Teaser from Engaged & Enslaved (Slut University, Book One)

The rest of the week was more or less the same, the only real change being how many men she had to take during her private lessons and which holes they used the most. Friday it was five again, six including her instructor, and they used her cunt hard, leaving her with twelve loads dripping down her legs and the knowledge that she was not allowed to shower before Jake came to get her for the weekend. He was prepared, however, and had a towel on the passenger seat. Her bag had already been taken out to him, and so when her last lesson was done she went straight outside, eager to see him again. He was leaning against the car, waiting, and she practically flew down the stairs and in to his arms. He held her tight for a long while before saying,

“Let me get a good look at you.”

She took a step back and turned slowly, letting him take it all in. Jake loved the uniform on her, loved how it showed off every curve of her body. Doing something he had always wanted to, Jake said,

“Turn around and bend over, Allie.”

She was shocked, but did as she was told. Her skirt rode up and he could see the plug filling her tight little ass and her cunt lips, still puffy from use. Cum was still leaking out, and he smiled.

“You may stand up and get in the car.” He said, opening the door for her. Just because she was turning in to a total slut was no reason for him not to be a gentleman to her, at least some of the time. They got in and he headed for home.

“So, how many cocks did you take today?” He asked casually.

“Six, Sir.” The words sounded strange to her again, considering who she was speaking to.

“And how many loads of cum?” The questions didn't seem to phase Jake one bit. In fact, she could see his cock beginning to rise under his jeans.

“Twelve, Sir.”

“In which hole?”

“My cunt, Sir.”

“Very good. Have you taken cock anywhere else this week?”

“Yes, Sir. I've taken it in my slut hole and in my face fuckhole, Sir.” The answers were coming more naturally now.

“And have you taken cum in both?”

“No, Sir, I didn't take any in my face fuckhole. Only my ass and my cunt, and on my tits.”

Jake had never heard Allie – or any woman, for that matter – refer to her body parts in this manner, and it was all he could do not to pull over and take her on the side of the road.

“Did you enjoy taking it up the ass?”

“Yes, Sir, I enjoyed taking cock up my ass, and it felt good when they shot their cum inside it.”

“Very good! You've worn your plug all week?”

“Yes, Sir. I'm even starting to like it, Sir.”

“Wonderful. Now, Allie, from now on you will address me as Master unless I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?”

She was slightly shocked, but nodded and said,

“Yes, Master, I understand.”

“Good girl. While we are at home, you are to remain completely naked except for your heels, unless I give you something to wear. You are to apply your make-up each morning just as you do at school. When we go out, I will choose your clothing, and when we return you will go immediately to the bed room, strip and put away your clothing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

She had never heard Jake talk like this, or sound so authoritative, so in control, and she found that she liked it immensely. Calling him Master only felt strange to her because it felt so right, so natural, as did obeying him immediately when they got home. Allie went straight to the bedroom and stripped from her uniform, placing the top and skirt in the hamper. She was standing by the bed in nothing but her heels when he came in with her bag.

“Good girl.” He said, setting her bag by the door and walking to her. He ran his hands over her body and a little moan escaped.

“Aww, is my little nympho getting hot again?” He teased, knowing full well that she always responded to his touch.

“Yes, Master.”

“Yes, Master, what?” He asked, fondling her ample breasts.

“Yes, Master, your little nympho is getting hot again.” She replied, her voice trembling slightly.

“Then go into the living room and kneel on the towel on the couch, facing the back of it.” He'd always wanted to fuck her this way.

Legs shaking, Allie did as she was told. When she was in position, he told her to spread her cheeks and removed the plug. After being stuffed almost constantly all week and having had her ass fucked hard so many times, the plug came out easily. Jake walked around in front of her and pointed his hard cock at her mouth.

“Suck my cock, slut. Get it good and hard and wet.”

To her surprise, Allie was already salivating at the thought of having his cock – her Master's cock – in her mouth, and happily set to sucking it. He rested a hand on the back of her head as she bobbed and licked and sucked, taking it as deep as she could. Jake had never felt her suck his cock this way, never heard her moan so loudly around it, and found that he couldn't take it as long as he would have liked. He was going to have to get used to his fiancée being such a slut. He pulled his cock from her warm, wet mouth and she whimpered a little. He chuckled.

“Don't worry, you'll get to suck it more later.”

He positioned himself behind her and commanded her to spread herself once again. Wetting the tip of his cock from her still-dripping pussy, he poised it at her other hole and said,

“Do you know which hole I'm getting ready to use, slut?”

“Yes, Master. You're going to use my slut hole.” She answered, her voice thick with desire.

“Very good.”

With that, he began to push and was surprised at how easily his cock slipped in. She really was getting used to having her ass stuffed and used, and he was thrilled. He began to move, and instead of the whimpers he had been used to before, he heard her moaning. Quickening his pace, he said,

“Do you like that, slut?”

“Yes, Master.” She panted.

“I want to hear you say it. I want to hear my little slut talk dirty.”

“I love how your thick, hard cock feels in my slut hole, Master.” She began. “I've needed your cock so badly all week! Mmmm, yes, Master, your slut loves taking it up the ass! It feels so good, Master!”

“And I love what a dirty slut my future wife is turning in to! Look at you, bent over the couch, having your ass fucked and loving it. You like having your ass stuffed, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Master, I love having my ass stuffed!”

“Good, because you're getting a bigger plug in it when I'm done with it!”

Gripping her hips hard as the men at the university had done, Jake pounded in to her ass like he had always wanted, hard and fast, and she moaned loudly under him. He held off his orgasm for as long as he could, wanting to savor the experience before finally succumbing to the pleasure.

“I'm about to cum in your ass.” He said, his voice a low growl.

“Yes! Yes, please, cum in my ass, Master! Please cum in my slut hole! I need it, Master, please!” She begged, her mind once more foggy, barely able to focus on anything.

“Oh, god!” he groaned. She'd never begged before, for anything, let alone for him to cum in her ass, and it sent Jake over the edge, cock pulsing as he filled her completely with his load. He had just enough presence of mind as he climaxed to say,

“Cum for me, slut!”

Allie's hand quickly found her clit and before she knew it she was cumming hard, spasming as he continued to pump in and out of her tender hole. The feeling of his hot cum, her Master's hot cum, was different than any of the men who had deposited their load in her at school and she orgasmed again and again. When finally the waves turned to ripples, they both collapsed on to the couch. Jake held Allie close, stroking her hair, until they had both caught their breath. Then it was back up the way she had been, cheeks spread as he applied lube to the plug she had been sent home with. It was slightly larger than the one she had been wearing when he picked her up, just enough so that she would feel the difference. A little initial resistance, and then the plug slid in smoothly. Allie groaned, feeling it stretch and fill her. She was coming to really enjoy having her ass plugged.

“There, all full.” Jake said, patting the end of the plug. “Now, let's go clean up. I'm thinking dinner and a movie tonight.”

More than a teaser - the prologue from The Society Series, book 4, Vanished!

Just as I might never have published at all had it not been for the man who's memory this book is dedicated to, I wouldn't have gotten anywhere as a published author without awesome readers like you!  I was just sitting here, thinking about that, and thought, 'Ya know what?  I ought to post something longer from one of the books.'  As I'm working my way through the as-yet-untitled fifth book in the series, this seemed appropriate.  I'd love to hear what you have to say!

In contrast to the drive to The Manor, the two hour drive home seemed to fly by, and before I knew it we were pulling up in front of the house. I had been gone so long that it was almost like I was seeing it for the first time. The fact that Sean was indeed seeing it for the first time only furthered this feeling.

“So this is home.” Sean said, gazing up at the house as I walked around the Jeep to stand next to him.

“Yes, it is.” I replied with a little smile.

“American Queen Anne. It suits ye, little girl.”

I turned and gave him a surprised look.

“How did you know that?” I asked.

“I guess I've never had reason to tell ya. I've a degree in architecture.”

“Well, in that case you're really going to love this place! Would you like the grand tour?”

The slaves Francis was lending me had already arrived and Derek was busy seeing that everything was brought inside and put where it needed to go. He nodded in greeting and we headed up the stone path to the covered porch that spanned the front of the house and wrapped around the left side. I pulled open the heavy front door, admiring the refinished stained glass panel, and we stepped in to the large foyer. The twelve foot, dark wood paneled ceiling had been refinished, as had the matching panels on the walls and the cream marble floor polished to a high shine. All of the dark wood in the room might have been too much if it hadn't been for the cream color on the walls in between.

The large staircase was a brilliant mahogany, the deep red carpet running up the middle and covering the small landing unchanged. We stepped through the sliding panel doors to the left – something I'd had replaced – and in to a parlor that could have been right out of a history book. My eyes went wide and Sean let out a low whistle.

“Ye must've had an incredible designer, lass. This has been beautifully restored.”

“What I had was a crew of workers that could follow detailed instructions. I did the design plans myself.”

“I'm impressed.”

Though my household colors were black, burgundy and gold, the room was decorated mostly in green and gold to match the window seat cushion and the oriental style carpet set in the floor. The drapes were the same green and gold brocade as the cushion, and the Queen Anne couch and chair set I had found had been reupholstered in a deep green with gold accents. The fireplace had needed no work.

Across the foyer on the other side was the formal dining room, which had been left as I had found it, with dark wood wainscoting and a striped gold wallpaper above it. A small gold chandelier hung in the middle of the room and again there was a fireplace on the far wall. A long mahogany dining table sat in the middle of the room and the matching chairs had cushions covered with black and gold brocade.

Going through a doorway off to the left of the staircase at the back of the room, we entered a small hallway with a half-bathroom off to one side. It lead to the kitchen in the back of the house, which was large and airy with windows on each wall framed in antique lace curtains. The walls had been painted a sage green and the floor was hardwood now instead of tile.

The cabinets were a natural oak, counter tops a black granite. There was a round, rustic wood table with matching chairs, an electric oven with a gas range, a very large refrigerator and a dishwasher. All of these had wood facades that matched the cabinets to make them blend in. Off of the kitchen was a small butler's pantry that opened in to the dining room on the other side with charming little white cabinets on either side of the room and a pull out tray for resting dishes before serving them.

Going back in to the foyer, we went up the stairs to the second floor. It opened in to a good sized, long hall way with the same carpet running from one end to the other. On the far end to the right, taking up one side of the house from front to back was the master bedroom and off of that through French doors a lovely little porch with brick railing topped with wrought iron. There was a fireplace on one wall and polished dark wood flooring. The walls had been redone in the same wallpaper as the dining room above the new chair rail, and below that was a gold and burgundy print. A door had been cut in the wall to give access to a smaller room next door that had been remodeled in to a large master bath where as the door to the original bath had been plastered over and a door cut in to it from the hall way. Across from the fireplace was a king size oak canopy bed draped with gold and burgundy curtains. The room also had matching dressers and a black velvet covered love seat next to a floor to ceiling book shelf. A flat panel TV had been hung over the fireplace so that we could watch from either the bed or the couch.

“So, this is our room, isn't it lass.” He said as he looked around.

“Yes, it is. What do you think of it?”

“It's perfect.” He replied with a smile.

The master bath had golden and cream colored marble floor tiles and a matching counter around the his and hers sinks. The large, deep claw foot tub was set in to a corner, a loop of copper around the top for the shower curtain to hang from. There were little tile shelves along the wall behind the tub for candles, a a larger one with a towel rack for a washcloth. There was a warmer built in to the wall with a bath towel rack above it, and dressing room lights around a small vanity not far from the tub. A half wall covered in tile hid the toilet from view.

From there, I took him down the hall to the library. It was a cozy room with thick, deep blue carpet, dark wood paneling on the walls and ceiling, little brass sconces every couple of feet on the walls and a fireplace. This room also had French doors that opened on to it's own section of patio. A bit further there was a smaller room that had once been used as a nursery, with it's hard wood floors and pale blue walls. Next to it was a similar room with lavender walls. One had a fireplace and one didn't, and the Realtor explained that they had originally been one room that was the family's sitting room in the house, just as the master bedroom had been the mens billiards room in the house and the master bath had been the secretary's study. The small rooms I had left as they were for storage, or for when I had children of my own.

I explained how the previous owners had remodeled the second floor for the family instead of using the original family quarters on the third floor as we walked. That was where we went next and where the main staircase ended. The original master bedroom was right above the one on the second floor, running from the front of the house to about two three quarters back, where the original master bath was. It was very much like the newer one, with a huge claw foot tub and his and hers pedestal sinks with tables on one side of each and a towel rack on the other. There was also a lighted vanity as in the other one. Almost right next to the second master bedroom was the door to a bedroom that was only slightly smaller and also had its own fireplace. It was decorated in greens, blues and golds. I made the mental note that this would be Devon's room, since no furniture had been ordered for it yet.

Further down the hall were three other bedrooms, smaller than the second one. One of them had been turned in to a training room, one in to a room for Cunt, or whatever slave happened to be my favorite and the other in to a small guest room, all of them cream with dark wood accents. From there we took the servants stairs up to the attic, which was just one large room that spanned the entire house, with the ceiling slanted on either side. The whole thing had new insulation and drywall, as well as a refinished wood floor. There were several dormer windows that allowed plenty of light, with curtains to help keep it warmer or cooler as needed. At one end of the room two small bathrooms had been built, each with sink, toilet and shower stall. Slightly larger than normal twin sized beds took up the majority of the room, with enough space left for a nightstand by each and a path down the middle. Each bed had a chest at the foot of it for the slave's clothing and other personal items, if they were allowed to have such.

“Twelve beds? Ya intend ta have a large household, don't ya lass.” Sean said with a slight laugh.

“Well, yes, but also wanted to be able to provide someplace for the slaves of guests if they are not sleeping in the same room.”

“Ah, that makes sense. Ye have a beautiful house here, Annie, and I'm proud ta share it with ya.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I felt myself blush a little at the compliment.

“Now, if ya don't mind, I'm starvin'!”

I laughed and led the way back to the kitchen for our first meal in our new home.

***

The first week or so back at home I was busier than I had thought I would be. On the second day back I had taken Cunt to see Frederick and he had suggested that she be sent to the nearby slave maternity home as she was close to delivery. Without her at home, I found myself preparing most of the meals and enjoying doing so. I ordered a bed, dresser, night stands, lamps, book shelves, a desk with matching chair and a small couch for Devon, rush delivery, within three days of being home.

For the most part my days consisted of working on notes for up coming presentations and arranging to go to local slave auctions for household staff. In the evenings, Sean and I swam in the small pool in the yard and enjoyed the end of summer weather. Francis and his wife were frequent visitors, and the use of some of their household slaves was much appreciated. One evening, after being home about a week, Sean and I were watching the sun set from the front porch when a thought hit me out of the blue.

“It needs a name.” I said, catching him off guard.

“What does?” He replied, confused.

“The house. Most society houses have one.”

“I'd never really given it much thought, but yer right lass. We'll call it Julie.”

“What?! No, not that kind of name.” I said with a laugh.

“No, I know, 'tis just the first thing that came ta mind.”

I thought for a moment, tossing several ideas before I said,

“Stormhold.”

“Stormhold? I like it, it's regal just like the house. How'd ya come up with that?”

“It's from a fantasy movie that came out a few years back. We'll have to watch it some time.”

“Indeed. I can'na remember the last time I watched a movie.”

“Well, we will have to do that soon. I should have it on the shelf in the bedroom.”

The next morning had dawned stormy, providing the perfect excuse for us to take a day for ourselves. We curled up in bed and spent the day watching movies, starting with the one that had given me the name for the house. We were on our third movie, some time after lunch, when the door bell rang. As Derek was at his own house, though he had an office in mine, and we did not have any borrowed slaves at the time, Sean offered to answer it.

“Ya look too comfortable there, lass. I'll get it.”

I listened to the soft pat-pat of his feet on the floor as he moved through the hall and down the stairs to the hall way, finding the sound comforting. When he reached the door he opened it without thinking, as there had been so many deliveries as of late. However, this time it was not a delivery. Standing there on the porch, soaking wet and holding an umbrella, was Devon. Sean unknowingly glared at him as he stood there dripping. Devon looked at him expectantly, and after a moment realized that Sean didn't know he was supposed to be there. A wicked little smile split his face and in a cheery tone he said simply,

“Honey, I'm home.”

Happy Humpday! Teaser from At The Manor, Part One

 They were quickly devoid of garments, each sporting a bare pubic region and partially erect cock that I could tell would be more than satisfying despite their semi-flacid state. I could feel my body beginning to tingle just from the sight of them, and so, placing my wine glass on the bedside table, took a deep breath and said,

“I assume Susan told the two of you what I would like?” They nodded, and my control over what happened in my bed ended there.

Andy grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me from the bed, looping his arms through mine and effectively trapping me against him. Sean moved around the bed to where we were and pulled the robe open, then took his time in looking me over. He nodded to Andy, and next thing I knew I was fully naked and bound over a small, padded table that they had brought in while I was in my bath. My legs were spread, a small, angled pillow was placed under my hips to keep them at just the right height and my breasts had been pushed through holes that were just the slightest bit too small. I made a mental note of this unique form of breast bondage just before a pair of clamps dug in to my nipples and impaired my ability to think clearly. Andy stepped in front of me and presented his cock to me as Sean ran a hand over my pussy, wiggling a finger in to my slit and finding me wet already.

I happily opened my mouth and began to suck on the cock in front of my face, thoroughly enjoying the taste of a man for the first time in I don't know how long. He moaned and wrapped my hair around one hand, pushing his cock in deeper. Sean found my clit and began to play with it while spreading me open with his other hand and inserting two fingers in to my pussy. I moaned loudly around the cock in my mouth and Andy gave a little chuckle that had just a hint of cruelty to it.

“Sounds like this little slut is really enjoying herself.” He said, pushing his cock even further in to my mouth and down my throat just a little.

“Oh, for certain she is. Her cunt's drippin' wet already.” Was Sean's reply. “Though I bet I know what she really wants.”

He slapped my ass hard on each side.

“Ya want my cock in yer tight little hole, slut?” He said in a teasing tone and I nodded my head as best I could while sucking hungrily on Andy's throbbing cock.

Andy pulled out of my mouth, yanked my head up by the hair and said,

“Ask for it then, you horny little bitch. Beg for it.”

I shuddered with pleasure and anticipation at his words and his tone.

“Please, may I have a cock in my pussy? Please, please let me have your cock in my pussy?” The words seemed foreign yet natural and I could feel my own juices begin to drip down my thighs. He yanked a littler harder on my hair and said,

“I said beg, slut!”

“Please, please put your cock in me! Please, I need your cock, I need to be fucked! Please let me have your cock!”

“That's better!” They said in chorus.

Before I knew what was happening, Andy had shoved his cock back in to my mouth and Sean had slammed his in to my pussy. I felt waves of pleasure wash over me as they simultaneously pounded in to my body, fucking back against Sean as best I could while bound to the table. After a while, he reached around me and began to play with my clit again and I could feel orgasm building. Andy sensed this and began to work his cock down in to my throat, cutting off my ability to breath while Sean fucked me harder and rubbed furiously at my clit.

When I was right on the edge, Andy pulled back and just as I took a huge gulp of air, the orgasm hit me. My screams of ecstasy were cut short by Andy's cock being pushed back in to my mouth and I began to suck hard once more, without even thinking about it. As Andy fucked my mouth in a way very similar to how Sean was fucking my pussy, I was pushed over the edge to a second orgasm at the same time that I felt them both emptying their loads in to me. This only served to arouse me further, making the orgasm much more intense.

It didn't end there. Before sitting down to catch their breath, Andy attached a small yet high powered vibrator to my clit. They watched from the bed as I moaned and writhed in my bondage, cum leaking from my freshly fucked twat and my lips swollen from the abuse my mouth had taken. After what seemed like forever to me, I heard one of them unzip a bag and take something from it. I didn't know what it was until I felt Sean behind me, lubing the large butt plug with the juices leaking from my pussy.

Andy grabbed each of my ass cheeks firmly and spread them wide, eliciting a loud moan from me that only rose in volume as I felt the large toy being pressed firmly against my as-yet unused hole. There was a sharp pain as it forced my body to stretch to its girth, and then it was in, stuffing my tight little asshole completely. It was then that I was unbound and placed on my back on the bed, my head hanging over the edge. Andy was now between my legs, his cock hardening again and Sean was rubbing the tip of his own partial erection over my lips, prodding my mouth open. I swirled my tongue around it until it was long and firm once more while Andy rubbed his up and down my wet and swollen pussy.

The angle my head was at was just right so as to allow Sean to push his cock in to my mouth and strait down my throat with minimal resistance, and I gagged only a little as he did so. Andy took his turn with my pussy, pushing in to me just as slowly as Sean was pushing his in to my throat, until I was completely impaled on their massive cocks from both ends. The combination of their cocks filling my cunt and mouth, and the large plug up my ass was enough to push me over the edge right there and I convulsed under them as I orgasmed again. As though it had all been choreographed, they slowly and simultaneously fucked me, the long, slow thrusts driving me wild with desire. They pushed me to the edge and held me there for some time before the cock in my mouth was once more pushed deep enough to prevent breathing and the one in my pussy began to pound in to me hard.

I arched off the bed involuntarily, cumming hard and almost forcing Andy's cock out of my pussy with it's convulsions. Both cocks were slammed deep in to their respective holes as they began to pulse and shoot their hot cum in to my body. Sean's cock was so far down my throat that I had no choice but to swallow it, though I knew I would have chosen that on my own if given the chance. Andy's cock was pumping a large load in to my pussy and the feel of it was heavenly.

Teaser from Slut University Series Book One, Freshman Year: Engaged and Enslaved

This teaser is from my second series, Slut University.  This series is shared universe with The Society Series, and eventually there may be some cross over between the two.  I'm doing this series in a rather unique way.  It is broken down in to "years" - freshman, sophomore, junior, senior.  Each year will consist of four novellas that will eventually be combined in to one larger book to make a set of four.  This series focuses on Jake and his fiance, Allie.  Jake has been married once before, to a rather prudish woman who berated him for his needs and desires.  Now, he's determined to mold his sweet, willing Allie in to his perfect slut.  The teaser scene below is taken from Allie's first day at the University.


It was two hours until dinner, and next on Allie's schedule was private instruction. Heading to the third floor, where most of the private rooms were, Allie found the one she was supposed to report to and knocked gently on the door. A very attractive man opened it, and she stepped inside. The room was slightly larger than the bedroom she shared with Brenda. On one side was a desk and chair, on the other an odd, padded table with adjustable legs. The man wasted no time, immediately ordering Allie to bend over the table. She sat her things down and obeyed.

“Jake indicated on the intake survey that he is the only man you have ever been with. That is going to change. As a slut, you will take as many cocks as he wants, starting with mine. You will also not be allowed to climax until I give you permission, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking.

He pulled his large cock from his pants and slowly pushed it in to her, feeling the butt plug through her thin wall as he did. Leaning down, he said,

“I'm going to fuck you like what you are, Allie, and I'm going to cum deep inside your cunt. When I ask you what you are, you will answer me by saying you are a dirty slut.”

Righting himself, he began to pump in and out of her tight hole, holding on to her hips for leverage. Allie's mind was racing – she had a strangers cock in her pussy, and it felt so good, but she couldn't help but think that it wasn't Jake's. As he began to fuck her harder the pleasure she felt built and it became hard to think. Suddenly, he said,

“What are you?”

“I...I'm a dirty slut, Sir.” She replied, panting.

“Does my cock feel good, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock feels good, Sir.”

“Be more explicit, slut.” He ordered, fucking her harder still.

“Your cock feels good in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Your tight little cunt feels good on my cock too, slut.”

He pounded in to her without mercy, asking her several more times what she was and each time she replied as she had been told. Her pussy ached for an orgasm, and yet she knew better than to touch herself. After nearly twenty minutes, he said,

“I'm going to cum, slut. I'm going to cum deep in this tight hole of yours. Tell me you want it.”

“I want your cum in my cunt, Sir.”

“Good girl! Here it comes!”

He fucked her hard, shoving his cock as deep as it could go as he shot his hot load in to her. She felt it begin to fill her and without thinking she said,

“May I please cum, Sir?”

“Yes!” He grunted, and her orgasm swept over her, her muscles clamping down on his cock and milking more of his cum from it as she climaxed hard.

A few moments passed before he pulled out of her to clean himself up. She could feel his cum begin to dribble out of her cunt and down her thighs, just as Jake's had done the day before. Allie moved to stand, but he pushed her back down with a hand firm on her back.

“You're not done yet, young lady.” He said firmly. “Your personalized curriculum says you will be starting with four cocks a day, three in your cunt and one in your slut hole. The others will be here in just a moment.”

Allie's heart began to pound as the reality of her situation hit her. Jake really was having her turned in to a slut. Though much of what she had been through already was embarrassing, she had become aroused by it. She felt sexy in the tiny uniform, high heels and heavy makeup. Being fucked by a man she had just met had been incredibly hot, and even sucking a fake cock in a room full of other girls hadn't been so bad. Now, as the strangers cum leaked down her legs, she waited. Shortly, they were joined by three other men she had never seen before.

“Guys, this is Allie.” She heard the instructor say. “You know what to do.”

The first man stepped up behind her, cock at the ready, and pushed deep in to her waiting pussy. He was about as big as the first, and she moaned. He pulled her tiny shirt up to reveal her tits and, holding on to them for leverage, began to fuck her hard. In mere seconds she was moaning loudly, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

“That's it, slut.” The man growled. “Fuck back on my cock! Tell me what you need!”

“I need your cock, Sir!” She panted, half delirious. “I need my cunt fucked, Sir!”

“I know you do, you filthy slut! And I know you want me to cum inside of you, don't you slut?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Say it, bitch!” He commanded, increasing his speed.

“I want you to cum deep inside my cunt, Sir! Please cum in my cunt!”

“Good girl!” He grunted as he felt his orgasm building. Soon, he was shooting his load as deep inside her as the first had and she was pleading for an orgasm of her own. However, her requests were declined and so she desperately fought it back, thankful when the man pulled out.

“Damn, she's got a tight hole.” He said to the others as he cleaned himself.

“I bet her ass is even tighter, even though she's had that plug in all day.” Said the third, moving up behind her.

He pulled the plug slowly from her tiny hole, set it aside and lubed his cock in her pussy.

“You ever had a cock in your ass, slut?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her anxiety was clear in her voice.

“How many times?”

“Not many, Sir.”

“Reach back and spread your cheeks, slut. This is what you will do whenever someone indicates they want to fuck your slut hole. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She obeyed and with one swift thrust his huge cock was buried in her tight rear passage. Though she yelped as her ass was filled, it hadn't hurt nearly as much as she had expected from previous experience due to the plug having stretched her open just a little. Just as the men before him had with her cunt, he began to fuck her ass hard. Once more, Allie moaned in pleasure as her body was used.

“You like that big cock up your ass, slut?” He said, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in to her.

“Yes, Sir!” She gasped.

“Say it!”

“I like your huge cock up my ass!” She groaned.

“Again!” His thrusts grew slightly faster.

“I like your huge cock up my ass!”

Over and over he made her say this as he used her tight hole, fucking her harder and faster as he felt his climax approaching.

“Do you want my cum in your ass, slut?” He asked, shoving his cock in to the hilt and holding it there.

“Yes! Yes, Sir! Please, Sir, I want your cum in my ass!” Allie panted, the training already starting to kick in.

He began thrusting once more as she shamelessly begged for his cum in her ass, her slut hole. It wasn't long before he gave her exactly what she wanted, spraying his thick load deep in her ass. She could feel the hot liquid, feel it stinging slightly from the salt, and once more began to beg for an orgasm.

Teaser Time! Brand new material from Becoming Charity

Now that the edited version is close to being available, I want to share with you, dear reader, some of what I added.  This teaser is the new prologue, revealing a bit more about The Society and Annie's journey to accepting the practice of "acquiring" slaves.  Enjoy!

At first it had been shocking. We're all taught that slavery of any kind is wrong. It's a dark chapter in the history of any country, one that most people seem to prefer not to think about. This hadn't seemed any different, and to be honest, when The Society was founded it really wasn't. Very few had come in to it completely of their own free will. The techniques were extremely primitive I was amazed that this underground community had made it more than a few years. I could barely get my mind around the ways people had brought new slaves in to it. There were no rules, no guidelines, nothing to protect those on either side of the whip. It was downright scary. As with all things, however, The Society had evolved with the times. The concept of one living creature being truly less than another began to fade and the concept of slaves and such began to fall more in to the sort of social hierarchy that has existed in all cultures throughout time.

Within two decades of the founding of The Society there were breeding farms producing high quality, willing slaves for those who could afford them. That was the catch, though. One had to be able to afford them, and at the time there were few regulations on the pricing. Unscrupulous traders set their prices so that only the wealthiest could afford them, claiming to have the highest quality slaves descended only from the very first slaves acquired when The Society began. Acquiring, or abducting, new slaves was still the more common practice. Some women were sold into Society slavery by their families in times of financial hardship - which was often - as an alternative to selling them to brothels. Some found themselves there after being unable to repay a debt or committing some sort of petty crime. The ones who to those who had known them simply vanished in the night could have been taken for any number of reasons. With the stark differences in the social classes of the times, this had been an easier concept for me to come to terms with.

Mind you that even before my formal training began I was more than comfortable with the idea of consensual submission and slavery. That's how I had found my way in to a Society Mentorship in the first place. But the idea of forcibly taking someone and making them a slave still weighed heavy on my mind. At least until I got through the first several chapters of Society history. It took nearly a hundred years, but eventually rules had been put in place. It took a little longer for there to be more than a couple that looked out for the safety of the one being acquired, but they were there. By this time there had long been rules and regulations for the sale of born slaves and auctions at the breeding farms had gained widespread popularity. With this came a downturn in acquisitions, making the problems with this tradition far more obvious to those in power. The cruelest methods of breaking down and training an acquired slave were outlawed and harsh punishments enforced on the Owners who used them. It helped that more people were finding their way in to Society slavery at least some what willingly.

The early nineteenth century saw a global downturn in the slave trade and as such forced The Society to take a good look at its accepted practices. Suddenly I found I had far less of an issue with the idea of acquiring slaves as this practice became less popular. With the new regulations, most found it preferable to attend the auctions and purchase slaves that had been born in to it, especially as a wider range of set prices were put in place, making this a more viable option for the masses. For those who did still use acquisition to add to their stables the rules were tightened significantly. No longer could these slaves be kept in dismal conditions, be starved or beaten within an inch of their lives. Clothing or covering of some kind was required for them in cold weather. While they were still essentially human livestock, before this it was common for their Owner's cows and sheep to be treated better than they were.

Cue the modern era. Protocols were put in place to ensure the safety of The Society, the Owners within it and any new slaves they acquired. Groups were formed with the sole intention of tracking acquired slaves who managed to escape or to help cover the tracks of an Owner acquiring a new slave. At this point in my education I had acquired slaves pointed out to me by my Mentor. I didn't even need that to be able to see the differences between them and those who had been born in or come in on their own. Some were happy and relatively well adjusted, but most seemed to have a haunted look in their eyes. Most of them had visible scaring that I could identify as having come from a variety of tools and some even had clearly displayed brands of such low quality that I had to wonder if they had been cared for at all while healing. It seemed to me that there had to be a way to make sure that your newly acquired slave didn't spend the rest of their life behaving like a scared, semi-disfigured animal, but hours of research resulted in very little. That's what set me on the path to where I am today.

Submission and Arousal

Warning: For those who know me personally, you're likely about to find out a whole bunch of shit you never knew about me, and possibly never wanted to.  Just a heads up.

Life is a funny thing.  I spent a large portion of yesterday working on notes and outline ideas for the fifth book in The Society Series.  One thing I knew I wanted to work on including right away was Annie's training with Sean.  In At The Manor parts one and two, we see her become aroused by one simple, largely non-sexual thing - submitting to him.  Once she gets past the lingering fear she has from her past, the idea of giving over control to him is more arousing than anything he could physically do to her, and that's a level of eroticism I want to delve deeper in to.  Annie is an extremely strong, fiery, stubborn and independent woman who has made a life for herself developing and implementing slave training techniques.  She's the type to take charge in a crisis.  She specializes in dealing with difficult slaves, the kind many wouldn't give a second thought to.  And she becomes totally, completely, undeniably aroused by handing over the control she has fought so hard for to him.  Oh yeah.  I can hear you calling bullshit from here.  This has to be pure fantasy - it is, after all, from a kink erotica novel.  No way in real life would a woman like Annie go weak at the knees simply from the idea of giving over control to someone else, man or woman, no matter how good looking.

Alright.  Let's take a look at real life.  I consider myself fairly accomplished.  I've owned my own business since I was twenty-three, adding my second at twenty-eight (I'm twenty-nine now).  I teach.  I'm working on my seventh novel, with the prospect of some non-fiction pieces on the horizon as well.  I'm relatively well known in my home town, though not always by name for a number of reasons.  I'm stubborn to a fault, fiercely protective of my friends and family and not one to bite their tongue when it comes to sharing my opinion.  I have also experienced exactly what I write about there first hand.  It's rare, sure.  Very, very few men (and only one woman) have ever had the "Sean effect" on me, but when it happens, it's incredible.  One word, one look, and the crotch of my pants would be drenched.  Heaven help me if I was wearing a skirt at the time.  That look, that word?  Most commonly there is nothing sexual to it at all.  It's that look that says "I own you." or "I control you."  It's not so much what is actually said as it is the tone of voice, and the attitude of the person saying it.  It's that feeling I describe in this bit from At The Manor:

 Never had someone been able to make me feel so much by speaking only one word at a time. It was as though some unseen force had control of my limbs as I sank to my knees in the soft, dewy grass.

In my experience, it's been very much this way.  Sure, there has been that little voice in my head yelling "what the fuck are you doing!", especially in the beginning.  But in those moments there is nothing I can do but obey.  Not because of any threat, spoken or otherwise, nor any agreement.  It was for no other reason than because he said so.  Yes.  It's that simple.  It's hard to explain it any further, though I wish I could.  The feeling goes from head to toe, engulfing the entire body.  It's an electric tension, radiating and causing you to feel your heartbeat in places you either didn't know you could or hadn't in ages.  Since that first taste of it when I was eighteen, I've been hooked.  I can't help it, and I don't want to.  As I've grown, my desire to submit has grown right along with me.  Now, here's the twist - I'm a switch.  I've had two of my own submissives in the past, one male and one female.  I'm pretty sure I can still make him twitch and turn red with just two little words.  He was a large man, resembling a football player, and a good bit older than me, and that didn't matter.  He knew who he answered to.  I'll never forget, at least two years after we parted ways, getting a phone call from him out the blue.  He was calling to thank me for something I had taught him, as it had just played a part in landing him a major promotion at work.  I couldn't have been more proud.

Too many people confuse the desire to submit with willing to submit to anyone.  I've been at parties before where I was wearing a collar - sometimes given to me by my Dom, other times just an accessory - and had some asshat wannabe dominant come over to me and try to tell me what to do.  My reactions have ranged from laughing and walking away to looking strait at the man and saying, "Do you see your collar around my neck?  I don't think so."  I've been told I can't "really" or "truly" submit because I'm also able to be (and quite enjoy being) the dominant partner at times.  It has been only for the sake of good manners that I haven't told these close minded idiots off on the spot.  I'm just as capable of fully submitting as one who's never been on the wielding end of a whip.  If I want to.  I've been told I just haven't met the right guy that can make me "really" submit.  Oh, I beg to differ.  I've had my Sean, more than once.  Most people only ever see my dominant side.  Friends have laughed and cracked jokes at the thought of me being told what to do by my significant other.  I just smile and let them keep thinking that.  Those who have found themselves with the ability to control me on this level have taken great pleasure in having someone like me willing to submit to them.

I digress, however.  Submission and sex are frequently linked.  They don't have to be, but it does add a degree of fun.  In my experience (I know, I know, I keep saying that), submission and arousal are almost always linked.  Let's take a little trip back in time for another real life example.  I'm eighteen.  I've been hanging out in a hot tub with the man who would become my first Master (though we are nothing more than friends at this point), and become a bit over heated, so I'm sitting on the steps going up in to it.  He doesn't ask if I can walk.  Doesn't ask if I need anything.  He gets out behind me, hands me a towel and says two little words.  Don't move.  In the few minutes I am alone while he gets me water, I barely even blink.  In the back of my mind, I'm wondering why.  I'm also trying to figure out the sudden non-hot tub related wetness between my legs.  It wouldn't be until several weeks later that I would even begin to have an answer to that, and for years I've tried to figure out why it does what it does to me.  As the years passed, I got to the point where the mere idea of submitting to the right person, being totally in their control - if only for a little while - drives me wild.  I'll even admit that one of them is Sean.  I totally have a crush on my own character.  All the rest, as few as they are, happen to be real people.

It does happen.  A strong woman can find complete bliss in submitting to the person of her choosing, and once she does, the control she is used to having over her life is gone.  Sure, she may frequently make her own decisions, but that person's control is always there, and she knows it.  A woman who is dominant in her everyday life can become inexplicably aroused by the delicate chain collar around her neck, right in the middle of a meeting.  A powerful woman's happy place can be kneeling at the feet of the One who controls her as they watch television in the evening.  And it is totally and completely possible to become aroused to the point of inability to walk or speak or think clearly just by having that person completely strip away the power and control you have during your every day life.

Looking Back at Becoming Charity

I let myself have the weekend off from actual writing, thinking I could give my brain a bit of a break.  You see, when I really get going, the scenes seem to play in my mind and it's as though I'm simply a fly on the wall, watching, my hand furiously typing away to get it all down on the page.  Sure, I start out on a new piece with a basic outline for the plot, but that's about it.  I love when this happens.  I'll go back and read over what I have and often find myself thinking, 'wow, I wrote that?'.  Ok, back to that whole giving my brain a break thing.  Yeah.  It didn't happen.  As has become more and more frequent, I found my mind wandering back to the first book I published, The Society: Becoming Charity.  What I was once so proud of has become a literary thorn in my side.

I began writing it nearly seven years ago.  It was a release, a way to deal with some things that were going on in my life.  I had no intention of it being published, ever.  I shared bits on a couple of different sites and with a few friends, and that was it.  Then my friends who had read it began telling me I should look in to getting published, and finally I did.  I worked hard to get the book to a good ending point, found a publisher who would take something that didn't have a romantic sub-plot and that was written in the first person instead of the third.  I was thrilled when it was accepted, waiting eagerly for it to go live.  Then came the second and third books.  It was somewhere between their publication dates that I began to wonder about the first book, started to think it might not be the best it could have been.

It really hit me when I had the compilation book The Society: The First Three published.  I went back through all three to double check for typos, continuity errors, etc.  I found myself reading through the first one and cringing more often than not.  Now, I know most artists are their own worst critics, and that people say you'll never be completely happy with your work.  Since I can be a perfectionist, I set a goal for myself in order to know when a piece was ready for publication.  It's when I can read through and have it be something that I would buy, read and enjoy myself.  I'm a picky reader, especially when it comes to erotica, so this seemed a reasonable goal.  It's worked.  Unfortunately, that goal was set after my first had been published and now I find that it doesn't live up to that standard.  Now, after a long while of thinking it over, I've finally started.

I copied the original content in to a new file and dove in, scalpel in hand.  Overly harsh or extreme scenes will be reworked.  Repetitive scenes will be cut and glossed over.  New scenes will be added to give the book a good, solid plot as well as to allow the characters to become more fully developed.  I refuse to be embarrassed by the book I was once so proud of any longer, and it is my sincere hope that you, dear reader, will not hold this against me.  I was young and angry when it began, and in my determination to be published, I gave you something sub-par.  Believe me when I say I can hear the voices of my English teachers back through the years, and they're all saying the same thing.  "What were you thinking!!"  I am not sure when the edited version will be available, but hopefully it will be soon, and followed by the fourth book in my The Society series, Vanished!

To those of you who actually read the original first book all the way through, you have my thanks and my apologies.  For those who put it down after the first few pages, I understand completely, and I sincerely hope you might give it a second chance when the edited version becomes available.  I'm planning to post some of the edited bits here so that you can decide if it will be worth it to you or not.

Now, enough living in the past!  Time for me to get back to work, the sooner to give you wonderful readers something you can really enjoy!

Teaser for my fourth The Society book, Vanished!

Wow. Once again, it's been entirely too long. To be fair to myself, I did just start another business venture, and that's been taking up much of my time. About two weeks ago, the writing bug bit me again and I went from having around 4,000 words written for the fourth book to nearly 60,000. Yeah, it's been a productive couple of weeks! I'm very pleased with where this one is heading, though it's taking the series in a different direction. There may be some major editing of the first books when this one is done. There's a bit more romance, some intrigue and espionage, and if you're as much a fan of Annie and Sean as I am, some scenes that may well tug hard at your heart. Of course, you can expect more of the hot, kinky fun as well! Anyway, here's a little teaser for you, taken from chapter 10. Enjoy!

"I want ta kiss ye, little girl." His eyes had gone that familiar dark green.

"I'm yours." Was all I said, and then his lips were on mine. I pushed against him, deepening the kiss.

What fear was still there was battling with my growing desire, and Sean could feel it. Breaking off our kiss, he said,

“Are ye alright, pet?” Hearing that nickname again made me shiver.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Somethin' I said?” I nodded and he smiled. “My sweet pet.” I shivered again. “Ye like that?”

“Yes, Sir.” My voice shook.

“There's somethin' else I've been wantin' ta say ta yew, little one, and I've a feelin' ye have an idea what it is.”

My breath caught in my throat, thoughts racing no matter what I did to try to slow them.

“I love ye, Annie.” As easily as he'd caused my thoughts to race, he stopped them in their tracks.

“I love you, too.” I whispered without hesitation and his lips were on mine once more. Desire was winning out over fear.

“I din'na want ta push ye.” He murmured when we came up for air.

“Please, Sir.”

“Are ye sure?”

“I don't wanna be afraid anymore.”

“Pull down tha sheets, love.” He got up and turned off the lights, the sunset coming through the sheer curtains the only illumination left. Shaking, I did as he asked.

I lay down again, the sheets cool against my skin. Sean stood by the bed, just looking at me for a few moments before he lay down next to me, propped up on his side.

“I din'na want ta hurt ye.” He said quietly. “And I'll nae go any faster than ye want me to.”

I nodded. He leaned in to kiss me again and I moaned just a little. I was fighting with the images in my head, trying to force them out and loosing. He felt the difference.

“Wha'is it?”

“Images. I need to hear your voice, please.”

“Please what, pet?” His voice was gentle, coaxing.

“Please, Sir.”

“Good girl. That's my sweet girl, my pet.” He spoke softly, his fingers tracing a path from my cheek, down my neck and around my left breast. I gasped, my nipple tightening more the closer his fingers came to it.

“It's puckerin' for me, lass. Dew ye want me ta touch it?” He was making large, slow, teasing circles around it.

“Yes, Sir.” His finger barely brushed over the tip and I groaned. The right one was starting to ache and I arched towards him. That same finger was making it's way to my right nipple, leaving a tingling in it's wake. He circled that one as he had done the left, and getting the same reaction.

“Please...” I whimpered.

“Please, what, pet?

“Please touch my nipple, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He brushed the right just as lightly as he had the left. I arched, wanting more and he pulled his hand back.

“Look at ye, little girl, so needy. D'they hurt?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Ye poor thing. My poor, sweet girl.”

Sitting up a little, he took one breast in each hand and began to squeeze lightly, almost kneading them. I moaned and arched, my hands making their own kneading motions on the sheets.

“How ready fer me are ye, pet?”

“I...I don't know.” I could barely think.

“You don't know, what?”

“Sir.” I couldn't quite manage a full sentence.

“Spread yer legs fer me, then, pet.”

Slowly I did as he asked. He could see me shaking.

“It's alright, little one. Just a bit more. It's alright, I'm not goin'ta hurt ye.”

His hand slid down across my stomach to cup between my legs. I let out a trembling moan.

“I can feel yer heat, pet. I bet yer wet fer me already. Dew ye want me ta check?”

“Uh huh!”

“Ye'll have ta dew better than that, little one. Dew ye want me ta see how wet ye are?”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

“Yes, please, what?”

I repeated myself, louder.

“Nae, pet, I think I need more this time.”

“I...I don't...” I was foggy with desire and confused.

“Say please, Master.”

I froze, and he could see me tense.

“It's alright, Annie, it's jest me. I jest want ta hear ye say it.”

“Pl...please, Master.”

He squeezed and I whimpered again.

“One more time, love.”

“Please, Master.” Much easier the second time, though my voice still shook.

“Good girl, Annie.”

Barely moving his hand, Sean slipped a finger between my lips, finding me not nearly as wet as expected. Moving it away, he lay down and pulled me to him, kissing me. I could feel his erection pressing against my leg.

“Yer jest fine, lass. I wont push ye, I wont rush ye.” He murmured between kisses.

I could feel a low ache starting to build.

“Please, Master. Please touch me again.”

His hand returned to it's previous location, gently stroking from top to bottom, and I shivered. He focused on my clit for a moment and I could feel my arousal growing at a steady pace.

“There ye go, pet. I can feel ye getting' wet fer me. D'ye like that?”

“Yes, Master.” My hands were kneading at the bed again, and I brushed against his erection. An accident the fist time, I started letting my hand creep closer, brushing my fingers along it's length.

“Ye can touch it if ye like, pet.” He moved so that it was closer and I wrapped my hand around it. “Ah, god, Annie. Jest yer hand feels incredible.” He groaned. I could feel my wetness increase, his finger sliding more easily.

“Please, Master. I need something inside me.” I whispered. His finger found my entry and slid inside, my hips automatically rising to meet his hand.

“Dew ye want more, pet?”

“Yes, Master.”