Message-ID: <2521eli$9707311037@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Seurat's Twighlight Zone Series #4b: Elizabeth 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: <19970730212601.RAA27306@ladder01.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. Ding-dong. Mistress Tara pushed Candy's head away from her crotch. Pussy juice streamed down her chin. "Did I do good, Mistress Tara?" "Fair, slut, but you'll learn. Now clean up and fix your make-up; wear the silvery pink lipstick." "Yes, Mistress Tara." But her Candy-self did just what it was told. Candy walked down the steps carefully. She heard voices in the living room, male and female. She reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner. Mistress Tara was talking to John, and another woman was behind him. "Here she is now, your little slut Candy!" "Hello, Candy" said John,"you remember slut Buffy, your old secretary, don't you?" The other woman looked up at the name, a dizzy-looking smile on her face. Cheryl/Buffy was dressed the same as Candy, only in negative. White boots peeked from her jeans, white gloves, a white leather tube giving her black hair a pony look, and no doubt a white corset and toys under the white shirt. Her tits strained against the shirt, much the same way as Candy's did, and her erect nipples were evident. She even wore the same silvery pink lipstick. John was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, a nice shirt, and a leather jacket. Tara spoke, "Candy, this is Master John, whom you will refer to as John in public, and Master at all other times. This is slut Buffy, whom you will refer to as Buffy in public or as 'slut Buffy' at all other times. You will do whatever Master John tells you to." "Yes, Mistress Tara." "John, everything worked perfectly. I did nothing with the toys yet, though. Did the paperwork go through okay?" "Yes, Ms. Worthington. The entire estate is now mine. You'd think that somebody that thought she was as smart as she was would have reread the contract before she signed it. By the way, seeing as she is now a penniless waif, she'll need a job. Any modeling contracts open for her and Buffy at the Zone? I've got a room upstairs she and Buffy can stay in, if they're good." At the phrase 'if they're good' Buffy's eyes got a dreamy look, and she reached around Master John and began rubbing his crotch. Mistress Tara smiled again. "Programming's going well, I see. Yes, I could use a few more models, in the bondage and sexual toys areas. Are you going to set up Candy's program before you go?" "Nearly forgot!" He took out a little control and pressed a few buttons. A voice started whispering in Candy's ears [you love Master John you will serve Master John you will do anything Master John tells you...] then seemed to fade into the rooms background noise. If she concentrated, she could pick it out [you love sex with Master John you love sex with slut Buffy you love sexy clothing...] "Before you go, John, how are things in the biochemical prosthetics division going?" Tara winked at the man. "Let me show you. Buffy, show Mistress Tara your favorite thing in the whole world." Buffy's whole body shivered as she dropped to her knees, a lustful grin glued to her face. She undid Master John's belt, and nearly ripped his pants off, exposing the cock she had rubbed to a full erection. Candy gasped. Buffy took the head of the engorged cock in her mouth and began stroking the shaft with her left hand while her right hand fondled his egg sized balls. Her eyes closed and she started to hum as if there was no place in the world she would rather be. At this point in Buffy's training, there was no place she would rather be. It was almost complete. John pressed another button on the remote. The voices in Candy's ears were no longer in sync. [...you love giving head you love pleasing orally and anally...] while the other spoke phrases [...to you the term on your knees' is an invitation to please Master John orally...] Candy felt drawn to Master John, looking him in the eyes, a question unasked. Master John smiled and said, "Buffy, stop. Our new slut wants to make up for lost time. On your knees, slut Candy. Show me what I've been missing for the past three months." He winked at Mistress Tara. She stifled a giggle. Candy dropped to her knees in front of Master John. She wrapped her leather covered left hand around the shaft, and reached out with her right to fondle the huge balls which filled her hand completely. The purple head, bigger than a golf ball, glistened with slut Buffy's saliva. Her mouth opened, and she slid the cockhead past her silvery-pink lips, leaving a slight trail of lipstick and gloss as she tightened her lips grip. Her hands began stroking and fondling of there own accord while her lips swirled and explored. Soon she began to ease more of the huge prick into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head up and down. Two inches, then three, then four. The glans hit the back of her throat , and on the next down stroke she started to deep throat it. John touched another button. Between slut Candy's legs things began to happen. The buttplug and the dildo began to expand as the current from the batteries hidden in the corset reacted with the chemicals inside the toys. When they reached their full size, both began to heat up and vibrate. Slut Candy's orgasm began to build. John tensed up , and slut Candy went to pull the cock out of her mouth. Mistress Tara's hands instead forced her head back onto the cock head just as the cum spurted forth; not the palm full that she got from Max's little dick, but the first stream would have filled her mouth if it hadn't shot right down her throat. She kept pumping her Master's cock, shooting stream after stream of tastey cum down her throat. He pulled away, her pouting mouth sucking as long as she could. The toys inside her overexcited her nerves, sending her into a convulsive orgasm that rocked her like none before. "Wow, John. How much did you prime your prick with?" "Well Ms. Worthington, I figure that was about three months worth. I've been saving up for a special occasion." They both laughed. "Slut Candy, did you like that?" Tara spoke softly to the convulsing body on the floor. "Every time you please your master, he may reward you with an orgasm. Don't please him, and he will punish you. Or worse, he may sell you to me. Sort of sad, really. You could of been a femdom to rival the best in my organization. Too bad you were so greedy; that combined with your submission to your sexual desires was your downfall. See you Monday, bright and early. Got a new catalog to get out!" Slut Candy looked up at Mistress Tara and Master John, affection and desire in her eyes. Master John pulled his underwear and pants back on, gave a small bow to Ms. Worthington, and walked to the door. Buffy and Candy came up on either side, each taking an arm. Epilogue Max swung his Porsche into the driveway, turned off the motor. He trotted up to the front door. Tacked to the front door was envelope with his name printed on the front. He pulled it off, and the door slowly swung open, of it's own accord. On the floor of the hallway was a large clothing box. He stepped inside, closed the door, and opened the envelope. Max, Put on the outfit in the box. All of it. Make sure it's nice and tight. Then bring that big cock of yours upstairs. I've got some plans for it and you that you will never forget. Mistress Max had a difficult time getting his clothes off fast enough for his own taste, leaving them in a pile on the foyer floor. His erection was almost painful as he opened the box. Inside were three leather bags. The first contained a mass of one inch black leather straps connected with rings in a criss-cross pattern. The second had what looked like a black leather condom and a little, empty bag. In the third was a ring-gag harness to keep his mouth open wide. After he removed the bags he saw three small envelopes numbered #1,#2,#3. #1 - put on the jumpsuit. You climb in through the neck, like a good little slave. Max pulled the neck wide, surprised at the leather's flexibility, and stepped in. In a moment he was completely in, his eagerness to please evident. The suit was like a net covering his body from the neck down. It left his hands and feet free, and his erection and ass bare. If he could have gotten harder, he would have. #2 - put the tube on my property. Pass it though the ring, then draw the bag over your sack. Max did as instructed. The tube was tight; almost too tight. It covered all of his eight inches, leaving the glans exposed. The bag, which seemed to be made of a stretchy leather looking material, had a ring which slid down the shaft, then drew it over his ball sack. It felt like somebody had a good grip. Uncomfortable, but arousing. #3 - put the gag on and get your ass upstairs; you're already late. She had put him a ball-gag once, after he offed her first boyfriend. Of course, she had made up for his inability to use his mouth by using hers twice as much. He stuck the ring in his mouth, maneuvered it behind his teeth, and fastened the harness behind this head and again on top, making sure it was snug. His mouth was open to the limit, wrapped around the 2 inch ring. He couldn't speak at all. He nearly came as he ran up the stairs. The bedroom was lit only with candles, and Elizabeth was nowhere in sight A few empty boxes from The Twighlight Zone' lay on the floor. The bed had only a black satin sheet and four manacles attached to the frame. A large card read, Tie yourself, sex slave'. Max hooked his left ankle into the first manacle, and slapped it shut. It clicked. He had to spread his legs wide to get his ankle to the other manacle. He pushed down against the hinge, and the halves closed and then clicked. Pre-cum began to dribble down his wrapped shaft. His arms stretched out and found their place in their manacles. The tube and the sack held his prick pointing to the ceiling. His cock was so hard it hurt. "So this is the guy who was going to kill one of my favorite biochemists, eh? Nice dick you got there; you'd think it would get you laid a little more often, or you wouldn't be where you are now. Pretty desperate for sex, aren't you?" A little black haired woman dressed in white walked into the room. "Looks like you can follow directions, though. That's good, especially where you are going." Max strained against the manacles, realizing that he'd been had. Grunts and snorts emanated from his mouth, but nothing intelligible could make it past the ring-gag. "Where's Elizabeth? Funny you should ask. She left a little while ago with John. What's that? You're sorry you missed her? Part of her is still here. Here, taste for yourself!" Tara slid the purple dildo, covered with Elizabeth's dried juices, into the ring-gag and all the way into Max's mouth, making him gag. "Better get used to it. You'll be sucking real ones pretty soon." A lot of things happened to Max that night. Things he didn't think he would live through. Some things he didn't want to live through. But that's another story. (Writer's note: There actually is a continuation of what happens to Max. 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