An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 3b: The Wee Hours Of The Night
"Come here," I said.
I held the reins while she mounted me. She reached down, taking my
dick and inserting it into her pussy, before settling down. It
felt so fucking grand. She put her arms over my shoulder.
"You're doing exactly what I expect Christy. The others are doomed
to a non-privileged status it looks like. But when you get lazy...
well, you'll find yourself down there and I'll be spending the
evening with someone else. I won't lie, the competition is going
to be stiff. I have confidence that you're going to ride for
awhile, so enjoy yourself."
The swaying of the carriage created a slow fucking motion. I
pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
The two up front most likely could not hear anything between the
footsteps in the gravel and their heavy panting. It is actually a
pretty private environment.
My balls swelled in no time. Her slim and tanned body, hell those
pert tits had me. I gushed into her. She clenched and returned the
kiss deeply. I was in heaven without a doubt. We kissed for awhile
and I think that we both bonded. She seemed to understand and
accept her new home. She sat there as my dick went limp and was
expelled via the rocking motion.
"Very nice... Ok, you can ask a question."
She blurted, "Where are we?"
"That's not much of a question. But you are all at my home. This
is now your home too. I stalked you. I captured you, leaving no
clue. You are mine and they are ours tonight."
She looked dumbfounded somewhat.
"There is no escape. This is it for you. I've spent years, twenty
of them, in finding the perfect place and in building our home. It
is ready now and here we are. Would you like to ask another
question?"
It looked like her head was swirling. She didn't want to accept my
statements.
"You're not going to let us go?"
"No my dear." I kissed her hand and enjoyed her chest. My cock
began to return to attention.
"Why?"
"I didn't ask you if you'd like to ask another question."
I looked seriously at her. My dick was at three quarters mast
rubbing her lips as the carriage bobbed.
"Why not? It was so easy. You were tricked, so to speak, but you
did forfeit your freedom in the process. You are my possession now
because I took you and I can hold you and there's not anything that
anyone can do to change that. I set up that frat asshole to take
the fall. I covered the bases. You were abducted. Plain and simple."
"Give me some head and get that thing back up."
She eased off of me. My cock was still wet. Her mouth descended
and she began to work it. It sprang back to life, but I must admit
that I was scared shitless. She could bite me. I hadn't set a real
example yet. Fight or flight is serious hormonal flow. Her mouth
went down without incident and I nervously enjoyed a head job.
When I was back at full mast I spun her around and I had her sit
on me. Again, she grabbed my cock and inserted it. This is a
definite good sign. Her warm lips spread as she maxed out. I gave
her the whip.
"Pop them good, give the double time order."
I leaned and looked on from the side. Her eyes glistened as she
tried several times before popping the whip and commanding the
beasts.
The several failed attempts had the two on foot hoofing it. The
rocking of the buggy was much more pronounced, but I can control
the rest where I cannot control the first. Maybe it was the loss
of sight of Christy's tits, but I remained solid. Christy began to
rock with the motion. Then she began to bounce, which exaggerated
the movements of the buggy. I forced myself to think of my
grandmother to avoid an orgasm. Christy bursted into climax, but
quietly. Her body went rigid, yet silent.
"You don't have to worry about them, they can't hear us. And you
most definitely do not have to worry about me," I said laughingly.
She began sitting so that I penetrated her all of the way. Her
lips were swollen and hot as hell. They thrusts out to each side
of my crotch each time the buggy swayed. She threw up the reins
and popped the whip.
"Faster!" she exclaimed. I think that she is going again. Damn. I
thought of grandma again and relaxed while her pelvic area ground
down around my cock. She began a continuous climax. I rode it out
somehow. I'd really appear weak if I wimped out. Jeep, we have a
three to one ratio. If I can't hang on one then I surely got into
the wrong business.
I set her hot ass down beside me after twenty minutes or so. Got
damn! We enjoyed running the shit out of the
not-quite-ready-to-be-a-pony-girls for awhile longer.
"Look at them. Crrr-rist. What sluts."
She looked upon me. It was an unknowing look for sure.
"Yes, you might be down sometime, but you know how to arise and
you'll be on top again."
"Tonight you drive though. Let's give these whores a good workout."
She popped the whip and they picked up the pace even more. There
were moans, grunts and farts. None quite serious enough to act upon.
They were exceeding my own expectations by far. I figured that they
would have bitched and that I'd already gagged them and that then
they would have refused to pull and that I would have switched them.
They were performing good though. Christy had grown to like it
already. It looked like the power had gone to her head too. She
reined the team about with a gleam in her eye. Honeysuckle and
privet blooms permeated the muggy morning air.
I got out at the pool to grab my cameras and set them up. I turned
on some higher intensity lights to better illuminate the area. The
shots were great. They were everything that I had imagined.
Christy looked like a natural up there. I fully intend to rotate
the three out, so that each gets a taste of both the top and the
bottom. It is going to be difficult to put Christy back down in
lieu of the outstanding job she is doing tonight. She seems to
have no qualms, having figured out quickly that there is a direct
competition between the three of them.
I lit the gas grill and went inside. The kitchen provides a view
of the entire exercise area. I prepared a large salad, watching
the trio as I worked. They continued, aware that I was watching
them. I took the two steaks that I had marinating and put them
onto the grill. The smoke of the grilling beef rolled around the
walled enclosure. I motioned Christy to bring them in and watched
as they slowly came toward the shed. They were dead tired, but
again this is their first workout. I unhitched Vicky and put her
leash on, directing Christy to give her some water and then take
her to the exerciser. I followed with Pat. We attached their head
harnesses and put the ball gags back in.
"It's cool off time. You sluts are going to be sore as hell
tomorrow. I want you to high step slowly and allow your bodies
time to cool down."
They were glistening in the light. Sweat was pouring off their
bodies by the gallon. Once they began to move I put Christy on the
grill as I made drinks and brought everything out to the garden
table. When the steaks were done we sat down to eat. There's
nothing quite as good as a steak hot off the grill. And nothing
smells quite as good as it cooks either. All three were visibly
aroused by the aromatic smoke.
I poured wine and Christy and I watched as the beasts cooled down.
We ate in silence. I didn't want a bunch of useless questions. She
was a bit nervous, yet she did well.
After we finished I took her back downstairs and gave her an
enema. I added a little extra water for good measure before
removing the hose and bottle, leaving basically a ballooned
buttplug in. Taking my crop I encouraged her to put on a private
performance, high stepping around the room for several minutes.
Her belly was swollen by the fluid, making my cock hard again.
I took her to the tub, putting her hands up on the shower head and
removed the plug. Several squirts came out before she was able to
stem the tide. I turned on the shower and rinsed the residue down
the drain before stepping in behind her and easing my swollen cock
into her. I've never done this before. The thought was highly
erotic though. I reached around her and pushed on the sides of her
belly, which forced the hot, soapy water from side to side. She
clenched her anal muscles due to the cramping and I suppose the
humiliation of it all. It was warm inside. I could feel the liquid
swishing around in search of a way out. She was plugged again
securely though. My cock was now the gatekeeper and the soapy film
lubricated me perfectly. This is pretty cool! I could get off
slowly from the warm swishing liquid and the tightly clenched anal
muscles.
I still have two outside though, so I decided to move along. I
moved my hands to her breasts, squeezing them as I began to ram
her ass. She squealed. Whether is was from delight or in anguish
had little bearing. I pulled almost out, right up to the head
before driving back in. Her body moved with my rhythm in attempts
to regain control of her sphincter muscles.
It was no time of course, before I unloaded in her. This is a
useful tool, I noted as I slowly withdrew. I thought that she was
going to pass out as I exited and she fought to close her ass. I
took her out and out her on the toilet and took my shower. I gave
her a few extra minutes before putting her in, telling her that I
was going to lay an outfit on her bed and that she should be
dressed and waiting. I then told her to apply makeup heavily like
a slut.
I then returned upstairs. Gazing out the plate glass I saw the
other two. They were still stepping, but it was very weak. They
both looked all around. I would do the same I'm sure were I in
their position. They were secured though and I had wanted to give
them both awhile to soak up the situation so that they could
sooner arrive at the obvious conclusion; there is no escape.
Taking a cold glass of wine I went out and coached them awhile
longer, giving Christy time enough to brush her teeth and to get
dressed. They were dead tired. I seriously doubted that either had
ever done any real physical work with their bodies before. My
carefully planned regimine of diet and exercise would slowly
introduce them to more and more exercise, which would keep their
bodies trim and sturdy. The steak that Christy got was something
that would be rare, haha. The girls would eat mostly grains,
fruits and vegetables tempered only occasionally with meat. Cheese
would provide the main protein content. Another benefit to their
diet would be the health of their teeth. All had lived pampered
lives before and all have healthy teeth. It is important to keep
them that way of course since I have no way to repair them.
After I bored with them, actually when I hankered to return to
check out Christy, I sat them down for salad and fruit. After
they finished I took them in and back downstairs. Christy was
sitting on her bed, dressed as instructed. She even had the
smaller ball gag that I had laid out in. I set the two subs up to
give each other an enema and then had them finger each other. Both
were uncomfortable in losing control of their bodies for my
entertainment, but they were coming right along. I instructed them
to shit, shower, brush and to dress with the uniforms I laid out
on their beds. And that it goes without repeating, they shall
always apply their makeup like cheap sluts.
I sat and began to fit Christy's hobble, explaining to her that it
was for her own protection. I had made a pair for each of them and
in most cases they would be worn anytime that they were outside
the basement. I had taken pairs of fur lined cuffs and placed a
short length of chain between them. I allowed ample slack for
walking up and down the stairs. Their leg movement was impaired
somewhat though, making walking in the long high heels a show in
itself. Running was pretty much out of the question.
I then put on her waist chain. I fit it around her body tightly
below her tits. There were two cuffs on it also that fit right
above each elbow. This restricted arm movement so that she could
work without being overly free.
I took her upstairs and got her started in the kitchen. These
girls are more than just sex slaves afterall. They are total
slaves.
I had removed anything that could be used as a weapon before I
brought them home. There were knives of course. That's why the
kitchen detail was for the top dog, that is the most trusted. Even
with a knife none of these soft mounds of flesh presented a real
threat to me. I would keep on my toes of course, but I was pretty
much safe.
I stepped away and enjoyed the view. She stood in four in black
high heels, complete with black stockings and garter belt. She had
a small black leather skirt wrapped around her waist, barely
concealing her panty less hips. This was topped off with a sheer,
black bra. Black is my color of course and I just love bras. I
love to see them going on, on, going off and off. Her makeup was
pretty fair for a first try. It wasn't nearly heavy or slutty
enough, but I would instruct them all on the specifics later. It's
the first time I've seen her as a slut. She's always been well
dressed and had the look of a model in her makeup and face.
She started loading the dishwasher as I departed. The other two
were ready as I arrived. Each wore only a black corset, high heels
and stay up stockings. Their makeup was passable, so I fitted both
with chains and led them up. Once there I assigned them the task
of general cleaning, dusting, washing windows, sweeping, mopping,
etc. They would work six hours daily on my home. Within a week it
was immaculate. It was detailed. And it would stay that way.
My cock was full of life, but I decided against further
intercourse, enjoying the feeling of being fully stimulated, my
balls ripe, as I watched the girls go about their chores.
I finally forced myself to put them to bed, ending their first
day. I am fully impressed that they have done so well.
TWO DELIGHTFUL WEEKS PASS.
I haven't had the time to update my journal. I've put training
into high gear, which has eaten away my evenings. I've worked
outside on perimeter security and on finishing the gravel buggy
trails out back in the daytime. There has been no sight of another
human short of an occasional airliner passing overhead.
The girls are coming along amazingly well. I've shown them daily
that there is no escape. I've switched them several times a day
in light to their individual performance. I have two of them
switch the bottom dog often too. I think I've wedged them apart
and they have accepted their situation. I've enjoyed tying my
knots, binding them in every conceivable way. I tie them in an
uncomfortable position for as long as it takes to make them beg to
serve me. And they have learned to comply or to beg. One or the
other. I'm teaching them to tie each other also, so that I can sit
and enjoy.
Last night I branded them. I'd fashioned a small iron about a year
ago. My initials were burned into the flesh of the right ass cheek
of each. The tricky part was getting the temperature right. I got
the tip of the iron red hot and allowed it to cool far belong a
glow before making my mark on each, sealing the transactions that
had occurred only two weeks earlier. The wounds are doing well.
I've kept them bandaged and ointment applied. The signatures will
be perfect.
I've also been keeping up with the news. The girls were reported
missing shortly after they did not make it home for the break.
There have been no real suspects named yet, however they have
interviewed the frat rat. His name is Dennis Pantallion. His
wealthy parents reside in Houston.
I've been consumed with internal turmoil for the last week or so.
This is not like me at all. I meticulously planned and carried
out with precision the acquisitions that I desired. There was
little guesswork. There were no clues except those which pointed
to someone else. Yet I must wrestle within my own mind the
possibility of pulling off one more.
If I do, if I can, it will be perfect. If he disappears the
authorities will be suspicious that he is the one they seek. Months
later when the DNA results are returned they will be certain.
I must admit that I already have plans for him. He will make the
perfect boy toy for all of us. I can vision him in a wig,
stockings, a corset and makeup running about with a hard on. His
wiry, feminine and hairless body is pretty damn good. His dark
hair will grow out, replacing the wig. And he owes me one. Or do I
maybe owe him? The thought of his corseted figure standing
beside me with cock at full mast intrigues me.
The big picture, the long term planning weighs heavily. I need to
breed another generation, as simple as that. Within thirteen years
they will be ready, having been trained to perfection. I'm faced
with the choice of breeding them and then having my own daughters
or acquiring another sperm stock and then having his daughters.
I could lose everything here. I have done no recon. I have made no
plans. I could be pulled over on the way home and busted. It would
be a by the seat of the pants operation vulnerable to bad luck or
a simple stupid mistake. I will have to place everything that I
firmly possess upon the table to take another spin of the wheel.
I drift off to sleep, even though sharp thoughts are bouncing all
about my head.
continued...
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