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 Author: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia
Title: HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA PART 4
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: MF/F Mpov Mdom Fdom Fsub humil cons piv oral anal ws choke
strangle reluc rom bi cheat creampie caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR FUSCHIA
BY: Hungry Guy and Lady Fuschia

   ***************************************** * CHAPTER 4 - CATHY COMES FOR
A VISIT * *****************************************

   Guy slept late the next morning, as he always does on weekends.  Before
rising, he felt horny, so he started pounding her mouth.  His cock grew
hard almost instantly from being forced up and down Fuschia's throat.  His
orgasm built quickly, and he was soon flooding her esophagus with his hot
seed as her body began bucking under him.

   Thus satisfied, he climbed off her as she gasped for breath.

   Without removing the ring from her mouth, he led her over to his slave
machine and shackled her into it once again.  With her face framed in what
looked like a toilet bowl, he peed into her mouth whilst standing above
her. The ring in her mouth held her mouth conveniently open for him.

   Then he went downstairs to get some breakfast and play his new game a
little more.

   By afternoon, he was hungry again, so he made himself some lunch, then
went back upstairs.

   That night, he stood over her and gave her a drink then removed her from
the machine and brought her into the shower with him.

   "Wash me," he commanded her.

   "Yes sir," she answered, and dutifully washed his body, and scrubbed his
hair.

   He then did the same for her, and instructed her to rinse her mouth out
thoroughly with mouthwash.

   Thus cleansed, he brought he back into her bedroom whereupon he strapped
her down to his bed with her legs in a "V" against the headboard and her
arms up over her head shackled and tied to the footboard with rope.  But
instead of mounting her, he squatted over her face.

   "Fuschia," he said.  "My bum is clean, but I want you to clean it again
for me."

   "Master!" she squeaked.

   He merely sat on her face.  "Lick my bum hole clean, slave."

   He sat there for a moment, waiting...waiting.  Then he felt it.  He felt
her first tentative lick.  "Oh yes!" he said.  "That's good!  Keep doing
that!"

   He sat on her face for nearly a minute while she licked his asshole,
even pushing her tongue up into it gently a few times.

   When her face started to turn blue, he fell off her as she let out a
long gasp.  After letting Fuschia catch her breath, he placed a fresh clean
ring into her mouth, climbed into bed, mounted her, and slid his member
into her mouth.

   He rested his head on her muff and squirted a trickle of piss into
Fuschia's mouth when his mobile phone rang.

   Without moving off Fuschia, he reached over to his bed table and picked
up the phone.  "Hello?"

   "Hi Guy!" said a high-pitched voice on the other end.

   "Hi Cathy!"

   "How are you doing?"

   "I'm doing just fine, Cathy!  You?"

   "I miss you, Guy!"

   "Awww!  It's been, what?  A year since our little fling?  I miss you
too, Cathy!"

   "Really?  Can I see you again?"

   "I'd love to see you again, Cathy!" Guy said in a teary voice, then
added in a stern voice, "Ronnie hasn't beaten you again, has he?"

   "No, my marriage is getting better!  Really!  Everything's getting
better!  Dr.  Mangler helped me find a job at a hospital that's sending me
to school to get my RN."

   "That's great, Cathy!  So you're still screwing Paul on the side, then?"

   "Yeah, but Annie's still first in his life, and Ronnie's been in Atlanta
on railroad business for the past week.  When he comes home this weekend,
the railroad is reassigning him to Virginia right after that."

   "Why don't you go with him?"

   "I can't uproot my kids, Guy!  You should know that better than anyone!"

   "Yeah," said Guy with a sigh.  "I know that..."

   "Ronnie knows that I can't be nailed down to one man--I told him that
when I married him--just like I told Paul, and just like I told you when I
answered your sex survey on your _Hungry Guy_ story site back when Ronnie
and I were looking for swing partners to go with us to _Eros Connection."_

   "Yeah..."

   "Guy!  Listen to me!  Can you come out to Berea for a few days?"

   "What!" said Guy.

   "Listen!" said Cathy.  "Paul's been at a surgeon's convention all week.
He took Annie with him instead of me, and I'm so jealous!"

   "Well..." Guy started to say.

   "I'm so lonely and horny I can't stand it, Guy!  Please come!  I'll pick
you up at the Amtrak station in Cleveland after I drop Ronnie off at the
airport, and we can a room at that hotel behind DD on the corner of Bagley
and Engel.  Just like last year!"

   "Well, Cathy, I just got back from Europe a couple of weeks ago, and I
don't have any vacation days left at work.  Why don't you come out to
Rensselear on the Lakeshore Limited?  I have a surprise I think you'll
like!"

   "What surprise?"

   "I can't tell you!" Guy giggled.  "It's a surprise!"

   "Well, okay.  I'll come out for a day or two.  I have to see you again,
Guy!  I miss you so much!"

   "I miss you, too, Cathy!  But what about the little ones?"

   "I'll see if my mom or my sister can watch the little ones.  They each
owe Ronnie about fifty bucks!  And Denny still has to finish laying that
floor for me upstairs.  So maybe he can watch the kids at the same time."

   "Okay, then.  I'll see you next week?"

   "Yeah!  You'll pick me up at the station?"

   "I sure will, Cathy!"

   "Or maybe I'll drive out in the minivan!"

   "You still have that van?"

   "Yeah!  The kids love it!  Thanks again for helping me buy it!  You were
so good to me!  I owe you so much, Guy!"

   "I...  Er..."

   "Oh!  I gotta go!  My little guy wants me to read him a story about
animals.  I love you, Guy!"

   "I love you too, Cathy!"

   When Guy hung up the phone, he realized that his cock had grown hard
down Fuschia's throat.  Fuschia was struggling violently against her bonds
and bucking under him.  He didn't even notice.

   Thinking of that wonderful night in Ohio with Cathy, Guy began pumping
Fuschia's throat with such force that he came almost instantly.  Feeling
his hot seed fill Cathy's pussy, or rather, Fuschia's throat felt so
satisfying just then.

   Thus spent, he rested his head on Fuschia's crotch and drifted off to
sleep.

   ###

   The next morning, Guy rolled off Fuschia and said, "You know, there are
still a couple of holes I haven't fucked yet."

   "I can't imagine which ones," said Fuschia with a laugh.

   He unbuckled the posture collar from around her neck so that he could
turn her head sideways.  Then he straddled her head and pressed the tip of
his cock into her ear.  His hand went to work and, after a minute or so, he
was flooding her ear canal with his hot seed.

   After his last spurt, he slid off and asked, "That wasn't so bad, was
it?"

   "What?" she said.

   "Turn your head the other way so you can hear me.  Your ear is full of
cum!"

   "That felt strange, Master," said Fuschia.

   "I'll do the other ear some other time," he said.  Then, after giving
Fuschia a pee to drink, he brought Fuschia into his dungeon and strung her
up once again.

   This time, he suspended a 4-pound weight from her pussy.

   "Master!" she shrieked.  "That's too heavy!  I can't hold it!"

   "You know what'll happen if you drop it," he said and left the room.

   To Guy's surprise, Fuschia held the weight by her pussy muscles all day.
When he released her that night, he said, "That was excellent, Fuschia! 
You're getting strong down there!  I've got a really good reward for you
tonight!"

   "Yes, Master?" she asked.

   "Yes, indeed, lovely Fuschia!" Guy removed his slave from the
contraption and led her into his bedroom.

   Shackling her to the bed, spread eagle, with her head resting on a
pillow at the head of the bed, he pulled the ropes taut until she gasped.

   "Master!" she gasped as he sat on her chest with a rope in his hands,
and reached for her throat.  Guy slid the rope around her neck and tied it
tightly so that it visibly squeezed her neck.

   Fuschia stared at him for a silent moment with bulging eyes while he
crawled down her torso and settled his face between her legs at her crotch.

   He slowly licked up the seam of her pussy, from just above her bum hole
to her clit.  Of course, she was soaking wet, no doubt about it, and he
swallowed the copious amounts of female juice that filled his mouth from
that one lick.

   He had to act quickly, as he had to do the previous time he had done
this to her, so he moved his lips to her clit straight away, and began
sucking.  He drew her engorged nub into his mouth and sucked it in and out,
in and out, over and over again.  After barely a moment, she began quaking
and bucking to his oral manipulations.  Her utter silence reminded him of
the haste to which he needed to proceed.  Swallowing the last of her
juices, he released his oral grasp of her most intimate flesh, and quickly
crawled up her body and untied the rope from around her neck.  Her face had
already started to turn blue as her breath exploded.  The color quickly
returned to her face as she gasped for breath.

   As she caught her breath, he pushed his hips down and entered her. 
Fuschia's strengthened pussy muscles evoked a gasp from his lips as he felt
her tight grip on his member deep inside her.  He wrapped his fingers
around her neck as he began pumping her.  He pressed his thumbs against her
windpipe as he felt his orgasm building rapidly.  At once, he exploded into
her while her mouth quivered in silence.  Their mutual gaze locked together
as he grunted over and over again with every shot of spunk into her pussy
while she lay there breathless and helpless under him.  Her eyes had grown
droopy and distant by the time he had shot his load and regained conscious
control of his body.

   Guy untied her, save for a collar around her ankle chained to her cage,
and they snuggled off to sleep together, arms and legs entwined.

   ###

   The next morning, Guy simply told Fuschia to lie on her back with her
head hanging off the edge of the bed.  He squatted over her face, slid his
cock into her mouth and relieved himself.

   He then placed her in his slave machine, shackled securely with her head
inside the seat box, then took his shower and headed off to work.

   His day was uneventful except for some developer's looping program that
buggered Intertest and crashed CICS a couple of times.  But after disabling
the transaction in CEDA, Z/OS remained stable the rest of the day.

   After leaving work, Guy got on I-90 and crossed the river to Rensselear
and parked at the Amtrak station.  The Lakeshore Limited from Cleveland was
as abysmally late as usual, and it had arrived into Rensselear at about
4:30.

   Cathy ran into Guy's arms as he walked into the waiting area.  Their
kiss lasted for five minutes while Guy ran his hands through her short
blonde hair and played with her ponytail.  "I missed you, Cathy!"

   "I missed you too, Guy!  But we only have a couple of days to be
together again.  Let's make the most of it!"

   "Okay, let's go!" said Guy.

   "And what's this surprise?" Cathy giggled.

   "You'll see," said Guy.

   During their drive across the Hudson and west on I-90, Cathy's cell
phone bleeped.  "Cathy, you there?" a voice blared out with a slight
midwestern accent.

   "Shhh," Cathy put her finger to her lips.  "It's Ronnie," she whispered.

   "Cath, you there?" the voice became more insistent.  "Catherine!" he
yelled through the phone.  Ronnie soon gave up and the phone went silent.

   They arrived at Guy's house soon thereafter.  Guy led Cathy upstairs to
his bedroom where she dropped her bag on his bed.  "Looks just like I
remember it from two years ago!"

   "Yeah, I never got around to changing the ugly wallpaper," said Guy. 
"And now for the surprise,"

   "Yeah!"

   Guy led Cathy into his spare bedroom where Fuschia lay shackled,
strapped, and enclosed in Guy's slave machine.

   Cathy let out a shriek.  "Holy shit!  Who's that?"

   "That's my slave," said Guy.  "I bought her at a slave auction in London
last month."

   "Holy fuck!  And she doesn't mind you bringing other girls home?"

   "She's a slave.  She doesn't have anything to say about what, or who, I
do!  Say 'Hi!' to Fuschia, Cathy."

   Cathy walked up to the toilet seat and looked down.  "Hi Fuschia," said
Cathy.

   "Hello Cathy," said Fuschia.

   Cathy looked back over at Guy.  "Now what?" said Cathy.

   "Actually, now, I have to take a pee," said Guy.  He walked up to the
toilet, dropped his pants, and pissed directly onto Fuschia's face. 
Fuschia scrunched her eyes and mouth closed while his pee dribbled down her
face, saturated her hair, ran through the drain, and dripped noisily into
the plastic pan underneath the toilet box that enclosed Fuschia's head.

   Guy zipped his pants back up, held out his palm toward Fuschia, and
said, "You probably need to go too, Cathy."

   Cathy gasped, "I don't know about that, Guy."

   "Why?  That's what she's there for.  You told me you were with a woman
once, and that you liked it."

   "But that was years and years ago."

   "Oh, go ahead!  Try it!"

   "But her face is dirty with your piss," said Cathy.

   "Jeez!" said Guy.  He walked into the bathroom, wetted a washcloth with
warm water and went over and wiped Fuschia's face clean.  "There!" said
Guy.

   Cathy stepped up to the seat and turned her back to Fuschia's face.  She
pulled down her brown scrub pants and her pink thong.  Fuschia gasped for a
split second before Cathy sat her naked ass on Fuschia's face.

   "Now just make sure you're pointed into her mouth, and just pee."

   "Can you leave the room, Guy?"

   "Sure," said Guy with a laugh.

   Guy waited outside the bedroom for a couple of minutes until Cathy
opened the door.  From inside the toilet box, Fuschia was making the
strangest gagging sounds.  Cathy said, "I had to pee pretty bad," and gave
Guy a quick kiss.

   Guy grabbed Cathy and pressed his mouth to hers while pulling her to the
bed.  He pulled the bedding back and pulled Cathy into the bed with him
into his arms.

   Guy gently pressed Cathy onto her back and climbed upon her.

   "Eat me first!" she whispered.  "Get me wet!"

   "You're not wet yet?"

   "No, silly!  That's your job!"

   "Fuschia's always wet for me, but okay, I'll make you wet!"

   "Ronnie hardly ever gives me head.  And Doctor Mangler never does.  He
says oral sex is disgusting and unhealthy."

   "Really?  I thought Indians were into the Kama Sutra and all that."

   Cathy just shrugged.

   "Okay," said Guy.  _"Hungry Guy_ to the rescue!" Guy crawled down and
slid his tongue into Cathy's crack and licked up and down before finding
the magic button and sucking it into his mouth.  Before long, he was
playing Cathy like a trumpet.

   After giving Cathy an orgasm, Guy crawled up and lay upon her.  Kissing
her, he slid his hardened member into her and began pumping her.  Before
long, he exploded inside her while she screamed out her continuing orgasm.

   Spent, Guy lay his head upon her shoulder.  Cathy rubbed her cheek
against Guy's and whispered "Good night."

   "You want to clean off, first?"

   "Sure," said Cathy.  "Go get a towel."

   "I got something better than a towel!" said guy and pulled on Cathy's
hand while climbing out of bed.

   Cathy giggled while Guy led her into the spare bedroom.  To Fuschia, he
said, "You're now to be a human bidet." Then to Cathy he said, "Make the
slave lick you clean."

   "Uhm, okay," said Cathy.  Cathy walked over and sat on Fuschia's face
once again.

   "Lick Cathy clean, Fuschia," said Guy.

   At once, Cathy spasmed.  "Oh my!" she said.

   A moment later, Cathy was squirming and panting whilst sitting upon the
toilet.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she moaned.

   Cathy then stood and fell into Guy's arms.  "That was fantastic!" she
said.

   "Well, a girl should know best how to give pleasure to a girl," said
Guy. "Now it's my turn," he said and sat on Fuschia's face and slid his
softening member through her lips.  "Lick my cock clean, Fuschia."

   Guy breathed heavily for a few moments while Fuschia sucked the mix of
his cum and Cathy's secretions from his member.

   Thus cleaned, he stood and took Cathy by the hand and then returned to
bed where they fell to sleep entangled in each other.

   ###

   Cathy and Guy awoke late the next morning in each other arms.  Donning
bathrobes, they went downstairs for a bite of brunch.  After their fill of
cinnamon toast and bacon, the kissing began again.

   "Shall we return to bed?" asked Cathy.

   "Sounds like a plan!" said Guy.

   As they reached the top of the stairs, Guy said, "Just a second, I gotta
take a pee," and entered the spare bedroom.

   "I'll sit so as not to get her face dirty this time," said Guy.

   Fuschia whimpered as Guy sat on her face and slid his soft member into
her mouth.  Guy sighed slowly as he let his bladder drain into Fuschia's
throat.

   Done, Guy pulled his member, which had grown hard, out of Fuschia's
mouth.

   Cathy licked her lips and walked over to Guy, "Let's not let that boner
go to waste, Guy!" and sat on his lap.

   Still sitting on Fuschia's face, Guy leaned back, while Cathy squirmed
on his lap and slid his hard member into her.

   Guy began thrusting his hips while Cathy rocked up and down and, before,
long, both their bodies were quaking in a mutual orgasm.

   "Oh Cathy!"

   "Oh Guy!"

   "Oh Cathy!"

   "Oh Guy!"

   Their shared orgasm continued dangerously long for Fuschia.  By the time
they had expended themselves, Fuschia was gasping for breath while her face
was a slimy mess of a mix of Guy's cum and Cathy's feminine juices.

   Hand in hand, Guy and Cathy returned to bed and spent the rest of the
day snuggling, petting, and kissing.

   While taking a dinner break downstairs, Cathy said, "You know I have to
go home tomorrow."

   "Why so soon?" asked Guy.

   "I had to pay the older ones to watch the little ones.  I can't stay all
week.  I'm sorry, Guy."

   "Yeah," sighed Guy.  "Something always cuts our time together short. 
Just like the old days."

   "Please don't be mad at me, Guy."

   "I'm not mad," he said.  "Just disappointed.  Like always."

   Cathy smiled, "Let's bring Fuschia into bed with us tonight!  Okay?"

   "Okay," said Guy.  "She'll like that."

   "Me too!" said Cathy softly.

   A little later, Guy released Fuschia from the slave machine and the
three of them were squeezed into the shower stall.  They each took turns
washing the other two until they were all squeaky-clean.

   Guy shackled Fuschia down to the bed as usual, with her legs up in a "V"
against the headboard and her arms outstretched tied to the legs of the
bed.

   "Okay, Cathy," said Guy, "Why don't you get on her?"

   "On her?" asked Cathy.  "How do you mean?"

   "It's called a dogpile.  Lie on her on your back with your butt pressed
against her chin.  Then I'm going to fuck you."

   Cathy did so and rested the back of her head on Fuschia's crotch with
her ass pressed up tightly against Fuschia's chin.

   Guy then climbed into bed upon Cathy as Fuschia let out an "Oof!" from
the combined weight of Cathy and Guy upon her.

   "This is weird!" said Cathy,

   Guy kissed Cathy and said, "Need me to get you wet?"

   "Yeah!"

   Guy crawled down between Cathy's legs and met Fuschia's upside-down gaze
nestled between Cathy's thighs.

   Guy kissed Fuschia and then began licking on Cathy's clit.

   Guy got Cathy on the verge of her climax and then stopped.

   "Hey!" shouted Cathy.

   Guy just grinned and crawled up onto Cathy.  Arching his hips down into
Cathy's crotch, he slid his cock into Fuschia's mouth and began to pump.

   He brought himself almost to orgasm in Fuschia's mouth, then slid his
rock-hard member into Cathy's waiting pussy.

   With just a couple more thrusts, both Guy and Cathy exploded together.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" they both screamed in unison.

   Panting heavily, Guy let his, now, limp member, drop out of Cathy's
soaking pussy and slid it into Fuschia's mouth once again.

   "Lick me clean, Fuschia," said Guy between kisses with Cathy.

   A moment later, Guy and Cathy rolled off Fuschia, who let out an
explosive gasp of breath.

   "What do you want Fuschia to do for us next, Cath?" asked Guy.

   "That was excellent!  I don't know what can top that."

   "Sure you do!"

   "Okay," Cathy Giggled.  "Can Fuschia eat me?"

   "Sure!" said Guy and unshackled Fuschia.

   Cathy then lay on her back while Fuschia crawled down between Cathy's
legs and began sucking.

   "What about you?" asked Cathy to Guy.

   Guy leaned over Cathy's chest and began sucking on one of Cathy's
nipples.

   After mere moments, Cathy began bucking wildly.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh God!  Oh
man!  Shit!  This is incredible!  Oh God!"

   Cathy's second orgasm continued on and on as Guy leaned farther to suck
her other nipple.

   "Now it's my turn!" said Guy.

   Fuschia leaned up and said, "Yes, Master?"

   Cathy dropped her head back on the pillow with a satisfied "Ahhhhh!"

   Guy picked up the fob on his bed table and pressed the button.  Fuschia
let out a shriek.  "You keep sucking, slave!" said Guy to Fuschia.

   Fuschia immediately dropped her face back down into Cathy's crotch.

   "What'd you do to her?" asked Cathy.

   Guy laughed.  "Just one of my toys for keeping slaves obedient."

   "I'm glad I'm not one of your slaves!" said Cathy.

   "Maybe not, but you owe me now!" said Guy and swung a leg over Cathy's
head.

   "I guess you want a blowjob, huh?"

   "Yup!" said guy and lowered his butt to Cathy's face and slid his cock
into her mouth.

   Resting his weight on her head, his cock slid all the way into her mouth
and down her throat.

   He felt Cathy's throat muscles massage his cockhead, and before long he
was shooting his load directly into her esophagus.  "Ah!  Ah!  Ah!" he
moaned again and again.

   Thus spent, he fell off Cathy, who let out an explosive breath, but who
was also quaking from her own orgasm through Fuschia's manipulations.

   "Okay!  Okay!  Enough!  Enough!" Cathy panted and squeezed Fuschia's
face out of her crotch between her thighs.

   Guy grabbed Fuschia's hand and pulled her back up next to him, cradling
himself between the warmth of Cathy's and Fuschia's bodies.

   The three of them fell to sleep entangled in a spider web of arms and
legs.

   ###

   The next morning, Cathy said to Fuschia, "Last night was excellent!"

   "I enjoyed it too!" said Fuschia.

   "Would you like me to pay you back?"

   "What do you mean?" asked Fuschia.

   "I'll eat you if you'd like me to.  Or at least I'll try."

   "If master approves," said Fuschia.

   "Go for it!" said Guy.  "I'll watch!"

   Cathy crawled down between Fuschia's legs, and then Fuschia squirmed
around and put them both into the 69 position.

   Guy watched as the two women ate each other.  Before long, they were
both moaning as their bodies writhed against each other's.  They kept it up
for nearly a half-hour before they fell apart exhausted and panting.

   "Now your turn!" said Cathy to Guy.

   "Huh?" said Guy.

   "Double blowjob!" said Cathy to Fuschia.

   "Sure!" said Fuschia, and a moment later the two women had pushed Guy
onto his back and they were both sucking on his member.

   Guy was panting so heavy at the incredible sensation that he came almost
instantly, shooting his wad into both of their mouths together pressed
together in a girl-girl kiss over the head of his cock.

   Two tongues massaging his cockhead and licking up his cum was the most
incredible feeling of a lifetime and he came again and again and again.

   After great effort, his balls finally drained, and the two girls crawled
up and fell together in a three-way embrace for the rest of the morning.

   "Oh, look at the time!" said Cathy glancing up at the clock on the bed
table.

   "You gotta go, Cath?"

   "Yeah," said Cathy with a sob.

   Cathy got up out of bed and rooted through her bag while Guy put Fuschia
into her cage.

   "You keep her in a cage?  Like an animal?" said Cathy a she pulled on a
pair of jeans.

   "Yeah!  Or my slave machine, or one of my other toys," said Guy.

   A little later, Guy drove Cathy to the Amtrak station where, after a
long teary kiss, they announced the Lakeshore Limited to Cleveland and
points west.

   "Goodbye Guy!"

   "Bye Cathy!"

   They kissed once again before she passed through the gate to the
escalator to the platform below.

   Guy returned home and let Fuschia out of her cage and brought her into
bed with him.

   "She was an ex-girlfriend, I take it," said Fuschia as they snuggled
together.

   "Not really," answered Guy.  "We had a brief fling for about a month
last year.  At the time, she wanted to leave her husband.  We'd talked off
and on about something more permanent, even made plans for her to move in
with me with her kids.  And maybe even..."

   "Even?" said Fuschia.

   Guy sighed.  "But then she fell in love with someone new all of a
sudden--a doctor at the nursing home she worked at--and that was the end of
all our plans."

   "Awww," said Fuschia.  "How heartless!"

   "Yeah," shrugged Guy.  "She has no sense of commitment, but she was a
good fuck!  But you're a better fuck, Fuschia!"

   "Thanks!" giggled Fuschia.  "I think!"

   "And she would have brought problems with her," said Guy.  "One of her
kids is retarded and demands constant attention, and the two teens have had
run-ins with the police for shoplifting."

   "That's not good," said Fuschia.

   "Now that I'm over her and can think clearly about what I was getting
myself into," said Guy, "I probably escaped a life of hell with her."

   "Probably," said Fuschia.  She grinned wide and added, "You're better
off having purchased me."

   "Yup!" said Guy.  He then kissed Fuschia and, after a bit of cuddling,
they fell to sleep entangled together.

   ###

   Over the following weeks, Guy continued to string Fuschia up to his
pussy weight trainer and gradually increased the weight that Fuschia had to
hold from her pussy.

   On the day that she had successfully held a 31 pounds of weight from her
pussy all day long, he shackled her to his bed that night.

   Mounting her, he faced her and said, "For completing the weight
training, you've earned a special treat tonight, Fuschia."

   "What?" she asked.

   Without answering, he began kissing her.  He slowly crawled down her
body and suckled on her nipples; first one, then the other, then back
again. By the time he had alternated a few times, she was gasping and
moaning and pulling against her bound shackles as if on the verge of an
orgasm.

   He then crawled down and sucked on her bellybutton for a while before
sliding his mouth into the seam between her legs.  Of course, she was wet
already.  He lapped up her pussy juices as he sucked her clit into his
mouth and just held it there for a while.  Fuschia's body quivered as he
held her clit in his mouth for nearly a minute.  When he licked it gently,
her body exploded.  He continued to lick the little nub gently, drawing
wave after wave of ecstasy from Fuschia's body.

   His cock was so hard in anticipation.  He crawled back up her body and
rested himself upon her and entered her.

   "Squeeze me," he said.

   Then, _GAAAA!_ He had never felt anything so tight before.  If he
weren't on the verge of an orgasm, it would be almost painful.  He didn't
even have to thrust; she squeezed his cock so tightly that he just exploded
into her over and over again.

   Even after his climax ended, Fuschia continued to grasp Guy's cock in
her iron pussy grip.  They kissed a while before Guy rested his head next
to hers and drifted off to sleep.

   ###

   The next morning, he put Fuschia in her cage while he got to work.  As
Fuschia lay in her cage with trepidation, Guy measured and cut the lumber.

   "What are you building, Master?" she asked in a trembling voice.

   "Something for you," he said with a grin.  "Or for me.  Depending on how
you look at it."

   Fuschia stared at him, wide eyed, as he got to work it.  The project was
fairly simple to build.  When he finished it a few hours later, he had
built a wooden box 4 feet long, by 2 feet wide by 2 feet tall.  He cut the
top sheet of plywood down the middle, lengthwise, with a 6-inch hole in the
middle.  He cut and stapled an old blanket to each of the pieces to make a
padded surface on the top.

   Inside, he cut up and placed a foam mattress pad on the bottom, and then
lined it with a plastic shower curtain.

   "Come on out!" he finally said to Fuschia as he unlocked the cage.

   She glanced rapidly back and forth between Guy and the new box several
times.  "What is that?" she finally asked.

   "You'll like it, sweet slave Fuschia!" he said.  "But first, I want you
to vacuum up the dust and put my tools away while I go downstairs for a
bite."

   After lunch, he returned to find the room neat and clean.  "Good girl!"
he said and gave her a quick kiss.

   He pushed the box against the window and bade for her to step inside the
open box and kneel in it.  He then placed the two padded pieces on the top,
closing them around her neck, which passed through the hole.  When he
latched the two pieces in place, it looked like her disembodied head was
sitting in the middle on top of a wooden table.

   He had brought upstairs a pitcher of iced tea, a glass, and a souvenir
picture book that he had purchased during a trip to Ireland a few years
ago. He set the travel book on the table, pulled his jeans and jockeys off,
and climbed upon the box.

   Crawling up to Fuschia's head, he slid his cock into her mouth and then
wrapped his legs around the back of her head and squeezed tightly.  Only
the very top of her head was visible as part of his lap.

   "Suck me off, Fuschia," he told her.

   She actually didn't have much choice, for his member had grown hard in
anticipation, and she would need to suck him off--and quickly--in order to
breathe again.

   The suction on his cock felt wonderful, while her sucking motion
massaged the shaft of his penis.  He came quickly.  Having his cock in a
woman's mouth always has that effect on him.  Her throat muscles massaged
the head as he filled her throat with his ejaculate.

   Finally satisfied, he picked up the thick, colorful book and began
flipping through it.  Each section of the book described the sights to see
in each of the towns and cities of Ireland: the Guinness Storehouse,
Trinity College, and the Dublin Zoo in Dublin; The Blarney Castle in Cork;
the Lakes of Killarney; Mizen Head Signal Station, a beautiful cliff-side
resort at Ireland's southernmost point near Goleen, and in the summertime
you can sometimes see a diver or two in the ocean; the Cliffs of Moher in
Lahinch; Fota Island, and Cobh in Cork; Gallagher's Pub in Donegal; the
Cliffs of Bunglass in Donegal; and Kilkenny Castle in Kilkenny.  His
favorite part, however, was the section on the Mummers, dancers and
performers in bright, colorful costumes who reenact folk plays to celebrate
the coming of spring.

   The sights to see in Ireland kept Guy's attention throughout the day. 
Guy hadn't had to dismount the box at all, for the tea kept the thirst away
while Fuschia's mouth was a ready receptacle when his body was done with
it.

   He read well into the evening and finally put the book down to watch
some TV.  His cock was still thoroughly engulfed by Fuschia's throat as he
flipped through the cable channels.  He found his favorite channel: the
Classic TV channel.  It showed classic black and white shows from a bygone
era: Dark Shadows, the Perils of Pauline, the Lone Ranger, and many others.
He watched an old episode of Leave It To Beaver in which the beaver
befriended a big shaggy St.  Bernard dog.  But after the show, his eyes
demanded sleep.  He returned upstairs, opened the box, helped Fuschia out,
for her legs had gone all tingly in the hours of sitting motionless in
Guy's head box, and placed her in his slave machine before falling into bed

for the night.
   * TO BE CONTINUED *