East Coast Slavers Organization

East Coast Slavers Organization – I: A Caribbean Adventure

Chapter 34 – The Head Nurse (or Only Another Sex Slave)

The Mercedes sports utility vehicle was being driven by Aaron Clarke, known as Robert Morgan while conducting illegal missions within the United States. He was trying to conclude a high-priority mission laid upon him by his long-time friend and business partner, Steve Austin. Steve's own long-time friend, Gene St. James, had begged for assistance in finding and rescuing his employer and best friend, Roland Heath. Unable to help because he was stuck on a freighter bound for the Philippines, Steve had passed the mission on to Aaron Clarke.

At that moment, Roland lay naked in a coma in the very back of the Mercedes. His nurse, and lover, was shielding him with her equally naked and stupendous body. The buxom blonde was trying to coax his brain into awakening from an electro-shock and drug induced coma. The two lay under a starchy white institutional sheet stolen from the asylum that Roland had just been rescued from. Maddalena Camillo was rubbing his flaccid cock while blowing her sweet breath into his ear and softly confessing her love.

The second row of seats was currently occupied by only one person, Roland Heath's oldest daughter Jeanne Heath. A self-avowed nymphomaniac, Jeanne knew that loose and free with unlimited wealth, she was a haughty and stupid fuckbunny, open to manipulation and control by others. Even though unchained, she knew that she was the property of the man named Robert who captured her in her own bedroom. She had been finishing a satisfying fuck with her bodyguard when everything went black. Next thing she knew, Gene St. James had his thick cock all the way up her wet, slithery pussy. He had quickly changed over to her unprepared asshole, where he pounded away, seemingly forever. Jeanne had no humiliation about the shameless way she climaxed during her ass rape. She acknowledged to herself that she was a wanton slut that needed to be dominated.

Robert threw Gene his Sidekick II. "I've already got this ready to send an AOL Instant Message to one of my co-workers. Type in that we have picked up the main package and the three little ones that go with it. There was no insurance on the main package and it is pretty beat up. Not to be pessimistic, but it may not be salvageable. We have some other loose ends to wrap up. As a business trip, this one is very profitable, especially if we can salvage the main package. Please relay this data on to our client. Next update should be in about twelve hours."

Gene used his thumbs to key the message in on the miniature keyboard. The device was amazingly easy to use. "And you say that this does Instant Messages, internet e-mail, phone text messages, has a camera, and also fully accesses the internet?"

"Yep, all that and more," responded Robert to the older man.

"Wow," was the simple answer. "Can we use this to find the MapQuest map to Mary Alice Sheridan's house."

"Sure," Robert responded. "Just use it like a desktop computer."

"Uhhh, Robert," Jeanne whispered from the seat behind the driver. "I, know where the house is."

Gene and Robert exchanged glances. Gene turned and addressed Jeanne, "How do you know where she lives?"

Jeanne looked down at her heels. "Sshe, she made me come home with her. I've been to her house a couple of times."

Gene looked back and Robert, "You see why it's dangerous to have this slut loose. A thirteen-year-old could take advantage of her. God! How easy can you get?"

"I told you I'm reconsidering her options," Robert answered. "But, that's for later. Jeanne, start describing Mary Alice's house and the immediate area around it. Then, after we exit from the interstate, you start telling me the turns."

Gene and Robert leaned back to listen to Jeanne describe the house. The home was a small two bedroom cottage on a quiet country lane. After some specific questions were asked, Jeanne replied that Mary Alice didn't have an immediate neighbor and she never heard any dogs barking in the neighborhood. The house had only a carport, no garage. Mary Alice didn't seem to have any kind of alarm system and Jeanne never saw her use a cell phone.

Robert was racking his brains for a way to take advantage of any weakness to get into the house and get the asylum's head nurse. Simple revenge and a search for justice demanded it. Robert finally gave up. It was just too difficult to get the large sports utility vehicle and it's crowd of passengers safely into her house. Robert pulled over to a convenience store and said, "Gene, take my place driving. I'm gonna ride this out as passenger." When Gene started back up, Robert started rummaging through his weapons and equipment bag.

The van headed down the quiet road toward Mary Alice's. Gene continued past the house and then suddenly downshifted the automatic transmission into it's lowest gear. The expensive vehicle lurched from forty miles an hour down to about ten miles an hour without showing any taillights. Robert opened his door and jumped out, hitting the pavement hard in a controlled roll. Gene shifted back up to drive and continued down the lane. He pulled into a quiet lane beyond the home that Mary Alice had complained to Jeanne that lovers used as a parking spot. Gene climbed into the middle bench seat and turned to Jeanne, "Look's like we have some time to kill, baby. Come over here and wake up my dick. I want to take your mouth for a little test ride."

Robert grunted from where he lay under a bush; the impact on the hard pavement had been brutal. He was now about halfway to the next house on the same side of the street as Mary Alice's home. From where he lay, it was an easy crawl to landscaping on the side of Mary Alice's home. Just as Jeanne had explained, the growth around the front door was heavy. Within minutes, Robert was lying down inside a waist-high shrub, his taser at the ready. He grinned while he was waiting for Mary Alice to get ready to drive in for her late-night shift at the asylum. "Sometimes the simplest approach is the best one," he told himself. Since she has only one way to get to her car, all I have to do is ambush her. So simple."

Back in the Mercedes, the sounds of slurping filled the luxury interior of the vehicle. Two women had rock-hard cocks buried in their gullets. Roland Heath's substantial dick had slowly come back to life, coaxed by the irresistible teasing of his nurse and lover, Maddalena Camillo. The thirty-six-year-old woman's long blonde hair covered her head and his groin in a thick carpet of sweet smelling hair. Roland's hands weakly covered her head as he laid back exhausted from his ordeal; but finally alert, and enjoying the attentions of his favorite woman. "I, … I missed you, baby," he whispered hoarsely. His voice was unused to speech, having been used only for mindless screams during his period of torment at the asylum.

Maddalena rocked back on her haunches and bent her head up to look her at her lover's face. "Oh, you're safe now. Just relax and let me get you off. Then, we'll just cuddle together for a couple of days."

Roland grinned weakly and leaned back to let his lover take charge. "Thank, God!" he exclaimed quietly. "It's finally over." Her hot lips grabbed at the helmet of his cock and she sucked wildly, causing so much stimulation, it almost hurt. Then, she plunged her lips all the way down to his wiry pubic hair. Roland groaned in ecstasy. "Oh," he moaned. "I did miss you so much. Come up here now!"

Maddalena crawled up his body and wriggled her massive tits against his naked chest. "Yes, baby," she said, "you called."

"Just hug me," he whispered. "I need you to just hug me."

In the seat in front of the storage area where Roland and Maddalena laid sideways across the vehicle's carpeted floor, Gene was gasping for breath. Roland's daughter had her face buried in his groin and the slurping sounds were even louder than Maddalena had made. Jeanne was crouched with her ass toward the console, straddling the hump in the floor from the drive shaft. Gene leaned forward and ran his hands down her back and he cupped her ass, pulling her torso up to his rock-hard cock. Jeanne wriggled her head from side to side and worked her teeth into the skin surrounding his cock. Gene was in heaven, the suctioning felt fantastic and the head of his cock had felt the penetration down into her gullet. He reached down and grabbed her head, running his fingertips through her unruly black hair. With all his strength, he yanked her up onto his cock. He spurted, hard. "Oh, God. That's so good. Suck, suck, suck." He collapsed back onto his seat.

Jeanne rolled off his cock, white jism dribbling out of the corners of her wide-open gasping mouth. She took a deep shuddering breath and coughed as some cum slipped down into her lungs. Her naked ass was still exposed. The unkempt woman looked like a worn out whore.

Silence descended on the vehicle. Jeanne coughed quietly a few times. She was a little pissed off that the dog training collar had shocked her as she involuntarily coughed the first time. Unable to stop the muscle spasm, the collar had increased the shock within milliseconds. "Fuck, that really hurt," she complained to herself.

Finally, Roland whispered, "Gene? Gene, is that you?"

Gene St. James whispered back, "Yeah, Roland. We rescued you from the asylum. We are waiting for our strong-arm man to nab the head nurse from the asylum. Steve Austin gave his man full authority to handle this situation."

"Good man." Roland replied. "No, … good men. Thank you my friend. I know you had to have set this up."

It was quiet for a few more minutes. All four occupants were reflecting the developments that brought them to this point. Jeanne was dreading the upcoming confrontation with her father. "Daddy," she whimpered quietly. "I am so sorry for what I did. Robert and Gene are already punishing me for what happened. It is my fault and I'll accept any punishment Robert metes out. I, … I, … I belong to him now. I'm his sex slave."

"Good," came the weak reply from the back. "That's what you need. Now shut up and accept your role."

A female whimper reflecting Jeanne's anguish came from the middle of the vehicle. Soft murmuring conversation followed as Roland Heath quietly quizzed his nurse as to what happened while he was a prisoner in the asylum. He was truly pissed off when he heard what his unrepentant twins had done to Maddalena and then the kidnapped teenage tennis players. He was determined that the people involved in his disappearance were to be caught and punished. Jeanne's voluntary acceptance of her slavery may have seemed a minor punishment to an outsider, but Roland accepted that this Robert character had made a wise decision. He hoped to meet the man properly and offer his heartfelt thanks.

Gene climbed over the miserably weeping fuckbunny and sat behind the wheel. He glanced at the passenger's seat to confirm that his cell phone was still ready and waiting for a text message from Robert's Sidekick II. He grinned at the afternoon and evening developments. "Jeanne is well on her way to being mine," he thought with satisfaction; he was sure that Robert knew it was best if she was left in his care. "I hope he doesn't charge too much. After all, I'm not rich like the Heaths are."

Mary Alice Sheridan whistled happily as she got ready to go to work. She was hoping that the creep that ran the place, Doctor Dustin Woods, had decided to give her a cut of the action for taking the rich dude out of circulation. Mary Alice was also looking forward to horning in on some more action from the sex maniac Heath daughter. "She is the only actual case of passive nymphomania that I have ever seen. The fact she will soon be richer than God is a real plus."

Just as she was getting ready to leave the phone rang. She turned, startled and walked back to grab the phone.

Outside, Robert cursed silently as the phone rang. He had just heard her hard heels walking down her wood floored hallway to the front door. The thumping heels clicked away toward the ringing phone.

Mary Alice listened to the voice on the phone in panic. "Dustin raped and tortured the duty nurse?" she questioned the orderly. When he replied in the affirmative, she crisply said, "Well then, I hope that you contacted the police and an ambulance." The shaken orderly stuttered and she started to loose her cool. "Then do it, now! I'll be there in forty-five minutes." She slammed the phone down and muttered, "Useless asshole."

Mary Alice Sheridan was in a hurry to get to work now. "What the hell is going on?" she thought. "Oh, fuck! What about Roland Heath? Shit, … shit!" Her pace picked up and she threw the door open, now in close to a panic.

Robert saw her turn to lock the home's door behind her. She had on a topcoat to protect herself from the cool evening air of the upstate New York mountain climate. Only her legs were targets and she was a little too far off for a good shot. He took a deep breath and waited for a better opportunity. She took several steps away from the porch and Robert silently stood up. Her body turned toward the movement to her right, exposing her white nurse's uniform through the unbuttoned coat. Robert fired directly at her upper chest. One of the needle-tipped darts struck her unprotected throat and the other penetrated her heavy cotton uniform and thickly padded bra. Each dart made sufficient skin contact for the hundreds of thousands of high-impedance volts to charge through her system.

She hit the concrete sidewalk like a hundred-pound sack of corn. Within seconds, a syringe filled with tranquilizers and muscle relaxers was jammed into her ass. Robert reached over for his bag filled with bondage gear.

--L--A--T--E--R--

Roland Heath sat comfortably in an overstuffed recliner in the library of his mansion. He wore a set of silk pajamas and a heavy robe. Roland looked contented but exhausted, his strength and chemical physiology would take weeks to rebuild after his ordeal. His faithful nurse had freshened up and knelt by his side, her head on his lap. Robert Morgan sat facing him, drinking a cup of steaming Colombian coffee. His newest, and very devoted slave, Jeanne Heath, knelt at his side, her head hidden between her wide-spread knees. The strong odor of stale pussy juice and male sperm floated up from her disheveled form. Gene St. James was mixing himself a strong vodka-tonic.

The twins were still trapped in the Slave Training Room under the mansion. Robert had given the four teenagers a stack of delivery pizzas and cold sodas. He had another present for them; four dildos and two bottles of sauce. They hugged him for the food and shrieked with joy at the prospect of jamming a gigantic fake cock covered with burning liniment into the evil twin's pussies. They positively erupted with giggles when he told them where the other pair of dildos went; deep into tight, dry rectums after being coated with Thai Chili Paste. Lori and Lisa hoarsely begged Robert for mercy as the heavy oaken door slammed shut again. Thin rivulets of piss and shit covered their legs. The teenagers were unable to unlock the twin's bondage and the crying women had finally let their bladder and intestines empty, coating themselves.

The latest acquisition, Mary Alice Sheridan, was still unconscious in a slave holding cell across the corridor from the still-sleeping bodyguard, Rafael Domatto. Mary Alice's fate was as of yet undetermined. What to do with the four sluts captured was the current topic of discussion.

"So," Roland Heath said, "I understand that Robert now owns the twins, their Mom, and the head nurse. As far as I am concerned, that is an acceptable situation. Once you determine your final expenses, Robert, and the extent of your vulnerability during our rescue, please let me know if you feel additional compensation is required."

Robert nodded his head. "Sir, that is very generous of you. This mission actually came out way better than I expected. But, the idea of extra compensation, unnecessary as it is, is actually a subject between Steve Austin and myself. He gave me free leeway with acquisitions and booty to get this rescue rolling quickly. I am more than content with how this has ended up." Robert took a long sip of the aromatic coffee and added, "Actually, to be honest, I have been overcompensated. Two top-quality cunts, and two decent pieces of fuck-stock, one a true fuckbunny already fully trained and ready for use, and over a million dollars in cash. True, I have some complicated manipulations left to return the teenagers and implicate the bodyguard in their capture; but, all in all, these are excellent results."

Gene sputtered and cut in, "All that is true, Robert. Don't get me wrong, I am more grateful than you can imagine. But, what about Jeanne there? I want first right of purchase and I'm not sure that I can afford her."

Robert laughed kindly, "Gene, you must be the only person besides Maddalena here that hasn't leeched loads of money from your relationship with Roland. As I see it, you and Maddalena are true friends; risking your lives to help with no thought of compensation." He dropped his hand to Jeanne Heath's dark hair and added, "Do you have any idea what this cunt is worth?"

Gene shook his head and answered, "No, what is she worth? Fifty or sixty thousand dollars?"

This time Robert really laughed, to Jeanne's amusement. "Guess I'm worth more than I thought," she reflected as she stared at the carpet between her knees.

"No Gene," Robert answered. "Guess I should run down all the options for a piece of ass like her. First off, there isn't normally much of a market for a captive of her age. After all, she's thirty-six. From that regard, she has little value in the normal mass market. So we would have to decide her placement, much of which depends on her attitude."

"If she is guilty of real wrongdoing, or if her attitude is off, then we can take a classy, white whore like her and easily get between sixty thousand and one hundred-fifty thousand dollars, depending on where we focus our sales. She'd be fully booked up eighteen hours a day in a mining camp whorehouse, earning about ten dollars a fuck, four fucks an hour, eighteen hours a day. Believe it or not, that's well over two hundred-fifty thousand dollars a year. Of course, her life expectancy would only be two to three years at that pace and with the rampant disease in third-world nations. On the other hand, a more conventional whorehouse could get a lot more money out of her hide, at a more leisurely pace. In that case, she'd last much longer, probably five to six years. In either case, the girls are eventually worn out and sold off to street pimps. Sometimes really sick bastards eventually buy them for torture and snuff scenes."

"Really unique girls, especially pretty younger ones, go from a minimum of one hundred-seventy thousand a pop to two hundred-fifty thousand dollars. These girls we usually train with a specialty and find an owner to match. With those girls, hard training breaks them to whatever degree of compliability is necessary." Robert paused to catch his breath and grin over at Gene who was becoming increasingly agitated. "Now, Gene. Jeanne is a special case. She is a true nymphomaniac with what society would normally consider an unhealthy mania to act as a submissive. On top of that, she is the most focused, talented, and energetic fuck I have every encountered. All this is wrapped up in a package that doesn't need any personality molding. She is just naturally an easy fuck. I can easily get around half a million dollars for her. She could age into a gorgeous trophy that any rich man would love to have. Plus, unlike most sex slaves, she can be shown off to the world safely because it is truly what she wants to have happen to her. No, Gene, her papers are worth more than an order of magnitude more than fifty thousand dollars."

Gene sagged down in his chair in defeat. He knew he could never get that kind of money.

Roland raised his hand to intercede but Robert waved to him to wait. "Gene, I have developed a talent for evaluating and placing livestock in the right home with the appropriate owner. My problem is that I want to keep Jeanne Heath for myself."

Gene stiffened. He knew that no good would come of this line of discussion.

"Yet," Robert continued, "I am too overcommitted to properly assume the Master-Slave relationship that this bitch needs. That is why I am willing to consider placement of this pet with you, … under certain conditions."

Gene raised his head up in excitement. "Yes, of course," he babbled, "whatever you think is right."

"Actually, it's fairly complicated and I will need Roland to also agree," Robert hastened to add. "My demands are based upon a hastily conceived notion of what this nymphomaniac slut needs. Her father clearly understands his daughter best of anyone living."

Roland had a bemused expression on his face. He nodded for Robert to continue.

"First, we need to arrange for her to legally change her name. I propose something simple like 'Barbie Dawl', 'Connie Lingus', 'Pussy Willow', 'Pussy Kat,' 'Gorgeous Snatch', or "Luscious Licker." You get the idea. That is the mandatory first step in her dissociation from the Heath family. Next, I require that Roland officially change his will so that nothing goes to the twins, that have apparently run away from home, or the totally unreliable daughter who is clearly not responsible for her actions. What you do with your money is none of my concern Roland. However, I want every penny she owns, all her jewelry, every identification card, every credit card, every item of clothing, anything of value donated to a humanitarian organization. She has to become a penniless cunt with no education or job skills, completely at the mercy, control, and love or hate, of her owner."

When Robert paused to take a deep breath and collect his thoughts, Jeanne crept closer to him and pressed her lips against his stocking-clad feet just above his shoes. Her pussy was already rippling in need. She was panting a little. All this discussion of her as a penniless, identity-less whore and nymphomaniac were triggering strong responses of horniness.

Robert continued with, "Next, Gene, she has to submit herself as a lifetime slave. She will have to formally sell herself to me, for life and to willingly submit for marking as a slave, a piece of livestock for me to own and control. You would then sign an annual lease where you rent her body from me."

He stopped talking and looked around the room. Everyone stared at him raptly. "OK, no comments? Well, then next item is the branding that her bitch children did on Maddalena with the Heath Family Slave Symbol after they tortured her. I would accept a three inch square tattoo of the family logo prominently placed on her right ass cheek as an acceptable approximation of the House brand."

Another deep breath and then he continued again, "The next part is more difficult. I want to have one of my doctors implant a device deep in her cervix. It will be a combination GPS sensor and punishment triggering device. My partner's electronic geniuses have discovered a way to place a pickup antenna with the unit that will allow for remotely setting and controlling the unit as well as charging the internal batteries from an external charging loop. If you bury the loop in a heavy, steel-frame bed, for example, then the whole unit can charge while the slut is sleeping each night. The beauty of this particular unit is that it will also communicate with a smaller version of the dog-training collar. My favorite setting is for the GPS unit to keep her silent at all times except when she is within a few feet of your unit which is easily hidden in a ring or bracelet. This way, she can never speak out of turn and never escape. In fact, you can set the unit to stun increasingly if she creeps away from your presence, her charger, or whatever you program into the unit. If you use a bracelet and a setting of fifteen feet, she'd have to follow you like an obedient dog, even into the men's room. Another nice option is to set a receiver welded to the bed to be the replacement for your bracelet during, say, afternoon golf sessions. Then she would have to wait, silently and obediently in the bedroom, effectively trapped and waiting for your return."

Gene and Roland were getting excited with the possibilities of Robert's proposals. Maddalena slapped at Gene's Heath's rising hardon and snapped, "Look, I love you; but what he is talking about is not for me. I believe in a lot more equal footing in a relationship. If you want a fuck slut, Roland, then go ahead and buy that bimbo clinic nurse from Robert, pay for some extreme body modifications to fully bimboize her, and train her to be like Jeanne, a compliant little slut puppy whore. I think you're man enough to have room for me in your life along with a hobby like slut training."

All three men stared at Maddalena with wide-open jaws. Her comments had taken them by complete surprise. A sudden squeal of excitement distracted all four free adults in the room. Jeanne had rolled over on her side and was exploding in orgasm. Her hands were buried between her legs, feverously manipulating her uncovered black-haired pussy.

Maddalena dryly said, "Robert Morgan, you are an obvious genius for matching up a slut with the right life. I applaud your concern for her and think Gene should buy her and do exactly as you propose. Killing her or putting her in a whorehouse for life would accomplish little."

Silence descended on the room. Everyone had a lot to think about.

--L--A--T--E--R--

In consultation with Steve Austin, they had made few changes to Robert's original plan of the surgeries for Jeanne and Mary Alice. Steve knew a reliable doctor just outside New York City who would do everything Robert proposed and more. Surprisingly, Jeanne fully endorsed Robert's plan and submitted eagerly, even offering up details for surgical modification to make her and Mary Alice into true bimbos. She spoke of fine-tuning their bone structure to highlight their aristocratic appearance while increasing their bust sizes and decreasing their waistlines. With their long, slender builds, they would look like walking versions of the Barbie Doll. The plastic surgeon had already set up temporary residence in the underground facility and had set up a fully equipped operating theater.

The night before Robert Morgan handed over ownership of the captured slut, Jeanne Heath had crawled naked to his bed. Her body shone from the scented oils she had rubbed on her body following a long soak in a tub. Robert breathed in her odor as she climbed up his naked form, rubbing her drooling cunt up his leg, trailing a damp line of pussy slime from his knee to his crotch.

"Thank you," she breathed huskily into his ear. "A lesser man would have killed me or doomed me to whoring on the streets. This way, you actually make me do what my soul needs anyway. Freedom from poor choices and the chance to hurt others." She became silent and ran the tip of her tongue down to his bulging pectorals. Her brilliant white teeth nipped gently at his nipples and she sucked them into her mouth. Jeanne's hands were already cupping his swollen ball sacks under his cock which lurched as blood flowed in, filling the expanding flesh with blood. The suctioning lips sought the side of his neck, her breath rasping quietly through her nose as her breathing increased in excitement.

Robert ran a hand down her smooth side and wormed his fingers under her belly toward her groin. "Her pussy is already dripping wet," he wondered. "Ahhh, nice, the slut followed directions perfectly. Her slick cunt mound is now hair free. This bitch is a perfect sex machine. No need for foreplay, just sink right in." He thrust three fingers of his hand deep into her slimy cunt, lifting her hips up with the force of his penetration. Her throaty groaning and hip gyrations spoke of her need. Robert reluctantly pulled his hand free of her grasping pussy and he reached down to grab a leg behind her knee. With a violent pull and then push, her lower body first moved up and then flipped over, Robert now between her legs and his face looking down on her glazed expression. "She's already zoning out. The horny slut!" His pussy slime covered hand was still holding her leg behind the knee. He pulled up once again, bending her body in half, one knee by her ear, pussy wide-open just inches from his bobbing cock. The questing knob easily found her cleft and his two-hundred-five pound frame rested all its weight behind the spike sliding into her guts like a relentless spear.

"Eiii," she hissed. "Yesss, … yes that's it."

Robert rolled her hips slightly to the side and thrust deep into her hot core. The leg he continued to control was now pointed straight up to the ceiling, her other leg now centered under his ass cheeks. His thrusts were now penetrating her deeply from a twisted, side position. Robert's strong grip slipped down to her upper thigh and he used both hands on the meaty flesh to draw her more deeply onto his shaft. From his current position, it was easy to grab jiggling titties, a raised butt cheek, or delve deeply into her sensitive anus with a finger or two. Before he changed positions, Robert Morgan did all three. He first leaned onto her leg, spaying her legs even wider apart so that he had full access to both tight breasts. He cupped, caressed, pinched, and pulled at her mounds before letting his hands slide down her sides and under her sideways-turned hips. One hand covered her trim belly while the other cupped a full ass cheek.

By this time, Jeanne had at least two earth-shattering orgasms by Robert's estimation. The tight muscle fluttering he felt around his nine-inch bludgeon were mirrored in rippling across her taut belly. At the same time, Jeanne's eyes had rolled back in her head and a deep red flush had spread across her jiggling breasts. "Guess she's multi-orgasmic," he thought sarcastically. "As if there was every any doubt that this woman had uncontrolled orgasms."

Robert glanced down at her thick pussy lips as they rolled up and down his cock as he stirred her insides. A thick creamy coating was frothing up on his pubic hairs from her pussy juices. He slipped his left hand down to cup her pubic mound beside his plunging dick and he slipped a thump down to her clit. Her back arched instantly and the voracious pussy clamped down hard on his dick. "She's cumming again," he wondered, "the slut."

"It's time to change positions for something different," he muttered aloud to Jeanne and then he lightly slapped her ass. His stiff cock popped out with an audible pop. "Get up on your knees you little cock hound." He commanded quietly.

He knelt on the bed and looked at her talented gash. "Your pussy is positively gushing," he said with a grin. Robert picked up the edge of a sheet and whipped his slimy, latex-covered dick. That done, he set the fat knob of his cock against her fat lips and he pushed in, deeply. "Ahhh," he moaned. "That is a fine piece of pussy."

Jeanne Heath grinned at the compliments and wriggled her ass around like a happy puppy, rolling his cock around the inside walls of her vagina. "I thought you might enjoy a good night of sex before you sell me off to Gene in the morning. I will miss that big cock of yours though. Yesss, just keep doing that."

Robert grinned at the tight clamping of her pussy muscles as she spoke of being sold off. He rolled his cock around her tight pussy and leaned in hard to fully seat himself. She groaned in appreciation. He redoubled his efforts to sink his body into her vagina. Sweat started to bead on his brow from the effort of his fucking. Pleased at the pleasurable feelings he was getting from his sex toy, he set himself to make the fuck long and satisfying. Jeanne moaned and wriggled under his efforts.

After Robert finally spurted into his condom, he rolled over onto his back, spent and content to let Jeanne sleep on the bed's wet spot. "One advantage of fucking slaves," he thought to himself. "Oh, and obviously the sex is better with an obedient little toy," he added. Jeanne purred and wriggled up against him. He fell asleep and slept deeply.

--- To Be Continued ---

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