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Subject: {ASSM} Debi's Tale - Chapter 38 (End)
Date: Thu,  7 Mar 2002 09:10:09 -0500
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Greetings, from the sordid data banks of Mister 
<Z> Hisself.  The following story is, as always, 
my property.  Read it.  Enjoy it.  Pass it 
around (if you feel the need).  But please DO 
NOT change the text.  It took me long enough to 
get it to this stage, and changing it will only 
tend to tick me off.

Also, as you're reading it, please.try to keep 
you're hands out of you're pants (or panties, 
should that apply).  Of course, you won't be 
able to, but at least try.  I dare you.

If you feel the urge to comment on the story, 
feel free to do so by sending your comments to 
leazott@earthlink.net and let me hear what you 
have to say.

All comments are welcome.naturally.

Ok then.  Here we go.  One More Time.

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Chapter 38 - Finale?

They maneuvered themselves to a kneeling 
position, one behind the other.  Brad and Mark 
fit together like two spoons, and soon Brad was 
pumping himself into Mark's ass while Mark moved 
back and forth to help his partner.  Brad took a 
moment to reach around and masturbate Mark's 
already hardening male meat for a few minutes 
while Mark just ground his ass hole onto the 
spike inside it.

Now it was Brad's turn to feel that special 
burning sensation steal its way to the opening 
of his prick.  Mark always had the knack of 
giving him a great cum session, and this time 
was no different.  He just froze where he was 
and said, "Use your hole now.  Slide it on me 
and drink my juice with your ass."

Mark reached behind him and grabbed Brad's hips 
and began to fuck his own ass.  Brad's prick was 
solid and easy to use.  He just slid forward 
then rammed his ass backwards onto it over and 
over again.  Pretty soon Brad took over again.  
He held onto Mark's hips and fucked him, looking 
for fireworks.

He blew his wad deep inside and continued to 
shake and shudder for an extended time.  The 
fireworks happened for both of them, and soon 
they were both lying together, kissing and 
fondling each other in gratitude.  Both of them 
were out of breath from the exertion.  Soon 
however, the action started again, only this 
time much slower and with a lot more passion.

After a short while, they lay together in the 
sixty-nine position, each lovingly sucking on 
the other's rigidness.  They tongued and sucked 
their penises until they both came and swallowed 
cum.  They had a rule where they would suck 
until they both came, even when one came before 
the other.  "I'll just suck your cock until you 
shoot in my mouth, then keep sucking until I 
shoot in yours."  That was it.

They did just that several times that night.  In 
the other room, back on that other world, Debi 
and melody couldn't do that.  They had been 
denied the liberty of licking the other's pussy, 
being nipple-locked together.  They didn't seem 
to mind it, however, and they simply kissed and 
fondled each other to sleep.  Both pair got very 
little sleep that evening.

Both pair, however, finally did get to sleep but 
got a little rest.  Very little.  At daybreak 
their dark-skinned Mistress came in and unlocked 
nipples, freeing them from bondage. The slaves 
were told to go shower and clean up their rooms.  
Debi found it kinky that they all had to shower 
and wash each other at the same time.  The 
shower stall was quite large...and fun.

They washed and shampooed each other with a lax 
freedom Debi had not expected.  Soon, cleaned, 
dried, and preened for the day, Frank's wife 
brought them together in the playroom they were 
all in the evening before.  Debi realized that 
Frank was out working for the day and that she 
would be under the control of her new Mistress.  
There she was, leaning back on some pillows 
thrown on the bed.  Nude.  Her color was not 
actually black, but a medium dark bronze.  She 
was lovely in all respects.

Debi learned a few things in the shower that 
morning.  First, she leaned that her new 
Mistress had a morning ritual where she would 
make love to all the slaves.  Then the slaves 
would wash her, massage her, take care of any 
toenail and fingernail polishing and finally 
dress her for whatever activities she had 
planned.  Then she would be fed.  Only after the 
Mistress of the home was serviced and had eaten, 
were the slaves allowed to eat.

The second thing she learned was that they were 
never allowed to call her by her real name, 
Jasmine, but were to always refer to her aloud 
as Mistress Raven.  It was always to be "Yes 
Mistress Raven", "No Mistress Raven", "I'd be 
honored to lick and suck your beautiful hard 
nipples for you, Mistress Raven", or even, 
"Please let me drink your cum juice, Mistress 
Raven."  Debi kept that in mind as she stood 
naked before this chocolate goddess.

This had been the very first time Debi had a 
clear picture of her current Mistress.  She was 
fairly tired last night, and never really had 
the opportunity to see her.  She was the 
unblemished picture of sexual attractiveness. 
The most beautifully desirable dark-skinned 
creature Debi had ever put eyes upon.  She was 
devastatingly handsome in all her features, with 
an hourglass figure with the sands in all the 
right places.

Mistress Raven was quite sexually appetizing, or 
as it is said, she looked good enough to eat.  
Debi found that she had goose bumps crawl up and 
down her skin as Mistress Raven looked at her 
nakedness.  She remembered last night as she ate 
the pussy thrust in her face, and actually found 
herself desiring another morsel.  She would do 
anything to get it.

So, as her pink nakedness covered only by her 
blonde hair and slave chains, stood before her 
new Mistress with her fellow sex slaves, good 
fortune smiled on her.  Mistress Raven, having 
casually examined all four nude slaves in the 
room, visually, stopped her scan directly on 
Debi's frame.  Calmly and with interest Mistress 
Raven feasted her self upon Debi's sexuality.

She summoned her with simple flick of her 
finger.  She approached her new owner and said 
"Yes, Mistress Raven?"  Jasmine smiled at her 
and the hair beneath her blonde ponytail stood 
up.  Her nipples got hard as she smiled back.  
"Come, lovely wench.  Lay your body atop mine 
and allow me the opportunity to study my newest 
acquisition."

"Yes, Mistress Raven."  Debi answered, and 
obediently walked to the bed, climbed up and 
over her Mistress' naked body, and laid down on 
her, belly to belly.  Her head rested between 
the firm pillows of two large, firm chestnut 
hued breasts topped with quarter-sized aureoles 
with pinkie-finger-sized nipples of pure 
mahogany.  Mistress Raven inspected Debi's body 
as only a Mistress could.

She poked, pulled and prodded all of Debi's 
personal spots, and Debi had to spread her 
thighs to allow her full access to each of her 
openings.  Her cunt was deeply probed and 
tasted, and her small pink clit ring was the 
last to be inspected.  It took quite a lot of 
tugging and pulling on it to satisfy her 
Mistress.  Then as she brazenly fondled Debi's 
full breasts, Jasmine said, "I very much liked 
the way you licked my slit clean last evening.  
I desire your lips again.  Make me cum."

Debi knew it wasn't a request.  It was a clear 
and very precise order for her to do a task, and 
she responded immediately with "I'm happy to be 
of service to your slit, Mistress Raven.   I am 
honored that you have allowed me that pleasure."  
Then she simply got to her knees and her 
Mistress spread her thighs wide, giving Debi 
full access to her moist and sensitive place.

Debi leaned in and licked the burnished bronze 
cunt slit from bottom near her rectum to top at 
her short-haired, fur-covered mound and rubbery 
clitoris, taking in its rich feminine aroma as 
she did so.  She repeated this act several 
times, slowly increasing the pressure of her 
tongue, until on the last stroke she was fairly 
lapping her Mistress' length with the great 
friction and full width of her tongue.

Mistress Raven sighed with pleasure and then 
Debi began a silent but thorough assault on the 
semi-exposed clit bud.  At first she simply used 
her lips to press the clit between them, then 
she lightly nipped at it with her teeth.  
Following that, her teeth held the clit tight 
and her tongue tip flicked at the tip of it, 
sending shivers of delight through her Mistress.

Jasmine was already floating in heaven at Debi's 
sensual attack of her most private flesh.  Debi 
enhanced the effect even more by pulling the 
pussy lips apart and fully exposing the tender 
pink bud.  With a soft sucking and nibbling 
action she paid the kindest homage to her 
Mistress.  She made it her personal quest to see 
to it that this woman was pleased and sexually 
satisfied.

Jasmine was squirming under Debi's talented 
lips.  She said "Young lady, you're not only 
quite pretty, but you are a born clit eater.  I 
don't know where you got your cunt eating 
talent, but you do know how to make it quiver.  
There.  Right there.  Yes.  Bite that hard and 
then flick it with your sexy little tongue some 
more.  Yes.  Very nice.  Mmm, that's a precious 
gift you have.  Now suck on it nice.  Yes.  
That's it.  Suck hard!"

Debi did exactly as she was instructed and 
blushed red under the praise of her Mistress.  
Debi thought about what she was doing and 
discovered that she was probably enjoying 
herself more than her Mistress.  She ate the 
cunt placed before her as though it were her 
own.  She wanted to please this pussy as she 
would have a slave please her own.  She knew 
what she liked and she definitely loved the 
taste of this new pussy.  She wanted all she 
could get.

Jasmine said "Ok, it's time for you to stop 
playing and eat my whole pussy.  Just put your 
face in there like this (she grabbed Debi's head 
and mashed it full into her wet pussy), and bump 
my clit with your nose.  Good girl!  Yes! That's 
the way I like it.  Stick your face in there and 
get the juice all over yourself.  Oh my!  Good 
girl!  Yes!  Oh yes, stick your tongue way 
inside and lick it all clean.  Goodness!  Oh my!  
I think I'm going to cum in your face!"

With thighs spread as wide as they would go, 
Jasmine pulled Debi's head in and mashed it 
against her pussy as she started to shake hard 
and climax directly unto Debi's face.  Debi 
tasted a new musky flavor in her Mistress' pussy 
and knew it was her cum.  It actually tasted 
quite sweet.  It was delicious and Debi sucked 
it all in, lapping up and drinking all the 
wetness she could find in Jasmine's cunt.

As Jasmine's erotic orgasm slid away into 
memory, she said "Young lady.  You are one 
talented piece of flesh.  I'd love to keep you 
on a permanent basis just so you could be here 
to service my cunt.  That was scrumptious!  
However, I'll wager I could get a pretty penny 
for you.  I have knowledge of a man who would 
pay handsomely for you.  "I must speak to your 
owner and see if he is willing to sell you."

Debi knew she didn't want to be sold.  She was 
happy where she was.  She also knew that she had 
given herself to be a sex slave for whoever 
owned her, and that she had no real choice in 
the say of these matters except to stop being a 
slave.  She didn't want that either.  The other 
slaves had been watching her perform for her 
Mistress, and upon mention of this other man, 
they listened more intently.

Jasmine said, "His name is Marcus, and he has a 
small horde of personal slaves.  In fact, they 
are some of the best performing slaves anywhere.  
You would be proud to be owned by him.  He will 
teach you the real essence of being slave 
property to be used at will."

Debi didn't know what to say, so she wisely kept 
silent, lest she get into trouble for speaking 
out of turn.  Jasmine said, "In fact, I think I 
will speak with your Master this afternoon.  For 
now, I want you to go to your bed and smell the 
odor of my cunt on your face while I see to my 
other slaves.  Do not wash your face."

Debi left and went back to the bed.  It was 
almost two hours later when Mistress Raven came 
in the room.  She said, "I have spoken with your 
owner, but he will not make any decisions until 
I speak to him personally.  Come, bring your 
face here."  Debi came closer and watched as 
Jasmine reached between her own legs, swiped her 
cunt with her hand and wiped it across Debi's 
nose and mouth.

She said, "That is the smell of a slave.  It is 
an odor that you have learned to appreciate.  
That's why I want to introduce your owner to 
Marcus.  You are well along on the way to sexual 
servitude my sweet cunt."  Debi now smelled her 
pussy juice and male sperm on her face. She 
imagined that the other slaves had all fucked 
her Mistress and left their cum inside her cunt.

She was then told to clean her Mistress' pussy 
from all the fucking she had just had.  Debi 
obediently licked the cunt free of juice and 
spent jism, and at the same time gave her 
Mistress another mind-blowing orgasm.

Making sure Debi's face was covered with the 
remaining cunt moisture, Jasmine stood up and 
said, "Follow me."  Debi arose and followed her 
Mistress into her bath and helped Jasmine get 
cleaned up.  Then she helped her get dressed.  
Incredibly, Jasmine then clipped her slave leash 
onto her three rings and led her naked outdoors 
and into the front seat of a van.  Debi rode in 
silence as she was driven off, naked, except her 
chains.

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I saw the van pull up into the driveway of 
Debi's house, and was astonished to see Debi 
being led up her own walkway in chains, by her 
leash, and as naked as she could be to the 
neighborhood and to the world.  She was being 
led by her nipples and clit chain (damn that 
made her look so sexy!), by Jasmine.

They came into the house, and Jasmine handed me 
her leash.  I told Debi to go into the bedroom 
and not to disturb us until I called her.  She 
said "Yes, Master" and left.

Jasmine then looked at me and said, "Where in 
the world did you ever find this girl?"  I said, 
"I only met her a few weeks ago.  She expressed 
a certain desire, so I took her up on it.  I 
hear you want to sell her to someone.  She's not 
for sale."

"Not for sale?  Maybe I didn't make myself clear 
on the phone.  There is a man.  His name is 
Marcus.  His last name is not important at the 
moment.  He is very wealth and quite handsome if 
I do say so.  Anyway, the point is, I've known 
him for several years.  He's very rich, and he's 
in the market for some additions to his ... well 
... his horde of slaves.  I've seen the ones he 
has now, and I can tell you first-hand that they 
are the most talented sluts you've ever had a 
pecker in.

"He's looking for only the best and most 
talented pieces he can accumulate.  He's fair, 
honest, and I personally guarantee he will never 
permanently harm a hair on any slave he owns.  I 
know this man on a personal level.  I also know 
that Debi can bring in a lot of money for you, 
should you decide to sell.  I'm talking six 
digits."

I said "I'm not in the market to sell, and Debi 
needs a lot of training before she can even be 
introduced to a man like that.  I will not sell 
Debi to anyone unless I ask her and she gives 
the ok."

Jasmine said, haughtily, "Do you mean to say you 
would give the slave the right to choose whether 
they are to be sold or not, and to whom they are 
to be sold?"

"Of course.  As the commercial says, 'Anything 
else would be uncivilized.'"

"Listen...this guy will give you six figures for 
her.  Easy.  Without batting an eyelash.  Let me 
ask him to come over and let him see her for 
himself."

I said, "Look, this is a free country.  Even as 
a slave, I will allow her the opportunity to 
make that choice.  You may do whatever you like.  
I say I will not sell her.  If she wants to go 
with this guy, that's her choice, not mine...and 
most certainly not yours."

"Hmm," she said, with a sneaky smile on her 
face, "What would it take to convince you 
otherwise?  What could I do to persuade you to 
sell this wench?"

I said "You could fuck me until my balls turned 
blue and you could give me head until I filled 
your stomach with cum and fainted.  I'd still 
say she wasn't for sale.  I cannot sell what I 
do not own.  Debi is my sex slave in name only.  
It is an agreement made between her and me.  If 
she wants to go, that is her business.  On the 
other hand, why don't we just go in the bedroom 
and at least let you try to convince me."

She laughed, as I knew she would, and told me I 
was foolish to pass up a sure thing.  I told her 
that I already had a sure thing in Debi, and 
certainly wouldn't want to pass it to anyone 
else for money.  We bickered about Debi for a 
while more, and she said she was ready to leave.  
I told her that I thought Debi would be better 
off by staying with me, and she got upset.

She said that her forty-eight hours wasn't up 
yet, and I said that it was.  She was miffed, 
but I really didn't care.  If I had let her take 
Debi away at that point, I'm sure I would have 
never seen her again.  Jasmine tried to ply me 
with sex again, even to the point of opening her 
blouse and letting me have another peek at 
breasts as lovely as I have ever seen.  She 
wrapped her arms around me and crushed her chest 
against mine, and actually thought I would fold.  
Damn!  She had lovely tits.

It didn't phase me, however, but I was a little 
sad that I wouldn't be getting my prick wet 
inside her pussy.  I sighed as she stood up and 
stormed out the door.  I watched her tight ass 
swinging away as she walked towards her truck, 
and wished I had handled it different.  At least 
I could have got laid before I told her no.  
Damn.  Missed that one.  Pity.  She was a choice 
woman.

In truth, I secretly wondered what it would be 
like owning her.  Then I called Debi out and 
told her what had happened.  She kissed me and 
thanked me for not selling her.  She did say 
that she might be interested, should the 
occasion arise.  That's when I told her it was 
time for me to leave.  After all, I had another 
life.

She cried a lot over the three days we had left 
together.  She cried every time she thought of 
me leaving.  It was sweet, but I had no other 
choice.  I thought about taking her with me, and 
even mentioned it, but she chose to stay behind 
and contact some of the other couples in the 
group.

I called them all, one after the other, and 
explained to them that Debi's slavehood was 
unique.  She must have full control over her 
actions and nobody was allowed to take advantage 
of that.  They all agreed to watch over her, 
even Wanda, and not allow Jasmine to have her 
again.

The others also knew about this Marcus person, 
and they all had nothing but good words to say 
about him.  I learned that he actually trained 
slaves and trained them well.  He was strict, 
but not overbearing like Wanda tended to be at 
times.  Perhaps Debi would enjoy it there with 
him, but it would be her choice, and that was 
that.

On the day I packed up to leave, I had a last 
moment alone with Debi, and I handed her a 
paper.  It had three things on it.  My phone 
number, in case she just wanted to talk.  My 
beeper number in case she wasn't allowed to talk 
but could contact me, in which case I would call 
and ask for her.  And finally, information about 
Marcus, including his phone number.

Just as I turned to leave, she handed me 
something.  A thick envelope.  She asked me not 
to open it until I got home.  We had spent the 
last few days saying good-bye to each other, so 
with one last kiss, I turned and got into the 
car.  I drove rapidly away and watched her 
silhouette grow smaller and smaller in the 
rearview mirror.

I returned the car to my sister and said my 
good-bye's there.  Of course, I thanked her for 
a remarkably memorable vacation.  A car honked a 
horn outside, and I saw that it was my taxi to 
the airport.  I was silent in the taxi on the 
ride to the airport and in the plane on the 
flight back home.  I could not and would not 
erase the image of Debi from my mind.

She was special, and always would be a special 
part of my life.  This being said, it took me 
almost two months to get my mind back on 
business at home.  I dream of her often, and 
keep in touch with her on a fairly regular 
basis.  You see, I had no choice.

When I got home, I opened the envelope, and in 
it I found a set of house keys taped to the deed 
to her house and property.  She had signed them 
completely over to me.  I was stunned until I 
found a small note.

What it said, in part, was "Please take care of 
things for me while I take care of life's 
adventures.  I may not be able to get back when 
I want.  Make sure all the bills are paid.  I 
have forwarded all my bills to your address so 
that nothing gets left out.  There is enough 
money in a forthcoming letter for you to handle 
these things, plus a bit more.  My parents left 
me enough to get by for the rest of my life.  
Please help me?"

A few days later the money arrived.  Very nice.  
I called Debi and told her that I would handle 
things while she took care of her immediate 
journey in life.  We settled the details, and I 
have kept in touch with her, on and off, so to 
speak, since then.

So.  Do I have any words of wisdom for you, 
gentle reader?  Well, yes, I suppose.  One of 
the things I found out early on in this 
adventure is that you can never tell how someone 
will respond if you just go up to them and say, 
"When are you going to take me home and rape 
me?"  But, don't blame me if you get slapped.  
It's all in the way you ask, I guess...isn't it?

P. S.  The tale is far from over. When I find 
some time, I'll jot it down and let you all know 
about "The Horde".

fin

Debi's Tale - Adult Sexual Fiction

Mister <Z> Hisself

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