him in a chastity harness. She can be strict. V-E-R-Y strict." "What about Joseph?" "Joseph will be entering the modeling program at the Zone. The Agents have already started an informal bid for his contract. It won't go public, though, unless you decline; Mistress Worthington has declared you have first decision." "I'll have to think about it." Jerry looked at the crowd, wondering. "What's on your mind?" "Well, I was just wondering if uncle knows about you being an owner here, and what you do." "Not yet dear, but he has been a little inattentive lately. I think a little appreciation training session is due." They both started laughing, and the music started again. There was room enough for people to dance around the group in the center. ========================================================= In case you're wondering what happened to the characters from the first two stories, let's just say they may reappear. The next four stories are nearly complete, and flesh out the store, the club, and some of the people connected to it. If you enjoy these stories, please let me know. 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