Sara Ellsworth frowned as she looked over at the sheet of paper 
Jim had left for her on her couch.  Things, she thought, weren't looking 
good.  Sure he'd been a great fuck, better than she'd had in a long time, 
but she obviously wasn't going to be able to use her "assets" to get him 
under her thumb.  Maybe in time, she thought, but until then she would 
have to put up with his crap.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, especially if 
he could fuck like that.
	She stood up, the sweat drying from her body and Jim's come 
leaking out of her pussy, and, picking up Jim's paper, walked to the 
bathroom to clean up.  On the way she cursed aloud as she read what Jim 
had written.  She was to speak only when spoken to in his presence.  She 
was to refer to him and anyone he chose as master or mistress--she didn't 
like that at all, seeing his intentions all too clearly.  She was to 
thank him after anything he did to her.  She was not to wear underwear.  
She was never to wear pants, only tight shorts, skirts, and dresses.  
Every evening that he set aside for them, she was to have dinner prepared 
for him as well as $500 cash for him.  Every Friday evening from six 
on would be for him, and that evening he would give her a list of dates 
and times the following week she was to service him.
	She kept cursing as she read; she was to be his goddamn slave!  
She trembled in rage as she stepped into the shower.  Tommorrow and 
Friday he would return; she thought about killing him, but didn't think 
she could get away with it.  If he pushed her too far, though....  Maybe, 
she thought, she could use this letter to blackmail him?  But then they 
would just both go to jail, and she certainly didn't want that.  She 
stamped her foot in frustration and almost slipped in the shower.  
Goddamn that bastard.
	Jim picked him up that evening right on time.
	"You ready for a good fuck kid," Jim said.
	"I'm ready," Achilles answered, thinking of the spanking he had 
given Amy earlier, her ass thrust before him, at the mercy of his hand.
	"Let's go then!"  And they drove off toward Ms. Sara Ellsworth's home.
	Hoping to speed the night along, Sara decided to wait for Jim in 
the living room, naked.  She was quite comfortable doing so, nudity being 
a usual occurance with her, and watched tv while she waited.  She heard 
the front door open and, looking at the clock, thought right on time.  
She stood up, one knee still resting on the couch, and smirked as Jim 
walked into the living room, her hands on her hips.
	"Hello, Sara," he said, smiling as he moved close to her, his 
eyes devouring her naked form.
	In return she eyed him.  She hoped all he wanted tonight was 
another fuck, but somehow she doubted it.  She certainly wasn't going to 
give him the satisfaction of being put out, though.
	"What the fuck," she cried out, using her arms to cover her 
privates and stepping back as she saw some high school punk step into the 
room.
	"Now now, Sara."  Jim, hulking over her, reached around her head 
and grabbed the back of her neck in one huge hand, forcing her to stand 
next to him so that Achilles could get a good look, "I've just invited a 
friend of mine.  You see, he needed a piece of ass, and since you were 
available..."
	"You fucking bastard!" she yelled, cut short by a stinging slap 
across the face, sending her short brown hair flying about her head.  She 
glared up at him with large, pretty eyes, and saw his face turn hard.
	"Enough of that, you cunt," he growled, shaking her.  "You're 
already in enough trouble as it is, forgetting the rules."  Turning to 
Achilles, he said "Come here kid."
	Achilles watched this interplay with a certain trepidation.  His 
cock was threatening to burst out of his pants, and the sight of Ms. 
Ellsworth--Sara--her lithe, clean body, her round, smooth breasts, her 
strong thighs and legs, her narrow waist and flat stomach, her sweet, 
doll-like face, all sent pangs of lust through him.  Her violent 
reaction, though, caught him off gaurd, and he was glad Jim was there.  
He walked over to Sara, not able to remove his eyes from her body, and 
heard Jim introducing them.
	"Sara, this is Achilles, he is going to be one of your masters 
tonight.  Achilles, this is your new fucktoy.  She'll do whatever you ask."
	Sara started when she heard herself refered to as fucktoy.  She 
had always used others like that; she had always been in charge.  She 
wanted to turn on Jim and scratch his eyes out, to hurt him, but one 
enormous hand still lay on the back of her neck.  She shivered slightly 
as she realized his strength:  there was nothing she could do.  So she 
stood there, slight tingles running up and down her body as Achilles 
ran his hands over her flesh, pinching and poking and caressing her while 
Jim watched and leered.
	Running his fingers over her body set his body tingling from head 
to toe.  She didn't move as he circled her nipples with his finger, then 
gently rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.  He ran his hands down 
her sides, feeling the curve of her body, and down her legs, feeling 
their strength and firmness.  He ran his fingers through her pubic hair 
and felt a damp warmth radiating from between her legs.  Finally, he 
grabbed both her nippled between his fingers and, looking directly into 
her eyes, began slowly squeezing.  He saw defiance in her eyes, and then 
pain supressed, and finally, as he brutally smashed her nipples, she 
gasped out in pain, her eyes falling away from his.
	"Stop," she gasped, "please...please...let go."  Her hands were 
on his wrists, knuckles white with their grip, her breasts distended out 
into cones from her chest as she tried to bend away from the pain.  
"Please...master...stop!" she finally cried, and sagged in relief when he 
released his grip.
	Panting with exertion, her nipples sore and tingling as she tried to 
massage the pain away, she heard Jim say, "She's learning."  Fucker, she 
thought, but didn't dare look up at him.  She watched sullenly as Jim sat 
down in her armchair and Achilles leaned back against the couch, his legs 
stretched out to their fullest.
	"Okay, Sara, my little cunt," Jim said, "give the boy a blowjob.  
And you better do some deep throating or you'll be in more trouble than 
you already are."
	Glaring at Jim, she knelt down between Achilles' legs and reached 
for his pants.  Unbuttoning and unzipping them, she quickly pulled them 
down his legs, not bothering to look at him.  As she looked up and 
reached for his underwear, she started in surprise:  his cock was huge!  
It looked obscene on his body, a 9", massively thick pole sticking out 
from his scrawny form.  She couldn't help it:  when that cock popped free 
and flopped in front of her face she began to get excited.  She imagined 
it in her cunt, driving her to wild orgasm after wild orgasm.  She wanted 
to fuck this guy right now, but she couldn't--damn Jim.
	She had always hated giving head, but had learned how to well, 
since when she was in high school, all her older boyfriends had demanded 
it.  In college, she had rarely done so, and had quickly dropped those 
guys who had insisted.  By now it was more of a control issue than 
anything else, which is why she grimaced with distaste as she gripped his 
cock in one small hand and lowered her head until her lips touched it.
	Achilles was in heaven.  He had never felt anything like this 
before.  Her warm mouth engulfed the head of his cock and sent shivers of 
pleasure down his body.  Her tongue was a little animal darting and 
massaging his prick.  She bobbed her head up and down his cock, fondling 
his balls with her hand, making him moan at the delicious sensations 
assaulting him.  Watching her, her lips stretched around his cock, her 
hair falling across her face, he felt almost disassociated from his body, 
the pleasure wa so intense.
	She worked the head and top his his shaft for a minute, rubbing 
his inner thighs and fondling his balls, tasting his pre-cum salty and 
sour upon her tongue.  She was hoping he would come:  her jaws 
were already aching from taking his huge cock, and deepthroating hurt, 
and with this monster prick it would hurt more than usual.  She realized 
it wasn't going to happen, and scooted closer to him, positioning herself 
so she could ram his cock down her throat in one clean motion.  She 
placed his cock as close to her throat as possible without gagging; Now! she 
said to herself, and darted her head down hard.  She almost gagged as she 
felt her throat stretch painfully around his cockhead--it felt like her 
throat was tearing.  She sighed gratefully through her nose as his cock 
popped into her throat, and she slid her head down until her nose was 
nesting in his pubic hair.  Her throat and jaws ached, but the sharp pain 
of entry was gone, and it wouldn't be long now.
	Achilles cried out when he felt his cock surge down Sara's 
throat.  It was incredible, almost painful, and a brief dizziness 
assaulted him.  He gripped her head in his hands and held her face 
against his groin.  Slowly he began humping her throat in short jabs, 
feeling each sensation as a burst of raw pleasure from his penis.  He 
felt her hands on his, and let her move his hands to his thighs.  
Releasing them, she began playing with his balls again, pressing and 
rubbing underneath them every now and then, sending chills up and down 
his spine.
	She began working in earnest now, bobbing her head up and down 
the length of his cock rhythmically, using her tongue to scrape along the 
underside of his penis.  Her throat ached as she tried to tease his 
testicles to orgasm, hoping to end this quickly, but he didn't seem to be 
losing it yet.  Her cunt was wet, she knew, as it always was when in the 
presence of men, which was some relief.  She only hoped they would deign 
to take care of her needs after she was finished servicing theirs.
	He couldn't help himself as he moved his hands against the sides 
of her face, feeling her cheeks as they slid back and forth on his cock.  
She had been working him for almost five minutes now, and his whole groin 
felt like it was going to burst with sensation.  It was almost painful, 
what he was feeling, but he didn't want it to stop.  Suddenly the 
intensity increased, and he grabbed her head and slammed his hips into 
her face, yelling aaaaahhhhhhgggg as he felt his dick jerk painfully in 
her throat, spitting his come down into her stomach.
	It felt like it lasted forever, him holding her face against his 
pelvis, his spunk flowing down her throught.  Finally, though, he 
relaxed, moaning softly, and she pulled back her head, popping his dick 
out of her throat as is started to soften.  She gave it one last suck and 
then sat back on her heels and looked at Jim.
	"Now what," she said, licking her lips to clean them of her saliva.
	Watching his bitch suck dick he could tell she knew what she was 
doing.  The kid had a monster dong, but she handled it pretty good.  He 
could also tell that she hated doing it, which just increased his 
pleasure as he watched.  Still, she was going to have to pay for breaking 
the rules.  It should be fun, for him at least.
	"Well, cunt, you just broke rule #1 for the fourth time tonight, 
and rule #2 for the third time.  And I don't see my dinner or my money.  You 
also forgot to thank Achilles there for letting you swallow his come."  
He smiled wickedly and stood up.  "So, you have to be punished.  Follow 
me."  With that he walked into her dining room, looking back to make 
sure she was following.
	That son of a bitch she thought as she stood up, glancing down at 
the still stunned form of Achilles.  She had played master/servant games 
when she was young, but they had always been games, where she had some 
modicom of control.  This was no game:  she _was_ his slave.  She 
followed him, remembering to say "Yes master" as she walked into her 
dining room.
	"Better.  Now bend over the table there.  Spread your legs; wider. 
 Good.  Grab the far end, and don't let go."  Jim smiled as he looked 
down at her back and her ass.  She was bent over the dining room table, 
her hips pressing against the edge, her legs wide apart, her hands 
gripping the far edge, and twin firm hills of her ass thrust toward him.  
He slowly slid off his belt, a thick leather strap, and doubled it up.
	"You're going to get a taste of leather, bitch, on your 
backside.  I want you to keep count, and after each stroke, say 'thank 
you master'.  Do you understand?"
	"Yes master."
	"Good," he said, as he pulled back his arm and prepared to lay 
into her.  He didn't use all his strength, but most of it, as he brought 
the belt down.  A loud retort, as from a gun, echoed through the room and 
an explosive "ug!" escaped from the schoolteacher as the belt landed.
	"One," she choked out.  "Thank you master."
	As the belt landed again, her hips jerked forward, smashing her 
mound against the edge of the table and sending a sharp flash of pain 
through her ass.  "Ug!" she gasped out again, her hands tightening on the 
edge of the table; she was determined not to cry out, but fuck it hurt 
like a son of a bitch.
	"Two.  Thank you master."
	God, he loved the way the belt left red welts across her ass and 
the back of her thighs.  He wanted her to scream though, and she had so 
far remained reasonably silent through eight blows.  He glanced up as he 
saw Achilles wander in, and then raised his arm for another blow.
	Achilles lay still after Sara had finished, floating in a world 
of pleasure.  When he had come, he had almost blacked out, little motes 
of light drifting before his eyes.  Now a feeling of utmost relaxation 
had overcome him, and he reveled in it.  He was slowly brought out of 
this state by the sounds coming from the other room:  a sharp 
slapping/banging sound followed by a muffled "Thank you master."  He had 
to get up and check this out.  Walking into the dining room, he saw his 
schoolteacher bent over the table, her legs spread and the ass and the 
back of her thighs reddened by the blows of the belt Jim held in his 
hand.  As he watched, Jim brought the belt down again, striking her hard 
across her ass.
	She couldn't take anymore; oh god it hurt so much.  Her whole ass 
burned with a fiery pain, and she screamed as she felt the belt land 
again, driving unbearable pain through her body.
	"Nine," she sobbed out, her breathing coming hard.  "Thank you master."
	<WHACK>
	"Aaaaaaahhhhhhgggggg!  T...t...ten.  ...Thank you master."
	Having gotten her howling, Jim was satisfied for the moment.  He 
began rubbing his hands all over her ass, earning gasps of pain from her 
as he mauled her bruised, tender flesh.
	She was so glad he stopped.  She didn't know if she could stand 
even one more blow.  She gasped out in pain as he began to roughly 
massage her ass--it was so sensitive every touch hurt.  He continued 
massaging her ass, and the pain slowly left her, turning into a spreading 
warmth across her backside.  She moaned in pleasure and thrust back her 
hips as he slid a finger into her dripping snatch.
	"I think this slut enjoyed it, didn't you cunt?"
	It was true; she was hot now.  The whipping hadn't excited her, 
but his hands, massaging the pain into a warm pleasure, turning agony 
into lust, had.  Right now she wanted a cock, and ground her hips forward 
against the table, feeling an orgasm building as she mashed her clit 
against the edge of the table.
	"Yes master," she whimpered out, engrossed in her own pleasure.
	Suddenly he removed his hands and grabbed the belt again, 
whipping her quickly and viciously.
	<WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK> <WHACK>
	She howled as the first blow landed on her ass, pain shooting 
through her, met by the pleasure from her clit as she jerked it forward 
hard against the edge of the table.  Before the next blow could land, she 
came, hard, an incredible mix of sensations overwhelming her, making her 
body buck along the table as she felt indescribable sensations flood her 
body.  The blows kept coming, striking her ass and legs, sending her 
orgasm higher and higher, leaving her screaming and twisting on the 
table.  It was too much; she had never had an orgasm like this before.  
It was so intense, so overpowering, so uncontrollable.  He had stopped 
whipping her and his hands were gripping her ass, his cock rubbing 
against her still spasming vagina.  With a single thrust he plunged in, 
and she felt another orgasm pile upon her raw nerves, cramping her guts 
and sending more waves of pleasure through her entire body.  Her toes and 
fingers curled and her whole body tensed and jerked as he thrust several 
times into her.  He then pulled out and waited, watching as her body 
slowly quieted down, finally stopped, collapsed against the table.
	Achilles watched Sara orgasm, amazed at the force of her 
convulsions.  He imagined Amy stretched over the table, his cock 
skewering her after a whipping, making her come again and again.  His 
cock was once again painfully erect as he watched Jim pull out and stand 
behind the flopping schoolteacher, his cock glistening with her juices.
	Jim knew he had the cunt when he watched her come.  Fucking cunt, 
he thought as he strapped her again and again, bruising her jerking body 
with his belt.  He wanted to fuck her ass, to show her real pain and make 
her love it, wanted to shove it up until it came out her throat.  He 
needed some lube though, so thrust himself into her sopping cunt, 
reveling in his power over her as he felt her come again, her pussy 
spasming around his pole.  He gave her a few good jabs then pulled out 
and waited for her orgasms to die down:  he wanted her to feel every inch 
of his cock as it stretched her rectum to its breaking point.
	Sara lay across the table, exhausted, her body still tingling 
from her orgasms.  Then she felt large hands grab her ass cheeks and she 
moaned softly, feeling Jim's cock pressing against her anus.  She 
couldn't think straight, was confused and disoriented by the powerful 
orgasms which had coursed through her body.  She managed to moan out a 
"Noooooo..." as she felt his enormous cock push insistently at her small 
nether opening.  She could feel her anus stretching, stretching, pain 
lancing into her guts as the head popped through into her ass.
	"Aaaaahhhhhggggg!" she cried, arching her back, her hands 
scrabbling against the tabletop.  She collapsed, panting and moaning in 
pain, her head bouncing once from the hard surface of the table.  After the 
intensity of the orgasms, the intensity of this terrible pain seemed 
doubled, tripled.  Her mind couldn't grasp anything except the pain, the 
horrible pain in her ass.
	Jim grimaced as he stabbed his cock through her anus into her 
guts.  She was so damn tight it hurt, but just that one scream made it 
worth it.  He thrust forward again, managing to sink half his dick 
between her tender asscheeks.
	Sara felt something tear, and an ugly warmth spread through her 
ass.  She was moaning now, her mind blinking on and off like a strobe 
light as wave after wave of agony sent her to oblivion and pulled her back 
again.
	One final vicious thrust and he was all the way in, his hips 
setting her asscheeks quivering.  What a tight bitch, he thought, his 
mind reveling in the power he had over this cunt.  He slid his cock back 
out and noticed the sheen of blood on it.  All the better, he thought, 
more lube, as he thrust brutally back into her ass.
	Sara lay there and moaned as he pulled his cock back, feeling 
like it was dragging her insides with it.  Her anus was still an agony of 
pain, but it was subsiding.  She was fully conscious now, and through her 
exhaustion and pain she cursed that bastard.  He couldn't just fuck her; 
he had to have her ass.  She clenched her teeth around the sounds of pain 
coming from her mouth and tried to grip the smooth surface of the table 
near her head.  Motherfucker, she thought each time he thrust forward, 
bringing a grunt of pain through her clenched teeth.
	He started working up into a rhythm, feeling the delicious 
sensations of her gripping ass spread through his loins.  This was the 
way to fuck, he thought, with some white cunt at your mercy, loving every 
abuse he could heap on her.  Thinking he would love to see her come with 
his cock in her ass, he grabbed her hips and lifted her off her feet, 
driving her hips and her mound hard into the table with another thrust.
	Lifted off her feet, she felt her clit slam into the table, 
sending an incredible sensation of pain and pleasure through her.  The 
room dimmed and she cried out.  Again, and another wave of darkeness 
passed over her, mixing the sensations in her ass and clit into one 
unbearable strain.  Again and she began to quiver and shake on the table, 
her voice rising into a kining wail.  She didn't know what was happening 
to her, the brief, powerful flashes of pleasure and pain from her clit 
absorbing the now bizarre pain and pleasure in her ass to send her into a 
daze of overwhelming sensation.  Again and again and again he drove is 
cock into her ass and her clit against the table.  Again and again and 
her body began to flop uncontrollably on the table, in the grip of the 
most powerful orgasm in her life, every nerve on fire with near 
unbearable pleasure as she came and came.
	Jim grunted as he pounded his cock into her ass.  He couldn't 
hold out for much longer:  his balls were aching and his whole lower body 
tingling with intense pleasure.  When the cunt began flopping and 
screaming on the end of his cock, her ass muscles spasming around his 
dick, he came, shooting wad after wad of come deep into her bowl.  He 
groaned as he shot into her, relishing the sensations assaulting his 
body, and the knowledge that that he had broken the cunt.  He kept 
himself inside her, softening slowly, for long minutes, watching her 
thrashings as her orgasms refused to release her from their intensity.  
Slowly though she came down, her body draped over the table, covered with 
sweat, exhausted.  He slapped her on the ass and pulled out.  He wasn't 
finished with her yet:  Achilles still had to lose his virginity.
	Amy lay collapsed on the table, her mind a dreamlike haze.  She 
had never been wracked like that by two orgasms in her entire life, and 
she had had many orgasms.  They were incredible, the pain having only 
seem to add to her final pleasure.  Now she was exhausted, limp across 
the table, yet strangly on edge.  Sex, of any type, usually relaxed her, 
but she was tense, jumpy, her body shaking as if from an adrenaline and 
endorphine high.  She didn't resist as she was pulled off the table to 
land on her knees, and was turned around by the shoulders until she was 
looking right at Jim's prick, slicked with blood and slime.
	The smell coming from his package brought her to her senses, the 
smell of blood and shit.  He grabbed her hair and growled at her, "Clean 
it up good, whore, and don't forget my balls."  She felt a slight nausa 
at the thought, but, at this point, she had no will.  She opened her 
mouth and took his flacid dick in, the coppery taste of blood and the 
foul taste of her own bowels coming off on her tongue.  Obediently she 
licked his testicals clean of her liquids after sucking his prick clean, 
and then stood and looked up, still dazed, into his smiling face.
	"What do we say now, cunt?"
	"Thank you, master," she whispered through full, swollen lips.
	"What did you say?  I didn't hear that."
	"Thank you master," she said hoarsely, finally regaining some balance.
	Achilles had watched Ms. Ellsworth's second orgasm with 
amazement:  she actually liked to be fucked up the ass.  Stroking his 
cock, he wondered if Amy would like it too.  He knew he would try it with 
her, whether she liked it or not, but he was hoping she would.  He 
thought the idea of having her lick her own shit off Jim's cock was an 
especially good touch.
	"Achilles," Jim commanded, "lie down on the floor."
	Achilles hurried to obey, removing his shirt and getting 
comfortable on the carpeted floor.
	Jim turned to Sara, whom he was still holding by the arm, and 
said, "Climb on, cunt, and give him your best fucking, and maybe I won't 
hurt you anymore tonight."
	Sara looked down at Achilles, holding his monster prick sticking 
obscenely straight up from his body, and stepped over to him.  She was 
worn out, tired, but, she realized, startled, she _wanted_ another fuck.  
Not the brutal pounding Jim had given her, but a nice, relaxing fuck to 
calm her, to ease the ache in her ass and relax her nerves.  She 
straddled him and looked down into his excited, apprehensive face and 
lowered herself slowly onto his penis.  "Oh god," she murmered, it felt 
so good, massaging her vagina, pressing softly against her cervix.  She 
sat of him for a moment, clenching and unclenching her vaginal muscles, 
hearing him gasp for a moment.  Then she leaned over and kissed him 
softly on the mouth, running her tongue over his lips, feeling him start 
and then open his mouth to recieve her.
	Achilles moaned as she lowered herself onto him.  Jesus, he 
thought, pleasure radiating from his groin across his body, this is so 
_good_.  He gasped when he felt her muscles massaging his cock, 
thoroughly enjoying the sensations assaulting him.  He watched her as she 
sat astride him, her lithe body covered in sweat, her legs split over his 
body, her breasts standing full and firm from her body, her head back and 
her eyes closed as she worked his cock with her pussy.  He watched as she 
opened her green eyes and looked down at him, her face a mask of weary 
contentment, beautiful, perfect, framed by beautiful brown hair.  She 
bent over, and he felt a little jolt through his body as her breasts came 
against his chest, and then mashed against them as she brought her mouth 
against his.  He started, as if touched by a live wire, for that's what 
it felt like, when she kissed him, running her tongue across his lips.  
He moaned again and opened his mouth, his pleasure centers doubling at 
his crotch and his mouth as she pressed her lips hard against his and 
explored his mouth with her tongue.
	So good, so good she kept thinking as she swirled her hips 
around, feeling his cock slide around inside her grasping sheath, her 
mouth locked to his, sending pleasure bolting through her body.  She 
teased him, and herself, for a few minutes, enjoying the leasurely pace 
of this fucking, grateful to hear his moans and gasps meet hers.
	For long minutes she had worked him, and he had lain passive 
beneath her, his passion and pleasure slowly building within him.  
Suddenly she changed tactics, lifting her hips until his cock was almost 
pulled from her pussy and then slowly impaling herself again.  He moaned 
into her mouth at this change, intense sensations assaulting his cock and 
building, slowly but surely, in his groin.  He wrapped his arms around 
her slender body and pulled her head hard against his, sending his tongue 
for the first time into her mouth.  His whole body felt full to bursting 
with sensation; it was incredible, like when she had given him head, but 
more, much more, intense.
	When he grabbed her in his arms and began to jerk his hips 
against her, she picked up the pace.  She could feel an orgasm building 
in her, from deep in her stomach, and she wanted it, wanted it so badly.  
She began humping faster, releasing his mouth and burying her head in his 
shoulder.  She felt it close...close...she sucked hard on his neck...NOW! 
and she cried out as she came, soft pleasure washing her body clean of 
her previous orgasms, feeling his cock jerk inside her and spill its 
seed, relaxing her, bringing her down from her high.  So good, she 
thought, so good.
	Achilles was close.  He knew that by the darkness which was 
clouding his vision, the darkness which told of the most intense 
sensations he had ever felt, the most intense pleasure.  It almost hurt 
as he felt it build, quicker now, in his groin and penis.  He gasped as 
she released his mouth and breathed hot air onto his neck, sending chills 
of pleasure down his body.  He could feel her supple strength above him 
as she worked toward her own orgasm, exciting him even more:  she was 
going to pop, and it was his cock which was causing it!  Suddenly her 
warm mouth was against his neck, sucking, sending flashes and sparks 
across his vision as he burst, his cock jerking inside her as it filled 
her with his come.  She was quivering an top of him as he came, and then 
they both relaxed, collapsing into each other as they came down from 
their orgasms.
	Jim had demanded that she give him a blow job before they left, 
but Achilles was worn out.  He sat on the couch, thinking that this had 
been the greatest night of his life, and anticipating many similar 
nights, with her and with Amy.  When they left, Achilles told Jim he 
wanted to be there tommorrow too, and Jim teased him about his 
experiences.  It was good to have your very own sex slave, Achilles thought.
	Sara, after they had left, showered and then collapsed in bed, 
her body exhausted but her mind a swirl of confusion.  She didn't 
understand, she couldn't explain, her reactions that night.  She had 
always enjoyed sex, with pretty much anybody, but she had never had 
orgasms like she had had tonight.  It scared her a little that she had 
responded so willingly to Jim's cruelty, and it shamed her a little that 
he seemed to know that she would get off on it.  She remembered, in high 
school, when one of the teachers she had seduced had introduced her to 
"the scene", as he called it.  It was a group of people playing 
sadomasochistic games, and she had willingly submitted.  She had liked 
the sex, but the games hadn't done it for her:  they were all so 
structured, and, besides, she could always just tell them to stop.  With 
Jim, it wasn't a game:  she truly was his sex slave now.  She hadn't 
wanted to be blackmailed into fucking him, but had figured that she might 
be able to gain some control of him through his cock; it had still been a 
game.  Not anymore.  She was his and whoever he decided to give her too.  
What worried her most, though, was she was beginning to think that she 
didn't mind.