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[killer_pussy]

She then goes to the door of the doctor's office and says,
"She's ready for you now doctor." The doctor enters after a
moment and looks down at your naked body. You are so hot, you
can't help your hips moving a little bit. The doctor moves to a
drawer and takes out two strange looking devices that look like
large paper clips. "My job is to prepare you.", says the doctor.
He takes the two clips and attaches one to each nipple already
hard with excitement. They pinch the nipples feeling almost
exactly like the pinching of your nipples by the doctor a several
minutes before. He then sits down between your legs. He pulls
gently at your pubic hair and says, "This will have to go, but
not this time." You hear him putting on his gloves and then a
moment later you feel his fingers at the lips of your pussy. The
touch is electric. You let out a little moan and your hips jump
at the touch. The doctor then slides two fingers deep into your
pussy while the thumb of his other hand touches your clitoris.
He keeps moving those fingers back and forth and every time you
feel about to come he stops. After several minutes of this, he
pulls away. You are aware of the heat from each nipple still
entrapped in the clips. Now a well lubricated finger slides
slowly into your bottom. He moves it in and out. You can't help
gasping when he goes particularly deep. After another couple of
moments he stands up. He looks at you and smiles, "I think an
enema is in order here." You feel a blush hit your face. You
have never had an enema but what you know of them doesn't seem
pleasant. The doctor removes the nipple clips and leaves the
room.

You feel your own juices seeping down your bottom. After a
couple of minutes, the door opens again and a boy perhaps 17 or
18 years old walks in wearing a white lab coat. He looks at you
and immediately blushes, "I'm here to give you your treatment.",
he mumbles and moves to the end of the table. You watch him fill
a large red rubber bag with water and place it on the hook of a
stand. You are mortified to think that this young boy is looking
at your naked body stretched out on the table and that there is
nothing you can do about it. You turn your head away from him. A
moment later you feel the thin finger of the boy lubricating your
bottom again. He continues for a while and then stops. You feel
the end of the rather thick enema nozzle pushing into your ass.
The nozzle is pushed into you until a good seven inches is lodged
in your behind. You see the boy reach up to the knob and then
you feel the warm water slowly entering your bowels. This
continues until you have had the full quart of water and your
stomach has slowly expanded to allow it.

During these few minutes, the boy has not been idle. He has
continued to move the nozzle slowly in and out, twisting it back
and forth. The nerves in your bottom are tingling. Finally the
container is empty. As the nozzle is removed a plug about 3
inches long and 1 inch thick is pushed into place. "This will
keep it in.", says the boy as he leaves the room. You stomach is
tight with the pressure of the water. Fortunately you don't have
to wait long before the nurse and doctor return. They remove
your restraints and with one of them on either side of you, you
are led, totally naked, out of the room to the washroom down the
hallway. With great relief you feel the plug removed and the
water expelled.

After cleaning up, the nurse attaches your wrists behind
your back and leads you back into the doctor's office. The men
are still there and they eye you appreciatively as you are
brought to the side of the room. A rope dangles from a hook in
the ceiling and the nurse quickly attaches your hands to it. You
are now standing facing the four men.

As the doctor describes the events of the past half-hour,
you feel your face blush and you feel the eyes of the men
examining you piece by piece. When the doctor is finished
describing your 'preparation', the men begin to comment on your
body, "The breasts are firm.", says one, "What was the
sensitivity of the nipples?". The doctor says, "They responded
well to hard pinching and she started to get wet as soon as the
clamps were attached." Another asks how tight your ass was.
"Wonderful", says the doctor, "I think she might like it better
there than in her pussy." "Her pubic hair should be shaved.",
says the third man. "Yes,", says the doctor, "but we agreed that
we wouldn't do that on the first session."

The doctor comes over to you and turns you around so you are
facing the wall. The men comment on the shape and firmness of
your bottom. Your ankles are now fastened to hooks in the floor
so they are about two and a-half feet apart. Your nipples just
touch the wall in front of you. It feels strange to feel the
cool wall touching them. You feel the lips of your pussy being
held apart as a small dildo is inserted there. As soon as it has
been inserted to its fullest, someone turns it on and it begins
to vibrate. You are unable to contain a moan as you body starts
to squirm. As you turn your head to the side, you see one of the
men holding a wide leather strap. It looks like a two inch brown
belt without a buckle.

Without further ado, he swings it down on our bottom. You
feel a hot sharp pain and then another as he strikes again. He
gives you six more and your bottom is feeling very warm. You are
not in pain, but the heat of the spanking is traveling right
through your body. The vibrator is removed and you are taken
down from the wall and placed bent over the desk. Your hands are
attached to the sides and your ankles are spread wide apart. The
doctor moves around to in front of you and unzips himself. You
see his hard dick approaching your mouth and you eagerly open
your mouth to accept it. Meanwhile, a large cock is slowly
pushing itself into your hot, wet pussy. As both men begin to
fuck you simultaneously, you surrender yourself totally to the
sensations. It is not long before the man at your pussy comes and
is replaced by the next. The doctor withdraws from your mouth
and comes.

You stick out your tongue to catch a few drops. The man
behind you has begun lubricating your bottom and you are sure you
know why. While everyone watches, one of the men slowly sticks
his cock into your ass and begins pumping with full strokes. You
moan uncontrollably and a minute later you feel his come shooting
into you. This final sensation is too much for your
over-extended nerves and you finally come and continue your
orgasm for a couple of minutes.

When you are done, the men remove your bonds. They have you
stand, facing them once more. One of them stands up. He looks
directly at you and says, "These are the rules by which you will
abide from now on: First, you are no longer permitted to wear a
bra or panties at any time. Second, your clothes must be such
that access to your body is always permitted. Third, you will
obey the instructions of anyone in this group. Forth, you will
visit here at least once per month to continue your training. Do
you agree to all of these conditions?" You can't believe it is
your voice that you hear saying "Yes, sir."

I stand up and say "Follow me." and then walk out of the
room. You follow quietly. We walk down the hallway and through
the empty waiting room. I open the door and you follow me,
naked, into the corridor. All the way back to the office where
you clothes are you are amazed that you make no attempt to cover
yourself.

When we enter the examining room where it all started, I
say, "Get up on the table." You do so and without my asking, put
your feet in the stirrups and stretch your hands above your head.
I look at you for a long moment and then I say, "You were very
hot tonight." Dropping my pants, I enter you slowly and together
we come to another mind-blowing orgasm.

[killer_pussy]

The doctor's office was plain, the walls decorated with
just a few framed diplomas. The psychiatrist/bitch sat
behind the desk looking at me, an opened notepad on her
lap.

"So you want me to tell you all about it," I said. She
just looked at me. "Ok, here goes..." and I began my
story:

"They brought her in at a quarter to four in the
morning. The ER was empty, for some reason the city
had been pretty quiet that evening. Well, except for
the woman that they brought in that night.

She was lying on a gurney wearing a white ambulance
smock. They said she was a rape victim and asked if
this was the correct place or if they should take her
upstairs. I didn't recognize the orderlies but told
them it was, she would be fixed up and sent on. And
they left.

I looked at the girl. Young. I picked up her chart and
flipped the pages to the detail analysis. Raped in one
of our many "safe" public parks and beat up to boot.
Raped by at least three guys. What the hell was she
doing out in the park at that late hour? I looked down
at her. She was staring blankly at the ceiling, her
lips slightly parted. Her face was lightly bruised but
there were heavier bruises on her neck. Yeah, they got
her good, I thought to myself.

'Ok, let's take a look at the damage,' I thought, and
untied the ambulance smock and pulled it apart. She was
a cutie alright. A little over five feet tall, with
very light, almost blondish brown hair. Her tits were
fully developed too, nicely round with dark pink
nipples. The nipple tips where small, I could tell
that they had never sucked on by a child. They also
had bruises, especially the right tit; it had a large
bruise the size of a hand.

I looked down at her pubic hair. It was the same color
as the hair on the girl's head, and was slightly matted
together. But it was very shapely, the curve of her
vulva rising to the same level as her hip bones. Yes,
she was definitely a good-looking girl. A very nice
looking, but, very dead girl. What a waste.

I quickly took my samples: Finger nail scrapings,
samples of semen from her mouth, vagina, and her
rectum. Looks as if her rapists had quite a time
with her. She was finally strangled by them. I knew
that, because the bruises on her neck were matched
by the crushed parts of her windpipe.

What no one else at the hospital knew, until now that
is. Is that I had been "using" patients like this woman
for several years in between "live" girlfriends. I
gotta say that I can't really figure out what all the
fuss is about, I mean they aren't going to complain
now are they?

At any rate it was time for me to have my own fun with
her. I remember saying. "Alright Honey now you get your
final screw!" I unzipped my pants and pulled out my
cock. It was already hard with anticipation. Then I
wiped a little K-Y jelly on the head of it and walked
up to the head of the table. Grabbing her head I turned
it so she was facing me, and pulled her mouth open.

I've always prided myself on the size of my cock. When
it's fully hard, it's a nice nine and one-quarter
inches long. It was perfect for dicking young girls who
couldn't say no! I slid it into her cool moist mouth
and pushed. I had both of my hands on her head and
pushed it further until her lips and nose pressed into
my pubic hair. No live one could handle my dick like
that, but the dead ones - Oh yeah, they never
complained about the size.

Her mouth accommodated my dick nicely, and as I thrust
my cock deep into her throat, I pushed and pulled her
head. Back and forth. I could feel the tightness of her
throat on my cock. This was a blowjob like you can't
get down on Main.

Then I started long strokes. I pulled my dick almost
out to her teeth and jammed it hard back into her
throat. Any other girl would be gagging about then,
but this honey wasn't - in fact she wasn't doing
anything but getting fucked in her mouth.

Then I couldn't hold back anymore and was cumming deep
in her throat. I pumped a couple of more times, my
balls banging against her cheek, feeling that wonderful
release, then pulled my cock out of her and sat on the
stool next to the table and continued my paperwork.

After about a half-hour and six pages of notes, I
decided it was time to get laid. Again, I pulled my
dick out of my pants, and since it wasn't hard, I
started to finger the girl's pussy. Now let me tell
you, there isn't a cunt that's as tight as a 4-hour
dead one. My dick was soon hard and ready.

I spread her smooth shapely legs apart so her slit was
wide open. Of course, her cunt wasn't wet even after
my finger was in it. So I applied some more K-Y jelly
on it. Then I got up on the table and mounted her.
Straight in without any "nice" pumping. The girl just
lay there, a little cum dripping out of the corner of
her mouth as I humped away in her.

She didn't make a sound. I fucked her for several
minutes, and as I fucked her I was rubbing her tits,
her very cool, very white tits. With each hump into
her cool pussy, her head would flop around, and her
body would inched towards the top of the table, when
finally, her head flopped off the table so she was
staring at the wall behind her.

"Won't look at me, huh?" I whispered loudly at her!
So I started to punch her in the stomach, and as I did
so I started to get real turned on and I started to
cum. I thrust hard down on her, and with my legs
between hers, I started to spread her legs with mine
until I heard her leg bones snap out of the hip
sockets.

I was cumming hard, and her hips where like jelly
making me cum even harder. It was the best fuck I ever
had with any girl dead or alive. I just laid there on
top of her breathing hard and that's how those
orderlies found me."

I looked at the doctor, who just looked back at me.
"Did that shock you?" I asked.

She said nothing. But then, I didn't really expect
her too, you see I had to kill her. She wanted to fuck
me - I know she did - and I can't fuck her if she's
still alive. Not anymore, not after doing that dead
girl. There isn't anything like it.

Yes, this bitch doctor would be next...

[killer_pussy]

I had just about given up hope, but this day would change my
life for ever. It was my last interview for a great job, and I
was nervous as hell to begin with. I entered into the office of
a big corporation and was greeted by the receptionist who led me
into another private office, where I was to fill out some more
papers before my interview. The secretary was quite a looker.
She wore a blue pinstripe business suit and had long brown hair
that she had braided. She looked as if she belonged in the
movies, not the business world. Her body was also quite nice,
with her firm tits filling out her blouse very amply. I had to
think of other things for fear of exposing a bulging hard on!
Just then her boss came running thru the office and said
something about an emergency and that he'd be gone for the next
few hours. She was to cancel all appointments and reschedule
them for another time. Great. My last day in the city and I
get my last hope canceled. The secretary quickly called the
other appointments and informed them of the bad news.
Meanwhile, I was left standing there with a look of total shock
on my face. I explained to Marilyn, that was her name, my
situation, and how I had to leave on a flight later that day.
She could see the look of dejection on my face, and she came
around and gave me a light hug, to help ease my pain. Her arms
around me felt good, I must admit, and her perfume was strangely
seductive. She said that considering my situation, perhaps she
could take a look at my papers and give me a private interview
and relay the information to her boss. I told her that would be
very generous and kind of her, and with that we went into her
bosses office and she shut the door behind us with a sly grin on
her face as she turned the lock and walked over to the desk.
She proceeded to take off her jacket, which left her dressed in
her skirt and blouse, which now looked more sexy than ever.
Looking over my papers, she muttered something about how
impressive they looked and how she felt I would be a valuable
asset to the company. With that she got up from the desk and
came over to the front of the desk where she turned around in a
way that looked like one of those models on tv, and her voice
took on a less professional quality and a more erotic sense.
"Speaking of assets, what do you think of this asset?" as she
bent over to pick up a pencil she had purposely dropped. Her
skirt hugged her ass tight and her legs accented the lush shape
of her cheeks. I hastily cleared my throat and stuttered
something about it being one of the best assets I had ever seen.
With that she lifted her skirt up above her thighs and revealed
her long legs, dressed in white nylons and a garter belt, and a
pair of crotchless panties, that showed off her finely trimmed
pussy. "Perhaps you'd like to go over my assets in more detail?"
she smiled, and with that she started unbuttoning my shirt and
tie. I grabbed her by the ass and pulled her face into mine and
kissed her deeply, our tongues probing into the recesses of
our mouths. She had my shirt off in no time, and I returned the
favor by removing her silk blouse, which in turn revealed her
large, firm tits held up by only a small bra that I removed
quickly. Her nipples stood up like cherries on a float, and my
mouth quickly engulfed one, then the other tit, sucking them
till they were hard and excited. She moaned in pleasure as my
hands caressed her ass underneath her skirt, feeling her smooth
ass and the edges of her panties. I slipped a finger into her
dripping pussy, and she went crazy.
At that she dropped to her knees and removed my pants and sprang
my hard cock free at last. Her expert tongue began licking and
nibbling on my tool and she quickly engulfed the whole shaft
into her warm and moist mouth. She proceeded to suck me like it
was the last cock in the world, and I was in total ecstasy. I
begrudgingly lifted her head and told her I was going to come
soon and that I wanted to save that for now. I stood up and
pulled her skirt down over her legs, which left Marilyn dressed
only in her hose and garter belt, and panties which I pulled off
with my teeth. She sat up on the desk and spread her legs for
me as I knelt down and started to suck greedily on her pussy.
She held my head into her cunt and begged me to eat her out,
which I willingly did! Her clit started to grow and I quickly
found it and sucked hard on it, which sent Marilyn into a
shuddering orgasm, flooding my mouth with her juices. I lapped
up all I could, then stood up a minute and kissed her mouth,
sharing her sweet nectar with her. This made her even more
excited and she pushed me back down and begged to be sucked some
more. I obliged, licking the walls of her pussy with my hard
tongue, sending shivers up her spine as she shook with orgasm
after orgasm. My cock was dripping now with precum and she said
she wanted to taste it, so I stood up and she rolled over on the
desk and was laying with her head over the side and her hot ass
raised ever so slightly. She took my cock into her mouth and
licked up all the precum and again i felt myself on the verge of
exploding, so I pulled away again and walked around to the back
of the desk where I pulled Marilyn closer so her ass was now on
the back edge of the desk, and I grabbed it and kissed her
cheeks lightly, sticking a finger up her pussy at the same time.
This seemed to really set Marilyn off so i added a second and a
third finger, fucking her with my hand for a few minutes. Then
she begged to be fucked with my cock, so I stood up and put the
tip of the head just into her pussy from behind, and teased her
for a little bit. Just a bit at a time until she couldn't stand
it any longer and she thrust her ass backwards which made her
pussy engulf my entire cock. I started thrusting slowly in and
out her and she met each thrust with a reverse thrust of her own
that made our rhythm perfect. I reached over and played with
her tits while we fucked doggy style on the boss's desk. What
an interview I thought to myself as fucked this insatiable woman
silly. Marilyn rolled over and lay on her back, her sexy legs
raised high over my shoulders and I sank my cock deep into her
drenching pussy. Her face showed signs of total pleasure as I
fucked her deeper than ever before with her legs lifted up and I
grabbed her ass and raised her off the desk just a few inches.
This seemed to open up just another inch inside her and I
plunged my cock to the deepest limits of her cunt. She began
shaking in a violent orgasm that sent chills down my spine, as
my secretary continued to fuck like no other woman I'd had
before. I fucked her harder and faster, sensing my own building
orgasm. She could sense it too, as she warned me that she had
better get to taste some of that come or I'd never get any job!
I pulled out and climbed on top of her, and started fucking her
tits with my steel rod. Her tongue met every forward thrust and
her lips teased me with a wanton lust of come. It didn't take
long and I moved forward so she could take the whole cock in her
mouth, which she did easily. Her mouth seemed to tighten up as
I increased my tempo, fucking her like a pussy.
She then started to jerk my cock as she sucked and I pulled out
of her sweet mouth and my cock sprayed a torrent of hot come all
over Marilyn's face and lips. Her tongue rapidly moved to catch
all that she could, but the load was just too much for her to
get all of it. Her face was covered in a light paint of hot
white, sticky come, and she seemed to love every minute of it.
She started to rub it into her cheeks and she licked her fingers
as she did, while I sat exhausted on her chest. I stuck my cock
back into her mouth so she could lick it clean, and she smiled
and moaned with joy as she did so. We then got off the desk and
collapsed in the leather couch, holding each other gently.
Needless to say, I was offered the job and took it without
hesitation. Marilyn asked to be transferred to my division as my
own secretary, and we had many more desktop adventures along
with every other imaginable place. I guess it just goes to show
that interviews are not always just paper and talk!

[killer_pussy]

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this at home, seek help.
Although this story isn't based on a manufactured image, I'm
sure someone will be doing it before long so here's a jump ahead.


It was a hot day in upstate New York, the breeze barely
lifting the humidity. Almost everyone gathered in the large field
was anxiously waiting for sunset and hopefully a cooler night.
Still, the Lillith Fair had gathered several thousand fans
willing to risk heat exposure to see their favorite female
rockers perform. The Fair was really living up to its name, the
concert standing side-by-side with a wide range of booths and
tables, almost a medieval feel to the concert.
As the Indigo Girls played on stage, Jewel made her way
through the crowd. She had finished her set a few minutes earlier
and felt like walking around. She wore a dark shirt and pants
stained with sweat, clinging to her skin. She wore a pair of dark
glasses and her blond hair was done up in a bun underneath a
baseball cap. The makeshift disguise seemed to be working well,
as few people glanced in her way.
Jewel enjoyed getting out among the people, seeing the fans
without being crushed by them. Her success so far was
overwhelming and she was still getting used to sudden fame. It
felt good to go "civilian" and see how her fans really looked.
She passed by a set of small stands before coming to one
somewhat set apart from the others. There was no one there except
the stand's owner, a young handsome man with dark black hair. The
stand was filled with various baubles, trinkets, prisms and
jewels. Jewel looked at the merchandise, seeing if there was
anything nice around.
"Can I help you with--" The stand's owner broke off as he
got a good look at Jewel. Pulling off his sunglasses, he peered
at her closely. "Holy shit, it's you," he whispered.
"Yeah, it's me," Jewel said as she slid the glasses off.
"Look--"
"Dave. My name's Dave."
"Dave. Don't make a fuss, okay? I don't want to attract a
lot of attention."
"Okay, if that's what you want, it's fine, it's just so cool
to meet you. I'm a big fan, really."
"Thanks. Always good to meet one. Think you can help me find
anything I might like."
Dave grabbed the opening and rummaged into one of the
cartons. "I think I've got just the thing," he said. He pulled
out a crystal pendant in an octagon shape attached to a chain. "I
think this might be just the thing," he said as he held up for
Jewel to see. The pendant lightly swung side to side and Jewel
gazed at it, her eyes tracking its movement. "It's eye catching,
that's for sure," Dave said, speaking in a flat, soft tone. "The
minute you see it you can't keep your eyes off it. You just watch
it swing slowly, real slowly. It takes its time moving, allows
you to really see it. Just keep watching it move slowly, watch
the light glint off of it as it does. Slowly, so slowly it moves
left to right, flashing right into your eyes. You just keep
watching it move back and forth and you enjoy it, you watch it
and you just can't help watching as it moves slowly back and
forth, flashing away."
Jewel's eyes were firmly fixed on the gem, her facial
muscles relaxing. Dave knew he had her as he went on. "It's just
so wonderful to watch, so soothing. It relaxes you, makes you
feel so comfortable, so relaxed. It's nice to relax after a long
day, a long tour. You just feel so secure and relaxed. You just
watch it swing slowly and you feel so relaxed, so very relaxed.
It's nice to be this relaxed and to listen to me. I helped you
find this gem. I helped to relax you like this. You feel so
wonderful and secure. You can trust me. You want to trust me,
don't you, Jewel? It's so good just to listen to my voice and
watch the jewel. How do you feel?"
"..Good..Relaxed.." Jewel whispered.
"You are very relaxed, Jewel. Very relaxed. Just keep
watching the pendant and you feel so relaxed." Dave had perfected
this over the years. It was a hobby with him, going from concert
to concert and seeing what kind of pleasure he could find. But
this was the first time he had encountered one of the tour's
performers. He had one of the hottest singers in the country
hypnotized, her mind open to his suggestions. Definitely too good
an opportunity to pass up. "Jewel, you feel real hot now. Not
just from the weather. You feel horny, excited. You feel so very
horny. You want to feel a cock inside you so bad. My cock. You're
attracted to me, Jewel, very attracted. You want me to make love
to you bad, don't you?"
"..Yes.." Jewel said, licking her lips.
Nodding, Dave continued. "Jewel, in a moment, I'll snap my
fingers. When I do, you will wake up. You will feel refreshed and
relaxed. You won't remember what happened here. You will feel
extremely attracted to me. You'll want to invite me with you, to
make love to you. Do you understand?"
"..Yes.." Jewel answered. Dave put the pendant down and
snapped his fingers. Jewel blinked, clarity returning to her
face. She looked at Dave, shaking her head. The heat must have
been getting to her, her head felt fuzzy. She appraised Dave. He
was a good-looking guy, well-built. A wild thought entered her
head and she entertained it. What the hell? She leaned in close.
"Want to come to my trailer?"
Dave raised an eyebrow. "You're sure?"
"I need a designated fuck. You're it."

Entering the air-conditioned trailer was a bit of a shock
after the heat outside. Jewel and Dave barely noticed, as they
were already kissing. It was a hot kiss, with both of them
pushing passion into it. Dave pulled off his sweat-stained shirt
and threw it aside as he and Jewel moved around the small room.
Jewel pushed him down on the bed, standing before Dave. She
watched as he kicked off his shoes and began unbuttoning his
pants. Jewel slowly peeled off her outfit which felt like taking
off a wet band-aid. She soon stood nude before Dave. He was naked
by this time, his cock erect and ready. He took her in: Her
blonde hair falling around her shoulders, her pert breasts
tightened, her blonde tuft wet not just from perspiration, a
sheen of sweat covering her bronze body. "You are a vision," Dave
said.
"Hope I live up to your expectations," she said as she fell
on top of him. They kissed wildly, Jewel almost biting Dave's lip
as he pulled her to him. He cupped a breast with a hand and
massaged it, feeling the sweat roll under his hand. He pinched
the nipple as he went, eliciting a small giggle from the singer.
She rolled around in his arms, allowing him to grab both of her
breasts, pushing them together as they continued to kiss.
They rolled over, Dave on top as he pushed his cock into
her. He began a slow rythym, pushing himself in and out of her
with a steady tempo. Jewel began the first of several gasps as
she felt Dave drive into her. She pushed a hand against the
trailer wall, ecstasy covering her as he continued to move his
cock in and out of her pussy, their cums combining as he went.
They orgasmed together, Jewel buckling as she felt him shoot into
her. They collapsed in bed together, panting. Dave shook his
head. "I thought you were hot on the stage but that was one hell
of an act."
"Let's see about the encore," Jewel answered as she brought
him down on top of him for what would be the first of several
long kisses.

[killer_pussy]

Not to be read by anyone under 18. This story contains
graphic descriptions of sexuality. If this offends you, leave
now. This is fiction. Hypnosis does not work this way. If you
feel like trying this, seek help.
All comments and suggestions/scenarios welcomed. Enjoy.


The sun beat down on the small Mexican town without mercy.
It was hot, incredibly hot, yet the small shopping district was
packed. The natives were used to the heat and treated the day as
if it was twenty degrees cooler. The plaza was busy, with the
regular shops keeping up with the small carts that littered the
main square, drawing customers from miles around.
Jennifer Lopez wiped at her brow as she walked through the
chaos. She had decided to take a break from her movie shoot by
coming over to the small town, but was beginning to regret that
decision. She had been in Mexico before, both on movie shoots and
vacations, but she had seriously underestimated the weather this
time. She tugged at the collar of her dark shirt, trying to get a
slight breeze inside. She wished she had worn something besides a
pair of jeans but it was too late now.
Jennifer had been walking around the market for a while and
was eager to get some cool air. Her eye was caught by a small
store in a dark corner of the plaza building, where the sun
somehow couldn't reach. She saw it was a small museum advertising
"rare and unique items of the region." Jennifer was welcoming any
respite from the heat and this seemed pretty good.
The small room she stepped into was dark. It took a few
moments for her eyes to adjust to the sudden change before she
saw several lighted cases showcasing different items. She walked
around the small chamber, admiring the displays. Some of the
artifacts did appear to be quite old. Weapons, tools, even toys
from the years before the colonists first arrived were shown,
most in surprisingly good condition.
"Like it?" Jennifer was startled at the voice coming behind
her. She turned to see a woman standing before her. She was
middle-aged but quite attractive, with long dark hair that fell
almost to her waist. The one-piece dress she wore was slightly
unbuttoned, showing off her sizable cleavage. "I'm Maria," she
said. "I own this humble place."
"It's nice," Jennifer said. "I didn't expect to see
something like this here."
"I know," Maria nodded. "I enjoy it. It's a great spot,
perfect for bringing in new visitors. I enjoy meeting new people
all the time."
Maria showed Jennifer several of the best items in the small
museum. It was rather fascinating as Maria had spent years
searching and digging up the relics and more years cataloging and
preserving them. "This item in particular I'm proud of," Maria
stated as she led Jennifer to the back corner of the museum. "The
visitors seem to enjoy it as well." She lifted up a small display
case to show Jennifer what appeared to be a triangle-shaped
marker lying on top of a large disk. "I'm not sure where it came
from or when," Maria explained. "But it is a rather intriguing
item. Watch."
As Jennifer turned her eyes to the strange object, Maria
slid a fingernail into a small crack at the bottom of the disk
and shifted it slightly. Instantly, the triangle began to spin,
at the same time emitting a glow that instantly captivated
Jennifer's attention. The triangle continued to spin, Jennifer's
eyes following it as a blur of light washed over her face.
Jennifer's features went slack as her mind clouded over. She
couldn't move. She couldn't think. All she could do was stand and
watch the beautiful blur before her.
Maria removed her finger from the slot and the triangle
stopped spinning, the light dying. Jennifer's eyes remained fixed
forward, blank. Maria put the object back in its case and turned
to Jennifer. "Jennifer, can you hear me?"
"Yes," Jennifer replied softly.
"Jennifer, what do you want to do?"
"Anything you want me to do."
Smiling, Maria began to walk away. "Follow me, Jennifer."
Jennifer obediently did so, taking robotic steps behind Maria who
walked to a door panel set in the back wall. She pushed it open
and led Jennifer into a dimly lit apartment. Maria led Jennifer
to the bedroom. She unbuttoned her dress and pulled it off. She
was completely nude underneath, her large breasts falling free, a
dampness in the dark patch between her legs. She lay down on the
bed and looked at her mesmerized visitor. "Undress, Jennifer."
Jennifer slowly pulled off her shirt. She wore a sweat-
stained dark bra underneath. She pulled off her jeans, exposing a
pair of dark panties. She undid her bra and slid it off. Her firm
breasts, slightly smaller than Maria's hung free, sweat still
trickling over them. She slid her panties off and stood there
naked. Maria admired her long, smooth legs and her good build as
Jennifer swayed slightly in place.
"Come over here, Jennifer," Maria finally said. Jennifer
crawled onto the bed and onto her mistress. She was completely
obedient to Maria's commands, with no will of her own. Maria
pulled her in and kissed her. Jennifer slowly responded, pushing
her lips onto the older woman's. Maria's tongue darted into
Jennifer's mouth, as if trying to reach all the way inside her.
"Kiss my breasts, Jennifer," Maria said. "I know you want to."
Jennifer moved her face down, burying herself into Maria's
sizable cleavage. She ran her hands across the breasts, squeezing
them. Jennifer pushed them together around her head, eliciting a
moan from Maria.
Without being told, Jennifer moved to Maria' clit. She
pursed her lips around the dark patch and slowly licked it with
her tongue. Her arousal was on full-blast now and she was caught
up in the throes of sex. Her tongue pushed in and out of the
pussy with slow movements that enhanced the pleasure. She sucked
on the patch as her tongue lapped at it. Maria withered on the
couch. Jennifer was one of the best she'd ever encountered and
she was glad she had kept the museum open today. Maria's body
buckled as she came, spilling herself onto Jennifer's waiting
tongue.
"Lie down, Jennifer," Maria commanded. "Lie down and let me
do everything." Jennifer lay straight on the bed, waiting for her
mistress' next move. Maria went to Jennifer's heaving chest and
placed her lips around one nipple. She suckled on it gently,
feeling it tighten under her mouth. She ran a hand around the
other full breast, squeezing it, pinching the nipple with her
fingers. Jennifer let out a moan of pleasure as Maria played with
her. She wanted to come, but knew Maria would want her to wait.
After a few minutes of teasing Jennifer's breasts, Maria
suddenly turned the actress onto her stomach. She placed her
hands on Jennifer's firm buttocks and squeezed. She rubbed her
hands up and down that wonderful ass, her fingers darting into
Jennifer's pussy as she did. Jennifer let out a little gasp as
she felt Maria's hands dive in and out of her most sensitive
area. The gasps turned into moans as Maria stuck her tongue into
Jennifer's vagina and began to lick at the juices that were
beginning to come loose. Jennifer sighed, feeling the weight of
the other woman on top of her as her juices came free. She sighed
as she felt herself release, allowing Maria to lick her tongue
all over her ass.

Jennifer was surprised at the time as she exited the small
building. She really didn't know she'd been in there so long.
Those artifacts were certainly fascinating. She'd have to come
back some time. She sighed as she felt the heat envelop her
again. Funny, she would have sworn she felt hotter coming out
than she had going in.

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Cassie knocked on the trailer door, hitching her back
further up on her shoulder. She was tall, with black hair and
blue eyes. Her t-shirt and jeans ensemble fit in well on the lot.
An Australian voice called out from within. "Come on in."
Opening the door, Cassie entered the trailer and saw Nicole
Kidman standing naked before her. Red hair curling past her
shoulders and touching her pert breasts, the starlet was wrapping
a towel around her waist, covering her smooth bottom. "Glad you
could make it," Nicole said. "After the shoot today, I need
this." She moved over and lay flat on her front on a padded table
already set in the trailer.
"It's my job," Cassie replied, which was true. She was a
good masseuse, one of the best. Her services were much in demand
around Hollywood, particularly on sets. What most people did not
know was that Cassie had another line of work, one a tad more
profitable. And that job was what really brought her here today.
As Nicole lay down, Cassie squeezed some oil onto her hands.
She placed her hands on Nicole's back and gently began rubbing
the oil in. Nicole sighed as Cassie pushed down on her, the aches
and pains of the day slowly melting away. "Just relax, Nicole,"
Cassie said. "I'll take care of everything." She dug her fingers
into Nicole's shoulder blades, Nicole groaning in response. She
let her fingers slide down Nicole's back, stopping just where the
towel was. She let her fingers drag lightly on the towel, feeling
the smooth surface beneath before moving to Nicole's legs. Nicole
closed her eyes as Cassie rubbed her. God, she felt so tired. The
shoot, being away from Tom, it was all getting to her. She was
dimly aware of Cassie talking, but couldn't make out what she was
saying. She felt sleepy. Well, it'd probably just make Cassie's
job easier if she relaxed. She could trust Cassie.
Cassie smiled as she felt Nicole relax underneath her. Her
approach was twofold. The oil she used was a rare mixture from
Egypt, the chemicals seeping into the pores and producing a
lethargic state, making the subject more relaxed and opening her
mind. Her voice was the next part. Urging Nicole to relax, gently
telling her to sleep, instructing her to trust Cassie, all helped
lull Nicole into a deep trance state. It was time to test how
deep.
Cassie let her hands slide up and remove the towel covering
Nicole's backside. "Nicole, I'm going to massage your buttocks
now. You feel so relaxed now and so peaceful, you know that this
will feel good. Just relax and feel your tensions drain away as I
massage your ass. Just relax as you feel me touch you." Cassie
placed her hands on Nicole's buttocks and began rubbing. She
pushed with her palms and let her fingernails drag along the
smooth curves. She dragged her hands from the buttocks to the
smooth legs, eliciting a moan from Nicole. Cassie went back to
massaging Nicole's ass. As she rubbed, she made a point to move
her fingers close to Nicole's pussy. Nothing major, just a few
quick jabs to gauge a reaction. Nicole gasped at first but soon
appeared to enjoy the small pangs of pleasure Cassie was
providing.
Cassie stopped and straightened up. She pulled off her shirt
and jeans, undressing until she was nude. "Nicole, you feel so
relaxed right now. So relaxed and secure. You want me to keep
massaging you, to keep you relaxed. I'm going to ask you to roll
over. When you do, you will still feel relaxed and calm. Nothing
can disturb you. As I massage you, Nicole, you will feel a desire
in you. A desire that you want to answer. It will feel strange at
first, but you will overcome your doubts. It will feel good, so
very, very good. So good and so relaxing. Roll over, please,
Nicole."
Nicole rolled onto her front. Her face was serene, eyes
closed and her hair spread out like a halo around it. Cassie
started at the most obvious place, Nicole's breasts. While not
huge, they were still large enough to play with. Cassie rubbed
them in small circles around the breasts. She started at the
nipple and then moved outward until she touched the curves. She
then retraced her moves. She pushed both breasts together and
pinched the nipples, producing a small cry from Nicole. Cassie
let her hands drift down Nicole's body. She rubbed along the hips
and then the thighs. Oil covered Nicole's body as Cassie led her
deeper into a trance.
Finally, Cassie went to the target. She moved her hands over
Nicole's clit. Nicole moaned as Cassie moved her slick hand over
her womanhood. Her fingers dug into the pubic hair and pressed
into the lips. "Feel it, Nicole," she whispered. "Feel the
wonderful pleasure I'm giving you. Feel me pleasure you. You love
feeling a woman fingering you. You love it so very much." Cassie
dug her hands in further as Nicole gasped. Cassie moved down
until her face was an inch from Nicole's clit. She could smell
the scent of her oil as she pushed her tongue into the clit. She
licked away at it. It took less time than she expected before
Nicole came onto her tongue.
Swallowing the cum, Cassie stood and pulled herself onto the
table. Straddling the hypnotized star, Cassie spoke again.
"Nicole, you've felt the pleasure another woman can give you. You
loved that pleasure so much. It was so relaxing to feel that.
Now, give me that pleasure, Nicole. You want to pleasure me as
well. You want to kiss me, Nicole. You want to kiss another
woman. You want to touch another woman's breasts. You want to
kiss another woman's pussy. You want to do all that, Nicole,
don't you?"
After a moment's pause, Nicole nodded. "Yes..." the
entranced Australian said. Smiling, Cassie leaned down and kissed
Nicole. Gently at first, then pushing her tongue into the other
woman's mouth. Nicole slowly responded, feeling pleasure come
through her fogged mind. Enthralled by the wonderful feeling,
Nicole felt Cassie sit atop her, their pussy's touching. Cassie
took Nicole's hands and led them to her breasts. Cassie moved
Nicole's hands around her breasts in small circles. She let go of
Nicole's hands, allowing the star to rub them herself. Cassie
moved her hands down to Nicole's breasts and rubbed them. Nicole
was soon mimicking Cassie's moves, following her lead. Cassie
smiled as she felt the cum build within her.
Cassie broke off to move herself onto Nicole's face.
Straddling her, Cassie lowered her pussy over Nicole's lips.
Nicole's tongue darted out and began licking away. She was a fast
learner, her tongue digging into Cassie's clit and enjoying the
cries as her mistress enjoyed herself. "Do it, Nicole," Cassie
said. "Dig in hard. You want to. You love it." Cassie
straightened as she came, her liquids spilling onto Nicole's
face.
Cassie pulled herself off of Nicole and stood back up. She
quickly dressed and then wiped a towel over Nicole's face,
breasts, cunt and ass. After removing traces of what had
happened, Cassie replaced the towel on Nicole's back and began to
speak softly. "Nicole, in a moment, I will snap my fingers. When
I do, you will awaken. You will feel refreshed and relaxed. You
will not remember anything that has happened between us. Nothing
will be remembered. You will remember the feelings you felt. You
will think of how good a woman's touch is. A woman's kiss. These
feelings will intensify within you, especially when you make
love. You will remember these feelings and nothing else."
Nodding, Cassie snapped her fingers.

"Yes, I'm sure it will work. I can't be 100% sure, no, but
I've done this before and it's worked then. You might have to
wait a while, but I can assure you, it will be worth it. Yes.
Yes, I understand. Don't worry. My money is in my account? Good.
I usually charge more, but I'm a huge fan. Thank you. Pleasure
doing business with you Ms. O'Donnell."

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Desperate times called for desperate measures, which was why
Catherine Zeta-Jones was headed to the small apartment building
on the city's less opulent side. She had been in despair until
the mysterious person called her. "The Mask of Zorro" was
Catherine's big chance, a big-budget Hollywood retelling of the
legend with her as the hero's love interest. If Catherine could
get the role, she would have a chance at stardom. Salma Hayek had
done well following a role with Antonio Banderas so why not her?
There was only one problem. She couldn't handle a sword. Oh,
she could hold it and work it well, but it didn't look right or
natural. Her character was supposed to have studied swordsmanship
for years. She looked her weeks of experience. This was bad. The
director wanted the film to look great, with as much real stunts
and swordplay as possible. She'd been warned that if she couldn't
fight, she couldn't get the part. Shooting was due to start soon
and she was running out of time.
A call had come to her trailer that morning. Someone with a
Welsh accent said he knew of her problem and, for a moderate fee
(which Catherine thought rather steep for moderate) he could help
her with it. Catherine was wary but had little choice in the
matter. She'd been given an address and told to bring cash. She'd
quickly dressed and headed out.
Her knock was answered by a balding man in his forties with
a lean build, already wearing a white outfit with a protective
pad on his chest. "I'm Alan," he said. "Come on in." His studio
was set up like a gym, with assorted athletic equipment and quite
a few fencing items around. "My home away from home," he said. "A
little shoddy, but I can live with it."
He and Catherine talked for a few moments, about fencing and
the pressures on her. Catherine found Alan a kind man with a
good sense of humor that set her at ease. He handed her a suit of
protective clothing and encouraged her to put it on. She came out
of the small room a few minutes later. "Let's start with basics,
he said. "Take the sword and raise it up. A little higher. All
right, now move it side to side. That's right, just move it side
to side, left to right. Try not to concentrate on it, just move
it along, side to side." Catherine spent several minutes carrying
out slashing movements, moving her arm side to side in a
continuous pattern. As soon as Alan told her to stop, he told
her to begin again at a slightly lower level. Before long, all
Catherine could think of was the shiny tip of the sword flashing
back and forth in front of her eyes. She'd spent over half an
hour in this repeative exercise, only the first of many.
Alan had her working all afternoon. It was all a series of
repetive exercises. Flashing the sword up and down. Swinging it
side to side. Stepping forward and back, side to side. Within an
hour, she was exhausted. Alan came up and gripped her by the
shoulders, looking right into her eyes. "Well done."
Grateful, Catherine sunk into a chair next to the mat on the
floor. "I've never worked this hard in my life," she said in a
huskily accented voice. "Now what?"
"That depends on you," Alan said. "I've helped you out a
lot but you're the one who has to control your fear and make this
work. You have to relax. Just relax. Take a deep breathe in and
out. In and out. Also, concentrate. Concentrate only on what you
are doing. Put all other thoughts aside but that. Do not think of
the past or the future. Only the here and now. Concentrate on
what you are doing. Concentrate on my voice. Concentrate on my
sword."
For the first time, Catherine noticed that Alan's sword
had a brilliant red gem embedded in the hilt. Alan was tilting
the sword back and forth slightly so the light struck the jewel,
bouncing it into Catherine's eyes. She focused on it as Alan
continued to speak. "That's right, Catherine. Concentrate on the
jewel. Watch the jewel. Keep your eyes fixed on the jewel. Forget
everything else but the jewel and my voice. The jewel and my
voice. All your concentration is on those. Just relax and watch
the jewel and listen to my voice. Relax and watch and listen.
Just watch the jewel, the shiny jewel. Watch it and concentrate
on it. The jewel and my voice. The jewel and my voice."
Catherine was slightly slumped in her seat, her eyes glued
to the jewel, yet unseeing. "Relax, Catherine. Just relax and
listen to my voice. My voice relaxes you. My voice is what has
made you more confident. It has made you better with the sword.
My voice has helped you. You trust my voice. You trust it
completely. You know that what my voice has done has helped you
and you want that to continue. You want to do anything my voice
tells you to do. Anything at all. Are you relaxed, Catherine?"
"Yes..."
"And what has made you relaxed?"
"Your voice..the jewel.."
"Yes, Catherine, that wonderful jewel that takes up your
vision. And my voice. Do you want to continue to trust my voice,
Catherine?"
"Yes.."
"Good. Now, you must do everything my voice tells you to,
don't you?"
"Yes."
"Stand up, Catherine." Catherine stood up, her eyes staring
blankly at the wall. She swayed in place as Alan swiftly
removed his clothing. His cock was already hard and he was
surprised he hadn't come before. It had worked. Wearing Catherine
down and opening up her mind with the repetive exercises had
enabled him to hypnotize her with the gem and his voice. Now, he
had a beautiful woman at his command and he wasn't going to waste
the opportunity. "Catherine, take off your clothes. You want to
make love to me. You want to repay me for helping you and you
must make love to me to do that. As you strip, you will become
more excited and by the time you are naked, you will be ready to
pleasure me immensely."
Catherine slowly stripped out of her outfit and stood naked
before Alan. She was gorgeous, her magnificent breasts hanging
free with her long dark hair just touching them, her smooth legs
an open invitation. Alan gripped her and pulled her to him,
kissing her. They sank onto the soft mat, Alan rolling on top
of her. He put his hard cock into her and began pumping her,
sliding in and out of her dark patch, loving the sound of her
moans as he went. He put his head to her wonderful breasts,
kissing them, licking at the nipples as he continued to fuck the
hypnotized actress. He came sooner than he thought, his
excitement, held since he had called her, shooting loose into
her.
He pulled out of her and lay on her back. She took his cock
in her hands and massaged it, bringing it back to full hardness.
He moaned as he felt her fingers travel over his member, knowing
he would burst soon. She mounted him, pulling his cock into her.
She began moving, sliding forward and back in a smooth rythym.
Alan ran his hands up her body, squeezing her breasts, then
massaging her hips. Catherine rode him silently, waiting for him
to come inside of her. He finally did, shooting his wad and
forcing her to cry out, arching her back as they orgasmed.
After an hour of love-making, Alan decided he was spent.
He had her redress and removed her memories of the entire
afternoon with him, including the phone call. She would only
remember a tour of the city. The fee she had paid him would be
remembered as a sizable charity donation. She would feel more
confident whenever she held the sword in her hand and would be
able to perform to the best of her abilities. With a final kiss,
Alan sadly sent her downstairs. He called her a cab and sent
her off, telling her she would awaken when the cab driver spoke
and would remember nothing.

Alan left the theater smiling. It had been worth the wait,
a great adventure film. Catherine had been excellent, her
training showing off in her duel with Banderas' Zorro. He sighed
as he remembered their wonderful afternoon together. Too bad he
couldn't sell the video tape he'd made. He had a feeling
Catherine was about to become a major star. Still, it provided
some good memories. She was a terrific student, in more ways than
just one.

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Hmmm.... seems very boring and lonely here, no feedback from any samsters. Wonder if all my effort all goes in vain Worse off, my reputation doesn't seem to be moving, while I have been posting the stories. Not sure if I should just go back lurking around instead of posting?!

[oeioei]

Originally Posted by killer_pussy

Phew... that's a long one to be posted, very tiring and a lot of effort put into it. Hopefully my effort will not be wasted...

Till then, to all samsters, enjoy reading!

Keep it up man. Well done!!!

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Cleopatra possessed the face of a goddess and the lush, alluring body of a
vamp. Strong virile men fell at her feet. Her hair was radiant and
lustrous, black as a raven, her eyes, a tantalizing, deep dark brown, her
delectable, tawny colored skin, smooth as silk. Even at the tender age of
eighteen her beauty was legendary. After all she had met and conquered the
mighty Julius Caesar, melting and capturing his heart. Using both beauty
and wile, she had easily mesmerized the great Roman warrior and leader and
was quickly appointed Queen of Egypt. This newly formed alliance and
rumors of romance did not bode well with many members of the Roman high
council. Adding fuel to the fires of discontentment, Cleopatra had chosen
to visit Rome and was now living in Caesar's palace with both he and his
wife Calpurnia.
Rumors of a coup de grace or even an assassination spread rapidly through
the inner circles of Rome's elite. Even now, Brutus and Calpurnia huddled
together in her chambers plotting a strategy. Caesar's wife was furious.
"I dare she, the brazen hussy, coming right here to Rome and living under
the same roof." Brutus tried to settle her down.
"Just keep calm Calpurnia, we'll take care of Cleopatra once Caesar is out
of the way." His words had little affect on the hot tempered woman.
"I don't want to wait, who knows how much longer Caesar will be in power?"

"I want that bitch taken care of right now." Brutus sighed, nodded his
head in reluctant approval and left the room.
Later that evening on a quiet road leading up to a large villa located on
the outskirts of Rome, a heavily curtained gondola was being carried on
the shoulders of eight muscular black slaves, two on each of the four
support arms extending from the gondola. They came to a sudden halt when
approached by Calpurnia and a huge male Nubian wearing nothing but a white
loin cloth. In unison, they lowered the carriage to the ground. Calpurnia
drew the thick curtain, sliding it along a rod running across the top of
the enclosure. Caesar's wife smiled.
Laying on the floor was the trussed and gagged form of Cleopatra. She was
on her side, arms behind her back, tied at the wrists and elbows with thin
leather strips, her ankles were crossed and also tied with leather. A
black scarf securing the wadding in her mouth was clenched tightly between
her teeth and the overhang of her pouting, pink painted lips. Cleopatra's
dark brown eyes blazed a mixture of hate and indignation. Calpurnia paid
her no heed but rather took notice of Cleopatra's left breast that was
naked and exposed, apparently from the scuffle of her abduction. Her
tethered ankles, sandled feet and pink painted toenails were visible below
the hem of her full length white tunic. Then as if speaking to a lady of
the evening, she looked down her nose at the bound and gagged Queen of
Egypt. "Whore." She then abruptly closed the curtain.
Cleopatra could hear Calpurnia speaking to the black man, right outside
the carriage. "Remove all of her jewelry and place it in my strong box and
then I want you to give her a good fucking, I want you to fuck her until
she can't stand up, do you understand me?" He didn't hesitate.
"Yes mistress, I sure do understand," The gondola suddenly began to shake
violently, mumbling and thumping noises coming from within. Calpurnia and
the black slave laughed. "Must have been something I said." Calpurnia
chided.
By entering through a secret trapdoor in the villa, one could descend down
a flight of granite stairs into the cold, dark dungeon type chamber below.
Cleopatra's rumpled tunic and under garments were strewn on the floor next
to the large four-poster bed in which Cleopatra lay naked and shamed. She
was spreadeagled, face up, ankles and wrists tied outlandishly to the four
posts, her gag had been removed.
Mounted in holders attached to the bedposts were four flaming torches. The
black man stood for a long moment, watching from across the room, the
jumping and darting flames illuminating, and then casting dark shadows
across Cleopatra's naked and helpless body, the smooth plains of her belly
contracted nervously, causing her flawless titties to dance enticingly
atop her heaving chest. His almost hypnotic trance was interupted by
Calpurnia's voice. "Am I in time for the festivities?"
He looked up, a little startled. "Yes mistress, she's about to be fucked
good and proper just like you said." With that the Nubian tore away his
loin cloth, his gigantic, lust stiffened, purple veined penis straining in
full erection. Culpurnia gloated over the frantic, wide eyed young girl,
while the black man released her ankles. "You will die for this, both of
you will die by the sword of Julius Caesar."
The muscular slave spread her ankles wide and then raised them up and back
towards her head until her buttocks lifted off the bed. He held her in
this obscene pose allowing Calpurnia to hold a torch directly above her
pouting mound. The triangle between her thighs was covered with a thick
growth of crisp. curly dark pubic hair. Her slit was barely visible
through the heavy foliage, it appeared to have no lips, much like that of
a young girl. The big black pressed his bulbous knob against the narrow
opening and pushed and the head of his cock was in Cleopatra's, up to now
sacred temple. "I will have you castrated, and your prick fed to"... Her
words were cut short by a brutal, downward thrust of the slaves iron-hard
penis. "AAAAAAHHHHRRR"
The big black had Cleopatra impaled to the mattress, her tight sheath
forced to accomodate the full length of his manhood. He proceded to rape
the young queen but his movements were precise and with purpose, he
manuevered Cleopatra first this way and then another, regulating the speed
of his pumping motion as he did, but more importantly never relinquishing
the constant friction against her clitoris. The Nubian slave was an expert
cocksman, Calpurnia had selected him for that very reason.
Very quickly Cleopatra became aware of the humiliation that was to follow.
she felt a shamed longing in her cunt, her protests now soft involuntary
mewings, her jerking pelvis responding dutifully to the slaves magical
flute. Much to Calpurnia's delight, she could see Cleopatra mounting
towards a climax, her breathing, desperate and raspy. She could see that
the black cocksman had her now, the young nymph was lost in a tide of
rising lust. Cleopatra screamed. "EEEEAAAAHHH." Crying out again and again
as her convulsing vagina gushed and squirted her womanly juices. Only a
few moments later the big black exploded, spurting his pent-up semen into
Cleopatra's wet pussy. Only when he had fully spent did he withdraw his
penis from her inner slit. Stripped of her dignity, the raven haired
beauty wept bitterly, ashamed to face her captors. Calpurnia stood
triumphantly over the fallen queen.
"Cleopatra, goddess of love, turned into a wanton whore by a mere slave."
"Do you think that Caesar will want you now?"
"Do you think he wants someone who moaned like a whore when she was being
fucked by a slave?" Not to Calpurnia's surprise but certainly to
Cleopatra's chagrin, the Nubian's sperm incrusted prick was again fully
erect, curving in an arc, upwards towards the ceiling. Calpurnia enjoyed
the disbelieving expression on Cleopatra's face when she realized that she
was going to be raped once again. "Fuck her all night if it pleases you,
I'm gong to spend the night in Caesar's bed, though do find some time to
use the cutting rod on her backside, I want her obedient and respectful
the next time I see her.
"Yes mistress, you can count on it" When Calpurnia left, the black slave
had Cleopatra on her hands and knees, his ridged rod poised to enter her
from behind. The young debased queen begged for mercy. "Please...not
again....no more....have mercy."
The debased queen resisted but she was no match for the talented cocksman.
He toyed with her, turning her voluptuous array of female flesh into a
craving, lewd spectacle. She begged for culmination time and time again,
promising anything. By the time he had finished with her, she had danced
to his tune, done his bidding and jumped through hoops for him. She lay
humbly at his feet, exhausted, her juices totally depleted, but the
evening was not over for the young raven-haired beauty.
When Calpurnia returned the next day. she found a naked Cleopatra hanging
from the ceiling by her wrists, her perspiration-sheened body illuminated
by torches positioned along the wall. The big black removed one of the
torches from it's sheath and held it up to Cleopatra's backside. She was
covered with thin, bright red welts that had been systematically
administered from the top of her back, down over her entire buttocks and
along the backs of her thighs. Driblets of coagulated blood stained her
silky, tawny hued skin.

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Calpurnia nodded her approval. "Very nice, her skin is tender and marks
well." Cleopatra's chains were lowered until she was on her knees, her
body limp, her head slumped forward, long tendrils of hair hanging in damp
disarray covered her tear streaked face. Calpurnia parted the hair hiding
Cleopatra's face and used it to lift her head up, her tear stained eyes
were filled with pain and agony. "Look at me Cleopatra, it is mistress
Calpurnia, do you understand?" She nodded weakly but did not speak.
Calpurnia picked up a long. thin rod and without warning, lashed it
savagely across Cleopatra's left breast, just above the nipple. A frenzied
shriek tore from her throat.
"AAAAAHHHHRRRR."
Calpurnia got right in her face, holding her head up by the chin. "Now, do
you understand me?"
The young queen's lips trembled uncontrollably. "Yes mistress Calpurnia, I
understand, you are my mistress." Calpurnia smiled evilly and with another
fierce and sudden stroke, laid a fiery kiss across Cleopatra's right
breast, again right above the nipple. The young beauty screamed in pure
agony, her free swinging titties jumping and swinging violently as she
writhed in her restraints. As intended, Calpurnia had marred each one of
Cleopatra's fabled breasts with a deep laceration, blood flowing freely
from the open wounds. Calpurnia considered it as sort of a brand, proof of
ownership.
Calpurnia turned to the black slave. "Prepare her for travel as we
discussed, the queen is returning to Rome. She then turned back to the
kneeling young captive. "By the way Cleopatra, I forgot to mention that
Julius Caesar is dead." Cleopatra screamed hysterically. "NOOOOOO."
Throngs of cheering Romans lined the streets leading to the palace. The
procession was led by none other than Calpurnia herself, proudly driving a
chariot pulled by two magnificent white steeds. Right behind her was the
black slave, who was on foot, leading a feisty black stallion by the
reins. a still naked Cleopatra was unceremoniously tied, face up to the
underbelly of the snorting, fractious stallion.
She was held in place by ropes attached to her wrists and over the horse's
withers and to her ankles and over the horse's haunches. Another rope was
placed beneath her neck and over the horse's withers, forcing her face
flush against the great stallion's genitalia. Several rows of foot
soldiers marched directly behind Cleopatra. The crowd roared with laughter
and screamed obscenities right up until they entered the castle grounds.
Calpurnia barked orders to the several slaves and servants greeting the
procession. "Bathe and cleanse the whore and douche her well, then bring
her to my bed chamber." Marc Antony, dressed in full leather armor,
entered Calpurnia's bed-chamber. A surprised Cleopatra blushed, her dusky
colored face turning a deep scarlett. She was tied spread-eagled to
Calpurnia's large canopy bed, her legs splayed wide, vulgarly displaying
the heavy thatch of dark foliage at the apex of her thighs.
Cleopatra tried desperately to regain her composure, at least the best she
could under these circumstances. "Thank god your here Marc Antony, please
help me, Calpurnia has gone mad." He said nothing but regarded the once
haughty queen, now naked and helpless. His silence was unnerving, why
wasn't he outraged at her treatment? Why wasn't he releasing her from her
bondage? Cleopatra was desperate now. "By combining our forces, we can
conquer the world, think of it Marc Antony, the world can be ours."
He smiled. "My army can already conquer the world, it can also conquer
Egypt, why do I need you?" Proudly, despite her predicament she responded.
"Because with Egypt, you also get me."
"Look at me Marc Antony, I'm the most beautiful women in all the world,
men fall at my feet to worship me."
"Did that big black slave fall at your feet, Cleopatra?" His words cut
like a knife.
"Please Marc Antony, I can fulfill all your fantasies, just lay your hand
on my stomach, feel my skin, it's as smooth as silk." Instead, he not so
gently touched the open wound on her left breast. Cleopatra winced in
pain. "AAHHH."
"Tell me about the cuts on your titties."
"Please Marc Antony, don't make."........"AAAAHHHEEE." He poked the wound
on her right breast, even less gently, then repeated the question. "Now
tell me about the lacerations on your tits."
Fighting back sobs, Cleopatra attempted to speak. "Calpurnia has lost her
mind." Just then she saw Calpunia standing in the doorway holding the very
same instrument that had inflicted the damage to her breasts. "Mistress
Calpurnia whipped my breasts with a rod."
Marc Antony looked at Calpurnia and grinned. "How can she whip the Queen
of Egypt?"
Cleopatra's eyes flashed of fear as she looked at the menacing looking
woman standing in the doorway and then the fear turned to resignation.
"Calpurnia can whip my breasts for she is my mistress." A grinning Marc
Antony looked at Calpurnia and then bent down and kissed Cleopatra on the
lips and then he left. Cleopatra yelled to him until her voice became
hoarse. "Please Marc Antony, I love you....please come back to me...I am
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt...I am Cleopatra." Calpurnia stood over the
crest-fallen beauty. "Calm yourself Cleopatra, you have a visitor."
Brutus, who led the revolt and the ultimate murder of Julius Caesar
entered the chamber. He was grotesque and squat, his thickness somewhat
hidden by his loose fitting tunic. His mouth supported a sardonic smile.
"Nice to see you Cleo, I must say that you are looking mighty good today,
great complexion, must be the Rome weather. Cleopatra turned her face away
from the repulsive looking man. "That's no way to act, Cleo, if you don't
want to talk, then we'll get right down to the business." Brutus clapped
his hands twice and immediately two scantily clad slave girls entered,
each carrying a bucket. The first girl dipped a piece of felt into a white
sticky substance, holding it there until it was thoroughly saturated.
Next, she carefully wrapped it in a two-ply piece of white cloth. She held
the packing in her hand and whispered in Cleopatra's ear.
"I am going to place this in your mouth, the felt is soaked in fresh
stallion semen, if you don't close your mouth or squeeze on it, very
little of the semen will escape." "No, you can't do that to me, I won't
allow it." But they could do it to her, they had done it several times
before, but of course not to someone as regal and beautiful as Cleopatra.
The second girl squeezed Cleopatra's nose between her thumb and index
finger and pulled upwards, while at the same time using the other hand to
pull her chin downwards. Cleopatra was helpless to resist. The first girl
gently lowered the packing into the humid cave of her mouth. She then
placed a wide red scarf across Cleopatra's gaping mouth and secured it at
the nape of her neck. The red scarf did not touch or press against the
wadding, but ensured that it could not be dislodged.
Brutus reveled in his control over the young Egyptian beauty. "Is the
scent familiar, Cleo?"


"You were strapped to his belly only last night" He unfastened the cord
around his waist and slipped out of his tunic. He stood there naked, rolls
of flabby flesh encircling what was supposed to be his waistline, his
penis was small but bone hard, the head snarly and crooked. Brutus untied
Cleopatra's right leg, his prick stiffening even more as he touched her
slim, delicate ankle. He lifted her leg up and back towards her right
wrist until she resembled a wishbone, he tied a strip of leather around
her ankle and ran it to the bedpost, leaving her right leg suspended and
pointing straight to the ceiling.
Cleopatra's fabled charms were no longer a secret to the pudgy statesman.
he savored the smorgasbord of delectable, feminine flesh entirely at his
disposal. Brutus ran his hand through her thick, dark bush and then
teasingly down the entire length of the shadowed recess between her two
globes. An involuntary spasm rippled through Cleopatra's body. "Oh, thats
a good sign, did you enjoy my touch, Cleo?"
Brutus then touched the tip of his index finger against the brown crinkly
skin of her virgin anus, he teased and played with the small rosette but
did not attempt to penetrate the elastic band. Cleopatra lay still,
contemplating the worst, her gaping mouth tasting the first seepage of the
stallions seed. Brutus dipped his hand into the second bucket that had
been brought in by the slavegirls and brought out a handful of lard.
Cleopatra emitted gurgled, indignant protests as he spread the lard
liberally up and down the dark chasm between her ass-cheeks until it was
fully coated with the greasy substance. When Brutus inserted his well
oiled finger into her tight enclosure, Cleopatra groaned, her hoarse,
guttural protests now more alarming.
Humiliated, the young queen involuntarily grunted in unison with his
delving finger as it fucked her ass-hole, lubricating the insides of her
narrow, rear passageway. With preparations now out of the way, Brutus used

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one hand to raise her buttocks, for a better angle and the other hand to
guide his rigid spear towards it's tender target. His greedy pecker met
the small brown ring head-on, hesitating for one spilt second and then
with one brutal thrust pierced the slippery, puckered skin of Cleopatra's
anus, shooting scorching pain through the sensitive, defenseless tissues
of her rectal channel. Cleopatra screamed in sheer terror.
"AAAAAHHHHRRRR." She bit down hard on her rancid gag, sending horse semen
streaming into her mouth and down her wailing throat, her tawny-skinned
belly retching violently as the putrid fluid entered her resisting
stomach.
Brutus warned her. "Be still or you will choke on your very own vomit."
Brutus continued to plunder the inflamed orifice, searing and scraping raw
the inner walls of her intestinal tract with each thrust and withdrawal,
his driving cock now coated with a mixture of lard and blood. Cleopatra's
shrill screams and protests were now reduced to pathetic animal-like
mewings, her throat congested with bile and horse semen.
With each downward thrust, her tortured wafer widened to accommodate the
intrusion and puffed painfully outward as it clung tenaciously to each
withdrawal. Brutus pummeled her relentlessly, his pent-up testicles
bouncing off her lard smeared ass with each forward motion. Suddenly the
rotund statesman's body stiffened and he shouted. "Yes...yes you little
whore." His strokes were now, long, slow and deliberate, each one
delivering a blow to the young queens pride and each one filling her
bowels with his unwanted spunk. Calpurnia ordered that Cleopatra be taken
to the baths for washing and cleansing. The young lesbian slave girls
looked forward to this pleasurable task. They were already exercising
liberties with the fallen queen, greedy hands fondling her breasts and
massaging the tight, protruding spheres of buttocks as they led her away.
Calpurnia could hear child-like giggling all the way down the hall.
Shortly thereafter, a cute little slave girl, about sixteen years old and
wearing a short, white toga, trimmed with gold entered Calpurnia's
chamber, a broad smile still adorned her pixie face. The little cherub had
Cleopatra tied, collared, leashed and naked, save for the sandals she
wore. It was a fuming and reluctant Cleopatra that she tugged into the
room, but with her arms bound behind her at the wrists and elbows she
could offer little resistance.
Calpurnia was amused with this unusual situation, a teenage nymph towing a
naked Queen of Egypt on the end of a leash. "I heard the laughter, child,
what was so whimsical?" The young girl blushed and lowered her head. "Come
child, share your story."
"Well, mistress, it was really nothing. we were just kind of playing
around."
"My little brother, he's just thirteen and well, he thinks Cleopatra is
really pretty, so I squeezed her nipple really hard, until she got down on
her knees and kissed his, you know...his cock...and when she did, he
pushed it all the way in her mouth." "You should have seen the look on her
face." Calpurnia chuckled. "I know the look very well, child, now return
to your quarters."
Calpurnia, dressed in a fine silk gown was seated in her favorite chair. A
bound Cleopatra knelt before her, head bowed in submission, her laboring
bosom thrust into prominence by the strain on her arms. The raven-haired
beauty remained motionless while Calpurnia nonchalantly examined her
exquisitely shaped breasts. Only when she gouged the open wound on her
right tittie, did she respond.
"Please mistress...don't hurt me."
Calpurnia stood up and walked behind the still kneeling captive. "Those
are my marks on your titties, Cleopatra, are you proud of them."
"Yes mistress, very proud of them."
"Not your tits you fucking whore, the marks, are you proud of the marks?"
"Yes mistress, that's what I meant, I'm proud of the marks because they
prove that I belong to you."
"Very well, turn around and face your mistress." Like an obedient slave,
Cleopatra turned, remaining on her knees. She was surprised to find a
naked Calpurnia laying on the bed, her back resting against several large,
luxurious pillows, one leg bent at the knee and the other fully extended.
She held the same destructive rod that had been used to tear and mutilate
Cleopatra's tender flesh. "Come slave, come to the foot of my bed, but
remain on your knees."
Cleopatra struggled, walking on her knees, her free hanging twin orbs
oscillating out of control with each awkward step. Panting from exertion,
the young girl knelt on the floor at the foot of the giant bed, facing her
mistress. Calpurnia spread her own legs in a wide vee, revealing the
bulging mound of her love nook, the long slit covered with wisps of light
brown hair. "Now, come to me, slave, slither on your stomach like a
serpent."
Cleopatra hesitated momentarily, fighting the repulsion, then accepting
the inevitable. She raised up only enough to slid belly down onto the bed
and than began her snake-like twisting and turning movements until her
face was a few scant inches from Calpurnia's wanting pussy. Calpurnia
could see that Cleopatra's duties could not be properly performed tethered
as she was. She released the leather straps from her elbows.
Cleopatra sighed with relief. "Thank you mistress." Calpurnia played with
her new toy. "The great Cleopatra makes a better slave than she did a
queen."
"Put your nose in."
"What." WHIKK...The rod seared Cleopatra's left rump like a hot branding
iron.
"AAAAAAEEEEE."
"Don't ever question me again and I didn't hear mistress." Cleopatra was
shaken and in great pain. "No mistress...I mean yes mistress." Calpurnia
delighted in the young girls plight. "Now, for the last time, stick your
nose in my honey pot." "Yes mistress." Cleopatra wriggled up closer until
tufts of feathery pubic hair tickled her nose.
She maneuvered and pushed until her nose burrowed it's way through the
thick, rubbery lips of Calpurnia's exposed vulva. Calpurnia pressed on the
back Cleopatra's head until her nose was firmly wedged in the fringes of
her love pocket. "There you go, hold it right there."
"Now, take one deep breath, through your nose." The strong musky odor
burned the membrane as it whistled through her nostrils. "Good girl, now
another." "And another." "And another." "Thats enough for now, but you had
best remember my scent, in the future you may be required to identify me
out of a very large group, while blindfolded." "Failure to do so will
result in severe punishment." "Have you ever made love to a woman?
"No mistress, I havn't" "Well, you are the proclaimed goddess of love, I
am sure that you will do just fine, at least I hope so for your sake,
anyway." Cleopatra cowed as Culpurnia slashed the wiry rod into the bed
covers, right beside her prostrated form. Cleopatra wasted no time going
for Calpurnia's pea-size organ, she could already taste the early
secretions of her rapidly lubricating cunt as she flicked the pulsing clit
with the tip of her darting tongue. "AH, AH. no you don't, use your lips,
kiss it, pretend it's Marc Antony." Cleopatra pressed her succulent mouth
tenderly against Calpurnia's gaping pink slit and humbly paid homage to
her mistress.
She nibbled, flicked, licked and sucked the older woman into a wild
frenzy. Calpurnia's head was thrown back in pure ecstacy, her fingers
clawing into the bed covers like vicious talons. She prayed to the gods
that the euphoria would last forever but the impending explosion was not
negotiable. She stiffened and moaned, her gaping mouth gasping desperately
for air as her floodgates surrendered to Cleopatra's irrepressible tongue
lashing. Calpurnia's wildly constricting pussy spewed wave after wave of
her hot boiling juices until at last her reservoir was fully spent.
A purring Calpurnia took several minutes to catch her breath, allowing an
exhausted Cleopatra to lay submissively between her wide spread thighs,
her face hidden shamefully in the bed covers. After awhile, Calpurnia
pulled twice on a long braided cord, extending down from the ceiling.
Almost instantly, four young girls wearing slave tunics entered the room.
Only a few days ago it would have been absurd to even imagine that mere
slave girls would dare touch Cleopatra, the reigning Queen of Egypt, but
touch her they did. They manhandled her, dragging her from the bed, her
entire lower face glutted and smeared with the pearly essence of
Calpurnia's pungent smelling secretions. Her leather bindings were quickly
replaced with two lengths of chains. A six inch chain connected her wrists
behind her back and an eighteen inch chain connected her ankles, hobbling
her movement but allowing her to walk.
They forced a large ball of cloth material into her mouth and secured it
in place with a scarf which they tied firmly at the scruff of her neck.
Cleopatra twisted and pulled at her chains when they placed a black cloth
sack over her head, her rantings muted by her gag, "NNNNNGGGGNG."

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"NNNNNNGGGNG." Cleopata stood frozen, in muted darkness, at the mercy of
her captors,but none was forthcoming. The four of them horsed her into a
heavy, metal chastity belt. It consisted of three parts, all connected.
A thin metal belt encircled her waist, connected to that was a shield that
covered her entire pubic triangle, then an even thinner band was attached
to the bottom of the shield and ran between her thighs and then was drawn
deep and tight into her anal cleft and then padlocked to the back of the
belt. Just then the black slave who had helped Calpurnia with the
abduction came in carrying a leather collar and a leash to match.
Calpurnia smiled. "I see that you came prepared." "Have to keep your pets
under control." Calpurnia laughed out loud, speaking sarcastically. "Oh, I
think she's under control alright."
Calpurnia handed the chastity belt key to her trusted slave. "Here, you
are in complete charge of the whore, who gets to fuck her is entirely up
to you, you can keep her for yourself or pass her around to friends, but
you must keep her in the slave quarters."
"Yes mistress, I understand, I have a cage waiting for her, when she is
not being used for sex, she will be in her cage."
"Good, now when you leave here, use the tunnel, no one will see you that
way." The muscular slave attached the collar around Cleopatra's neck.
Blind, mute and hobbled the young captive was reluctant to move, but a
sharp jerk on her leash and she stumbled forward, almost falling when she
ran out of ankle chain. The once graceful and elegant queen, now was
awkward and unsteady, offering her back-side in it's spread cheek
vulgarity as she was led away by her new owner.
Later that day, Brutus, Marc Antony and Calpurnia stood together on the
castle's balcony addressing the crowd of Roman citizens gathered below.
Brutus acted as spokesperson for the group. "We are sad to announce that
Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt is dead. She was bitten by an asp and succumbed
to it's poison. As was her wish, her body will be cremated and her ashes
scattered into the Nile. A courier has been sent to Egypt to announce this
tragic event."
As the news of her death spread rapidly through the land, Cleopatra was on
her knees sucking black cock, her cheeks exaggerated and bloated by its
enormity. Her wrists were tied behind her back and she was naked except
for the heavy metal girth, it's hard edges biting and cutting into her
tender flesh. The big black man held Cleopatra by her tresses, plundering
her gagging throat again and again with his magnificent manhood.
"Mmmm...MMMM....M..mum..sluuurp." Mmmmm..MMMM..M..mum..sluuurrp." Her
cheeks puffed and deflated, puffed and deflated as he drove his bulky
invader in and out and in and out of her defenseless mouth.
"Mmm..MMM..M..mmm ..slluurp." With no outward emotion or indication from
the huge slave, his first hot blast caught Cleopatra by surprise.
"UUUUUUUGGGGGAAHH." She swallowed the load and tried to pull away, but he
pressed at the back of her head and filled her mouth again. And again. And
again. His pearly cream running furiously down her gagging throat. When he
finally withdrew, Cleopatra coughed and sputtered, spewing the black
slaves semen threw her nostrils and woebegone mouth, onto the floor below.
Cleopatra's limp form fell to the floor in a heap, the slave regarded her
for a moment, then left the once proud beauty to languish in the reservoir
of his secretions and her own bile.
From that time foward, Cleopatra was never again fucked by anyone other
than a slave. Occasionally, Calpurnia and some her lady friends would make
sport of her, utilizing her charms and obvious talents in their Sapphic
games.
So was the fate of Queen Cleopatra, goddess of love.