Message-ID: <7977eli$9804171610@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: gyrich@aol.com (Gyrich) Subject: Slave Nation-p1,ch1 (femdom,sodomy) 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: <1998041704122600.AAA18002@ladder03.news.aol.com> THIS STORY IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 OR IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE, READ NO FURTHER. On a lighter note, this is my first story. I would really like to know what you think of it, and also if you think I should have done things differently. Send comments to Gyrich@aol.com. Thanks in advance. Slave Nation - part one, chapter one Mistress Brittanie waited patiently in one of complex 1A's many dungeon rooms. She sat comfortably in an ornate, grand chair suitable for her position as Mistress of Justice. Hans, her personal drone, entered the room with slave Jason, who was securely leashed and nude, yet never crawled, as most other slaves did. "On your knees! Now!" barked Mistress Brittanie. In a dull, sarcastic voice, Jason responded "Yes, mistress," and slowly descended to his knees. With a scowl on her face, Mistress Brittanie slowly stood up. She strode over towards Jason and stopped right in front of him, resting in a contra posta pose. For this night she wore a red and black corset sans bra with four clamps on each leg to suspend her smooth black stockings. Her black stilettoes added a little to her 5'3" height. and her dirty blond hair cascaded down her milky breasts. One reason she loved "playing" with Jason was because of his large frame. At 5'11" and a stocky, yet muscular, 220 lb. body the practice of dominating duch a brute turned her on like nothing else. "I want my soes to shine, slave. Lick." "Of course, 'mistress'." As soon as Jason had uttered the last sound, Brittanie's right shoe came crashing into his face. "I am sick of your tone of voice! We are all at our wits' end with your defiance! You will show us respect." "As you wish," he replied in a dull, soulless voice, devoid of any sarcasm. He knelt over Brittanie's left shoe and began to lick. He was quite the enigma. As rude as he was, Jason really did seem to enjoy this. His tongue smeared the stiletto. The saliva began to flow, forming a visible shine on the shoe. Brittanie really wanted to beat the crap out of this shitstain, but Julie, Mistress of Punishment, had left many serious bruises and lacerations on him after the toad required a "lesson" two nights ago. Complex 1A housed the most important women in the Republic, and they shared the slaves like close sisters would share clothing. When Jason was done her left shoe shined like a new car, and he moved to her right foot. "Damn, he's good at this," she thought to herself. He gently gripped her ankle with his left hand, and her lower calf with his right, then promptly began to lick her shoe with firm yet wet strokes from his tongue. Once Jason had completed that task, Brittanie grabbed him by the hair and led him to a table in the back of the room. She kept her hand low so that the little worm had to crawl. She snapped at Hans and he sprinted to the table, grabbing the slave and dumping him on the table. He proceeded to attach Jason's hands to the table. His feet were attached to cuffs suspended from the ceiling. While Hans was occupied with this, Brittanie was securing a dildo to her torso and lubing it up. "Be gentle," said Jason, with that sarcastic tint back in his voice. After hearing this, Brittanie, without missing a beat, grabbed a towel and wiped off the lubricant as best she could. She leapt onto the table and postioned her surrogate penis right in front of Jason's anus. "You don't know how much I'm going to enjoy this," she spat at the slave. She slowly guided the head of the dildo past his entrance. That action was gentle compared to the torture that followed. She fucked him like she was born a man, in and out, in and out, no passion, just animalistic fucking. Within 20 seconds Jason's screams were so loud that they filled the compound's dungeons. Brittanie even began sounding like a man, spitting out phrases like "yeah baby." and "you like this, dont you, bitch?" Judging by his screams, Jason didn't. As always, Hans stood by silently amongst the shrieks of agony. Hans was a simple drone, one of the most unfortunate of men in this matriarchal society. As defiant as he was, Jason never outright disobeyed an order or attempted to strike back, as Hans once did. The perpetrator of such a crime is sent to an advanced concentration camp, in which the convict is subjected to months of intense brainwashing and hypnosis. Like Hans, they always turn out like vegetables, one step away from being lobotomized. Drones make up the police and army of the state, as well as assisants to the ladies. As a mistress' personal assistant, Hans carried a 9mm pistol and a rubber truncheon on him at all times. After about six or seven minutes, Brittanie decided to conclude Jason's rape. After removing the dildo, she matter-of-factly said "I think a thank you is in order." "I'm sure you do," was his response. "We'll get rid of that stubborn-streak someday, slave. At any rate, it's my turn now." With that, Brittanie leapt onto the table once more and sat right on top of Jason's face. "Fuck me with that big mouth of yours. Do it!" If Jason was good at licking shoes, he was the best at eating pussy, a fact which kept him from being seriously injured on many occasions. As his mouth sucked and slurped at her pussy, Jason's tongue snaked in and out of Brittanie's vagina. After ten minutes of this, it was Brittanie's turn to scream. Once the massive orgasm was over, the room smelled of her fragrant juices. She waltzed over to her chair and lit up a ciggarette. Once she finished she walked back over to the table and ordered Hans to remove the bonds. "Do you realize what sort of pleasure awaits you if you should submit, accept us as your masters?" "You'd leave the lubrication on?" he said, rolling his eyes. In one fluid motion Brittanie snatched the truncheon off of Hans' belt and whacked the flippant slave right on his collarbone as hard as she could. "Do you ever learn?!?" Another blow landed square on his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He rolled off of the table and his body lay limp on the floor, stomach down. "I hate you!!" WHAK! The truncheon hit him right on the ass, breaking skin and drawing blood. "I never want to see this dog's face again!" she screamed. "Drag him back to his pen." After cuffing the man's legs together and his hands behind his back, Hans grabbed the ankle-cuffs' links and began to drag Jason back to his cage. "One more thing," Brittanie ordered. "As usual, tell the pen guards that this man is not to masturbate." Hearing this through the haze of pain, Jason tried to remember the last time he was allowed to jerk-off. It was a long, long time ago. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |