An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 5a: The Sands Of Time
I never seem to find the time to update my journal. I've been so
busy these last two months. I'll try to catch up here and hit on
the higher points at least.
I chose to keep young Dennis isolated. The girls I worked with
mostly as a group. I had private sessions with all three in my
search of a pearl.
The wounds from the branding healed up and they are now all off of
the disabled list. I stuck Dennis on his second night. Sometimes I
just have them all stand, fingers locked behind their heads, so
that I can admire my mark on each buttock. While it was painful,
as anyone who has ever been burned knows, it was a pillar of the
training program. The physical marking of property, both the
process of and the enjoyment derived from having them stand so
that I can view my marks have an effect of helping to prop up the
idea of surrender each one harbors within their own mind.
Christy and Vicky both have accepted the fact that they are now
simply objects of my amusement. Both have thrown out the morality
that they came with and neither has a qualm of doing what I ask of
them. Dennis also has done well. Pat is dragging up in last place.
I have kept up on the local news. Dennis had been named a suspect
and then a fugitive in the case of the dissappearence of the three
girls. The lab tests were still out, but were expected within a
couple of weeks.
There was only one surprise. My jaw dropped as I read the paper
and walked back up the long driveway.
Once home I went downstairs and brought Pat out. Enemas were just
occasional at this point, but today was the day. I had her fill
the bottle and insert it herself. She hung the bottle and stood
before me naked as it drained. I read the paper, looking up at her
every so often. This is always a pretty degrading experience. Her
belly began to bulge and her nude body quivered.
"Hands on top of your head slut," I offered passingly.
She complied, standing more at attention with both palms on the
top of her head. Laying the apper in my lap I gazed at her with my
full attention for several moments. She became suddenly uneasy,
imtimidated and embarrased. She knew something was up. My gaze was
unyielding and silent. She dared not speak without being asked a
direct question.
I had her unhook the hose and walk around for thirty minutes;
about double the norm. I took my sweet time undressing. I teased
her, not allowing her mouth reach my cock even as she doubled over
on the toilet. Her ass released squirts prematurely.
"Beg," I said shortly.
She looked distressed and impatient. We have already laid down the
foundation for begging. It is only done when demanded. I am
referred to simply as "Sir."
"Please. Sir. Let me suck your cock."
"You'd like that I suppose. You'd like to serve me so that you
might relieve yourself. The problem here is that your desire to
serve me should be your primary concern. You have it backwards.
You have done only the minimum required since you arrived. So you
have resinged your position here as a low one. This is your last
day of evaluation. This afternoon your position solidifies. Do you
understand?"
"I understand Sir," was her hesitant reply.
I moved closer and she began to hook the top with her upper lip so
that she could pull it down and get it in her mouth. Once she got
it she she worked it with her lips and tongue with newfound
effort. For the first time she glowed as an obedient slave. I
withdrew before I came and stepped away.
"I know why you have been so reserved."
She looked at me, both pleadingly and confounded. I laid the front
section of the newspaper on the floor at her feet. She saw her own
picture on the front page. She again had to lean forward to read
the print. Her ass spurted and I swatted her tits with the leash.
She managed to pucker back up.
"A cop? A fucking cop. How the hell did this happen?"
She looked defiant for a partial second, her resolve was near zero
though. There was a moment of silence.
"I'm a police officer."
Swat! I nailed her across the tits again with the leash and
prepared for another blow. She squinched her spinctor muscles
closed before continuing.
"I'm, I'm a police officer, Sir."
She paused to see if she had amended the right mistake.
"What do you want to know, Sir?"
"Everything. There are not many eighteen year old cops. What the
fuck were you doing?"
"I'm twenty three, Sir."
Again she paused. She was torn by some fucked up idea of duty.
"You seem to be waiting on the cavalry to rescue you. They will
not be coming, read the paper for yourself. Dennis is who they are
looking for and he will not be found."
I could see the raw data bouncing about in her mind. Her urge to
proceed was great.
"I was sent in to do an undercover investigation, Sir."
"On what?"
"On. On the student drug network."
"They sent you in to WHORE in order to undermine human trust and
to ruin a bunch of kids lives because they are a bit wild?"
"Yes Sir."
"Well whore you shall. Got-dammit. I was burned by a narc before
I retired. He was planted by corporate security for two and a
half years in a deep undercover sting. Hell, even the most
cautious of us dropped our gaurds after the first year. He got
everyone in the whole damn place that smoked dope. And I cannot
think of a single thing that pisses me off more than a carefully
orchestrated dehumanizing thing like this. I saw the fucker smoke
crack to gain our confidence so that he could turn me and my
friends in for smoking dope."
I was lecturing at this point. Pat listened. She looked more
stunned at this point than anything else.
"Cops are fucking criminals who took the right hand branch of the
road. They simply elected to seek, rather than hide. The dirtiest
things I've ever heard of were committed by cops."
"You are misled by the comraderie of the department. Do you see
what I'm talking about?"
"Yes Sir."
I don't know why she agreed. Her youth provided no experience to
realize the truth.
I pulled her up and into the shower. I'd never done this with her
yet. And from her reaction she hadn't heard from Christy about it.
I cuffed each wrist to the shower head.
"You like to cuff people, eh? I do too."
I pulled her hips back roughly. She spurted again. I followed the
contraction with the abrupt entry of my cock. I grabbed her
exposed tits and squeezed them as I penetrated her ass.
"I abducted and branded a cop? And now I'm fucking the shit out of
her?" I thought to myself as I began to press on her belly. "How
cool!"
I whispered into her ear the entire ordeal, saving my load for the
finale. I could see her body physically droop as she accepted
that there was no rescue in progress.
"This is it for you babe. You are mine and there is no one that
going to change that fact. Your actions determine my actions. I
had a very real feeling that you are a natural sub back when I sat
behind you in accounting class. I had the impression that you
would submit your will to mine and that you would be the one. I
thought that you would be my right hand here and now."
She turned her head and looked back the best she could. I stopped
pressing on her bloated belly and began to flick off her clit. It
stiffened and stood out. Her nipples were fully erect.
"See. I cannot believe that I was that wrong about you. I know
you. I can see your soul. Give it up! Forget your old life and
apply yourself to your new life. I know that you are a hot and
kinky girl."
Her hips pivoted slowly.
"That's it. Forget the dumb shit and let's get on with it."
She began to fuck herself. Looking around I could see the her eyes
were closed, yet there was a kinky whore look on her face. She
fucked me into submission. I held my position until her involuntary
spasms expelled my shriveled member. I rinsed her body off with the
shower head and uncuffed her. She left as I pointed to the toilet.
Sitting, she struggling to regain control of her agape asshole.
"That's better."
"I am here to serve you Sir."
For the first time, I was certain that she had broken. I think
that I hit the nail in that she had been expecting the cavalry to
rescue her. I think that I'm equally right in knowing that she is
a highly kinky girl who has simply put on a conservative act.
I showered and dried off. My cock was hard simply from her
surrender. I stuck it in and she began to blow me.
"I doubt that I can get off right now. You relieve yourself now
and I'll just enjoy your mouth."
She continued giving me head. It almost hurt me and there was no
way that I could cop another nut.
"Going beyond your orders? It's unnecessary. I want to go outside
now. Go ahead and go my little angel slut."
I cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back with my cock three
quarters buried. She opened up and relieved herself, while looking
me in the eye. I was certain then that the vibes I'd gotten from
her were true. The others surrendeded quickly and the easy thing
to do is to give he quickest and the best the first shot at the
number two position. That would be Christy. Vicky has done well
too. It is not the quickest sub, but the sub with the most
potential that I desire though. I'm glad that I drug my feet in
the selection process now.
I headed upstairs while Pat finished her bathroom chores. I
wheeled the cart out and prepared it. Then I iced down some beer
and loaded the chest onto the buggy, along with a towel. I looked
in on Christy and Vicky and then on Dennis before heading back down.
I was stunned as the last door opened and I got my first view. Pat
had gotten out one of the formal dresses and she was decked out in
black heels, hose, garters and dress. Her makeup was of a cheap
slut. I'd not seen her in this light yet and I was taken somewhat.
"It's going to be tough to pull the cart in that evening dress."
"Fuck that Sir."
There was another monent of uncomfortable silence.
"I know what you like. I know what you want. I'm going to be
giving that to you now."
Damn. I didn't know quite what to say.
"I'll prepare the sluts now, Sir."
"Ok." Well hell.
What the hell else could I possibly say? She had finally taken the
role that I willed her. My intention had been to degrade her; to
run her into the ground out there until I took my victory. Like
Japan in 1945 she embraced a concept that didn't even reside
within the language; to surrender.
She spun, looking very provacative as she took the key and opened
the cells. Both came out with a hushedly surprised look.
"Get Dennis too."
She opened his cell. I instructed him to sit in the bathroom and
had all of the girls follow. I instructed them all that he was the
low dog. Any of them has higher status than does he. Then I looked
to Vicky and Cindy as I instructed them that Pat was as of now my
agent. Any disservice I would deal with personally. They both
looked to Pat with a look of jeolously. Pat surprised us all with
a look of dominance.
I had them all help to apply makeup to him. I had Pat retreive a
wig I'd bought the previous day. Then she fetched a corset. All
three of them helped lace the corset tightly. This system of caste
seems to work perfectly. But this was more of a capitalistic type
system. Each has a distinct ability to surf over the waves of
differentation of each strata. The current standings would be hard
to get over though; mobility did exist in theory at least.
They finished off with stay up stockings and three inch black
heels. They looked like kids the first time someone let them loose
with finger paint. He looked pretty sharp.
Once outside Pat pulled the cart out and then retreived the second
cart. I'd just finished the construction luckily, having realized
that the need. We now have the stock to pull two carts.
I let Pat play her lead. She harnessed the girls without so much as
looking to me for my look of approval. Her attention was focused
solely on Christy and Vicky. She exuded dominance with every
motion as she ball gagged and harnessed the two. They both looked
somewhat perplexed at the new attitude their old roommate suddenly
displayed. She then took my riding crop out of the buggy.
CRACK! CRACK!
continued...
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