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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: SEX DARE: CAN I SUCK YOUR DICK?  [B]
Universe: SEX DARE
Summary: Cruel women dare each other to give blowjobs to shy guys, then
blow the guys off afterward.  One guy takes revenge against their cruel
prank.
Keywords: MF M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub humil oral ws scat tort viol
Language: english

   SEX DARE: CAN I SUCK YOUR DICK?  [B] BY: Hungry Guy
(hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

   Ned was hanging out at _Crazy Eddie's_ (the bar; not the defunct audio
dealer) on Friday night after work.  Wearing his favorite _Quark's Bar_ tee
shirt and jeans, he was leaning against the rail of the balcony overlooking
the dance floor below as _My Dying Bride_ assaulted his ears from the huge
Klipsch speakers hanging from the ceiling.

   Being a shy geeky guy, he never had any luck with women -- never been
laid; never even had a girlfriend.  Occasionally, he would build up the
courage to ask a girl to dance, but the excuses got more bizarre every
time: she has to wash her hair first, or she's having surgery in the
morning, or she has to go home to wash her dog.

   So Ned didn't come here to meet women -- just to have a drink, watch the
people, listen to the music, and play a few arcade games over in the game
room.

   He took a sip of his beer when an attractive woman walked over to him,
laughing hysterically.

   "Hi," she said before letting out an explosive laugh.

   "Yeah, what?" he said with deliberate impatience in his voice.

   He looked her over while she took control of her laughing fit.  She was
"hot", as guys would say.  She was tall and athletic-looking, slender but
not skinny.  Knock-out face, big brown hard eyes, puffy lips, and
shoulder-length light-brown hair.  Dressed to kill, too, in a black tank
top and tight jeans with several inches of bare tight belly between each.
Her tits weren't huge, but they stood out were nice and firm in her tight
top.  The little gold ring in her navel made for a nice finishing touch.

   He was about to just walk away when she leaned close and whispered in
his ear, "Can I suck your dick?" and burst out laughing again.

   Ned knew when he was being teased, though he had never seen this woman
before and was wondering why she had it in for him.  He started to turn to
walk away when she touched his arm.

   "Wait!  Can I?" she asked again and let out a giggle.

   Ned opened his mouth to start to say, "Fuck you!" but then decided not
to cause a scene.  He just turned again and tried to walk away from the
bully.

   She rushed around and stopped in front of him.  "You think _giggle_ I'm
teasing you, _giggle_ don't you?"

   "Uh, huh!" Ned answered with a tinge of anger in his voice.

   "Look, _giggle_ my friends and I are doing sex dares.  _snort_ And I
got'ta suck your dick or I lose."

   "Really?"

   "Yeah!  Really!  You look like you're here alone.  You're not married,
or got a girlfriend, or anything, do you?"

   "Uhm, no," he answered defensively.

   "Then c'mon!  I promise you'll like it!  _giggle_"

   "You're really serious?" he asked, not really believing her.

   "Yeah!  I'm fucking serious!" she insisted with a tinge of annoyance in
her own voice.

   "All right," he answered guardedly.  "Where?  Not right here, I hope."

   "Back in one of the private booths," she answered.

   Ned knew that Crazy Eddie's had a special section lined with private
booths for small groups.  They were just that, too, booths like at a diner
where two to four people could to eat, drink, and perhaps do other
activities, in private.  They were pretty cheap too, for about $20, you
could have a private booth for the night.

   "Okay," Ned said again.

   She grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd and stopped amid four
other women.  "I got him," she told the others.

   "Okay," one of the other women said, "we'll be waiting right here,
Paula."

   Another of the woman looked at him and asked, "What's your name?"

   "Ned," he answered, and, for some reason, that drew a combined laugh
from all of them.

   "C'mon, Ned," Paula said as she pulled him away from her friends.

   Paula led Ned over to the door where a bouncer stood guard.  The
bouncer, apparently recognizing Paula, let them through into the private
section.

   Ned suddenly panicked.  What if this woman was going to rob him, or
worse -- how often does a woman just up and ask a strange guy if she can
suck his dick?

   "What's the matter?" she asked.

   "Nothing," he answered.

   "Don't worry.  I won't hurt you!  Promise!"

   Ned followed Paula down a corridor lined with frosted glass windows and
doors, ensuring privacy for the occupants, then around a corner with
another corridor with more of the same.  She stopped in front of booth 42
and opened the door.  Inside was a tiny carpeted room with cushioned wooden
bench seats against each side wall.  The table was folded up against the
back wall.

   Closing and locking the door, Paula said, "Okay, boy, drop 'em!"

   "Drop what?" Ned asked, his voice squeaking.

   "Your pants, silly."

   "Look," Ned said, smiling at her, "you don't really have to suck my dick
for a dare.  I'll tell your friends you did it anyway."

   "What?  You don't want it?  You gay or something?" she asked with slight
annoyance.

   "No!  I'm not gay!" Ned said defiantly.

   "So, c'mon, then!" she urged.  "Look, that was nice of you, but I got to
show my friends your cum in my mouth."

   Ned swallowed and unbuckled his jeans.  He let them drop and then
fingered the waistband of his briefs as he felt his face turn red.

   Paula kneeled in front of Ned and looked up at him.  "C'mon!  Don't be
shy!  Let me see it!" she urged with a smile.

   Ned pulled his briefs down, letting them fall to his feet onto his
jeans, showing her his limp cock.

   "Oh, so you're going to make me work for it, huh?" she asked with a
smirk.

   "Sorry, but I'm really nervous," he said.

   "You're nervous?  You!  Jeez!" she said as she grabbed his limp member
with her right hand.  She thumbed it back and forth a few times, bringing
it slightly to life.

   Ned gasped when she next opened her mouth and leaned forward, engulfing
his member and closing her lips at its base.

   She began bobbing her head back and forth, sliding his cock in and out.
He felt his cock grow quickly hard at this treatment.  She continued
sucking, and he cautiously rested his hands on her head and then ran his
fingers through her thick soft brown hair.  She didn't seem to object as
she continued bobbing and sucking.

   Ned felt the pressure build in his loins as she continued her assault.
Not only was she sliding his cock back and forth, she was also sucking and
swirling it with her tongue.  Oh man, that felt so good!

   The pressure built up quickly, but he was enjoying this so much that
tried to hold his climax in check.  But when she slid her tongue against
the base of his cock-head and pressed the tip of her tongue gently into his
pee hole, spreading the opening slightly, it was more than he could stand.
He finally exploded into her mouth.  His cock throbbed and his body quaked
as he squirted wad after wad into Paula's mouth, splattering against her
tongue and against the back of her throat, while he moaned, "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"


   His cock finally shot its last wad as Ned sighed, "Wow!"

   Paula slid her mouth off Ned's cock and stood.

   "That felt so good!" he told her.

   She shrugged in answer as cum oozed from her lips.  Then she rushed out
the door and disappeared down the hall.

   Ned started to pull his briefs and jeans back up, but hesitated when he
realized what a cummy mess his cock was.  Looking around for a paper napkin
or tissue, he saw none, so he just pulled them up and buckled his belt. 
_Wow!  What a once-in-a-lifetime experience!_

   He opened the door, wondering where his new girlfriend went.  He looked
up and down the corridor, but it was vacant, so he closed the door and
waited for her to return for him.

   After about ten minutes, the door opened.  One of Paula's friends was
with some tall skinny guy with thick black glasses who was wearing a Play
Station tee shirt.

   "What are you still doing here?" she asked.

   "I'm waiting for Paula to come back," he answered.

   "Oh.  Paula's probably out in the bar looking for you," she said with a
giggle.

   "Thanks," Ned said to them, and left the booth.  He returned to the
balcony but couldn't see Paula or her other friends anywhere.

   He walked up to the railing and looked down on the crowd below.  _Ah
There she is,_ seeing Paula and her friends over at the food window getting
Pizza.

   He struggled through the crowd down the stairs over to the food window
and over to Paula.  Paula gave him an icy stare as he walked up to her with
a big grin on his face.

   "Hi," he said to her, "I was waiting for you up on the room.  I didn't
know you were waiting down here."

   "Get lost, creep!" she scolded him.

   "What?" he squeaked.  "Paula?  What happened?  Why are you mad at me
now?"

   "You got your blowjob," she hissed at him.  "Now get the fuck away from
me!"

   Her remaining friends stepped between Ned and Paula.  One of them said,
"You heard her, dork!  Get lost!"

   Another said, "Isn't _Star Trek_ on now?  Go home!  You're missing it!"
and broke out into obscene laughter.

   Ned backed away from the women as tears welled up in his eyes.  Of
course _Star Trek_ was on now -- didn't those bitches know what a VCR was
for?  With his head down so that no one in the bar could see him crying, he
rushed toward the door and out to his station wagon.

   He got in the car and started the engine, but just sat there crying. 
But after a while his sorrow turned to anger.

   He backed his car out, but instead of leaving, he drove farther to the
back of the lot where the asphalt was cracked and uneven, and was poorly
lit.  He shut off the engine and went to the rear of his station wagon.  He
lowered the tailgate and tugged on a black trunk that he hadn't opened in
years and stored it in his car for lack of anywhere else convenient to
store the bulky thing.  He opened the trunk and sorted through the items
within.  About ten minutes later he was costumed as the most loathsome of
performers: a mime.  He then grabbed some jump ropes to use as props.
He had won second prize in some college contest for this act many years
ago, and hoped he hadn't become rusty.  He also hoped that the popular

misconception that being a nerd equaled being a klutz worked in his favor.

   In black pants, prison-striped shirt, bright green hair, face covered
with white stage makeup, floppy hobo shoes, and big red nose, he went over
to the entrance of the bar and began his act.  As people came and left the
bar, he danced on the sidewalk pretending to be trapped inside a glass box.
A small crowd of people started to collect around him, even though the
crowd changed faces every few minutes.

   In a moment of panic, he though that the bouncers who exited the bar at
one time were going to chase him away, but they just watched and laughed
for a few minutes before returning back inside.

   He grew tired as the hours passed, but he didn't do anything really
tiring during his patient wait.  Besides, it was a rush entertaining people
and drawing a crowd in public.

   His reward finally appeared.  Paula and the others came out of the bar

   He had, at the ready, an allergy inhaler attached to a small helium
canister.  Pretending to have a momentary shortness of breath, he took a
couple of whiffs, then he launched into his second act.  He picked up the
jump rope and began doing tricks.

   He realized that his plan wasn't foolproof.  In fact, he knew his effort
would probably be for nothing, but it was worth a shot.

   Fortunately, Paula and her friends stopped to watch.  He was relieved
that his jump rope skills came back to him.

   He was careful not to pay much attention to Paula and even played up to
some other women on the other side of him coming from the parking lot
toward the bar.  While keeping an eye on Paula and her friends, he played
up to the rest of the crowd deliberately ignoring his targets.

   Then, as Paula and her friends lost interest and started to move toward
the parking lot, he "accidentally" let it brush against Paula's leg as she
walked past, whereupon he feigned a fall to the ground flat on his face.

   Phew, the first, easy, part of his plan worked.  Next, it depended on
the bitch having at least a tiny bit of a heart, which he doubted.

   "OhmyGod!" Paula screamed and kneeled down to him.  "I'm so sorry!  Are
you all right?" she shrieked.

   "Oof!" he spoke in his helium-induced cartoon voice.  "You should watch
your step, young woman!"

   "Oh dear, I'm sorry, sir," she repeated.

   To his frustration, everybody else was crowding in, "Let me help..." "Do
you need help?" "Here, let help you..."

   To Paula, he just squeaked, "I just twisted my ankle.  I'll be okay. 
Can you just help me to my car?"

   "Sure, no problem." she agreed.

   To his relief, her friends said, "We'll wait for you at the car, Paula."


   Ned picked up his ropes and put his arm across Paula's shoulder, and she
put her arm around his waist.  He then limped through the parking lot to
his car, assisted by Paula.

   By the time they reached the rear of the lot, no one else was around. 
He limped up to the rear of the wagon holding onto Paula.  He turned the
handle, letting the tailgate drop.  Then in a deft sequence that he had
played out in his mind over and over again while he was miming for the past
hour, he placed Paula between himself and the tailgate, and pushed her in.
She fell on her back and he quickly jumped on her and tied her ankles with
the rope.

   "Hey!" she screamed.  He quickly climbed onto her body and crawled up to
her head.  He sat his ass right on her face to keep her quiet and then tied
her hands with the other rope.

   While remaining on her face, as her arms flailed and her body bucked, he
reached into his trunk and pulled out a few more ropes.  He then tied her
wrists to her ankles, forcing her into a fetal position.  He removed one
more rope.  He tied a knot into the middle, then tied that knot into a
bigger knot.  He got off her face and shoved that big knot into her mouth
and then tied the rope tightly around the back of her head.

   Finally he covered her with a couple of blankets that kept in his car
for emergencies.

   He closed the tailgate and got in front and started the engine.

   Being a nerd had its advantages in other ways.  He often used the short
dirt road that led from the rear of the parking lot to a back road to avoid
the traffic on the main street.  Few people used or even seemed to know
about the rear exit.  It seemed that such small details of the world are
the exclusive agency of geekdom.

   He slowly left the lot via the back road, without even turning his
lights on until after he got onto the road.

   He made his way down the back road onto a side street, and pulled onto
the main street a few blocks away from the bar.  Once on the main street,
he slid _Misanthrope_ into the CD player and cranked _Rest In Pieces._

   He arrived home about a half-hour later and pulled into his garage.

   He dropped the tailgate and pulled the shaking and terrified woman out
by her ankles and let her fall to the concrete floor with a _thud!_

   He pulled her over the threshold by her ankles into his kitchen, then
slid her headfirst partly above the first step to his basement.  Then,
ensuring he had a good grip on her ankles, he pushed her over the step, and
slowly walked down the steps letting her bound and gagged body slide down
the steps, one by one.

   Once to the basement floor, he unlocked a door, dragged her into
finished room, and turned on the light, revealing a BDSM-lover's dream
dungeon.  He pulled her to the middle of the floor and hooked a pair of
suspension cuffs to her ankles.  Then he pressed a button on the wall to
lower a thin steel cable from a winch in the middle of the ceiling and
hooked it to the cuffs.  Lastly, he pressed an adjacent button, until she
was completely suspended, upside-down, from the ceiling.

   She looked comical, hanging by her ankles, with her wrists and ankles
bound together with rope, and a rope tied around her head with a knot in
her mouth.  The only noise she made, could make, was a barely audible,
"Mmmm!  Mmmmm!"

   At that, he yawned and looked at his watch.  He turned off the light,
locked the door behind him, and returned upstairs.

   He took a quick shower and went to bed, pleased to finally have a
girlfriend.

   ###

   Though he usually liked to sleep late on weekends, he woke early
Saturday morning to play with his new toy.

   Skipping breakfast, he headed downstairs and unlocked his dungeon.

   There it was, still hanging upside down grunting and swinging wildly, as
if that would help it.

   He saw its eyes go wide in recognition as it saw his face for the first
time (or was it the second time?) without his mime makeup on.

   He sniffed the air as he walked up to it, "What stinks?" he asked aloud
as he stood next to it.

   "Mmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!  Mmmmmmm!" it replied,

   "Your clothes are soaked," he said noticing that its clothes were wet
from its crotch down its chest.  Then he noticed its hair dripping onto a
small yellow puddle directly under its head.

   "You pissed yourself?  You worthless slab of female meat!" he yelled at
it.  Then he kicked it in the side of the head, not hard enough to break
anything, but hard enough to hurt.

   Then he untied the ropes that bound its wrists to its ankles and let its
arms drop down.  Next, he untied its wrists from each other.  Then, he
untied the rope that tied its ankles together, leaving it still dangling by
its ankles by the ankle cuffs.  Then he untied the rope from around its
head.

   "You fucking bastard!  Who the fuck do you think you are?" it screamed
at him.

   He kicked it in the head again, saying, "Shut up, slut!  You make
another sound and I'll kick you in the head so hard your skull will crack!"

   He then grabbed its tank top and yanked, ripping it off.  Then he ripped
its bra off, letting its boobs hang upside-down pointing down to its chin.

   Its jeans were too thick to just rip off with his bare hands, so he took
a scalpel and sliced them down the outside of each leg.  Then he ripped its
panties off.

   He walked over to the other end of the room and pulled out a garden
hose. Dragging the hose over, he began rinsing it off with the icy cold
water, letting the water drain into a drain in the floor directly under its
head.

   "C-c-c-cold!" it shivered.

   "What did I say about talking, cunt?" he asked as he kicked it again,
harder this time, but still not hard enough to break its skull.

   "Please," it begged, "don't kick me again.  Please!  I'll be your
girlfriend.  I'll give you blowjobs every day.  Just let me down.  Please!"

   This time, he kicked it in the head without even answering.

   As it swung back and forth from his last kick to its head, he unzipped
his pants, pulled his dick out, and pissed on it, aiming down at its chest
and chin.

   It immediately began coughing and sputtering when he managed to direct
the stream directly into one of its upward-pointing nostrils.

   "Get used to it, slut!" he yelled.  "You're mine now!  Your body is my
fuck toy from now on!  You'll remain naked at all times while at home.  The
only time you'll ever wear clothes again will be if I take you out for some
reason."

   Ned returned upstairs and logged on to his computer.  While he had built
a well-equipped dungeon, he hadn't anticipated owning a genuine
non-consensual slave.  He had to order a lot of additional bondage gear
from assorted BDSM suppliers to train and control it.

   Ned had wondered if there would be news of a missing woman over the next
few days.  Indeed, there was tragic news.  A car full of young women out
for a night on the town had lost control late at night and plunged 200 feet
off a bridge and burst into flames at the bottom of a ravine leading to the
harbor.

   The news was showing recent photographs of the five victims, Corinne,
Fran, Paula, Sue, and Wendy.  Of the five women, only three bodies were
recovered.  All three were burned beyond recognition.  The driver was
trapped inside the car, while the four passengers had been blown out of the
car when the gas tank exploded.  One burnt body was found on the bank not
too far from the point of impact.  Another was found washed up about a mile
away.  A few burnt body parts were scattered around the scene.  Police
found empty beer bottles and drug paraphernalia in the vehicle.  While
inconclusive due to the badly burned bodies, autopsies had suggested that
all three had been intoxicated at the time of the crash.  The two other
women were never found and were presumed washed out to sea with the tide.
Sharks had also been spotted in the bay, perhaps attracted to the scent of
meat and blood.

   Reporters nosing around the bar they were last seen at spoke of a mime
show that night, but the women, themselves, were faceless and nameless bar
patrons whom no one remembered.

   Ned's conscience had been troubled a little, but only a little, by what
he was doing to his captive.  The news comforted him, in a morbid way, in
knowing that, had he not captured and enslaved it, it would have died a
gruesome death with its four friends in that fiery crash.

   The next couple of weeks passed uneventfully while he waited for his new
supplies.  In the meantime, he occasionally lowered it onto a large table,
shackled it down spread-eagle, climbed on top of it, and fucked it. 
Sometimes, he would put on a rubber and fuck it in its cunt.  But since
rubbers were messy and dulled the sensation, he would, more often, climb on
it with his hips over its face and fuck it in the mouth.  Bearing down
under the full weight of his body by his crotch on its jaw, his cock jammed
deep down its throat, it would buck wildly as he rode it.  And
occasionally, he would strap it down on its chest, lubricate its ass
thoroughly with KY jelly, and fuck it in the asshole.  He slapped it,
whipped it, or kicked it, if it tried to speak or make any sounds, and it
learned to remain silent.

   When he wasn't fucking it, it remained hanging from its ankles.  He fed
it water and dog food once each day.  He also rinsed its piss, and his
piss, off it every couple of days.

   When the last of his orders had arrived, he opened all his packages on a
table in his dungeon and spread everything out.  He spent several hours
mounting electronic equipment around the room, then he placed several
leather garments in a drawer.

   The next thing he did was to place a special electronic collar around
Fuck's neck, and hook a padlock though the buckle.

   "Bitch," Ned said to it.

   It looked up at him in silence, and he smiled down at it.

   "Say something," he ordered its.

   "Wha...  Aaaaa!  Aaaaaaa!  Aaaaaaa..." it screamed.

   "Quiet!" he ordered.  "That's what'll happen if you utter a sound.  And
the pain will continue until you are silent."

   It silenced its screaming, yet panted heavily as if trying to catch its
breath.

   "One more thing," he said.  "See this fob in my hand?"

   It nodded a yes.

   "Watch."

   He pressed a button on the fob.

   "Aaaaa!  Aaaaaaa!" it screamed.

   "That's what'll happen if you disobey me," he said to it.

   "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

   "You're forgetting the pain will continue for as long as you make
noise."

   Again, it stopped screaming, and returned to panting.

   "Good toy!" he said.  "Oh?  Didn't I tell you I'm changing your name? 
Your name is now Fucktoy, because that's what you are.  You are nothing
more than a fuck toy, a cheap object that exists only for my amusement. 
Now, in a minute, I'm going to let you down.  But there's something you
should know first.  Not only do you get pain for talking or if I press this
button; you also get pain if you get too far away from that transmitter on
the wall, or if you walk through that door.  Do you understand?"

   It nodded yes.

   "That's not good enough, Fucktoy.  When I ask a question, you must
answer, 'yes' or 'no'.  The pain will only last a second, unless you start
screaming."

   Fucktoy swallowed and opened its mouth to answer, but it only began
quaking in fear.

   "Answer my question, Fucktoy," he said and pressed the button.

   "Aaaaaaa!" it screamed.

   "I'm going to hold this button down until I hear you answer my question,
Fucktoy."

   "Aaaaaaaayyyyeesss!" it screamed and then closed its mouth.

   "Good toy, but next time, I'll expect a simple 'yes' or no' without any
screaming.  Do you understand?"

   Fucktoy paused before yelping out a quick, "Yes," and twitching and
gasping for breath.

   "Excellent, Fucktoy!" he told it.

   Next, Ned lowered Fucktoy down onto the floor.  With its ankles still
shackled together, he grabbed its wrist and led it, hobbling, over to a
gurney.

   "Lay on this table, Fucktoy," Ned told it.

   Fucktoy lay on the table, naked except for the collar.  Ned then
shackled Fucktoy to the table by its wrists and ankles then strapped it
down with several belts.  He went over to one of his recently opened
packages and removed some new implements.  Then he returned to its side and
pushed its head down sideways.

   "Now, Fucktoy," he told it, "I'm going to mark you as my property.  It's
going to hurt like a son of a bitch, but remember what'll happen if you
make any noise, okay?"

   Fucktoy closed its eyes and nodded as a tear dropped from its eye down
the side of its head.

   With scalpel in hand, Ned carved a stylized "NED" in Fucktoy's right
cheek.  He actually made two strokes for each line of the design, resulting
in a V-gouge for each mark of the design.

   It took a while, because Fucktoy occasionally bucked at the pain, and he
also had to wipe its blood off.  After about an hour of slow painstaking
work, Ned finally completed placing his mark on Fucktoy's cheek.

   Yet, he wasn't finished.  Next, Ned carved in block letters, "Fucktoy,
property of, Ned" on its left arm just below its shoulder.

   Ned placed bandages on its cheek and shoulder, went upstairs, and called
it a day.

   The following day, Ned returned to his dungeon.  He removed the bandages
from Fucktoy's cheek and shoulder.  Next, Ned took a high-power soldering
iron, and let it get hot.  After the iron had got good and hot, he traced
the design on Fucktoy's cheek and his writing on its shoulder.

   Afterward, Ned told it, "Fucktoy, you were very well behaved.  I have a
reward for you."

   Fucktoy looked up at him with a smile.

   It got on the table and lay down as instructed.

   Ned pulled out a gigantic dildo and a leather harness.  He pressed the
dildo to Fucktoy's asshole and slowly pushed it in, deeper and deeper.

   Fucktoy began crying in pain, "Please -- sir -- hurts!  I -- beg -- you
-- no!"

   Ned slapped Fucktoy on the back of the head and then pushed the monster
dildo up its ass with one final shove.

   Next, Ned took a leather harness and wrapped it around Fucktoy's hips
and between its legs, clipping it to the end of the huge dildo so that
Fucktoy couldn't shit the dildo out.

   "Now," Ned said, "I'm going to use my fuck toy as a cum sponge."

   A long time ago, Ned had ordered a custom-made leather harness from a
BDSM web site.  He had never dared hope that he would ever get actually use
it, but he eagerly rooted through his BDSM gear until he found it.  But
first, Ned grabbed an adult diaper and put it on Fucktoy.

   "Now get off the table and squat in front of me, you worthless example
of womankind," he ordered it.

   First Ned clamped a jaw-spreader into Fucktoy's mouth, turning the bolt
until its mouth was stretched open impossibly wide.

   Then Ned placed his custom harness over Fucktoy's head.  He buckled the
belts until it fit snug, holding the cock-ring over Fucktoy's mouth.

   Another harness hung loose, attached to that same cock-ring, dangling
from Fucktoy's chin.  Ned stepped into the second harness, sliding his cock
through the cock-ring into Fucktoy's gaping mouth.  He buckled the harness
around his hips and between his legs, holding his cock snugly inside
Fucktoy's mouth.

   Ned entered a code on his fob so that Fucktoy could leave the dungeon
without getting shocked.  Then, with Fucktoy's mouth snugly attached to his
cock, he slowly walked out of the dungeon and up stairs, pushing it to
crawl on its legs in front of him.

   Ned walked into the kitchen, nuked a pizza, grabbed a case of Guinness,
and finally made his way into his living room.

   He settled down on the sofa and turned on the _Star Trek_ marathon on
TNN.

   He ate his pizza and drank beer after beer as countless battles raged on
TV between Klingons, Romulans, Borg, Ferengi, and others throughout the
night.

   Ned didn't remember when he fell asleep, but he woke the next morning
with a splitting hangover.  Empty bottles of beer littered his coffee
table, and the _Star Trek_ marathon had been replaced with a _Gary The Rat_
marathon something during the morning.

   "Oh man!" he muttered as he started to stand, but fell back being that
Fucktoy's mouth was still firmly strapped to his cock by that custom dual
harness, with her head between his thighs on the sofa cushion.

   "On your knees, cunt," he ordered it and tried to stand again.

   "Eww!" he muttered as he stepped into a moist spot between her legs.

   "You stupid bitch!" he yelled at it.  "You pissed on the carpet!"

   Ned unbuckled Fucktoy's mouth from his cock and told it to get out the
carpet cleaner and clean the carpet while he got himself some aspiring and
a bite to eat.

   "Change your loaded diaper while you're at it too, worthless slab of
meat!" he also told it.

   After Fucktoy had cleaned the carpet, he brought it back down to the
dungeon and hung it by its ankles and then returned to bed.

   He returned to the dungeon the following day to play with his fuck toy
again.  He lowered it, and released its ankles from the shackles.  He even
removed the harness around its waist and removed the giant dildo from its
asshole.

   "I have a special treat for my fuck toy," he told it, and it smiled back
at him.

   "No more dog food and water.  From now on you get special food made by
my body."

   Ned hadn't fed Fucktoy solid food since before the _Star Trek_ marathon
yesterday, and knew that it must be starving, and maybe even thirsty.

   "Are you thirsty, Fucktoy?" Ned asked.

   "Yes," it squeaked and grimaced.

   "Then take a seat at this table," Ned told it.  He took a plastic cup
and plate out of a cabinet and set them on the table in front of Fucktoy.
He also set a plastic knife, fork, and spoon next to the plate.  He then
unzipped his pants, took the cup, held the cup under his cock, pissed into
the cup.

   "Here you go, Fucktoy," he said as he handed it the cup, "you may drink
this."

   Fucktoy looked to be in shock as it took the cup from Ned's hand.  "Now,
Fucktoy.  What do you say for such a precious gift from your owner?"

   "Thank," it gasped, followed by, "you -- sir."

   "Now drink it, Fucktoy," Ned told it.

   Fucktoy raised the cup to its lips and drank Ned's pee once again.

   Fucktoy's stomach growled at that moment, and Ned asked, "Are you
hungry, Fucktoy?"

   Fucktoy hesitated a second before squeaking, "Yes."

   "All right, Fucktoy, give me a minute to prepare your dinner," Ned
answered.

   Ned went over to one corner of his dungeon and slid out one of those
portable toilet chairs that old people use.  He rinsed out the bowl under
the toilet seat and replaced it.  Ned then pulled down his pants and took a
seat.  After a few minutes of grunting, a foul odor filled the dungeon. 
Ned stood, wiped his ass and tossed the toilet paper into the trash and
removed the bowl from under the chair.  He emptied the contents of the bowl
onto that plastic plate.

   "Here's your dinner, Fucktoy.  Let me refresh your drink."

   Ned picked up the cup, unzipped his pants, squirted a few more drops of
piss into it, and set it back down on the table.

   "There you go, Fucktoy.  Enjoy your dinner," Ned said.

   Fucktoy just sat there with its mouth agape and its eyes open wide.  It
kept looking back and forth up at Ned and down at the plate full of his
shit.

   "Go ahead, Fucktoy," Ned urged.  "Eat your dinner."

   Ned picked up the fob and motioned to press the button.

   Fucktoy immediately picked up a knife and fork, and cut a tiny slice of
shit off the pile of turds on its plate.

   Fucktoy grimaced as it raised the turd to its mouth on the fork and bit
it off the fork.  Fucktoy chewed a little then swallowed, and then looked
as if it was about to puke.

   With pain-fob in hand, Ned urged it, "Go on Fucktoy, take another bite
of your dinner."

   Fucktoy cut another slice of turd and ate it.

   "Take a drink if you need to, Fucktoy," Ned suggested.  It lifted the
cup and took a sip of piss to wash down the last bits of turd.

   "Okay, Fucktoy," I'll leave you to finish your dinner.  "By the way,"
Ned added as he opened the door.  "I have a camera in this room," pointing
to a camera hanging from the ceiling, "and you'll be punished if you don't
finish your dinner."

   At that, he left the dungeon, locking the door behind him, and returned
upstairs.

   The following day, Ned reviewed the surveillance tape and observed that
Fucktoy ate its dinner.  He then returned to the dungeon carrying a pen and
pad of yellow legal paper.

   "Fucktoy," he told it as he handed it the pad and paper, "You are to
write on this paper one thousand times, "I am a worthless turd of female
meat."

   Fucktoy took the pen and paper, answering, "yes -- sir."

   "I'll be back later, and you had better be finished," he told it.

   That evening, Ned returned as Fucktoy was finishing its assignment.

   "You're not done yet, cunt?" Ned asked in anger.

   "One -- more -- page -- sir," it begged.

   "Very well," Ned answered and sat.  He took the fob in hand and held the
button down.

   "Aaaaaaa!" Fucktoy screamed.

   "I'll release the button when you finish your assignment."

   Fucktoy struggled, shaking and shivering, and put the pen to the paper
and struggled to continue writing.

   It took nearly an hour for Fucktoy to finish that last page and hand it
to Ned.

   Ned held the button down as he counted the pages, checking that all 32
lines on each page were used.

   Ned counted 32 full pages, for 1024 times having written the line, and
then released the button.

   Fucktoy fell to the floor panting.

   "Well?" he demanded.

   "Thank -- you -- sir," Fucktoy leaned up and answered.

   "As your reward for completing your assignment, I have good news for
you, Fucktoy."

   Fucktoy smiled up at him.

   "I'll be feeding you fresh from the source from now on."

   Ned pulled out another contraption from a storage room off the dungeon.
It was a 6'-long 6"-high padded platform with a wooden toilet mounted on
one end.  Ned unlatched some latches on the wooden toilet and swung it up
and over.

   "Lay down in that, Fucktoy," he told it.

   Fucktoy sat on the platform and lay back, setting its head in the
half-open box.  Ned closed the box over its head, framing its face in the
toilet seat.  Ned latched the box closed, then shackled Fucktoy's wrists
and ankles to the platform.

   "Man, I gotta shit bad," Ned said, and sat on the toilet.  He squirmed
around a little until he had positioned his asshole directly over Fucktoy's
mouth.

   He grunted and pushed out a lump of shit.  It oozed through his anus,
through Fucktoy's lips into its mouth.  He took another breath and pushed
out another log.  Then another.  Then another.

   Fucktoy had started to buck and struggle in the shackles.

   "Stop struggling, Fucktoy!  I'm not done yet."

   Ned figured that its lungs must be screaming for air by then, so he
squeezed out one last little turd, and lifted his ass off its face.

   Fucktoy began panting and catching its breath as soon as Ned stood.  A
moment later, Ned sat back down on its face, this time, he slid his dick
into its mouth.  He pissed and then stood.

   "What do you say, Fucktoy," Ned asked it.

   "Thank -- you -- sir," it gasped out.

   He left Fucktoy locked in the toilet bench for the rest of the week and
used it as his toilet regularly.

   Later that week, Ned had Fucktoy sit in a chair by the sink in the
dungeon.  Producing a box of hair care products, he cut its hair short like
a man's haircut.  Then he washed and bleached its hair, including its
eyebrows.

   The following day, he repeated the procedure, but instead of bleaching
its hair and eyebrows, he dyed it a punk green.

   During the week, Ned stopped at _Home Depot_ on his way home from work
one evening.  He purchased four 1/4" brass eyebolts, related brass washers
and nuts, and an extra-long 1/4" drill bit.  When he arrived home, he filed
one small groove down the threads of each eyebolt.  Then he placed the
hardware in his Autocalve.

   The following day, he went down to his dungeon where he had left Fucktoy
manacled to the Saint Andrew's cross overnight.  He released it from the
cross and told it to lie on the table.  He removed the sterilized hardware
from his Autoclave and set them on a sterilized towel in preparation for
surgery.  Then he placed Fucktoy's arm and hand in two wooden clamps.  He
inserted the bit in his power drill and held the bit to Fucktoy's arm just
above its wrist.  Fucktoy screamed as Ned drilled a 1/4" hole through its
skin, through its radius bone, and out the other side of its arm.  As blood
gushed out, he slid one of the eyebolts through the hole in Fucktoy's
wrist, with the eyebolt on the upper side of its arm and with a nut and
washer at each end.  He tightened the nuts and brushed some super glue
between each of the two washers and Fucktoy's skin to act like liquid
suture.  The groove in the screw thread would keep the bolt from turning
once the bone grew back around it.  He repeated the procedure to Fucktoy's
other arm.  Then he mounted the two remaining eyebolts through its tibia
bones with the eyebolt on the outside of each of its ankles.

   In the future, Ned would be able to shackle Fucktoy to the cross with
the eyebolts in its wrists and ankles instead of using flimsy leather
cuffs.

   Next Friday evening, Ned brought some clothing down to his dungeon. 
First, he washed Fucktoy off with the hose as he regularly did.  Then he
handed Fucktoy the clothing, a narrow black halter-top, a skimpy black
skirt, black socks, and black shoes.

   "Put these on, Fucktoy," he told it, "we're going out."

   Fucktoy picked up the garments and looked puzzled.  "Panties?" it
gasped.

   "Nope!  No underwear, Fucktoy."

   Fucktoy pulled the skirt up, and then pulled the halter over its
shoulders.  It then sat on a stool and put the shoes on.

   "Looking good, Fucktoy!" he told it.

   Fucktoy then started pointing to its legs.

   "What are you doing, Fucktoy?" Ned asked.

   "Shave -- legs," it gasped.

   "Oh yeah, your legs have become a little hairy, I see."

   Fucktoy nodded yes.

   "Well, hairy legs don't bother me, Fucktoy.  In fact, in Europe, women
don't shave their legs at all."

   Ned picked up a leash from a table and hooked it to Fucktoy's collar. 
"Now come along."

   Fucktoy hesitated as Ned stepped through the door.

   "Oh, I forgot to tell you.  I'm carrying a special transmitter." He
pointed to what looked like a pager hanging on his belt.  "As long as you
stand within about ten feet of me, you'll be able to leave this room."

   Ned continued to lead Fucktoy upstairs and out to his car.

   Ned drove across town to the Galleria Mall.

   Once inside the mall, Ned wandered through the crowd leading Fucktoy by
its leash.  Ned smiled inwardly as people gawked at the sight.

   Ned stopped at a fashion store that had mannequins on display wearing
ultra-skimpy bikinis.  That gave Ned an idea.  He led Fucktoy into the
store to the swimwear rack.

   A salesgirl approached and asked Fucktoy, "Can I help you?"

   Ned answered, "I'm looking for some bikinis like on display in front."

   "Are they for you," she asked Fucktoy.

   "Yes," Ned answered.

   It was then that the salesgirl seemed to notice that Ned was holding a
leash attached to Fucktoy's collar, and that Fucktoy had a brand on its
cheek and shoulder, and that it had brass bolts embedded in each of its
wrists.

   "Oh!" the salesgirl said to Ned.  "Sorry, I'm a little into BDSM too, so
I'm cool with you guys," she whispered.  "What size is she?" she asked Ned.


   "34-28-34," Ned answered.

   "Then a size nine or ten should fit her."

   The salesgirl flipped through the rack of bikinis and handed a few to
Ned.

   "Do you like these?" she asked Ned.

   "Hmm, yes," he picked one out of each color, "I like this one, and this
one, and this one."

   "Good choices.  They'll look good on her," she told him.

   "Okay, I'll take them."

   "Good, follow me to the register, sir."

   Ned paid for the bikinis, and handed the bag to Fucktoy.

   "Thank -- you -- sir," it whispered.

   Ned then led Fucktoy to a game store full of billiard tables, chess
tables, home bar furniture, and so forth.  He stopped and examined the
darts and dartboards.  He picked out a couple of boxes of dart as a
salesman walked up to them and asked, "Can I help you folks?"

   Ned answered, "I just want to buy a set of darts."

   "We have two types.  There's the traditional steel-tipped darts that you
have in your hand.  Then there's the plastic safety darts.  Are you a
beginner or an experienced player?"

   "I'm a beginner, but I know what I want," Ned answered holding up his
intended purchases.

   "Very well.  For those, you'll need a bristle board like one of those,"
he said pointing to some dartboards hanging on the wall.

   "I already have a dartboard," Ned said to the salesman, grinning at
Fucktoy.

   "Uhm, yeah," said the salesman, "Let me know if you need any help." Then
he walked away.

   Ned took his selections up to the register, paid for them, and left the
store, handing the package to Fucktoy.

   Ned walked down the mall to the food court and got in line at the
Chinese counter.  He ordered a plate of lo mein and then took a seat at a
table.

   As they were eating, a woman and a little girl walked by.  Ned heard the
little girl ask her mother, "Mommy why does that lady have writing on her
body and bolts in her arms?"

   The mother glared at Ned, then grabbed her daughter by the hand and
yanked her away in a rush.

   As Ned ate his lunch, Fucktoy tapped him on the shoulder.  "Hungry --
sir," it said and grimaced.

   "I'll see if I can find a private restroom to feed you in, otherwise
you'll have to wait until we get home."

   As Ned continued to eat, another mother and child sat at an adjacent
table.  Ned observed the little boy staring at Fucktoy, eyeing the writing
on its shoulder that said, "Fucktoy, property of, Ned.

   The buy then turned to his mother and asked, "Mommy, what does f-u-c-k
mean?"

   The mother looked up from her burger and whispered in anger, "Where did
you hear _that_ word, young man?"

   The mother's jaw dropped when her son pointed at Fucktoy.

   She glared at Ned and Fucktoy and started to leave.

   "But Mommy!  What kind of toy is a fuck toy?  Can I have one?  Please!"

   "Come along," the mother scolded her son, and they left with their food
to find another table.

   Ned also noticed countless men glancing oddly under the table as they
passed by.  Obviously, they could see Fucktoy's naked hairy pussy from a
certain angle with the short skirt it wore.

   Ned finished his lo mein, and headed off to the restrooms.  Fortunately,
between the men's and the women's restrooms, there was a single
handicapped/family restroom.  He and Fucktoy entered the room, and Ned
closed and locked the door.

   Fucktoy knew to lie on its back on the floor before being told.  Ned
dropped his jeans and squatted over Fucktoy's face.  He pointed his cock
into its mouth and gave it a drink.  Then he actually sat on its face with
his asshole over its mouth, and grunted out a lump of shit.  He tried to
push out another, but that's all he had in him.  He stood, wiped his ass,
and flushed the paper down the toilet.

   He told Fucktoy to wash its face good after it swallowed its lunch.

   Then, he told Fucktoy to stand, and then washed his hands and left the
restroom.

   "Thank -- you -- for -- lunch -- sir," Fucktoy grunted to Ned.

   Ned led Fucktoy through the mall and back out to his car and home.

   One Saturday afternoon, Ned had invited one of his friends over.

   "Come on in, Sam.  I want to show you something."

   Sam stopped and gasped at the sight of a naked woman standing at
attention in Ned's living room.

   "Cool!" Sam said.  "It looks so real!  Where'd you get it?  It is
anatomically correct?"

   "Sam," Ned said, then paused, "it's real!"

   "What?  You're shitting me?"

   "Nope.  That's a real live girl!"

   "Dude, the bolts in its arms and legs give it away that it's a robot or
dummy."

   To Fucktoy, Ned said, "Fucktoy, walk over here."

   "No way!" Sam insisted.  "No way you got a hot babe like that!  And just
standing there naked while you got friends over!  No way dude!"

   Fucktoy walked over and stopped next to Ned.

   "Oh man!" Sam said.  He looked at it closely and said to it, "Holy shit!
Those bolts got to be fake, but you've got Ned's name tattooed in your
face! And what's that say on your arm?  Uh, 'Fucktoy, property of, Ned'
Whoa!"

   Fucktoy didn't answer Sam.

   "Wait a minute," Sam said, "she ain't talking.  She's some kind of robot
or something?  Ain't no way a real woman, especially a hot babe like that,
would go for someone like you or me, and let you tattoo your name on her
face and that property thing on her arm."

   "She's real, Sam," Ned said.

   Then to Fucktoy Ned said, "Say 'hi' to Sam, Fucktoy."

   "Hi -- Sam," Fucktoy gasped.

   "Hmm, that don't sound real to me, Ned."

   "That's cause it's got a pain collar on its neck that shocks it whenever
it talks.  Watch this."

   Ned pressed the button on his belt fob, and Fucktoy bent over screaming
and fell to the floor.

   "Cool!" Sam said.

   "Back on your feet, you worthless slab of female meat!" Ned yelled at
it.

   Fucktoy caught its breath and stood again.  "Sorry -- sir," it gasped.

   "Wow, she is real!" Sam finally said.  "She really let you treat her
like that?"

   "It has no choice, Sam.  I own it.  I own its worthless body.  It's my
fuck toy.  And, yes, those bolts through its wrists and ankles are real too
-- they go right through its bones."

   "You mean she's, I mean it's, your slave?"

   "Yup!  It's my slave!" Ned said with a big grin.

   "No way!"

   "Way!  I'll prove it!" Ned said.  "Fucktoy, go get an empty plastic cup
from the kitchen.  Bring me and Sam a couple of beers too."

   Fucktoy went to the kitchen and returned with an empty cup and two
bottles of Guinness, handing one to Sam and one to Ned.

   "First, watch this," Ned said to Sam.

   "Bend down and hold the cup out, Fucktoy," Ned told it.

   Ned set his beer on the table and unzipped his pants.  Sam gasped as Ned
pulled out his dick and peed into the cup that Fucktoy was holding.

   Ned filled the cup and zipped his pants back up.

   "Fucktoy," Ned said, "what's in the cup?"

   "Your -- piss -- sir," it answered.

   "Drink it," Ned commanded.

   Fucktoy lifted the cup to its thick sultry lips and drank the piss from
the cup.

   "Holy crap!" Sam gasped.

   "Throw the empty cup away, Fucktoy," Ned told it.

   Fucktoy took the empty cup to the kitchen and returned a moment later.

   "How?  How did you ever get her to be your slave?" Sam asked.

   "It's a long story, Sam.  Say, wanna play a game of darts?"

   "Sure.  But man!  I never would'a guessed you were so -- sadistic! 
Jeez! "

   "Fucktoy, go stand over by the wall," Ned said.

   Ned opened a glass door on his TV wall unit and pulled out a box. 
Opening the box, he handed Sam a set of five red darts, and took a set of
five green darts for himself.

   "Ned?" Sam blurted.

   "We're playing darts, Sam.  Now listen.  Each nipple, itself, is 100
points.  The little red circle around each nipple is 10 point.  Anywhere
else on either of its breasts is 1 point.  Hit anywhere else on its head or
torso, and you lose immediately; I don't want my Fucktoy damaged.  Same if
you miss completely and hit the wall.  But if you hit an arm or leg, that
doesn't count either way.  We play till we're out of darts, okay?"

   "Yeah, sure," Sam shrugged.

   "Fucktoy," Ned said, "stand perfectly still until the game is over."

   Ned threw a dart.  Fucktoy screeched when the dart slammed into its left
breast, releasing a trickle of blood down its breast and chest.

   "One point for me," Ned said.

   Sam threw a dart and hit it in the right arm, causing Fucktoy to gasp.

   Fucktoy began to reach for the dart, but Ned said, "Fucktoy, don't move.
I'll let you remove the darts when the game is over."

   Ned threw another dart.  It slammed into Fucktoy's right breast.

   Sam threw a dart, which hit Fucktoy in the red circle just under its
left nipple.

   "Whoohoo!  Ten points," Sam cheered.

   Ned threw a dart, which slid right into Fucktoy's left nipple just above
Sam's last dart.

   "Oh yeah, baby!" Ned cheered.

   Sam's next dart hit Fucktoy in its arm again, just under his other dart.
"Shit!"

   Ned's next dart hit Fucktoy in the stomach just above its belly button.
"Aaaaaaa!" it cried out and doubled over.

   "You lose, Ned!" Sam laughed.  "You broke your own rule!"

   "Oops!" Ned said with a giggle.  "You win this one, buddy!"

   "Fucktoy!" Ned shouted at it.  "Go wash the darts off and put them away.
Then wash all that blood off your worthless carcass."

   Fucktoy staggered into the bathroom as the darts stuck out of its
breasts, arms, and stomach like a pincushion.

   "Wanna watch _Star Trek?"_ Ned asked Sam.  _TNN_ has been having _Star
Trek_ marathons the past few weekends and I got almost every episode!"

   "Cool!" Sam answered as they plopped onto the sofa.

   "Fucktoy!" Ned screamed.  "Get your worthless cunt out here and turn the
TV on for us!  Now!"

   Fucktoy staggered unto the living room, still washing trickles of blood
off itself.  It picked up the remote control that was sitting on the
end-table just inches away from Ned's hand, and turned on the TV and VCR.

   "What?" Ned screamed when he saw her, "You stupid bitch!  Get your
worthless ass back and that bathroom and finish washing yourself off!"

   "Oh man," Sam muttered.  "It's so weird sitting here watching TV being
waited on by a naked slave woman."

   "Yeah!  Hey, you want a blowjob, buddy?"

   "What?  I..." Sam stammered.

   "Fucktoy, you worthless slab of meat," Ned shouted, "get back out here!"

   Fucktoy walked out to the living room and Ned said, "Get on your knees
and open your mouth."

   As it did so, Ned said, "Go ahead Sam, have fun!"

   "Really?" squeaked Sam.

   "Yeah, sure," Ned said.

   Sam stood and unbelted and unzipped his pants.  Pulling his dick out, he
stepped up to Fucktoy and slid his dick into its mouth.

   Ned watched as Fucktoy worked on Sam's member in its mouth, swirling it
around as its cheeks bulged and bobbed its head back and forth.

   In a moment, Sam began panting.  Not soon after, he began quaking as he
came into Fucktoy's mouth.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Sam panted over and over again as Fucktoy swallowed.

   Finally, Sam stood there breathing heavily and slid his cock out of
Fucktoy's mouth.

   As Sam zipped his pants, Ned said to Fucktoy, "What do you say to Sam?"

   "Thank -- you -- Sam," Fucktoy panted.

   "You're welcome!" Sam answered.  "And, uh, thank you!"

   Sam sat back down and then they drank their beers and watched _Star
Trek_ through the rest of the evening.

   Ned had Fucktoy serve them pizza and popcorn throughout the evening,
until it was late and Sam left to go home.

   Ned fucked Fucktoy in his bed after Sam left, and then suspended it from
its ankles in the dungeon before going to bed for the night.

   Later that week, Ned said to Fucktoy one evening after work.  "Good
news, Fucktoy.  I got a transfer out of state.  After I move, I'll be able
to take you out without fear of anyone recognizing you!  Won't that be
great?"

   "Yes -- sir," it gasped.

   Over the next couple of weeks, Ned had to stay away overnight while
searching for a new house, so he left Fucktoy with bowls of water and dog
food.

   Ned had had Fucktoy do all the work of packing up his household into
moving boxes for the movers.  Packing up and tearing down the dungeon was
the biggest chore.  On the day before the move, Ned packed Fucktoy into a
large wheeled trunk with air holes and packed it in the back of his wagon
with the rest of his prized possessions, such as his computer and his
stereo.

   The move went fairly smoothly as moves go, and he was in his new home a
few days later.

   In his new home, he didn't bother building a dungeon per-se.

   At first, he just kept Fucktoy in a locked cage in his bedroom when he
wasn't fucking or feeding it.  He promptly set up Fucktoy's security system
in the master bedroom suite consisting of bedroom, master bath, and study.
Fucktoy's absolute acquiescence, and the secluded location of his new home,
provided sufficient privacy that he didn't need to keep it in a windowless
basement dungeon.

   In time, he might build another dungeon for play, but it wasn't a
priority.

   * END *