Message-ID: <3512eli$9709011154@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dantedibby@aol.com (Dantedibby) Subject: Twighlight Zone 4 by Seurat: Art Critic 8/8 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: <19970901111900.HAA23014@ladder02.news.aol.com> Final section. Missed any? I'll be reposting all sections of the series (0-4) when 5 and 6 are ready. Until then, visit Eli's web site (see the bottom of this message as posted in a.s.s.m.) Wednesday, July 3rd According to what I had been told this would be my last night of my sentence. I had been under that impression before, though. I looked at black leather bag staring out at me from the closet. One more night and I would be free of the sadistic little artist and her friends. I pulled the bag out, unzippered it and started taking out the contents. First was the controller she had shown me what seemed to be an eternity ago. A marked numeric keypad, a red enter button, and eight other buttons that I had started to learn the functions of but was afraid (with good cause) to fool around with. Next came a white mask without cutouts for eyes, nose or mouth. A pair of rubber gloves. A shoulder length bleached blonde wig, in soft curls. A small box containing false fingernails, a tube of the sealant, silver hoop earrings at least an inch in diameter, a small black butt plug, a thick leather collar with spikes on it, a pair of silicon type falsies, and what looked to be a condom. I knew better. At the bottom of the bag I found two boxes, the kind clothes come in. In the first was a pair of crotchless black leather panties, a pair of elbow length leather gloves, and a lightly boned leather and satin corset with half-cup bra support. In the other box was a black leather mini-dress that would probably just cover my rear end, stockings, and calf-high black leather boots with what looked to be at least five-inch heels. The panties, corset, gloves, and boots all had a semi-shiny material on the inside that I could only presume to be VRSKIN; The catalog from the week before had confirmed my guess at a name for the stuff. The directions for dressing were slightly different. I was too enter my code after putting on each item, and to do so in a specific order. As I looked at the items I resigned myself to my fate. One last night of their kinky weirdness and I would have my life back. I squeezed some of the lubricant into my hand and began rubbing it over my entire body. Tara's instructions from that first nightechoed through my head as I massaged the goop into my hair. Finished, I put on the pair of rubber gloves and clicked my code into the controller. 30 seconds and counting. I stimulated myself into a hearty erection, not difficult when you consider it was nearly erect just from seeing the clothing, then began to roll the condom object on, wondering what they were going to do to my cock this time. The controller began to hum, then let out a BEEP. Immediately I felt a tingling sensation as my cock expanded and elongated to its new size. An inch and a half thick and eight inches long. Better not get a full erection with that dress on. I hit the enter button again. The panties slid up my legs and over my cock and balls, which I pulled through the hole in front. There was also a hole over my asshole, which would be filled in a minute. I held the falsies up to my chest, making sure to center my nipples in the little indentations, then waited for the controller to catch up. After a few seconds I heard the hum and BEEP, and my breasts expanded to a nice b-cup size. I marveled at the sensations my breasts were giving me and almost forgot about the controller. I picked up the corset and wrapped it around me. Instead of the normal draw string arrangement, this one was split up the front. On one side were a multitude of little arrow shapes, and on the other a series of matching holes. I got the idea and started to snap the arrows into place, leaving no trace of a seam on the corset anywhere. Hanging from the back of the corset was a long strap. I lubricated the butt plug, ran the strap through the slot on the bottom, and pushed it through the hole in the panties and into my anus. From that point the strap split into two parts which came up on either side of my cock and locked in place at the bottom of the corset using the same arrow and hole connectors. The stockings were next, and also connected to the corset at thirty-six different points around my leg, effectively making the corset one with the stockings. The boots were a little awkward to put on, and again were closed with the arrow connectors. I was really apprehensive about the mask. I didn't see any breathing holes and couldn't figure out what it was for, but mine was not to wonder why. I covered my face in the goop and pheld my breathe as I pressed the mask to my face. I heard the remote hum and beep, but the mask came off in my hands, and I was a little confused. I positioned the wig on my head hit the enter button again. In a moment I had long curly blonde hair. The rubber gloves came off. The bright red nails were just as easy to put on, but I couldn't figure out why I needed nails when I would be wearing gloves until I put the gloves on. When my fingers reached the ends of the tips the nails passed through, making it look as if the gloves had nails. With the prosthetics taken care of, I began to calm down a little. The collar was the last bit before the dress. It was snug but not uncomfortable, and again connected with the arrows to make a seamless circle. I sat down on the edge of the bed when I heard the controller begin to hum again. Frantically I looked through the bag to see if I had missed anything. Nothing there. BEEP. The corset contracted a little, forcing the breath from my lungs, and the gloves, boots, and collar all became skin tight. A strange kneeding and twisting sensation started on my nipples. Not my idea of comfort, but I could live with it. I grabbed the dress and pulled it up over my legs and rear, and quickly pushed my arms through and zipped it up. It was shorter than I thought, and amplified the small amount of cleavage that I had. I picked up the controller and my car keys and headed out. As I passed the bathroom, I stepped in for a peek. Before me stood a six-foot-eight (with heels) black leather bitch, bright red lipstick to match her nails and a slightly over-done make-up job. I knew now what the mask was for. If I looked real hard, I could discern traces of my own male self underneath. One last night of these indignities, I kept telling myself. One last night. I headed down stairs, and got into my car. I started to panic when I first heard it. Hummm - BEEP, and several things happened at once. The corset contracted again and the boning stiffened, forcing me into an upright position as it pushed the breath from my lungs, while the strap holding the now larger butt plug tightened, driving it further into my ass. My breasts enlarged to a c-cup, and the half-inch nipples, which now alternated between gently caressed and pinched hard, strained to break through the dress. Even my cock was thickening as it got longer. I got the car started and pulled out of the driveway. When the next BEEP came I was almost to the house. My chest went past a d-cup, and the corset had pulled even tighter, driving the now dildo sized plug even deeper. My normal thirty- two inch waist line must have been down to at least twenty-seven, and the tip of the foot long cock bulging the front and dangling out of the bottom of the dress was aching to be caressed. The toes of my boots had bent downwards so that I might walk tippy-toed on the six inch heels. I grabbed the controller and my car keys and rushed as well as I could to the house. Being extra top heavy and trying to walk in those boots wasn't easy, but I knew I couldn't have taken the boots off now even if I had the time or the will. The door to the basement opened before me and I stumbled into the darkness. "Stand where you are, slut. I wasn't finished with you last time, and I had to pay for a second chance. Now you're the one who's going to pay." When the voice came out of the darkness, I knew I was in deeper trouble than I had suspected. It was heavy and electronic and came from all around me, probably from hidden speakers: a woman's voice mutated through high-tech means. My hands reached out in front blindly hoping to touch something that might keep me from falling, but met with nothing. A blue light started to fill the chamber, and I saw around me the makings of a medieval torture chamber warped into somebody's living quarters. The walls were covered in floor to ceiling mirrors. On the wall to my left was a huge wardrobe, both doors shut. The wall to my right had a large x-frame rack, currently empty. But the oddest thing was directly across from me; a wrought iron-framed king size bed on which sat the evening's mistress. She was dressed similarly to me; high-heeled boots, stockings, corset, and gloves, but all done in a matching zebra stripe skin pattern. Her head was encased in a mask, also in zebra stripes, which covered her mouth and eyes with a metallic screen giving her a very alien bug look, and her long blonde hair streamed out of a topknot hole in the back. What really blew my mind was her body; if it were real (which I doubted) she had d-cup breasts that defied gravity and a waist and hips that I had only dreamed about. Whoever had done the research on my libido had hit the bulls-eye on this one, and my cock sprang to a rock hardness. I wondered if she were still upset about last week's disruption at the fashion show. The blue light gradually got stronger as she got up off the bed. "So, the Art Critic likes wearing leather and has a horse dick," the voice said, it's metallic neutrality already getting on my nerves,"which is good, because I like a man who is hung like a horse. Or should I say a woman who is hung the way a man should be. Maybe I shouldn't remind you of your little escapade as a horse, though, and get on with business. You've had some fun these past weeks, and this will be your last night in this program, so I'll have to make worth the price." "Worth the pr...?" The words came out of my mouth, but the voice wasn't mine. It was higher and yet huskier. Definitely not mine. More like a woman's. "That would be the collar. Nice effect, eh?" She lifted a remote, similar to mine. "Let's see. Eleven inches of cock. Check. Forty double-D tits. Check. Silkskin dildo buttplug, six inches. Check. I always wanted a she-male lover, and now I have one made to order. If your any good I'll keep you for myself. Would you like that? "Put down your things, and come over here." I did as she said, and moved to the center of the room. She pressed a few buttons on her remote, and the floor in front of me opened up. A black leather covered tumbling horse, seven feet long, rose out of the floor and locked in place. On top were to little chains with clips on the end, and from either end were straps with web type restraints attached. "Put the clips on." I reached down and picked up one of the clips. The chain was not connected to the other clip, but instead went into a hole in the horse. I pulled pown the front of my dress and attached the clip to my nipple, and pain shot through my body. I then attached the other one. "Put the manacles on." I wrapped the retraints on and fixed them in place, and she pressed another button. Immediately the straps retracted into the ends of the horse, pulling my arms apart and forcing me to my knees. The chains retracted into the horse, forcing my chest even further into the horse. In a few seconds I went from standing free to kissing the leather in front of me. The zebra-bug-woman walked around behind me, the clicking of her heels echoing through the chamber. "Have you enjoyed your little escapades, Mr. O'Neill? Do you like the clothes, the women, your big dick? Have you enjoyed the kinky fucks every week while your wife lives in ignorance? If you were my husband, you wouldn't have to go to work. We would fuck and suck all day long. You could be my little sex slave, and I would punish you when you were bad, pleasure you when you were good. Maybe you like being a bad boy. Well Mr. O'Neill, bad boys get spanked. Would you like to be spanked?" She pulled the dress up to my hips, exposing my dildo filled ass, and began to hit my ass cheeks with her opened hand. As she spanked, she again asked me, " Have you liked you little escapades?" I knew the game, and how to answer. "Yes, Mistress." "Are you a bad boy?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you like being a horse-dicked she-male sex-slut pussy-whipped slave?" "Yes, Mistress." Utter defeat could be heard in my voice. Even so, I almost laughed at the fact that she could say that last sentence without getting toungue-tied. After about thirty smacks, none of which caused me any real discomfort, she walked around in front of me again. "Not much of a reaction from you. Maybe your punishment should be a little more severe." She pressed another button on her remote, and two of the mirrors opened up, one on either side of the room. From the opening on my left stepped a female dressed head to toe in a VRskin body suit, black in color at her feet but fading to white at her head. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled through a hole in the top of the mask covering her head. Mirrored sunglasses on a stretch strap were pulled tight over where her eyes should be. The only exposed flesh that I could see were a set of bright red lips. From the other side came a two similarly dressed females, only with dark brown hairr, and both made their way towards me, their unshod feet making no noise on the floor. They stopped in front of me, so that I might better see them, and then turned to face the zebra woman. "Mr. O'Neill, since you so enjoy fucks and sucks with women other than your wife, I've decided to give you a chance to experience our ultimate blow job. These are my three helpers for the night, and they will get the two of us ready." The dirty blonde padded over to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out a wooden box about a foot long. The leopard woman opened the box and took out a tube of the gel. Squeezing a gernerous portion into her hand and put the tube back into the box. All three received generous portions on their crotches, and one brunette had some smeared on her lips. What remained in her hand the zebra woman rubbed on her own crotch. The dirty blonde then took something from the box and with both hands pressed it to the zebra womans crotch, then the four turned to face me. I had a raging hard-on from watching these four walk around, but nearly lost it when I saw what was now attached to the zebra woman; eight inches of rock-hard zebra stripped cock pointed at me from across the room. Six inch black cocks protruded from the crotches of each of the brunettes. A sinister laugh began to fill my ears from the speakers around the room. "Well little girl, see what dressing like a leather slut gets you?" She motioned to the three woman with her, and they moved towards me. One brunette got down on all fours in front of me, and even though I couldn't see her because of the horse in front of me, I felt her gel-covered lips encase the head of my cock. The dirty blonde moved around me, lifted my ass into the air so that my legs were straight up and my body was hoizontal to the horse, and I felt her grab my hips as she ground her hips into the dildo in my ass. The other brunnette stood at the end of the horse. The laughter started again, and I saw her press a few buttons on the remote. As the humming started, I felt a mouth engulf my shaft until it was at the base, swallowing the entire eleven inches, while the blonde ground into my ass even harder. Beep. The cock on the zebra woman sprang to life, and from my genitals I started to get a very strange sensation. The dirty blonde was now evidently attached to the dildo in my ass and to me because of the straps running through it and around me, and began to fuck me with a slow rythym. The brunette was now a part of my cock, and it felt as if she were sucking and licking the entire length of my cock at once. After a minute or two of their separate attempts, they began to move in sync, one pushing my orgasm out from behind while the other tried to suck it out from the front. The prosthetic sheath on my cock was preventing my release. Zebra-woman walked towards me, the cock slapping obscenely against her legs making my fear rise. "Ask for it nicely, leather slut. Tell me you want to suck my cock. Suck it like you want your wife to suck yours if she could make your wet dreams come true. You be the wife, and worship this thick cock the way you've always wanted it done to you. Now, TELL ME YOU WANT TO SUCK MY COCK!" The mechanical voice reverberated throughout the room, it's echoes fading so the only sound was the grunts from my ass-fucker and the slurps from my cock-sucker. I knew I had lost. Whatever shred of dignity I might have had left after the past weeks faded. My voice came out high and womanly due to the collar. "I want to suck your cock." "No. Like your wife would say it, the way she does when you fantasize about her while jerking off. Like there is nothing else in the world that matters, just sucking cock, my little wife. Tell your husband his wife wants to suck his cock." She moved closer, the cock bobbing in front of my lips. Of all the women I had encountered in the past few weeks this was probably the craziest. I could here the hysteria in her voice. "Give me your thick cock. My husband. I want to be your wife, and I want to suck your cock. I want to suck it, to kiss it to experience it. I...I want it. I...I..." In a quick motion I bobbed forward, taking the phallus in my mouth, swirling my tounge over the glans, sucking as though I knew nothing else. I bobbed my head up and down, sucking all the while, doing to the zebra-woman what I wanted done to me. Her left hand came to rest on the back of my head, helping the movement of my mouth-stroking. Below and behind me, the other girls had worked my body into a frenzy. My whole body started to go numb, and I knew I was going to come regardless of the prosthetics. I heard the soft tap of the buttons as the woman behind me approached orgam. I looked up at the leopard woman, and could feel her evil smile even through the mask. "That's it baby. Yeah, suck it. Oh yeah." Her comments sounded like those in a bad porn movie. "Oh god, yes. Oh yeah baby, suck me. I'm gonna cum. Yes, suck me. Yes. Yes! YES!" The phallus in my mouth started to convulse, and she drove my head down further on the shaft. In what I can only call an exposion, the cock began to spurt cum down my throat, and as she backed up, it filled my now gagging mouth. "Swallow what you can, wifey. It took us the past six weeks to collect all this cum from you." She was laughing; I tried to swallow it all but couldn't, and zebra woman backed up another step, spurting cum on my face and in my hair. A minute later I felt the woman behind me shudder for a full two minutes, BEEP, and she was able to pull away from my ass. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled up, the straps holding my arms releasing from the horse. The brunette continued to pump my aching shaft. I couldn't take much more without passing out. Zebra-woman walked over to me, disconnected the clamps, and stood to my side. "Fondle her." I reached over to the dirty blonde's crotch and gripped it in my right hand, and began to squeeze and stroke it. "Now me." With my left hand I grabbed her cock, and proceded to do the same to her. A bright light flashed in my eyes, and the brunette below me sucked even harder. I exploded in her mouth as the light went off again, each spurt met with a flash. BEEP. With an audible pop her mouth came free from my shaft, and I collapsed to the floor, the three women standing over me. I was so dizzy I could hardly think. My flacid horse cock retracted as I lay there. The brunettes pulled me to a kneeling position, and wrapped my hands around their phalluses, and pushed them towards my face. Zebra woman was hard again. "Seems you haven't satisfied all of us yet. This time I want you to suck like you really mean it. And show them what a good hand job you can give." This time, my hands pumped away on the cocks to either side while I sucked on the one in front of me like some porn queen. In a few minutes I heard a muted beep as all three exploded; one filled my mouth while the other two showered my face in my own cum. "Lick them clean, you fucking whore." I did as I was told, a stobe light going off the entire time. "Now get my slut-wife out of here." The two brunnettes picked me up under my arms, and proceeded to carry me out of the dungeon. They uncerimoniously tossed me in my car and dropped the controller on the other seat, along with a handful of twenties. "That's for services rendered tonight. Better hurry, cum sucking bitch. Wifey should be home soon." My tires spun as I pulled out of the driveway. I nearly made it to the halfway point when I realized my gas tank was almost empty, even though I I had filled it yesterday. I pulled into the local mini-mart, hobbled my way to the cashier, and shoved one of the twenties at the gape-jawed clerk. "Fill it up." He stared wide-eyed at me, and slowly pulled in the twenty. I got out of there quick, and raced home. I pulled into my driveway, the toe-down ballet-style boots making the drive all but impossible. I clicked off the ignition and grabbed the controller. Best to get inside before I started to disrobe. I got out of the car and stumbled to the house. My aching feet and dildo filled ass made walking very difficult now. As I fumbled with the keys I saw headlights turn into the driveway. I rushed inside, grabbed the handrail and pulled myself upstairs. Once there, I moved to the master bathroom and locked the door. I turned on the shower and breathed a sigh of relief. Downstairs I heard my wife come in, then start to putter around. In the bathroom I was met with an unusual sight. The reflection in the mirror showed a leather-clad slut, dried cum around her mouth and in her hair and all over her face, make-up mussed, looking and smelling strongly of sex. Oh yeah: an eleven inch dick hanging out of the bottom of her dress. No wonder the clerk gave me such a strange look. I undid the dress, and did my best to get out of it, finally dropping it to the floor, but not before losing my balance and falling to the floor. The dress off, I picked up the controller and took a seat on the toilet, pushing the now familiar feeling dildo further into my sore ass. My huge cock started to spring to life again. "Honey? Is that you?" My wifes voice was close; the shower I had turned on had masked her approach. "Who..." My woman's voice cracked. I tried dropping it a few octaves, and it almost sounded normal. "Who else would it be, dear?" "I've got the most incredible news! I did it. I mean, we did it! The lottery! We hit for nearly twenty million! I tried getting you at the gym, but they said you weren't there. I called the realtor, and confirmed a buy on that house we were looking at and then went shopping and I bought some things and I hope you're not upset with me." I could hear the excitement in her voice as it all bubbled forth. Meanwhile, I was trying to get out of my predicament. I tapped the release code into the controller, and waited. BEEP. Immediately, the dildo in my ass started to vibrate, and my cock began to really harden. Wrong code! I tapped it in again, taking a little more time. BEEP. The corset shrunk again while my bust expanded, and the sudden change in weight distribution made me topple over. "First I got some new clothes and I got this picture you just have to see...Honey, did you fall? Are you okay? Honey, do you need help?" "No!" I had a hard time keeping my voice masculine. "I'll be out in a few minutes." "Imagine it! We'll never have to work again. We can lounge about our house, and do whatever we desire all day long!" My cock stood out a full eleven inches from my body, and my already sore ass was going numb from the vibrator inside. My nipples ached. "There is one thing I bought I really think you should know about." "What's that, dear?" The door kicked in, the latch splintering the wood as it swung wide. Before me stood the zebra woman, bug mask gone to reveal my wife's face beneath. In one hand she held a 3 foot by 4 foot framed and matted picture of me as a woman, my mouth wide open and filled with cum, a huge zebra cock shooting more cum on my face and in my hair. On either side of my head I gripped another dick, each shooting cum onto my face. "I bought new codes for your controller, wifey, when I renewed my membership. Bring that horse cock of yours out here where I can properly fuck it. We can watch some of your movies while you tell me how much you've enjoyed the past few weeks" Epilogue I lay on the silk sheets covering our master bed, staring up at my reflection in the mirror above me, my thick ten inch long cock dribbling cum into my bellybutton. My feet are locked in spike heeled boots which are in turn locked in the stocks which make up our bed's footboard. My hands are encased in leather mittens, and locked in the stocks that are our headboard. Around my twenty-six inch waist is a heavily boned leather corset which supports my double-D cup breasts, done in the zebra skin which denotes the clan my wife controls in the society. My bright red lips are wrapped around the rubber ball gag stuffed in my mouth. I can't remember when she last let me be just me. I can't remember what is actually me. My wife came over, dressed in a zebra stripped fur cat suit, and lifted my cock to her mouth. "I'm so glad you've accepted our new life. I missed my sorority sisters so much, and now we're all together again. I am sorry about the show; but you needed to be taught some humility. I was beginning to think you'd leave me for a life with the other girls." My shaft slid between her lips into her hot wet mouth, and she began to suck and lick. She paused, and looked me in the eyes. "Do you mind if I have some of my old friends over tonight, honey? Tara says she has some new ideas she wants to try out, and you are *so* accomodating. After all, I know how you like something a little kinkier than what we normally do. Then we could go over to the Twighlight Zone, and I could show off my new personal servant. No objections? I just knew you wouldn't mind." She turned on the vibrator in my ass and finished the blow job. -- +--------------' 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> /