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 Author: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia
Title: HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA PART 3
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: While on holiday in London, Hungry Guy buys a slave girl at a
slave auction in a warehouse in The Docklands, and brings her back home to
the States with him...
Keywords: M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub cons piv oral anal ws choke strangle reluc
rom caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA
BY: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia

   ***************************************** * CHAPTER 3 - GUY ENJOYS HIS
SLAVE * *****************************************

   Guy slept in the next morning as well, having used Fuschia's face as a
urinal a couple of times during the night.  He slept very soundly, snuggled
and warm in his soft bed under several layers of blankets, while Fuschia
lay flat on her back, strapped down, motionless, shackled by her wrists and
ankles in his slave machine, with her head locked in his chair-box and her
hair soaked through and through with his urine.

   Guy arose a little after 10:00 and stepped up to Fuschia.  "Are you
thirsty, Fuschia."

   "Yes, Master.  Please, may I have some water?"

   "Open your mouth, slave?" he told her.

   Fuschia sighed and obeyed, opening her mouth for him.  He grabbed his
cock and sprayed a stream of urine directly into her mouth, splashing a
little on her face at first.  Fuschia swallowed his flow as best as she
could until her mouth was full and couldn't swallow fast enough, then the
overflow simply ran down the sides of her face, into her hair, and into the
plastic tub under the "chair."

   He squirted a few last drops onto her face, then walked around to the
other end of the insidious device, its sole purpose being the complete and
utter humiliation of female slaves.

   Facing her, he unlatched the gallows holding her ankles rigidly in place
and then shackled her ankles to connection points at the sides of the
machine, her legs spread open.

   "What are you doing to me now, Master?" Fuschia sobbed.

   "I'm feeling horny.  I'm going to suck you and then fuck you."

   "Oh, yes, Master!  Please do!"

   Guy knelt down at the foot of the machine between her spread knees. 
Spreading her labia with his fingertips, he bent forward and gently licked
up the length of her vulva from her perineum to her clitoris.  Fuschia
quivered gently at that first lick.  He licked back down again, evoking
another gentle quiver from her.  Licking back up for the third time,
lapping the fresh wetness seeping from her vagina, he stopped at her
clitoris.  Drawing the little nub between his lips with his breath, he
sucked it deep into his mouth.

   He began steadily drawing it in and out, in and out, over and over
again, until Fuschia finally let out a long slow moan.

   Guy continued sucking on her clit like it was a lolly, drawing it deep
into his mouth and back out again.

   Fuschia began panting and quaking while locked into the slave machine.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she screamed as Guy sucked relentlessly on her clit.

   Minutes passed as Guy continued his steady rhythm of sucking on her
clit.

   Fuschia bucked wildly against her bonds and cried out, "Stop!  (gasp) I
can't!  (gasp) Take it!  (gasp) Any more!"

   Guy ignored her and continued sucking, swallowing mouthfuls of her
natural lubricant.

   Fuschia began moaning incoherently.  Guy continued to suck on her clit.
Her vagina was oozing sweet feminine juice faster than he could swallow,
and it dribbled down his chin into her ass crack.

   As her breath became erratic, Guy could feel her heart pounding in her
inner thighs pressed against his ears.  Still, he continued to suck.

   Her rabid thrashing eventually calmed down to occasional twitches with
every flick of his tongue against her outstretched clit deep in his mouth.

   At last he stopped and crawled up the length of the machine to face her.
She was out cold, her breathing slow and shallow.  He closed the lid of the
toilet seat and lay flat upon her.

   After that marathon pussy suck, his cock was harder than it had been for
a long time.  Resting his body upon hers, he slid his hungry manhood into
her thoroughly soaked entrance and began pumping.

   Though he was facing her, and could hear her panting, his view was of
the top of the toilet lid closed upon her face.  Well-primed as he was, he
exploded into her in a sudden wave of ecstasy, filling her pussy with his
hot seed.

   All too soon, he was expended.  He dismounted her and replaced her legs
in their original outstretched position and replaced the gallows over her
ankles.

   Listening at the lid, she still breathed a slow shallow pant, so he left
her as is and went downstairs to have breakfast.

   A cup of tea, and some bacon and eggs filled his belly, then he caught
an episode of _Max Headroom_ on the _Sci Fi Channel._ Edison Carter was
chasing down a story about _BlipVerts,_ malicious television advertisements
that hypnotized people to buy the advertised products, often with harmful
side-effects to the unwilling consumers.  Edison and Theora saved the day,
with some help from Max, their AI sidekick, of course.

   Returning upstairs, he went over to Fuschia, still shackled and belted
inside his slave machine.  Opening the lid to take a pee, he saw that she
had revived.  She scrunched her eyes and mouth closed as he emptied his
bladder upon her face.

   He then unlocked the chair-box and unshackled her from the machine.

   "What now, Master?" she asked in a hoarse sort of wheeze.

   "You've been a lusty wench all your life, eh, Fuschia?"

   "Yes, Master.  I told you I'm always randy.  Having another go with me
now?  But I'm all drenched!"

   "Not just now.  Before I fuck you again, you need your pussy muscles
tightened up a bit."

   "How, sir?"

   He reached down and tugged at her elbow for her to stand.  "Follow me."

   He led her across the short hallway into a second bedroom full of
obviously home-made furniture similar in construction as his slave machine.


   "Come stand here," he said, pointing to a spot in the middle of the
room.

   Retrieving a step-stool, he stepped up next to her and attached a short
chain to each of her wrist shackles.  He then attached the other ends of
the chains to two large eye-bolts mounted into the ceiling several feet
apart.

   Next he attached two more chains to her ankle shackles, and then
attached the other ends of the chains to two more recessed rings embedded
flush with the floor after bending up flaps in the carpeting to reveal
them.

   The result was that Fuschia was hanging, spread-eagle, from the ceiling
in the middle of the room.

   "How is this going to make my muscles stronger, er, down below, Master?"

   "Ha!  You'll see, my sweet Fuschia!  You'll see!"

   Guy returned to his master bedroom for a moment, and slid a small box
out from under his bed, and returned to the dungeon.

   Kneeling before Fuschia, he opened the box and produced several odd
implements.

   First, he hung a small plastic box against her belly hanging by a loose
leather strap around the back of her neck.  Two long wires dangled loosely
from the box, one of which ended at a pair of metal alligator clips.

   Next, he took two small metal pins from a small plastic box and jabbed
them into each of her pussy lips.  "Ow!" she screamed as a trickle of blood
oozed from each of the pinpricks.

   "It'll stop hurting in a minute," he said.

   Next, he clipped each of the alligator clips to the ends of the pins
sticking from her pussy lips.

   Next, he removed a small electric gizmo and plugged it into a power
point on the adjacent wall.

   Next, he plugged the wire from the box on her chest into a jack in the
transformer.

   Next, he removed plastic rod, that looked somewhat like a knitting
needle, but had one rounded end and an eyebolt and a wire exiting from the
other end.  He slid the plastic rod, rounded end first, into her vagina. 
"Grasp this with your pussy muscles," he said.

   Next, he plugged the cord dangling from her pussy into that plastic box
hanging against her chest.

   Lastly, he attached a small bowl by three leather straps to the eye-bolt
in the needle inserted in her pussy.

   Still in the box were a number of assorted small barbells of various
incremental sizes: 1 pound, 2 pounds, 4 pounds, 8 pounds, and 16 pounds. 
By combining them differently, he could create a weight in 1-pound
increments from 1 pound up to 31 pounds.  He removed a pink one labeled "1
pound" and set it in the bowl.

   Fuschia gasped and tensed up.

   "Now, Fuschia.  Better not let go of the rod."

   "This isn't so hard," she said.  "I can grip this, easy."

   "What about after several hours?"

   Fuschia gasped.  "Several hours, Master?  No!  You can't leave me like
this for several hours!  Please, Master!"

   "Yes I can.  Now let me explain.  If you drop the rod, the wire will
pull out of the box on your belly.  That'll close a switch, sending the
current from the innards of a cattle prod over there through your pussy
lips."

   "Please master!" she gasped.  "Don't do this to me!  Please!"

   "Today, you'll have to hang on to only one pound.  Each time we do this
exercise, I'll increase the weight by a pound until your pussy muscles are
tight again."

   At that, he left the room and went back downstairs.

   Flipping through the channels revealed a _Thunderbirds_ episode on
_Nickelodeon._ Lady Penelope was trapped in a runaway monorail, and
_International Rescue_ had to stop the train before it reached a bridge
that had been washed out.  But, of course, the heroes saved the day.

   About halfway through the program, Guy suddenly heard Fuschia screaming.
He ran upstairs to see the bowl containing the weight on the floor between
her legs with the little plug pulled from the jack on the box hanging at
her belly.  Fuschia was screeching as her body twitched and jerked.  Guy
unplugged the power cord from the wall, whereupon Fuschia stopped
screeching and merely struggled to pant rapidly.

   "That will not do, Fuschia," said Guy.  "You need to hold the weight for
longer than a half-hour."

   "But I can't, Master!" she cried.

   "You can.  And you will eventually be able to hold 16 pounds with your
pussy muscles."

   Guy reached down and slid the plastic rod back up into her pussy and
plugged the wire back into the box on her belly.

   "Hold on tight!" he said as he plugged the cord back into the wall. 
"Now, I'm going to take a walk down the street to my local and grab a bite.
You don't want to drop it while I'm out."

   "No!  Master!" she gasped.  "Please!"

   Guy turned and left.  It was a short walk to _Le Buse Et Crachat_ where
he had a burger and chips and a pint of Guinness.

   After playing a few games of foosball with his pals, he returned home
and found Fuschia wincing, but still grasping firmly onto that plastic rod
with her pussy muscles.

   "Ah!" he said.  "Your pussy muscles are getting stronger already."

   "Master!" she panted.  "Please!  I can't hold on another moment..."

   Guy unplugged his apparatus from the wall, and she immediately dropped
the bowl to the floor with a _CLANK!_

   He unfastened her from the ceiling and the floor and, after letting her
use the loo, led her back into his room.

   While she stood, he pulled his bedding down to the foot of the bed and
motioned for her to climb in.

   She lay on the bed in the anticipated position with her arms and legs
spread out in spread-eagle fashion.

   "Not quite," he said.

   "No?" she asked.

   "Spin around," he said, "With your head at the foot of the bed and your
legs stretched out against the headboard."

   She tumbled around as instructed, her bum was pressed against the
headboard and he shackled her ankles to the sides of the headboard at the
top so that her legs formed a "V" up against the headboard.  He put a
posture collar on her neck, which was sort of like a medical neck brace, to
keep her from being able to roll her head from side to side.  And he put a
metal ring in her mouth with a strap that he buckled around the back of her
head--after all, he didn't want her to bite him in her sleep in the middle
of the night.

   After shackling her wrists to the ropes that held her ankles the
previous night, he pulled the bedding up over her so that only her legs and
crotch were visible against the headboard.

   Leaving her while he took a shower, he returned a short while later and
set a pillow upon her muff and climbed into bed on top of her.

   Lying prone upon her he let his thighs straddle her skull while he slid
his erect member into her mouth.  Closing the light, he rested his head
upon the pillow on her crotch and closed his eyes.

   He squeezed his crotch muscles a few times, feeling his cock swell
inside her throat.  He relieved himself into her mouth, then drifted off to
sleep.

   Guy woke in the middle of the night because Fuschia was bucking and
squirming under him.  At that, he realized that he had a hard-on and was
deep down her esophagus.  She probably couldn't breathe.  Her throat
muscles were massaging his cock so well that he erupted deep down into her,
causing her bucking to become even more strenuous.  But after his release,
his cock shrunk again, she ceased her exertions, and he fell back to sleep.


   That happened a couple more times during the night, and 8:00 came too
early.  He climbed off her body, tumbled out of bed, grabbed a towel, and
headed for the shower.

   With the shower over, he returned to the bedroom and untied her.

   "Master," she whimpered as he tugged on her collar and had her put on an
adult diaper and then led her into a cage suitable for a large dog in the
corner of his bedroom.  Fuschia had to curl her arms and legs up snugly to
fit inside the small cage.

   Guy then handed a college composition book and several pens.  "I have to
go to work today," he said.  "I want you to do lines.  You are to write, 'I
am a worthless slave' on every line.  The composition book has 100 sheets
with 25 lines on each side.  That's 5000 lines.  I expect you to have
finished when I return home from work tonight."

   Guy then closed the cage door and put a heavy brass padlock on the
clasp.

   "But Master," Fuschia pleaded.  "I can't write 5000 lines in a day! 
That's impossible!"

   Guy reached for his car keys and pressed the button on that "special"
fob.  Fuschia screamed and bounced wildly around the small cage.

   "You'd better make it possible, bitch!"

   Then, almost as an afterthought, Guy took a large water bottle off the
side the cage--the kind with a metal tube hanging down so that an animal
could suck water out of it--and pissed into it, then replaced it onto the
cage near Fuschia's head.

   Fuschia began writing while Guy dressed for work.  By 8:30, he was out
the door.  A short drive on I-90 brought him to the offices of Megatelco
where he chatted up his colleagues over a cup of coffee before logging on
and picking up where he left off work on a COBOL CICS program to issue a
DB2 query and send a reply back to the client application via MQ.

   His workday was uneventful, and he arrived home at 5:30 that evening. 
When he want upstairs, Fuschia was still scrambling to write her lines.

   "You're not done yet?" he said with a huff.

   "Please master!  Just one more page and I'll be done!"

   Guy pressed the pain button and held it down for ten long seconds while
Fuschia writhed and flailed inside the tiny cage.

   Guy went downstairs to nuke some dinner for himself and watch TV for a
while.  He went upstairs some time later and gave Fuschia a bowl of cat
food for dinner.  He also refilled her water bottle with some fresh urine.
He had her change her diaper and then went to bed, leaving her in the cage.

   ###

   Guy woke at 8:00 the next morning.  After letting her change her diaper,
giving her another dish of cat food, and refilling her drinking bottle, he
gave Fuschia a new composition book and set her to writing her 5000 lines
again, from scratch.

   Fuschia was sobbing while writing feverishly as he left for work.

   8 hours later, he returned upstairs.  The composition book was by her
side.  "Did you finish your lines?" he demanded.

   "Yes master," she said with a sob.  He unlocked the cage and she handed
the composition book to him.  Her fingers were red and swollen.

   He checked the book, flipping the pages and checking that she had filled
every line of every page.

   "Good girl!" he finally said as he closed the book.  "I'll give you a
reward tonight."

   "Thank you, Master," she said as she rubbed her swollen fingers.

   "But for now, I want to use you.  Come on out of there."

   Fuschia crawled out of the cage and followed Guy downstairs.  He placed
his fellatio harness over her head and buckled it tight and told her to
wait for him.

   He fried a burger for dinner and took a Guinness out of the fridge.

   Then he returned to her, stepped into the harness and wore her.  With
his cock down her throat, he sat and clicked on the TV.  He found an old
rerun of _SOAP_ on _Comedy Central_ and settled down to watch the
programme.

   He had two orgasms during the show, and relieved himself once.

   Later on, he disconnected her and took her upstairs whereupon he, once
again, tied her spread-eagle onto his bed, but right-end-up this time.  But
then he reached into his bag of toys, which he now kept open next to his
night table, and placed a ball gag into her mouth, buckling it tight around
her head.

   Undressing, himself, he climbed into bed and crawled between her legs.
He gently teased her vulva, sliding his finger between her rubbery pussy
lips.  It no longer surprised him to find her already soaking wet.

   Being as most of his work was already done for him, he buried his face
in her crotch and began licking.  He licked up along the seam where her
thigh met her pussy lip, then back down the other side.  Then he plunged
his tongue between her lips and lapped up the juices within.

   He, at once, began fucking her with his tongue, sliding it in and out of
her vagina.  He could feel her panting as he swallowed gulp after gulp of
her feminine juice.  Then he moved up to her clit and sucked it hard into
his mouth.  Holding it deep in his mouth with his suction, he flicked and
licked it with his tongue, again and again.  She came but in a moment.  He
continued to stroke her clit as he played her body like a
trumpet--controlling every quake and gasp from her through the delicate
movements of his own tongue.

   He brought her down gently after her climax and crawled up her body and
sat on her chest.  "Oof!" she snorted.

   He crawled up and sat in her chin and placed the tip of his rock-hard
cock to one of her nostrils.  With the ball gag in her mouth, he pinched
the other nostril closed and began stroking himself.

   Her gaze told him that she wasn't sure what he was doing, but it came
clear all too soon when his orgasm erupted, and shot his load directly into
her nostril.

   She began quaking as he continued to stroke himself, shooting wad after
wad up into her nose while she held her breath.

   At last, he had climaxed, and slid back.

   "Now suck it down so you can breathe again," he told her.

   He watched as she sniffled his cum up through her sinuses and swallowed.
When he was sure that she had swallowed it all, for she had resumed
breathing through that one open nostril, he removed the ball gag from her
mouth and settled down upon her for the night.

   He gave her a quick kiss before dozing off on top of her.

   ###

   The next morning, Guy put Fuschia into her cage before taking his
shower. After his shower, he gave her another composition book and told her
to write "My body is Master's sewage tank" 5000 times.

   At work, some developer kept crashing the test CICS region, and he had
to bounce it in Omegamon several times.

   Fuschia had filled her composition book when he returned from work at
5:30.

   "Ah, that's a good slut!" he told her.

   That night, he again tied her spread-eagle head-to-feet in the bed with
her bum against the headboard with her legs up in a "V" against the
headboard and her head under the blankets, and wrists tied to the bottom
corners of the bed with her arms stretched out.

   He then climbed into bed, pressed his pillow into the crook of the "V"
of her legs at her crotch, mounted her, and slid his eager member into her
mouth.

   Then he got a wicked idea.

   Reaching for the fob, he pressed her punishment button, sending an
electric shock through her collar.  Her body bucked sharply and he felt a
tingle in the head of his cock.  Man, it felt so good that he did it again!
And again!  And again!  Every time he tortured Fuschia with an electric
shock to her neck, the tingle in his cock brought him closer to climax. 
One more press set his orgasm flooding Fuschia's throat.  He held the
button down while he shot wad upon wad of cum into Fuschia's throat while
her body bucked and thrashed wildly under him.

   His climax finally wound down, and he set the fob down on his night
table.  Laying his head on the pillow, he drifted off to sleep, his soft
member hanging limp in the warm wetness of Fuschia's mouth.

   Guy woke, not realizing that he had been asleep at all.  He was flying
through the air like Superman.  This was as it should be, of course.  He
waved his arms to fly higher.  The air was as thick as molasses, but he
climbed above the clouds.  Down below, the landscape was dotted with farms
and high-rise skyscrapers.  He dove down, lower and lower and spotted a run
down old petrol station.  A snake of cars, as far as the eye could see, was
queued up along the shoulder of the road waiting for a fill up.  Mindy, his
email friend, was chained to the pump, filling car after car with petrol.
Her beautiful blonde hair blew in the wind as cars rushed by on the
adjacent highway.

   Upon seeing Guy, Mindy moaned in a husky voice, "Free me!  Enslave me
forever!"

   Guy grabbed Mindy and jumped into the air with her.  Higher and higher
they flew together until they landed on a cloud as the moonlight shown upon
them from above.  Ripping her filthy stained coveralls off and tossing them
over the side of the cloud, he mounted her.  Kissing her, he rammed his
hard cock between Mindy's legs, and she squeezed him with all her might. 
In but a moment, he was deep inside her, and his orgasm erupted.  He began
filling her with his hot seed in wave after wave of ecstasy.

   His orgasm was so powerful that the cloud, itself, began bucking and
quaking violently.  Mindy began to vaporize in his arms.

   "No!  Mindy!" he cried.  "Don't go!  Stay with me!  Be my slave
forever!"

   Darkness came to his eyes, and the cloud turned lumpy.  Fuschia's body
was twitching feebly as he lay upon her.  His cock was spitting out the
last of his wet dream into her throat.

   Still half-asleep, he sensed that he should probably give Fuschia some
air, so he lifted his hips up and felt a reassuring breeze against his
balls as she caught her breath.

   A few minutes later, he was fast asleep again.  By morning, he had no
recollection of his wet dream to which Fuschia was the beneficiary of his
nocturnal emissions meant for Mindy.

   ###

   The next morning, being Monday, Guy put Fuschia in her cage before
leaving for work.  He gave her a fresh pad of paper and told her to do
lines once again.  He told her to write, "My body is Guy's personal
property, for him to use however he chooses to."

   She completed her lines by the time he returned home, and he put Fuschia
in his slave machine that night.

   The next day, he gave her more lines to do, "The only reason I have a
mouth is to be a hole for Guy to stick his cock into."

   The next day, he had her write, "The only reason I have a stomach is to
be a container for Guy's cum and urine."

   The next day, she wrote, "I will always obey Master Guy, immediately and
without hesitation."

   And, finally, on Friday, she wrote, "My only purpose in life is to
provide holes for Master Guy to fuck and to be a receptacle for his waste."

   That Friday night, Guy returned home with a pile of lumber in his boot.

   He let Fuschia out of her cage and told her to bring it all in and lay
it in the spare bedroom upstairs.

   He took a shower while she brought the lumber in.  Then he watched
television while she prepared his dinner.  Then he sat on the sofa and ate
while she knelt in front of the sofa on her hands and knees while he used
her back as a footstool.

   He spent the evening watching a Mythbusters marathon on the Discovery
Channel, then brought Fuschia upstairs.

   He was in the mood to sleep upon her, so, as had become typical, he
shackled her to the bed, lying on her back with her legs in a "V" against
the headboard.

   He climbed into bed, and slid his cock into her mouth and rested his
head on the pillow nestled in her crotch.

   He gave her a drink, and was soon fast asleep.

   ###

   Guy continued to sleep upon his slave every night with his cock in her
mouth while she was tied and shackled spread-eagle in the bed between the
sheets.

   Come the next Saturday morning, he suspended her from the ceiling again
with her legs pulled apart.  Again, he stuck two pins into her pussy lips
and wired her up.  Sliding the rod up into her pussy, he placed 2-pound
weight in the pail.

   "Master!" she shrieked.  "That's too heavy!  I can't hold that by my
pussy!  I just can't!"

   "You will," he said, "or you will feel the pain!"

   "No, Master!  Please!"

   Guy turned and left the room.  He spent the day writing a new story,
taking occasional snack breaks.  In the evening, he drove down to the
market and had a sandwich at a sub shop then did his weekly food shopping.

   When he returned, Fuschia was still gripping onto the weight with her
pussy, though her face was red and she was obviously straining to hold onto
it.

   He put his food away and then took a shower.  Only then, did he release
her from her plight.

   But then, he dragged the exhausted Fuschia into bed and strapped her
face-down on the bed.  His cock was hard and hungry for the one hole that
it had not yet penetrated.

   So, spreading Vaseline generously on his cock and in her anus, he lay
upon her and pressed the tip of his cock to her tight sphincter and bore
down.  It slid in slowly as he continued to bear down on his hips until his
hips were pressing tightly against her bum cheeks and his cock was engulfed
by her rectum.

   "Gaaaaaaa!" she cried.  "It hurts, Master!  It hurts!" Then she screamed
loud enough to drown out a Concorde taking off from Heathrow!

   It was so tight that he hardly had to thrust in and out.  Ignoring her
pleas, her puckering anus was sufficient sensation to trigger his orgasm
into her rectum.

   He lay upon her as his member slowly grew soft inside her anus, and
eventually fell out.

   He then lowered his head against hers and fell asleep upon her back with
his cock squeezed gently between her bum cheeks.

   ###

   Guy continued to sleep upon his slave through the week, using her body
as if it were a mattress, usually with her bum against the headboard with
his cock in her mouth all night long.

   On Friday night, he shackled her thusly and sat on her chest.  The
panicked look on her face told him that his full weight concentrated on her
chest made it difficult for her to breathe.

   "You'll be able to breathe in a moment, Fuschia," he said.  "I've got
some personal grooming to do for a moment, first."

   Taking a nail clipper from his night stand, he began clipping his
fingernails.  As he clipped each nail, he let the clipping drop into her
mouth.  The posture collar around her neck, and the ring in her mouth made
her mouth the perfect receptacle for his clippings.

   Not done at that, he then clipped his toenails.

   he then took a shower, giving her time to swallow his clippings, then
had a beer to relax before climbing upon her.

   As he lay upon her before sleep overtook him, he pondered her body
underneath him.  What a rush it has been so far to use a woman's body as
nothing more than a toy--and object for his amusement.  It occurred to him,
as he lay there, that she still had some holes that he might be able to
fuck yet.

   At that, he sat up and removed her posture collar.  He turned her head
sideways and sat on the side of her head.  He put his cock in her ear and
began stroking, just as he had done to her nose that time before.

   His orgasm slowly built until it came upon him and he flooded her ear
canal with his jism.

   With the ring in her mouth, Fuschia moaned, "Aaaaaaah!  Aaaaaaaaah! 
Aaaaaaaah!" as his orgasm wound down.

   Satisfied that he had just fucked one more of her holes, he replaced the
posture collar, lay down upon her, slid his cock in her mouth, and fell to
sleep.

   ###

   The next morning, being Saturday again, he strung her up with his pussy
trainer device, and hung a 1- and a 2-pound weight from her pussy for a
total of 3 pounds.

   After just a few seconds, her face turned red and she panted,
"Master...too...heavy...I...can't...hold...it..."

   Guy sighed and said, "You have to hold it.  You know what'll happen if
you don't."

   Fuschia began whimpering as he left the room.  Some time later, he drove
down to the mall to buy a new X-Box game and browse around.  He grabbed a
sub at the food court, and also bought Evanescence's new CD.

   Upon returning home, Fuschia was still quiet.  he went upstairs to see
that he was passed out, hanging limply from the apparatus, the rod and the
bucket dropped on the floor between her legs.  As he approached, her body
was twitching to the electricity running through her body, and she was
breathing slow shallow breaths.

   He unplugged the shock generator and slapped her a few times across the
face.  After a moment, she regained consciousness.

   "Master..." she gasped.

   "This won't do, Fuschia!" he scolded.

   Fuschia started to cry.  "I'm sorry, Master.  I couldn't hold it.  I
screamed, and screamed, and screamed!  Where did you go?"

   "I was out," he said.  "I went to the mall for a while.  I just got
back."

   Fuschia didn't answer, and just continued sobbing.

   Guy slid the rod back into her pussy, plugged the shock generator back
in, and went downstairs to play his new game until bedtime.

   He was well into the game much later, and Fuschia had remained silent
the whole time.  So, he upon returning upstairs, and brought her into his
bedroom.

   He pondered whether to position her with her head at the head of the bed
so he could fuck her pussy, or with her head under the covers with his cock
in her mouth.  he finally decided to put her head under the covers with his
cock in her mouth--that way he can pee during the night without having to
budge out of bed.

   * TO BE CONTINUED *