Paint Ball Wars

Paint Ball Wars

Well, it was finally time.  It was early December, there was snow everywhere, and I was going to Panama to get warm.  I had taken a two week vacation, and I was going to spend it hunting women.  That's right, I was going to hunt women.  I had heard about a place in Panama where you could hunt women on a private ranch.

I had checked out their website and then had them send me more information by mail.  I was ready for it.  My girlfriend of five years had cheated on me and then ditched me for her new lover about six months before, and I had some unresolved hostility toward women that I wanted to work out.

It was going to be a true dream vacation; two weeks in paradise.  The place was a remote former plantation on about 1000 acres, and was totally fenced to avoid any intruders.  It was expensive, and was costing me almost $3,000 per day for the 10 days I would be there, but I knew it would be worth it.  Besides, the cost included meals and lodging.

I am a paintball fanatic, so when I heard about this place, I just had to try it.  Not only was I going to get to hunt naked women with my paintball gun, but if I captured them, I could do whatever I wanted with them until sunset.  Each day would be a new game, and each game would run from 8am until sunset.

I arrived the day before, and was leaving the day following my 10 days, so my vacation actually included 11 nights.  They had told me I would be met at the airport, but I was still surprised when I was met by an absolutely gorgeous pair of women.  The stunning blonde introduced herself as Becky, and said she was from Canada .  She handled my bags.  The other woman, a tiny sexpot with long black hair and incredibly full lips, was Maria.  She said she had grown up in a village not far from the plantation.

“Well, Andy,” Becky said as we walked out of the airport, “Are you ready to hunt?  We sure are.”

“Sure,” I answered.  “I am really looking forward to this.  I've even been training so I would be sure to be in proper shape.  I hope you don't mind losing.”  They just laughed.

They loaded my gear into a Jeep Wrangler, and we set out.  Maria drove, while Becky sat in the back seat behind me.  They told me it would take about 90 minutes to get there.  We hadn't been traveling more than a couple of miles when I felt Becky reach around and start rubbing my cock through my slacks.  I got hard in an instant.

“Very nice,” she said.  “I was hoping you wouldn't be some tiny dick.  You should have seen this guy who was here last month.  They say Black guys are all big, but I can tell you that's wishful thinking.  So, what are you going to do with us if you capture us?”  By now she had slid her hand down my waistband and was gently squeezing my balls.

Maria said, “Hey, Becky, that's not fair.  Let me get in on this.”  Becky responded by undoing my slacks and telling me to slid them down around my ankles.

“Underwear, too,” she said, and I promptly replied.  As soon as I was undressed from the waist down Becky reached around both sides of the seat and started massaging my balls.  Maria reached over, took my cock in her tiny hand, and started stroking up and down.  The trip was definitely off to a good start.

Maria and Becky turned out to be artists who had obviously worked together before.  Maria had me close to coming in a couple of minutes, but she was an expert at varying the rhythm.  Becky kept up her work on my balls, but every time I got really close, she would squeeze them enough to hurt and my orgasm would subside.

Every now and then, Maria would need both hands to drive, so Becky would shift one hand to my cock.  A few seconds later, Maria's hand would be back.  They successfully kept me hard and panting to come for the rest of the trip.  Then, as we were driving through the automatic gate into the plantation, Becky asked if I was ready to come yet.

I managed to choke out, “Yes, please, make me come.”

Instead, just as we were driving up to the lodge, Maria suddenly sank her nails into the head of my cock, and Becky squeezed and twisted my balls hard.  I arched off the seat and screamed in agony.  Maria braked to a stop in front of the lodge, and the two of them had jumped out of the jeep before I could recover.  Maria blew me a kiss and said, “See you in the jungle, tough guy.”  Then they both took off at a jog.

A moment later another tiny but sexy woman (Maria's sister, as I later found out) opened my door on the Jeep, looked down at my raging erection, and said, “Aren't you a sight?  I'll get your bags.”  I staggered out of the Jeep and into the lodge, where I met my hostess.

I had talked to her on the phone, but that didn't prepare me for her reality.  Lisa was truly stunning.  She was easily as tall as me, and I'm 6'3”.  Her hair and eyes were the same shade of black, and her skin was deep, golden brown.  I guessed her to be Black/Asian mix.  She was wearing a little black dress, and it perfectly accentuated her athletic, yet voluptuous body.  I looked down and noticed she was barefoot.

“Welcome to our home.  I hope you enjoy your stay here.  Anna will show you to your room.  Dinner is in 90 minutes.”  Maria's sister, Anna, showed me down the corridor to my suite.  I decided to shower before dinner.

Once I got cleaned up and dressed, I went to the lounge, where I found the four women.  Lisa, who owned the place, explained that they were the entire staff; except that they had a couple of local women come in and do a major cleaning between clients.  “Each day,” she said, “one of us will remain here to run the lodge house and cook the meals, while the other three will participate in the game.”

“Now,” she went on, “let me go over again how it works.  I know we talked about it on the phone, but I always want to make sure there are no misunderstandings.  First, you can wear anything you like, but we women will be either barefoot or wearing only sneakers during the game.  Naturally all of us will wear eye protection.  You start at 8am each morning.  Whichever three of us are playing that day will already be gone.  We can leave as early as we like to get ready.  Once you are 50' from the lodge, the game begins.”

“Each player will have a paintball gun.  You get as much ammo as you want to carry, while each of us is limited to five paintballs.  Your paint will be blue, while ours will be pink.  The premise is that the paint causes instant paralysis that lasts about 15 minutes, so anyone who is hit is expected to immediately fall and pretend to be paralyzed.  They can't even speak.  We will always do that, and you must do it also.  If you don't, the game ends that day and we won't play the following day, either.”

“Once you have one of us paralyzed, you can do whatever you want to us.  We will already be naked, so that should make it more convenient for you.  Remember, we quit being paralyzed in 15 minutes, so you may want to tie us up before then.  To help with the timekeeping, a bell will sound here at the lodge every five minutes.  A person is paralyzed until they hear the bell four times, so it may actually last almost 20 minutes.”

“Like I said, you can do anything you like to us once we are captured.  While we are “paralyzed' we will try not to respond at all.  Once that ends, we may choose to cooperate or fight like wildcats.  You can let us fight or torture us into submission.  Prisoners can even be tortured just for the fun of it, if the captor likes that sort of thing.”

“There are a couple of limitations, as I said on the phone.  No permanent damage is allowed.  It is also requested that all participants try to avoid deliberately drawing blood in any quantity.  Naturally, if you are whipping one of us with a switch, or we are scratching and clawing to get away, there may be minor injuries, and this sort of thing doesn't count.”

“At sunset, the game ends for the day.  If you have any of us captive at that time, you can choose one captive to spend the night as your slave.  She will serve you with complete compliance from then until 6am the next morning.  Also, there are cameras mounted in many places on the ranch, and we record much of the action.  When you leave you will be provided with a recording that you can enjoy later.”

“I think that's about everything.  Naturally the same rules apply to everybody.  Do you have any questions?  No?  OK, I just need you to sign this agreement specifying that I have explained the rules as listed here, and you understand them.”

After I looked over the agreement and signed, it was time for dinner, which was excellent.  After dinner I was given a tour of the “playing area” so I would have some familiarity with the layout.  There were a lot of trails, and a lot of heavy cover.  There were also jumbled piles of boulders scattered around, a stream and small lake, and several cabins.  There were also some structures that looked like big jungle gyms.  The “playing area” was a bit over one half mile on a side, and surrounded by a 10' chain link fence with razor wire on the top.  The back door of the lodge opened out into the “playing area.”

When we got back to the lodge, I looked over the equipment and decided what I would take with me the next day.  They had a nice selection of paintball guns and also a huge variety of bondage stuff, dildoes, vibrators, etc.  I packed a backpack full of what I thought I would need and decided to turn in early.

At 6:30 the next morning Maria woke me up.  She said the other women were already in the playing area.  I dressed in running shoes, long pants, and a short sleeved safari type shirt.  After Maria served me breakfast, it was nearly 8am , so I grabbed my gun and backpack and got ready to start.  At 8am sharp the bell sounded for the first time, and I headed out the door.

I had been playing paintball for a long time, so I didn't make any novice mistakes.  Lisa had said 50' and I was fair game, so I stood by the lodge for several minutes and just looked.  When I was fairly sure nobody was nearby, I slipped quietly into the brush.  I can be very quiet in the woods, and these tropical forests had no dry leaves to worry about.

I worked my way quietly through the brush about 30' from the main trail.  I had only gone about 100 yards when I spotted Becky hiding near the main trail.  She was obviously waiting to ambush me.  When I had a clear shot I carefully lined up and triggered one ball right into the middle of her back.  She looked around in surprise and then remembered and dropped to the ground.

I waited and watched a couple of minutes and then carefully approached her.  As I came up to her, I saw she was a natural blonde.  After making sure nobody else was around, I decided to have some fun.  I dragged her back into the brush where I knew no one could see us, and said very quietly in her ear, “Let's test this paralysis, shall we.”  She stiffened a tiny bit but didn't move.  I reached down and took one nipple between my thumb and finger and started to pinch and twist.  Becky tried very hard not to move, but she couldn't help squirming a bit, and she made kind of a gurgling noise.  As hard as I was twisting and pinching, I knew I was really hurting her.

After a few minutes of this fun, I stopped and picked her up in a fireman's carry over my shoulder.  I knew there was a cabin just a hundred or so feet up the main trail.  I went carefully through the brush and checked it out before approaching.  Finally I went quickly across to the cabin and kicked open the door.  It was empty.

It was only maybe 15' square, and contained just a bed and a couple of chairs.  I had heard two bells, so I dropped her on the bed and got some rope from my backpack.  I quickly tied her hands behind her, and bound her ankles and knees.  I got a ball gag ready and waited for the fourth bell.  As soon as it came, she started testing her bonds.  I leaned over her and quietly asked if she wanted to fight or submit.

She spit at me and said, “You're a bastard.  Why did you pinch my nipple like that?  That really hurt.”

“I know,” I answered.  “That's why I did it.  Now, you shouldn't call me names.  You'll have to pay for that.”  I forced the ball gag into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.  Then I tied a rope to her wrists and threw it over a rafter, pulled up her wrists, and tied it off to the headboard.  Finally, I tied off her ankles to the foot of the bed.  She was on her belly, gagged, hands tied and pulled up in the air, and feet fastened down, which also kept her stretched out.

After looking out the door for a while to make sure it was clear, I quickly went out and cut a couple of branches.  When I got back inside, I put the bar across the door.  For the time being I was safe.  Then I trimmed my branches until I had one whippy switch and one heavier branch, more like a cane.

I started with the switch.  When I brought it down across her butt, she tried to scream through the gag.  I guess it stung.  I spent about 10 minutes and thoroughly covered her butt and legs.  She was thrashing as hard as she could by this time.  Then I dropped the switch and picked up the cane.  She immediately started trying to talk and was shaking her head “no” at the same time.

I laughed and swished the cane through the air a couple of times.  Then I brought it down hard across her butt.  Becky erupted into the air.  She actually got a pretty credible scream out through the gag.  I let her settle down a minute and then took the gag out.

She was sobbing and writhing around a bit.  I loved it.  Then I asked again, “Do you want to fight or submit?”

She didn't even hesitate.  She said, “I'll submit.  Please, don't hurt me anymore.  I'll do whatever you want.”

“Good,” I replied.  “Now, I think you should apologize for spitting at me.  A proper apology will probably take several minutes.  Don't forget to mention any ways you think of to make it up to me.”

While Becky apologized and promised to suck me or screw me or lick me any way I wanted, I untied her legs and the rope holding her arms up to the ceiling.  Soon the only things bound were her hands, still behind her back.  I brought my cock out and told her to get busy.  She was very enthusiastic, and a few minutes later she swallowed everything I gave her.  When I was done, I retied her on the bed and set out to find the other two.

I opened the cabin door carefully and looked out for a couple of minutes.  Then I went out the door and toward the safety of the brush at a run.  I didn't make it.  Anna had snuck in while I was busy and was on the roof of the cabin.  She nailed me in the back with two shots, so I fell to the ground and pretended to be paralyzed.

Anna hopped down off the roof, ran over to me, and opened my backpack.  She removed the handcuffs, and then she removed the backpack and my shirt before cuffing my hands in front of me.  Next, she scampered into the cabin and untied Becky.  The two of them quickly stripped off the rest of my clothing and then dragged me into the cabin.

They got me onto the bed, and then tied my hands to the headboard and my feet spread to the foot.  Once I was tied down, Anna said, “I'll go find Lisa,” and ran out the door.

Becky stood over me smiling and said, “Let's test this paralysis, shall we.”  She reached down with one hand and slid my ballsack between her two middle fingers.  Then she cupped her hand around my balls, trapping them firmly, and pulled up, stretching my ballsack, and then begin jamming the end of the thumb on her other hand into the side of my left nut.  I tried to stay still, but in a few moments I was arching up on the bed and moaning.  She dropped my balls and laughed.  “I'm better at the paralysis than you are.”

Then Becky picked up the switch.  She leaned down real close to my ear and whispered, “I owe you.”  Then she whipped me with the switch.  She started with my thighs, and it really hurt.  When she moved on to my belly, I started to really thrash, and she was relentless.  It was about 10 minutes before the other two girls arrived, and she whipped me steadily the whole time.  When Anna and Lisa arrived, I was crying, begging, and writhing on the bed.

Lisa said, “I see you got started without us.”

“Not really,” Becky said.  “I haven't really hurt him yet.  Watch this.”  Then she slashed the wicked switch across my balls.  I screamed.  She grinned at me and said, “I owed you that for the cane.”

Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed and stroked my cock a couple of times.  For some reason it was hard.  Then she said, “Well, now you see the downside of our little game.  Sometimes you get the bear, and sometimes the bear gets you.  We like to see what our new players do with the first girl they catch.  You might say it sets the tone for the games we play.  If they are gentle and kind, then we will be the same way when we capture them.”

“On the other hand, if the player likes to play a rougher sort of game, we can do that, too.”  While Lisa was talking to me, Anna had slipped up on the other side of the bed and suddenly jammed the ball gag into my mouth.  Lisa held my head while Anna buckled it into place.  Once it was secure, Lisa went on.  “Since you have shown a fondness for dishing out pain, we will see if you can take it.”

Becky reached into the backpack and took out the other two pairs of handcuffs.  She took the first set and locked one cuff around my entire package, tightening it down firmly.  Then she slipped a rope through the second cuff, looped it around the back of my neck, and pulled it up tight, tying it off.  This pulled my cock and balls up toward my stomach.

Becky used the other set of cuffs above my balls, ratcheting them down tight, separating my balls from my cock and holding them up tight against the skin.  When they had me set, Lisa said, “You are really going to hate this.  Becky and Anna will help you hold still.”  Anna promptly straddled my upper body, facing the foot of the bed, and jammed her ass down on my nose.  With the ball gag in place, I couldn't do much about it.  Becky sat on my legs just below the knees facing my head.  I was pinned down by two full grown women in addition to the ropes.

I also couldn't see a thing with Anna's butt on my face.  The first I knew what was going to happen was when Lisa brought a stick down hard across my balls.  I guess it was the cane I had made.  She beat my balls with that stick for what seemed forever, and just when I thought I would surely black out, she finally stopped.  The women got off of me, and the gag was removed.

Once I had recovered a bit, Lisa sat back on the edge of the bed.  “Since it's three against one, we are going to do things a bit differently when we capture you.  We will never hold you more than two hours.  Of course, it may seem like two weeks to you, once we get busy.  We're going to release you now.  We will move some distance away from this cabin, so you don't have to worry about getting ambushed again.  We are also stealing some of your stuff.  See you in the jungle, tough guy.”

Anna firmly tied one wrist to the headboard and then unlocked the cuffs.  The women gathered up some of my gear and then left.  It took me about 5 minutes with my free hand to get free.  The first thing I did was check to see what gear they had taken.  They had left me a single pair of cuffs and most of the rope, along with my backpack.  They took everything else but my shoes and paintball gun, and most of the ammo for that was gone.

A few minutes later I headed out to get even.  I was naked except for my shoes.  The stream was nearby, so my first action was to head there and smear mud on myself for camouflage.  Then I took to the brush and tried to disappear.  I hid out most of the day, moving slowly.  Patience was my friend.  About 4pm I was ready to make my move.

The women had hid out most of the day, setting an ambush over one of the side trails.  Finally they realized I wasn't going to walk down that path, so they got together to plan strategy.  I stalked with 50' of their hiding place and then opened up with what ammo they had left me.  In seconds all three were on the ground.

After sprinting over to them, I quickly cuffed Lisa's hands behind her back.  They were using my shirt as a sack to carry the rest of my gear.  I retrieved the other two sets of cuffs and cuffed Anna and Becky.  Then I took some rope and tied their ankles crossed.  “It's nice to see you again, ladies.  I guess it's my turn now.  Just so you know, I plan to torment you until sundown and then decide who will be my slave for the night.  I think I will take all of you over to that jungle gym, and then we will get started.”

I carried all three of them the 100' to the giant jungle gym, which looked like playground equipment on steroids.  Next I untied Anna's ankles and tied her big toes together with her shoe laces.  By then the paralysis time was over and the women could move again, so I stood Anna up under the middle of the framework.  I doubled a piece of rope, made a loop in the end, and pulled it tight around her waist.  Then I brought it down between her legs, between her labia, and up the crack of her butt.

I passed it through the waist rope and threw it over the crossbar.  After pulling it down I tied it off to a support.  Anna was now forced to stand, and there was no chance she could run away.  Next I unlocked her wrists and recuffed them above her head but behind the rope, and I finished by pulling the rope until she was way up on her toes, and then retied it.

Anna was now trying to keep her weight off the crotch rope by using her toes and pulling with her hands, but I knew that as she tired she would put more and more of her weight on the rope.  To finish it off, I blindfolded her.

I blindfolded Becky next, and then I tied her on her back on the outside of the gym, with each leg tied about four feet off the ground, and spread about the same.  She was lying on her shoulders, and I ran a rope from her hands to a lower bar, snugging it up.

Lisa got the ball gag installed, but I left her alone otherwise.  I knelt down next to her and asked, “Do you submit?”  She shook her head “no.”  I got up and walked into the woods.  When I came back a few minutes later I had several switches and a couple of thicker branches for canes.  Anna was moaning a bit and clearly beginning to feel some pain.  The other two were trying to get loose.

I dropped my bundle on the ground, except for one cane and one switch.  Then I went over to Becky.  First I took the switch and brought it down hard right between her legs.  She screamed beautifully.  I did it twice more.  She was begging me to stop, so I said, “I am only doing this because Lisa refused to submit.”  Then I used the switch a few times on each nipple before returning for a parting shot at her pussy.

When I looked over at Lisa, she was mewling through the gag and shaking her head “yes.”  I ignored her and went over to Anna, being very quiet.  She was completely preoccupied with the rope through her pussy, so she didn't know I was there until the cane fell right across the middle of both tits.  It took her breath away and she couldn't really scream, but she tried.  I waited about a minute and then brought it across her butt.  This time she got the scream out OK.

Then I went back to Lisa, who was still shaking her head “yes.”  I retied her ankles with about 18” of slack in the rope, and stood her up.  I led her down the trail about 100' to a spot where I could still see the other two women, and then I took out the gag.  When she started to speak, I put my finger to her lips and said, “Shhhh.  Don't say anything.  Just shake your head.  Do you want to submit now?”  She shook her head up and down.  “Do you promise to submit and not try to escape for the rest of the day?”  Lisa's head went up and down again.

“OK,” I said, “You can talk now, but only very, very quietly and only if you show proper respect.  Now tell me, how many times did you hit my balls with that stick?”

I heard her breath catch, and then she whispered, “I hit you 25 times, Sir.  Please don't hurt Anna and Becky because you're mad at me, Sir.  Please.”

“I don't know,” I answered.  “I think the best way to hurt you might be to whip the other two.  I'll keep that in mind.  Right now I owe you for that ball beating.”  I put my index finger against my thumb and snapped a couple of times in front of her face, and then I sat down on a log beside the trail and motioned her over in front of me.

When she was right in front facing me, I had her spread her legs and then squat just a little to spread her even more.  Then I told her to reach down with her hands and spread her pussy lips.  She did, but her hands were shaking.  I reached up with my index finger and snapped her right on her clit.  She gasped.  I told her to keep count, so she whispered “one.”  I snapped her about every 10 seconds, gradually increasing the force, until I had given her the 25 I owed her.

When I was done, her legs were giving out, so I pulled her face down across my lap.  I know she was expecting to be spanked, but instead I stroked her butt with my left hand and slid my right hand between her legs.  She was soaked.  I kept both hands moving, and soon her hips were dancing that ancient dance.  A couple of minutes later, she exploded in orgasm.

When she settled down, I stood her back up.  “Let's go see how your friends are doing.  Are they just friends, or are they more?”

“They are also lovers, Sir.”

“I thought so.  Does pain always get you that hot?”

“Yes Sir.  Giving or receiving, it doesn't matter.  I love it.”

This was getting interesting.  “How about the others, do they like it, too?”

Lisa hesitated.  “It varies, Sir.  Maria likes it both ways, like me.  Becky would rather receive.  I'm surprised she didn't come from the whipping you gave her.  It was probably too short.  Anna is all top.  She thinks it's always better to give than to receive.  I imagine she is miserable right now.”

“Good,” I answered.  “Let's go play with Becky.”  I walked over to Becky and felt her pussy.  It was wet.  I started playing with her, sliding two fingers in and out while stroking her clit with my thumb.  In no time she was starting to squirm.  I kept at it until I knew Becky was getting close, and then stopped.  She moaned, and I said, “Beg me to whip your pussy.”  She just moaned again.  I ran my fingers through her slit and she arched.  I said, “You can't come until you beg me to whip you.”

It only took about five minutes before Becky mumbled, “Please whip me.”

“What?”  I answered.  “Speak up.  Whip you where?”

“Please whip my pussy.  I need to come.  Please.”

I started whipping her gently but steadily right between her legs.  As I increased the speed and hardness, she came hard.  I kept going, and a couple of minutes later she came again.  Then, maybe three minutes after that I stopped whipping her and jammed four fingers into her pussy.  I scratched my thumbnail over her clit, and she came so hard I was worried about her.  I untied her from the bar and retied her ankles.  Then I recuffed her hands in front and tied the cuff chain to a tree in the shade.

When I got over to Anna, I had once again managed to sneak up on her.  By now the rope was keeping her very occupied.  I stroked my hand up her side, brushing the side of her breast and her armpit.  She went rigid, but said nothing.  I said, “Does it hurt, Anna.”

She said, “Of course it hurts.  You want it to hurt, you bastard.”

I laughed.  “I'll let you down.  You just have to ask very, very nicely.  Oh, and don't forget to apologize for calling me a bastard.  That really hurt my feelings.”

She didn't say anything.  I waited a few seconds, and then reached out and pinched a nipple with each hand.  I pinched hard, and then twisted.  “I guess you like this.  If you didn't, you would ask nicely to get down.  Since you like this sort of thing, I'll help you out.”  I let go of the nipples, and as she sighed in relief I brought the cane across her butt.  After about 30 seconds, I did it again, across her thighs.  The third blow fell on her calves, and the next caught the bottoms of her feet, since she was still high on her tiptoes.

Anna was sobbing now, but not saying anything.  The next stroke was across her belly.  That did it.  The quiet sobbing became real crying, and she managed to choke out, “Please, please, please let me down.  Please don't hurt me anymore.  I am very sorry I called you a bastard, and I promise it will never happen again.”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Do you submit totally, mind and body?  Tell me I own you.  Tell me you are my slave.  Tell me you are my bitch.  Tell me you are my slut.”

Anna was still sobbing.  “I give up.  I submit.  You own me, and I'm your slave.  I'm your bitch and slut.  Please let me down.”

I untied the rope and Anna collapsed to the ground.  I picked her up and carried her into the shade.  Then I took a canteen and gave all three women some water.  Once I had them all pretty comfortable, I told Lisa to sit on my lap facing me and make us both come.  She got my pants down and then straddled me, sliding down onto my cock in one smooth motion.

As her hips were moving slowly, sliding up and down my length, she leaned in and whispered, “Pinch my nipples.  I know you want to.  Make it hurt for me.”  I started pinching and twisting, lightly at first, and then getting harder and harder.  Lisa started moaning and her hips speeded up.  In a couple of minutes she screamed out her orgasm and I came hard inside her.

When we were done, she got off and then went down and cleaned me off without even being told.  When I was clean, Lisa looked at the sky and said, “Well, it's almost sundown.  We had better start back, ‘cause night comes quick in the tropics.  Am I your slave for tonight?”  She looked pretty eager.

I smiled.  “Nope, that would be Anna.”  I was watching Anna when I said that, and her whole body got stiff.  “After all,” I went on, “She said she's my slave, bitch, and slut.  It wouldn't be fair to deny her the pleasure of serving me all night.”

A few minutes later the women were all untied and uncuffed, and we were walking back to the lodge.  I made Anna carry all of my stuff.  When we got to the lodge, Maria was waiting by the door.  “Well,” she said, “I've been watching on the cameras.  You guys had an interesting day.  I see you're the slave, Anna.  That's a first.”  Maria looked like she was mocking her sister.

Anna started to answer, but I cut her off.  “Anna can't talk right now.  She isn't allowed to talk unless I ask her a question.  She wants to save her mouth for other things.  Isn't that right, Anna?  You can just nod.”  Anna shot me a look that would wither fresh flowers, but she nodded.

I told Anna to take the stuff into my room and wait, kneeling by the bed.  Once she left, I turned to Maria.  “How long until dinner?”

She said, “About an hour.  Why did you pick Anna to be your slave?  You know she hates it.  She'll really be after you in the woods now.”

“I know.  That's why I picked her.  I'll explain it to all of you at dinner.  Right now I want to get cleaned up.  Maybe I'll just have Anna lick me clean.”  As I walked away, I heard a buzz of conversation behind me.

When I got to the room, Anna was kneeling by the bed, as ordered.  My stuff had been thrown in a heap on the floor.  Well, I didn't tell her to put it away.  “Hi, Anna, are you having fun?”

“No.”

“Too bad, but you're my slave for the next few hours, so you may as well get used to it.  Get your shoes off.  I want you absolutely naked.”  She removed her shoes and resumed kneeling.  “Now,” I continued, “You have to be my absolutely compliant slave, so you have to tell the truth.  What really turns you on right now?”

She smiled up at me.  “What really turns me on is the thought of you dangling from a tree screaming while I beat your balls flat with a stick.  That will be sweet.  I can almost come just thinking about it.  Too bad I have to wait until tomorrow to see it.  That's if you actually have the guts to play again.”

I sat on the bed and motioned Anna to kneel right in front of me.  When she was in position I said, “No need to goad me.  I'm looking forward to it.  Of course you actually have to capture me.  Maybe I'll get you again.  Anyway, let's see what kind of courage you have.  Your nipples look a little sore.  Put your hands behind your head and keep them there.”

When she had her hands in place, I said, “OK, now stick your chest out.”  She did.  “Now I'm going to play a game.  I am going to abuse your nips.  When you can't take it anymore just say, ‘Please, master, give me mercy.'  If you say that, I'll stop and we'll both know I've won again.”

A pillowcase over Anna's head closed off her vision, and then I started.  She expected my hands on her breasts, but I slid three fingers up into her slit instead.  She flinched and almost fell over, but she was wet, and now she knew I knew it.  With my other hand I grabbed her right nipple.  I didn't start slow; I just pinched and twisted hard.  I kept twisting, letting my fingers slide around as I did.

After a minute or so, I twisted the other way.  I just kept pinching hard and twisting back and forth.  As I continued doing this, I could feel her getting wetter.  I knew she hated it, but her body wasn't so sure.  It only took maybe five minutes before I heard her whisper, “Please, master, give me mercy.”

“Louder.”

She said it again, out loud this time, so I quit twisting and pulled off the pillowcase.  Tears were running down her cheeks.  I started gently stroking her other nipple and put my mouth over the tortured one, gently licking and sucking.  Her breath started getting faster.  I took the three fingers I had been sliding back and forth in her slit and slowly started sliding them in and out of her pussy.  At the same time, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb.

That was all it took.  The orgasm hit Anna hard, and she moaned and bucked on my fingers, losing all control.  As she came down, I pulled her up onto the bed.  I lay on my back, and I pulled her full length on top of me.  When she was lying on me, I told her to put her hands behind her back, and she did.  Then I asked her, “How did you like your first real slave orgasm?  It was pretty intense, huh?”

Anna's face was right over mine, and she kissed me hard.  The intensity of it surprised me.  She also slid slightly to the side and started rubbing her mons against my leg.  I kissed her back and then reached down to fondle her butt.  “Tell me what you want, slave.  Your need is obvious.  Tell me.”

“I want you inside me, please.”

All I said was, “OK, go ahead.”

She sat up and then impaled herself on my cock.  The next 10 minutes were quite a ride.  Anna came twice, and I had a huge orgasm as she skillfully milked me.  She had some amazing muscle control.

We showered together, with Anna never saying a word, and I got dressed to go to dinner.  Anna said, “How do you want me to dress?”

“Just like you are, naked,” I said.  “I want you kneeling right next to me all through dinner.  You are to say nothing unless I ask you a question, except for this.  You are to say, ‘I am your slave.  I am your slut.  I am your bitch.  Hurt me and make me come.'  That's it.  I want you to repeat that every minute or so.  I want you to sound like you mean it.  Say it for me now.”

Anna lowered her eyes.  “I am your slave.  I am your slut.  I am your bitch.  Hurt me and make me come.”

“That's good.  Let's go to dinner.”

Dinner was fun.  The food was excellent again.  I fed Anna by hand.  She did as she was told and repeated her phrase every minute or two.  “I am your slave.  I am your slut.  I am your bitch.  Hurt me and make me come.”

About half way through the meal I mentioned what a wonderful time I was having.  “The incident with the stick on my balls just added to the spice.  Don't get me wrong.  I didn't enjoy it, but knowing what is likely to happen if I get caught is sure to keep every nerve alive tomorrow.  Knowing I will be tortured again if I slip up is a great incentive to do my best.”

“In fact, I decided to play fair.  Since you plan to release me two or three hours after I'm captured, I will do the same for you.  Besides, it wouldn't be any fun if I caught everyone in the morning and just kept them tied up all day.  I would run out of ideas to torture you.”

Lisa said, “I'm glad you're being such a good sport about this.  Some guys don't mind hurting us but get really irate if we get them back at all.  Since you are willing to have the rough play go both ways, I don't think we'll mind.  Like you said, it will really put some spice in the game.  Of course, you may feel differently if Anna makes you tango.”

“Tango?” I queried.  “What's that supposed to mean.”

Lisa grinned like the Cheshire Cat.  “She's never done it to one of our clients, but she's told us about it.  I'm sure she would want it to be a surprise.”

After dinner I read for a while in the study.  I had Anna kneeling next to me repeating the mantra I had taught her.  Becky couldn't keep her eyes off of us, and her arousal was very apparent.  After a couple of hours of reading, I put the book down and had Anna come with me to my room.

I sat on the bed and had Anna kneel in front of me.  “How are you feeling, Anna?”  She looked at me with a strange expression on her face.

“You are really good at this, aren't you?” was all she said.

I pulled her across my lap face down.  As I rubbed her butt, her breath started coming in gasps.  I played a bit between her legs and then started to slowly spank her.  I kept it light at first and gradually increased the tempo and strength of the strokes.  Before long Anna was squirming, and I could tell it wasn't the pain.  She had crossed over.

I slid my other hand under her and began stroking her clit while I spanked her.  She came almost immediately.  While she was still coming I rolled her onto the bed on her back and kept up the activity between her legs.  As she was slowly recovering from her orgasm I whispered in her ear, “You didn't know you were such a slave, did you?”  She cuddled up against me and we fell asleep.

Sometime later I felt a wonderful sensation.  I looked under the covers and saw Anna bobbing up and down on my cock.  She was really good, and I was quickly nearing orgasm.  Anna skillfully slowed down and speeded up as needed to keep my close without pushing me over the edge.

It seemed to go on forever.  When it seemed I was about to go out of my mind with lust, she stopped and slid out from under the covers.  “Sorry, it's six AM.  I have to go to work.  Too bad I didn't have time to finish you.”  With a final giggle Anna dashed out of the room.

“Well,” I thought, “It's an interesting start to what is sure to be an interesting day.”  I took a shower and headed to the dining room.  Becky was staying in today, and she had breakfast for me in no time.  After breakfast I got my gear together and waited for the 8am starting time.  I was psyched and ready to play.

Beginning a few minutes before starting time I watched carefully out the window to see if I could spot anyone.  I was expecting a trap.  At 8am promptly I was through the door.  I went very slowly, just as I had done the first day, but I had a different plan today.  For some reason I was expecting a trap right off.

When I got near the 50' limit I suddenly sprinted for the main trail.  I hadn't used it at all the first day, and I thought it would catch them by surprise.  It worked, and a couple of paintballs zipped wide as I ran.  About 100' inside the forest I stopped and melted into the brush.  Now it was time to start my stalk.

Half an hour later I had worked around toward where the shots had come from.  I finally spotted Lisa hiding in some brush over a minor trail.  Another few minutes of looking and I had Anna as well.  I carefully picked a spot where I could shoot them both and worked toward it.  It took me 10 minutes to get into position.

I was just raising my gun when the paint ball caught me on the top of my shoulder.  After a moment of surprise I fell to the ground, cursing under my breath.  I was able to see Maria climbing down from a tree, and cursed myself some more.  Why hadn't I looked up?  Lisa and Anna were just bait.

Maria called to the others as she came up to me.  In a few moments I was surrounded by the three of them.  The first thing they did was strip me.  No surprise there.  The cuffs from my backpack were quickly snapped on my wrists in front of me and a rope used to secure them to my waist, with the knot in back, where I couldn't reach it.  A hobble completed the tie.  Anna added the ball gag.

Then they waited for the ‘paralysis' to wear off.  Once I was moving they got me up and marched me the few hundred feet to the closest jungle gym.  “Uh-oh,” was my thought when we got to the gym.

A rope was quickly thrown over one of the upper bars and tied to my cuffs.  Then, as Maria untied the rope holding my cuffs to my waist, the other two pulled my arms up in the air, tying it off when I was on tiptoes.  Another rope was added from my hobble to a bar behind me so I couldn't bring my feet forward.

Once I was secure, Lisa took my belt out of my pants.  I thought she was going to whip me with it, and I was right, but not like I expected.  She stroked my cock a few time, getting it hard, had then held the shaft tight in one hand while she whipped the head with my belt.  The first few slaps were bad enough, but it got steadily worse.  Soon I was screaming into the gag.

While I was distracted by this, Maria had cut a stick to use as a cane.  The first I knew about it was when it slammed into my butt.  While Lisa continued to whip my cock, Maria gave me a half dozen more strokes with the cane.  I just howled.  When they were done, I was barely standing.

I looked up to see Anna in front of me with a long piece of rope.  “You should remember this tie,” she said.  “You used it on me yesterday.”  Anna doubled the rope and looped it around my waist, snugging it up very tight in the front.  Then she took the two ends of the rope down between my legs, running one on each side of my genitals before bringing them up the crack of my butt.

As I had done, she ran them under the waist rope in the back and in front of the cuffs on my wrists, and then threw the ends over the bar above my head.  Maria took the ends of the rope and pulled it down to one of the lower bars.  Then Anna and Lisa each took a leg and lifted me up into the air.  Maria pulled the rope taut and tied it off.  When Anna and Lisa lowered me I was hanging a foot off the ground by the rope through my crotch.

Anna took another piece of rope and doubled it.  She made a loop in the end and slipped it over my balls, sliding it up tight with the two ends coming off the back of my scrotum.  While she was doing that, Maria and Lisa removed the rope from my ankles.  Then Maria and Anna each took one of the ropes dangling from my balls, lifted up my foot, and tied it off to my big toe.

I could tell this was going to get unpleasant.  I was hanging in midair by a rope through my crotch, and now my big toes were tied to my balls with ropes that felt about 6” too short to let me extend my legs.  I had to hold my legs up to keep their weight from pulling on my balls.

Anna looked up at me and laughed out loud.  Then she said to Maria and Lisa, “Here it is, just like I told you.  Now all we have to do is wait.  You're going to love it.  He won't like it, but you're going to love it.”  They all sat in the shade to watch, but not until Anna used my belt to deliver a few hard smacks to my cock.

In a short time, I understood the problem in greater detail.  My legs were getting tired.  I was holding them up, but now and then my concentration would slip and one of my legs would drop, jerking on my balls.  Before long the muscles in both legs were giving out.  One leg would drop, and when I managed to lift it up, the other would drop.

Soon I couldn't manage to hold a leg up for any time at all.  As soon as I lifted it, it would give out and drop again, jerking my balls.  The jerk would make me lift it again.  My legs were alternately going up and down, and I couldn't control it.  As my muscles got more tired, the pace of the action was speeding up, and my legs were dropping harder and harder, jerking even more on my balls.

All three women were laughing now.  Anna said, “See, I told you.  He's dancing the testicle tango.”  Then she broke down laughing again.  I've watched it on my copy of the video, and they're right.  It is really funny to watch.  At the time, I was immersed in pain.  The rope holding me up was cutting into my crotch.  My leg muscles were all cramping, and my balls felt like they were being ripped off and crushed at the same time.

I don't know how long they left me dancing in midair, but I do know that my legs were pretty far gone when they let me down.  I couldn't even begin to stand up, and my balls hurt so bad I couldn't see straight.  I just lay in a heap on the ground.  I had brought a thumbcuff with me today.  Anna got it out of my pack and ratcheted it down just behind the head of my dick, tight enough that it wouldn't come off.  Lisa added a pair of handcuffs and locked one cuff on my scrotum above my balls.

Maria said, “Well, we're going now.  If you are still here in 10 minutes we will come back and torture you again, worse this time.  See you in the jungle, tough guy.”  They took off at a trot.

It was several minutes before I managed to get to my feet.  I couldn't get the thumbcuff off my cock or the handcuff off my balls, and they had taken all my clothes and gear, including my shoes.  I was naked, barefoot, and worse, they had only left me a half dozen paint balls.  I couldn't run or the metal on my genitals would do a number on me.  Yep, I guess they had won round one today.

There was a pile of boulders just a couple of hundred feet away.  I headed for it as fast as I could in my current condition.  Once there I explored a bit until I found a place where I could crawl in under an overhanging rock wedged above two others.  It was almost like a little cave.  I broke off a branch covered with leaves and dragged it in behind me, so the opening was obscured.  Once inside I screamed one time, and then lay down to wait.

I knew the single scream would make it impossible to pinpoint me, but would probable give them enough to bring them into my area.  Sure enough, about 15 minutes later I saw Maria working quietly in my direction.  When she was passing across my front about 50' out I carefully triggered one paintball.  It splatted against her left breast, and she went down.  I just waited.  I counted the bells, and watched for the other two.

When Maria's time was up, she looked around carefully before slowly getting to her feet.  As she rose, I sent another paintball, aiming for her pussy.  It hit her leg a couple of inches off and she went back down.  Two or three minutes later I saw Anna and Lisa slowly working my way, clearly looking for Maria.  When they saw her on the ground, Lisa ran over to her, but Anna was more wary.  She circled around, and her path brought her right past me.  It looked like she was heading for the rocks to take up sentry duty.  She never got there.  As she passed me, I put a nice, blue tattoo right in the middle of her belly.

Lisa heard the shot and looked over just in time to catch two paintballs in the chest.  I had them all!  Lisa was carrying the pack, so my first action was to get the rest of the cuffs and the keys.  I unlocked the thumbcuffs from my cock and used them to lock Lisa's left thumb to her right big toe.  Since Maria was right there, I took the cuffs off my balls and locked her left wrist to her right ankle.  Then I took another set of the cuffs and hurried over to Anna.  I cuffed her hands behind her back and then carried her over to the others.  Once there I connected her big toes with another set of the thumbcuffs.

Once they were all secure, I got my clothes and shoes out of the pack and dressed.  I also put a bunch more paintballs into my gun.  Then I waited for them to “wake up” and planned what I would do with them.  It was mid-afternoon by this time, so I saw no reason to let them go today.  I would play with them until sundown and then pick one for the night.

Now I just had to decide what to do with them until sundown.  I definitely owed Anna something special for the “testicle tango” experience.  I started with Maria.  “Tell me, Maria, do you submit, or do I have to make you submit?  If you promise to submit, I will expect your complete obedience from now until sundown.  I will probably still hurt you, but not as much.  What's it going to be, submit or suffer?”

She only thought about it for a few seconds.  “I'll submit.  Please don't hurt me too much.”

Lisa was next.  “How about you, Lisa?  Do you want it hard, or not quite so hard?”

She had to think a little longer.  I saw resistance in her eyes, but it faded.  “OK, you win this one.  I submit.  Like Maria said, please don't hurt me too much.”

That left Anna.  When I turned I saw the defiance in her eyes.  “You won't submit, will you?”  She shook her head from side to side.  “Maybe,” I said, “We'll see.  I better get our first activity ready.  Oh, by the way Anna, you won't get another chance to submit for a while, and if you do change your mind, you'll have to really beg for it.”

I looked for a branch about two inches in diameter and six feet long.  With my knife I whittled it so one side was narrower.  Now it was round on one side and triangle shaped on the other, tapering to a ridge about one fourth inch wide.  I lined it up with two trees that were about 4' apart and then flattened the sides where they met the tree.  Now when I tied it to the tree, the flat edge would stay pointing up.

I threw a rope over a branch above the gap between the trees, and then stood Anna up and carried her over.  I tied the rope around her chest under her arms, which were still cuffed behind her, and then tied it off so she had to remain standing.  Once she was fixed in position, I slid my branch between her legs and held it up.  I used my knife to mark the two trees, and then I let one end sag while I bound the branch to one of the trees at the height of my mark.  Anna was starting to look worried.

“You know what this is, don't you?”

“Yes,” was all she answered.

“What's it called?  Enlighten your friends.  Have you ever done this before?”

“No, but I read about it.  It's called a pony ride.”

“Yes, it is.  I hope you enjoy it.”  Once one end was secure, I pulled the other end up slowly to my mark.  As I did, the top edge pressed up against her crotch.  I made sure her labia were opened so it could go between them.  When the branch reached the mark, she was up on her tiptoes.  I quickly lashed the branch to the second tree.  It was now horizontal between her legs, but high enough that she couldn't stand flat footed.  She had to stay high on her toes.

Next I moved the rope from around her shoulders to her wrists and pulled them up behind her a bit.  That made her lean forward.  I looked at Maria and Lisa.  “You chose well.  If you hadn't submitted, you would have gone for a pony ride, too.  You see, her legs and toes are going to tire, and she will lower herself onto the edge, but, leaning forward like she is, it will press on her clit and hurt, so she'll lift herself back on her toes.”

“Pretty soon, though, her muscles will give out again and she will lower herself back down.  The pain will make her force herself back up.  Before long she will be bobbing up and down banging her clit on the branch every time she drops.  Let's see how long it takes.”

I got out a canteen and sat down for a nice drink and show.  As we watched Anna, I fingered Maria.  Soon she was soaking wet.  As I slid my fingers in and out and rubbed my thumb on her clit, she came hard.  Once she was done, I started on Lisa.  She was already turned on and wet for me, and it only took a couple of minutes for her to come as well.

Meanwhile, Anna was starting to get into serious problems on the pony.  She had entered the out of control phase where she couldn't stop herself from bobbing up and down, and from the look on her face, it was causing some serious pain.  A couple of minutes later she broke and started to beg.

“I give up, I can't stand this.  I submit.  Please, I submit.  Please get me off of this.”

I let her beg for another minute or two, until she was nearing hysteria, and then said, “What are you going to do for me if I let you down?”

“Please, I'll lick you.  I'll suck you.  I'll screw you till I'm blind.  Please.  I'll be your slave again.  I'll be the best slave.  Please let me down.  It hurts so much.”

“I can already pick you as my slave.  That's no offer.  You'll have to do better.”

“I don't know.  It hurts so bad.  Please.  You can pick somebody else and I'll be your slave, too.  You can have two of us.  Please let me down.”

“You'll be my slave every night?  Not just tonight.”

“I will, I will, I promise.  Please.”

“OK, I'll let you down as soon as one of these other ladies also promises to be my extra slave tonight.  Then I can pick the third one and have all three of you tonight, and two all the other nights.  Well, ladies, is one of you willing to help poor Anna?”

Maria spoke right up.  “OK, I'll do it.  I'll be an extra slave tonight, too.  Please let her down.”

I grabbed Anna around her waist with one arm and held her off the branch.  While I held her up, I stuffed my hat under her between her legs and carefully lowered her onto it.  “Just hold on a second while I get the cuffs loose.”  While she sat on the hat I quickly unlocked the thumbcuffs around her toes and untied the rope from her arms.  Then I lifted her carefully off the branch and set her on the ground.

I lay down next to her and held her while she settled down and recovered.  While she was recovering, I held her and gently stroked her legs, breasts, butt, face, and everyplace else I could reach, except her pussy, which I knew must be sore.  After a few minutes, she asked my very quietly to play with her pussy.  “Please, be very gentle.  It's still sore, but I want it to feel better.”

I carefully slid one finger into her opening.  It felt like she grabbed it.  She was very excited already, and as I gently and carefully stroked my finger in and out, she started squirming.  I slid down and very lightly ran my tongue over her clit.  It was so light it was almost imperceptible.  I continued to lightly lick her clit while I ran a single finger in and out of her grasping tunnel.  In a short time she whispered, “Lick it harder, please.”  I did, and she came, bucking up against me.

I slid back up and hugged her.  “Well, it looks like you're still fully functional.  Want to go for another pony ride?”

“Please, no.  You've discovered a perfect way to intimidate a woman.  I would do anything to keep that from happening again.”

“OK,” I said, “How about we end the game early this afternoon.  Since you are all my slaves until 6am tomorrow, it seems pointless to keep tormenting you until sundown – that is unless one of you other ladies wants a pony ride.”  The chorus of no's was unanimous.  “Fine, that's it, then, onward to slave duty.”

I unlocked Maria and had her release the other two.  Naturally they had to pick up all the gear and carry it back.  It was just before 4pm when we got back to the lodge.

Now I had a problem.  Excuse my lack of experience, but I had absolutely no idea what to do with three women at once.  I had never even been with two women at once.

Becky was very surprised when I explained that all three of the others were my slaves for the evening.  She said dinner would be about 7:30pm as usual, and I told her to knock and remind me a half hour before.

Once we got to my room, I admitted my problem.  “Now that I have you here, I don't really know what to do with all of you at once.  I am open to ideas.”

Anna's face suddenly took on an expression that was hard to interpret, with a slight smile playing around her mouth.  She said, “You just let us do what slaves should do.  First we'll get you properly undressed.”  Once she and the others had removed my clothing, Anna continued.  “OK, lie on the bed on your back.  Maria, you take the top.  Lisa and I will do the bottom.”

Maria started with her mouth on my nipples, and while she was doing that, the other two started on my toes.  It felt great.  Then Lisa pulled the padded bench from the foot of the bed out a couple of feet and they slid me down so my butt was just hanging off the foot and my legs were spread with my calves resting on the bench.

Once this was set, all three started in again, with Maria returning to my nipples and the other two doing my feet.  They were sucking my toes and running their tongues between them.  Gradually all three women started working their way up, and when Maria kissed me hard on the mouth Anna and Lisa reached my genitals.  Anna started bobbing on my cock, and Lisa worked my balls from underneath.

Then Anna said, “OK, let's go.”  Maria straddled me facing my feet and lowered her pussy onto my face.  I got to work with my tongue, and she used her hands on my nipples.  Anna straddled me facing Anna and slid right down on my cock, burying it in her pussy.  Lisa kept up her work on my balls from below, using a hand and her mouth.

Lisa must have been using her other hand on herself, because she was the first to come.  Maria was next, and then Anna and I came together.  I thought I would pass out from the sheer, heavenly pleasure of it.  When we all finished, they slid me back up on the bed.  Maria cuddled up on one side, Anna was on the other, and Lisa was between my legs cleaning me off.  That's how we fell asleep and didn't wake up until Becky called us to dinner.

Since we hadn't cleaned up, showered, or in any other way prepared for dinner, I put on a pair of boxer shorts and had my three slaves come to dinner naked.  None of them were allowed to eat on their own, but they were allowed to feed each other.

Becky was obviously upset that she was the only one left out for the evening.  Lisa whispered a request into my ear for me to allow her to invite Becky to join us.  I agreed, so Lisa said, “Becky, would you like to be a slave tonight, too?  Andy doesn't mind.”

Becky agreed immediately, so I said, “Well, slave, why are you clothed when the rest of my slaves are naked.  I will have to punish you later.”  Becky was stripped almost before I could get the words out.  Nevertheless, once dinner was over I had her lie down across my lap and proceeded to give her a good spanking.

I started slow and easy, but in a few minutes I was covering her bottom with solid smacks.  A short time after that she started begging for an orgasm, so I had her lie across the table on her back and started to spank her pussy with my hand.  I didn't do it too hard, but it was hard enough to bring her off almost as soon as I started.

I decided it was my turn again.  I told Anna to get me off with her mouth while the others kept the rest of me busy.  They arranged me on the bed near one edge, and Anna knelt next to the bed.  I mentioned earlier that Anna was really good.  She is such a tiny woman, standing only 4'11” tall, and weighing 95 pounds, and you would swear that her mouth is too small to fit around a cock.  Instead of having trouble with me fitting, she deep-throated me without hesitation and really worked me.

Meanwhile the other three were all licking, rubbing, massaging, and generally making me feel like I had arrived in heaven.  I thought I couldn't hold out more than a minute or two, but Anna's expert changes of pace kept me on edge for a long, long time.  When I finally came, it was epic, and Anna never missed a beat.

Since Lisa had told me the women were lovers as well as friends, I thought it would be fun to watch for a while, so I told my temporary slaves that they could play together if they wanted.  I sat up and leaned back against the headboard with a few pillows for comfort.

Anna paired off with Becky and Maria got with Lisa.  I had one couple on each side of the bed doing the old 69 thing.  If they ever make this into a TV series I guarantee a hit.  When they had all “come together” so to speak, Becky, Maria, and Lisa moved to the floor and made a daisy chain.  Anna cuddled up next to me on the bed.

I whispered to her, “You don't want to get together with the others?”

“No,” she whispered back.  “Remember, Maria and I are sisters.  Besides, I would rather cuddle up here next to you.  Nobody ever picked me as a slave before, and I never wanted to be one for anybody else.  Like I said, you are really good at this, and your old girlfriend is a moron.”

Once the “three bares” had finished, we all needed a shower.  Anna showered with me while the other three headed off to one of the other showers.  We all met a half hour later in the study.  Everyone was naked but me as we all lounged around, had a drink, and talked for a while.  I'm not a heavy drinker, but when I discovered they had Bushmill's Single Malt I couldn't pass it up completely.

I was very tired, and a little after 10pm I was in bed.  It was crowded with four women in it, but I decided I could learn to live with it.  The next morning Lisa woke me.  She was staying in and the others were already gone.  I had another great breakfast and headed out to play.

After doing the “Tango” the previous day, I was being very cautious.  It turned out everyone else was, too.  Noon came and went, and I hadn't seen anyone at all.  The forest was quiet and seemed peaceful, but I knew better.  Anna owed me for the pony ride, and I wasn't sure I wanted to find out what she would come up with to get even.

About 3:30 I finally spotted Maria up in a tree.  For some reason I smelled a trap, so I crawled in very, very slowly.  Lucky I was being so quiet, because I almost crawled right into Becky, who was holed up deep under some brush.  I was only about 10 feet away when I spotted her.  She was lying facing away from me.

With a paintball in my hand I crept in on her.  She never saw me until I landed on her, splatting the paintball on her hip with my left hand while I covered her mouth with my right.  I whispered to her to remind her she was paralyzed, and then quietly cuffed her.

I watched Maria for a couple of minutes, and then finally saw her signal with a wave.  From where she was facing, I knew where Anna had to be.  I decided to get a little bolder, so I lined up carefully and put one ball right into Maria's side.  Then I jumped up and ran toward where I knew Anna had to be.

When I saw her raise her gun to fire, I rolled to the side and came up shooting.  My third shot caught her square and she went down.  I quickly cuffed her and headed to the tree.  Once there I said, “Now, you can climb down here and pretend to be paralyzed on the ground or I will climb up there and cuff you, in which case you may fall trying to get down.”

Maria elected to climb down, and I cuffed her on the ground.  Now that I had all three, it was time to play.  First, I carried all three to one of the cabins, which was nearby.  By that time, the paralysis time was over.  I asked all of them if they wanted to submit or fight.

Maria and Anna immediately agreed to submit, but Becky surprised me.  “I won't submit, and you can't make me.”

I made Maria and Anna follow me outside.  “What's up with Becky?  I made her submit two days ago.  What's she up to?”

Anna answered, “She wants you to torture her.  Remember, she likes it.”

That cleared it up.  We went back inside and I forced Becky onto the bed.  She was struggling, but it didn't seem serious to me.  Once on the bed, I tied her feet spread and then tied her knees spread as well.  Then I uncuffed her and tied her hands above her head.

Once she was secure I noticed that she was already wet and shaking a bit in excitement.  I ran my fingers up and down the soles of her feet.  She freaked.  I tickled her for several minutes, and she started begging to submit almost right away.  I ignored her.

After a while I switched to her armpits, and then started occasionally brushing her pussy.  Her hips were coming up to meet me.  When I sensed she was close, I stopped.  “Well, Becky, I see you're getting worked up.  Too bad.  You should have submitted when you had the chance.  I think I'm going to tease you all afternoon and then pick you as my slave.  That way I can tease you all night.  By morning you'll be sorry you didn't submit when you had the chance.”

I waited a couple of minutes for Becky to settle down, and then I told Maria and Anna to tease her for a while.  “If you let her come, I'll make you ride the pony,” I threatened.  I cuffed their ankles so they couldn't run and uncuffed their hands, and they went right to work on Becky, tickling her and stroking her.  In about 10 minutes I had to make them stop before she came.

That was how we spent the rest of the afternoon.  One or all of us would tease Becky and between times Maria, Anna, and I would play with each other.  Well, I played with both of them, and they both played with me.  By sundown I had come twice, while Anna and Maria had each come several times.  Becky was crying and begging.

I picked Becky as my slave, and I cuffed her hands behind her before I let her off the bed.  Once her legs were free, she got right down on her knees and begged me to whip her.  Instead, I put a ball gag in her mouth and walked her back to the lodge.  Since Anna was also my slave, I made her carry my stuff.

By dinnertime, Anna and I had Becky practically incoherent.  I have never seen any other person, male or female, so out of control with lust.  Her need to come had become her entire existence.  Becky's whole body had turned into an erogenous zone, and any touch anywhere made her moan and writhe.

We discovered a secret that she had kept from even the other women.  Becky didn't just enjoy pain.  She actually needed it.  She couldn't come without it.  We didn't have to worry about making her come by accident.  As long as we didn't hurt her she was unable to come.

Once we found out about that, we went to town on her.  We licked and stroked her constantly, and she remained right on the edge of her orgasm.  She just couldn't cross over.  She screamed, she thrashed, she cried, she begged, she moaned, but she couldn't come.

When Lisa called us to dinner, we took Becky with us.  We tied her to a chair right between Anna and me, and then we took turns feeding and fondling her.  By the end of dinner, all she was saying was: “Please, please, please, please…” over and over again.

After dinner, I took Becky back in the bedroom and tied her face up on the padded bench at the foot of the bed.  She had quit talking and was just sobbing quietly.  Once I had her tied down, Anna took my arm and led me out of the room, closing the door.  “I am your slave tonight, and I don't mean to be out of line.  Please don't do this to Becky until morning.  She is really suffering.”

I hugged Anna for a moment and said, “I know.  I was planning to give her relief now, and you can help if you want.  I'm glad you are concerned about her.  I really, really like you, you know.”  Anna's smile back almost made my heart stop.

Once back in my room, I stood over Becky for a minute or two, just looking at her.  Finally I said, “Maybe I will help you sooner than tomorrow morning.  See if you can convince me.”

Becky immediately started begging for me to whip her or pinch her, or anything else I wanted to do.  I asked her what was in it for me.  She said, “I'll do anything you want.  I'll suck you or screw you or anything else you want.  I'll be your slave every night, like Anna.  I'll be your slave forever, until you don't want me anymore.”

That caught my attention.  “Really,” I answered, “You'll be my slave all the time from now on, even when I leave here?  You'll go with me and be my slave?”

Becky was violently shaking her head up and down.  “Yes, yes, I will.  I'll be your slave for the rest of my life.  I will.  I promise.”  She was practically wailing now.

I whispered some instructions to Anna, and then I got down and started licking and sucking between Becky's legs.  Anna was stroking her breasts.  Becky was humping her hips up and down and once again saying, “Please, please, please…” over and over.

On my signal, I bit down on her clit.  It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but it was close.  At the same moment, Anna pinched both nipples hard and twisted them as well.  Mt. Saint Helens never went off like Becky did then.  Even with her tied down it was all Anna and I could do to keep her from throwing the bench around the room.

She screamed and cried and came for at least two or three minutes.  By this time Maria and Lisa were both in the room, attracted by the screams.  Finally, Becky just passed out.  Anna and I stood up, and we were both shaking.  She threw herself at me and we both just hugged for a time.  Finally, I said, “Wow, that was intense.  Think she had a good time?”

Lisa was the first to answer.  “Are you kidding?  She'll be glowing for days.”

Anna looked up at me.  “Like I said before, you are really good at this.  I think I'm in love with you myself.”

I untied Becky and put her on my bed, under the covers.  Anna and I took a shower together, and then went to bed.  I told her to be very quiet so she didn't wake Becky, and then I pinched her nipples until she was squirming well.  When I slid inside her, it felt wonderful, and we moved together like a dance team.  I knew I was in trouble.

Anna woke me at 6:30am , and I got dressed.  At breakfast, Anna, who was staying in today, said, “We need to talk a minute.  What are you going to do about Becky?”

I was confused.  “What about Becky?”

“She promised to be your slave forever if you would make her come, and then you did.  She thinks she's your slave, and she packed her bags this morning so she'll be ready to go back with you.  Also, I have a feeling that Maria and Lisa are in more danger from her than you are out there today.”

I sat back in the chair.  “Well, I like Becky.  Unfortunately I like one of her friends better.”  I smiled at Anna.

She smiled back.  “Me, too, but can you afford three women?”

I think my smile may have faded a bit.  “What are you talking about, three women?”

Anna sat on my lap.  “Becky is counting on this.  I have never seen her so happy.  She would be devastated if you didn't let her come with you now.  I think she's been looking for somebody like you, a real master, for a long time.  As for me, I'm very close to my sister.  We wouldn't like being separated.”

I thought for a few minutes.  Anna didn't say a thing, she just waited.  Finally I said, “To answer your question, yes I can afford three women.  I own my own business, and I have about 2,000 employees.  The 30k I spent to come here isn't even 1% of my annual income.  The social aspects of this are what concern me.  I want to marry you.  As a wife, I think you would object to my keeping a sex slave.  In addition, I don't know how easy it would be for me to keep my hands off your sister if she was living right there.”

Anna kissed me, hard and deep.  “Don't be silly.  If you don't touch my sister, she'll become depressed, and Becky is my friend, too.  My main concern is a little different.  We all love competition, and if I win, I will still want to torment you, even if you are my husband.  Can you live with that?”

“You play poker?” was my only answer.

At 8am sharp I headed out to the jungle to see whom I could shoot.  I was keeping low and moving slow, and it took me over an hour to get 200' into the jungle.  That's when I saw Becky.  She was gagged and blindfolded, and she was tied standing on her tiptoes with her hands over her head to a branch.

I'm not an idiot, no matter what my employees may think sometimes.  I never even considered going over to her.  I just stayed down in the brush and scanned the area.  It was probably another hour before I had both of them spotted.  Maria was up in a tree right over Becky, and very well concealed.  I think she had cut a bunch of branches to put around herself.

Lisa turned out to be right beside me, only about 20' away, and I thanked the fates I had been so careful.  I lined up on Lisa and shot her once through a gap in the brush.  It hit her right on the hip, and she went limp immediately.  Maria had heard the shot, but it wasn't enough for her to pinpoint me.  I waited until she wasn't looking right at me and jumped to my feet, firing constantly as I ran toward her.

She tried to swing her gun toward me, but it was too late.  One of my paintballs made it through her leafy bower and nailed her on the left nipple.  She said, “You got me.  Can I climb down and then be paralyzed?”

“Sure,” I answered, “But I want you on the ground in less than one minute.”  While she was climbing down I went back to Lisa and cuffed her hands behind her.  Then I carried her over to the others.  When I got there, I cuffed Maria as well, and tied Maria's right ankle to Lisa's left ankle.

Next, I took out Becky's gag.  I left her tied and blindfolded.  The moment she was ungagged she said, “Thank you Master for rescuing me.  I tried to shoot both of them earlier, but I missed Lisa and she tackled me, that's…”

“Shut up,” I snapped at her.  “I don't remember you asking for permission to speak, and I know I didn't give it.”  Becky gave a little gasp and went silent.  I waited a few seconds and then continued.  “First you insult me, and then you speak without permission.  Obviously you aren't qualified to be a slave.”

Becky recoiled like I had hit her, and then in a tiny voice said, “Please, Master, may I speak?”

I waited almost a minute this time.  “Fine, speak your piece, but keep it short.  I don't know why I even bother to listen.”

Becky took a deep breath.  “Sir, I am so very sorry I spoke without permission.  I'll try to be better, I promise, but I didn't insult you Master, it was just a mistake.”

“Really?  Are you calling me a liar, as well?”

“No Master, I just don't remember insulting you.”  There was a brief pause while she thought about it.  “I'm just so stupid I probably forgot.  I'm sorry.”

I reached out and pinched her right nipple hard.  “Yes, you certainly are sorry.  You are a sorry excuse for a slave.  You thought I was so incompetent that I would need the help of someone who can't even be a decent slave, and you wonder why I'm insulted?  When you promised to be my slave, I thought you were serious.  Instead I find out you were just lying so I would let you come.  You should get an Academy Award for that performance.”

When Becky opened her mouth to answer, I jammed the ball gag in place and tightened the strap around her head.  She was frantic, moaning and trying to talk through the gag.  She was also thrashing in her bonds and I could see tears flowing out from under the blindfold.

By this time Lisa and Maria were “awake” and were watching with fascination as I disciplined my slave for the first time.  Becky was too much of a pain slut for me to think hurting her would do any good.  I sat down by the other two and casually played with them while I watched Becky.  After a few minutes they were both rising to meet my stroking fingers and starting to pant a little.

By this time, Becky was just hanging limp in her bonds and sobbing.  I stood up and wrapped my arms around her, supporting her weight.  “Well, little slave; have you learned your lesson?  Do you want another chance?”  Becky was shaking her head up and down.

I reached up with one hand and took off the gag.  Becky very quietly said, “Please Master, may I speak?”

“Good,” I answered, “I see you can learn.  Go ahead.”

“I'm sorry, Master.  I made a terrible mistake.  I didn't mean to make you angry.  I was trying to be a good slave and instead I messed up everything.  I thought it was going to be such a wonderful day, and I ruined it.”  Becky started sobbing again and couldn't continue.

I reached up and cut the rope holding her hands overhead, catching her as she collapsed.  Then I gently lowered her to the ground and held her while she cried.  After a minute or two, I started with my hand between her legs.  She lifted her hips to meet me and was writhing almost as soon as I began to stroke her.

I stripped my pants off and entered her in one stroke.  As I moved inside her, her crying turned to moaning, and she put her bound wrists over my head, pulling me down so she could kiss me.  As I started to come, I pinched and twisted both of her nipples, and she crashed into orgasm with me.  When we had both come down, I removed her blindfold and watched as she blinked against the light.

“Well, little slave, do you feel better now?”

“Yes, Master.  Thank you.”

I untied her wrists.  “Now we need to decide what to do with our captives.  First, do you both submit?”

Lisa and Maria both immediately said, “Yes.”

Becky said, “Master, can we make them ride the pony?  That would be fun to watch.”

“Of course not,” I replied.  “I indicated yesterday that I would not do that to someone who submitted when captured.  Besides, they haven't done anything like that to me.  The testicle tango was Anna's idea.  I have a better idea.  I want you to play with them.  Get them as excited as you can, but don't let them come.  If either of them comes, I won't let you come for a week.  Just remember how you felt last night and then imagine a week like that.”  The look of fear that came over Becky's face was priceless.

She got right to work, starting with Maria.  When her tongue between Maria's legs had her close, she switched to Lisa.  While she ran her tongue around Lisa's slit, I stroked Maria's nipples to keep her interested.  When Lisa was so close she was begging for release, Becky left her and came back to Maria.  I switched my attention to Lisa.

An hour and a half later, both women were pleading for me to relent and let them orgasm.  That's when I had Becky stop.  It was about 12:30, and time to release them.  Becky and I wrapped a lot of rope around their ankles and tied it with a lot of knots.  Then I unlocked their cuffs and headed out.  I had made sure they each had 25 paintballs.  Since it was now two on two, I thought they deserved more than five each.

Becky and I sprinted all the way to the furthest cabin and had some lunch.  I knew they would be moving slowly and carefully, and so we had some time.  After lunch I took Becky into the jungle and we got belly down in some thick brush.  Over lunch I had instructed Becky on a silent signaling system.

We were lying mostly covered with leaves, facing in opposite directions.  Our feet were touching, and we played “footsie” while we waited.  It was about 4pm when Becky tapped my foot firmly with hers four times.  That was the signal she had seen something.  A moment later she tapped twice.  She had both of them in view.

I didn't even quiver a muscle.  Maybe I should mention that I was trained as a sniper when I was in the Army.  I could stay like this for a couple of days, if necessary.  I never saw combat, but the training was still good.  I could probably hide in your backyard for a few days, and you'd never know I was there.

A few minutes later, Becky opened up.  I heard incoming paintballs, so I knew she didn't get both of them.  Then her feet stiffened and she went limp.  I still waited.  I heard footsteps approaching, and it sounded like a single person.  Someone was circling our brush hideout looking for the best way in.

I kept waiting, and as Lisa came around my side of the hide, I let her have it.  She dropped like a rock with three paint splats on her belly.  I quickly went over and cuffed Maria, and then returned to cuff Lisa.  Once everyone was no longer paralyzed, I asked Lisa and Maria if they submitted, and both quickly agreed.

I was more than ready to play again, so I told Lisa to get busy with her mouth.  As soon as she had a rhythm going on my cock, I told Becky to tease Maria.  After a few minutes, I took a short break and then told Maria to go down on me while Becky teased Lisa.  With breaks for me to settle down, we continued this until just before sundown.  After the earlier teasing and now this hour and a half of frustration, both Maria and Lisa were almost frantic to come.

It was interesting to compare their techniques.  Lisa is a big woman, standing 6'3” tall, with an Amazon build.  She has no problem engulfing my cock right down to the root, and she sucks like a Hoover .  Maria, like her sister Anna, stood maybe 4'11”, and had to stretch her mouth wide to get my cock in at all.  Her approach was more delicate, with lots of tongue work fluttering over the head.  Both were very effective.

“Well, ladies, I have an interesting choice to make.  I have to pick one of you for a slave tonight.  The other will just have to be frustrated or else get herself off.  That's a lonely business, isn't it?  I'll give each of you a minute to plead your case.  Tell me why you should be the one to be my slave and have multiple orgasms later.  Maria, you go first.”

“Thank you, sir.  I will be a very obedient slave.  Besides, Anna and I are good at working together, and we will make it really good for you.  Please pick me.”

I motioned for Lisa to go next.

“Well, sir, what you need is a real woman to be your slave, not one of these little girls.  I don't think I have ever been so turned on in my life.  Pick me and I'll make you come so much you may pass out.”

I folded my arms and thought for a minute.  “I don't know.  It's hard to choose.  Maybe I will just pick one of you at random and then tie her down and have Becky tease her all night while the other one suffers alone.  How does that sound, Lisa?”

Lisa kind of moaned and stamped her foot.  It was cute.  “Anna's right, sir, you are very good at this.  I don't want to chance not being the one picked, and neither does Maria, I'm sure.  Why don't you pick both of us?  I'll agree if Maria does.”

I looked at Maria.  She said, “That would be fine with me, too.”

“OK,” I said, “I'll do that.  Do you both agree?”  When both women had agreed, I cut a nice switch and gave it to Becky.  Then I unlocked Lisa and Maria and had them put their hands on top of their head.

“I want you both to dance for me all the way back to the lodge.  In addition, I want to hear you repeating over and over, ‘I am your slave, I am your slut, I am your bitch.  Please hurt me and make me come.'  Becky will use the switch to encourage you and help you concentrate.  Don't get too far ahead of me.  Now, get started.”

Lisa and Maria began to dance as well as they could with their hands on top of their heads, and both started reciting the phrase, “I am your slave.  I am your slut.  I am your bitch.  Please hurt me and make me come.”  I strolled very slowly back toward the lodge, so they had to dance in place much of the time.

Meanwhile, Becky was really getting into it with the switch.  She moved from one to the other using the evil stick on their butts, tits, and an occasional shot to their pussies.  A few times she brought it straight up between their legs and buried it in their slits.  The better the switch caught them, the more frantic their dancing became.

By the time we got back to the lodge, they were both exhausted.  Anna met us and was amused to learn that all four were my slaves again.  While Lisa and Maria took a rest, Anna and I strung Becky up to one of the beams in the dining room.  Soon she was standing on her toes with her arms up to the beam and her legs tied apart.

I walked in front of her and stroked her face.  She said, “Please Master, may I speak?”  I nodded.  “Are you angry with me, Master?  What have I done wrong?”

I smiled at poor Becky, all spread out and exposed.  “I'm not angry, Becky.  You were very good today.  In fact, you can think of this as your reward.  You've been teasing Lisa and Maria all day, not to mention all that fun with the switch, and I just thought it would be fun to watch them get even for a while.”

I turned to Lisa and Maria, who were suddenly all smiles.  “All right ladies, it's time for you to have some fun.  I want her teased and tormented, but don't let her come.  If she does, you'll both get a pony ride.”

Maria dashed off and returned a moment later with two very thin, flexible bamboo canes.  I asked Anna how long it was until dinner and she said it was an hour and a half, so I sat back to watch the floor show.  They had to be careful, because Becky could come from pain alone.  Maria and Lisa had tormented her before, so they knew how to handle it.

They whipped her pussy until she was close and then switched to her tits.  Lisa explained that Becky couldn't come from pain alone unless it was on her pussy, so it was safe to whip her everywhere else.  They were a good team, working one from each side.  After her tits were nice and red they switched again.  This time Lisa did her butt while Maria worked on her belly.

The strokes to her belly really got her jumping.  When they tired of that, they began doing her thighs, with Lisa striking from the back and Maria from the front.  They were spacing their strokes to let Becky feel each one, and had been at it for about an hour.  Becky was deep in space somewhere, just swaying and moaning.

I slipped out of my clothes and went up to her, dropping to my knees.  I slid my tongue up and down her slit and then concentrated on her clit.  At the same time Lisa started laying strokes on her butt, while Maria returned to the tits, laying a perfect stroke right across her nipples.

I swear it was like she exploded.  I have never seen a woman come that hard.  The amazing thing was that it just went on and on.  I had heard about continuous orgasms, but I had never witnessed one before.  After maybe five minutes of the most incredible wailing and thrashing, she finally passed out.

I quickly stood up and wrapped my arms around her, supporting her weight while all three of the others got the ropes untied.  Then I carried her into my room and put her gently on the bed, covering her with a blanket.  She woke up momentarily, just long enough to say, “Thank you, Master,” and then fell asleep.

Now that Becky was settled down for a while, the rest of us sat down to dinner.  I was still naked, and I had Anna strip, so that made it unanimous.  Dinner was great again.  Anna had made a standing rib roast with all the trimmings.  All of these women could really cook.  I consider myself a pretty fair hand in the kitchen, and all of my meals here so far had been as good as I could do myself.

During dinner I said to Lisa, “You're going to be upset with me.  Anna and I have really hit it off, and I asked her to marry me.  I think she accepted.  I know Becky is planning to leave with me, and Anna says she and her sister do everything together.  It looks like I'm raiding your whole staff.

“I know,” Lisa said.  “I've been trying not to think about it.  I knew everyone was getting tired of playing this game every day.  I am, too.  This week has been great, but most of the guys who have come here to play are rich jerks, and several have been real sadists.  It'll be OK.  I'll make out fine.”

Suddenly Lisa jumped up and ran out of the room.  Anna motioned for me to follow her.  I went back to her room and quietly opened the door.  Lisa was sprawled over the bed sobbing.  I lay down next to her and hugged her close.  It was a minute or two before she could quit sobbing.

“Alright,” I whispered in her ear.  “Tell me all about it.”  Lisa rolled over to face me and started to protest that it wasn't my problem.  “Stop it,” I said.  “You are my slave tonight, and if you don't tell me I am going to have Anna and Maria tease you while I cane you.  We'll keep doing it until we break you, so you might just as well tell me now.”  I noticed that Anna and Maria had crept into the room and were sitting cross legged on the floor by the bed.

Lisa nodded.  “OK, here it is.  My ancestry is a little mixed up.  My mom is Korean and my dad was half American Black and half Panamanian.  My dad's mom inherited this place from her dad.  I own it now, but there's a mortgage.  I have been barely making it, and the bank really wants it.  I'm afraid I might lose it, and now my best friends are moving away.”

By now she was crying again.  I asked her, “How much is the mortgage?  Maybe you can refinance with a more understanding lender.”

“I've tried, but it's almost two million US dollars.  I'll be OK.  I'll just have to think of something.”

I thought for a minute, and then looked over at Anna with a questioning look.  She nodded.  I said, “Think about this.  I'll arrange a new loan for you.  I guarantee I can do that.  Do you want to keep living here full time?”

Lisa's face was starting to look a bit more hopeful.  “Not really, but I haven't had much choice.  I love it here, but it's so remote.  Can you really arrange a loan?  Are you sure?”

I ignored her last two questions.  “How about if you hire some staff to run this as an eco-tourist place?  Then you would be free to stay here when you want, but you wouldn't be trapped.  I'll give you a job in the States.  Let's see, Anna is going to be my wife.  Maria will officially be the chef at my house.  Becky will officially be my housekeeper.  I already have a driver and a couple of gardeners, plus the people who come in once a week to clean.  We will need someone to supervise all the staff and generally run things.  It will pay pretty well, and there are some unusual perks associated with the job.”

By now the tears were gone and Lisa was smiling.  “Really?  You'll let me come with you?  I thought about that, but I didn't think it could happen.  Are you sure it would be OK with Anna?”

I laughed.  “Anna's sitting right here, and I already cleared it with her.  I'm not an idiot, you know.  If I mess with her, I'll be doing the tango again.”

Anna and Maria joined us on the bed.  Anna said, “I think it will be great.  We can all stay together.  Andy's wrong about one thing, though.  He'll certainly be doing the tango again, and probably pretty soon.  That was just too much fun to watch.  I've decided it's probably worth the pony ride I'd have to take later.”

Maria pushed me over on my back and sat straddling my chest.  “Please, Master, may I speak?”  I just nodded and she continued.  “Two of Master's slaves have been frustrated all day, and they need Master's help.”  She slid up until her pussy was pressed over my mouth.  It only took a few minutes of my tongue work for her to start coming, but she stayed right in place and let me continue licking her.

Meanwhile, I had watched Anna out of the corner of my eye.  She was in a 69 with Lisa.  Before long Lisa broke away from her and mounted me.  As she slid up and down on my cock, she massaged Maria's tits from behind.  Anna sat on my legs and began tonguing my feet, sucking each toe while tickling the soles.  I held out until Lisa suddenly clamped down on my cock.  The two of us came together.

Maria and Anna immediately switched places, and I licked Anna's clit until she was as satisfied as the rest of us.  After a short interlude of cuddling in a heap, we all went into the lounge.  I told Lisa to put some music on the stereo, and then instructed everyone to start the floor show.  The music woke Becky, so she joined us.

If you've never had the experience of four lovely, naked women dancing just for your pleasure, I highly recommend it.  Being naked myself, my enjoyment of the dance soon became obvious to everyone in the room.  After about 45 minutes of watching the show, Becky knelt in front of me.  She started with my balls, but soon turned her attention to my cock.

Her technique was a sort of combination of the others.  She took me deep as easily as Lisa, and all the while her tongue danced its own rhythm up and down my shaft.  Meanwhile, her busy fingers moved from one area to another.  As she worked, her eyes never broke contact with mine, and as I looked into them, I saw devotion.  There is no aphrodisiac more powerful than a look of true devotion in a woman's eyes as she uses her mouth and all her skill to give pleasure to a man.

Before going to bed I told all the women to stay in the following day.  I knew there were a lot of things we needed to work out, and I needed to call a couple of my people in the States to get the ball rolling from a business standpoint.  I was lying in bed on my back with my legs spread a bit.  Anna was lying on top of me, pressing her tits into my chest.  Maria was between my legs with her face against my thigh, and I had another woman cuddled up on either side.

I was actually thinking of business details when I drifted into sleep.  When I woke up, I was still on my back, but I was no longer surrounded by women.  It took me a minute to wake up enough to realize that I was tied spread-eagled on the bed.  I looked up to see that Becky was tied standing with her hands up to a beam and a ball gag in her mouth.

I had only been awake for a couple of minutes when Anna came into the room.  “Good morning, Andy.  I see you're awake.  You may be wondering why you're tied to the bed.  Well, it's been a couple of days since I had a chance to play with you, and I've been missing it.  So, Lisa and Maria helped me get you secure.”

“We had to tie Becky as well, because it looked like she was going to help you.  Now that you're awake, I am going to see if I can make you remember the testicle tango as an easy time.  First I guess I had better let you pee.”  She had one of those bottles like they use in a hospital, and after she held it in place for me to use she washed my genitals with a warm, wet washcloth and wiped me dry.

Maria came into the room with a box of stuff.  I couldn't see what was in it, but the first thing she took out did not bode well.  It was a wooden contraption she attached to my genitals.  The best way to describe it is to say it was a set of stocks for my cock and balls.  Once it was on, my balls were sitting on top of a wooden platform, and my cock came through a hole in the same platform.  A Velcro strap held my cock up and out of the way.

Once it was on, Maria straddled my face and pressed her pussy in place over my mouth.  I got to work with my tongue.  Anna started to smack me in the balls with what felt like a little paddle.  She didn't hit them too hard.  It was just hard enough to hurt a little bit, but she kept doing it relentlessly.  I would guess she smacked them about twice a second.  It was like, one – smack – one thousand – smack – two –smack –one thousand – smack.

It wasn't bad at all, and was very bearable, but she just kept doing it.  After what seemed like a few minutes, it suddenly started seeming much worse.  A short while after that it became unbearable, and I started thrashing and bucking in an effort to get away.  Anna just kept smacking my balls over and over.

I would have been screaming, but between the constant hits to my balls and Maria pressing and rubbing her pussy over my face, I could hardly catch my breath.  Then Maria started coming violently on my face, and Anna just kept the torture going on my balls.  Just when I thought I would surely pass out soon, she finally stopped.

Next they switched around.  Lisa had come into the room, and she got on my face.  Maria was between my legs.  While I was forced to lick Lisa's slit, Maria started whipping my cock with a leather strap.  She whipped it fast and hard, and soon I was screaming into Lisa's pussy.  Maria kept her strap going until Lisa had come hard.

Then they switched again.  As Anna got on my face, Lisa showed me a rubber spatula.  “You're going to love this,” she smirked at me.  As Anna rode my face, Lisa worked over both my cock and balls with the spatula.  It stung worse than the leather strap, and every blow to my balls felt like getting kicked.  Like before, they kept this up until Anna crashed into orgasm.

This time, though, Anna didn't get off.  She kept riding my face, but the other two switched tactics.  One of them went down on my cock.  From the technique I knew it was Lisa.  She engulfed me right to the root and started really sucking and working up and down.  In no time I was very close, but before I could come, Maria whacked me hard in the balls a few times with the paddle.  (I later found out it was the back of a hairbrush.)

That's how it went for a while.  I brought Anna to one orgasm after another.  Meanwhile Lisa was keeping me right on the edge of coming, but Maria kept hitting me in the balls to keep me from getting over the edge.  Finally, even her constant hits to my incredibly painful balls couldn't prevent it.  I came harder than I had ever come in my life.  It was truly awe inspiring, and Lisa didn't quit sucking me until I was empty.

The three of them cuddled me for a few minutes, gently stroking, and then Lisa announced, “Time for breakfast.”  They untied both Becky and me, and we went into the dining room.  I felt like a wet dishrag, but I had to admit it was an amazing orgasm.

As we were eating breakfast, Anna said, “I just needed to do that to you this morning.  I wanted to make sure you knew that I still liked being the one in control, at least some of the time.  You are the first man to ever make me really feel like a slave, and that's great, but I'm always going to want to make you the slave sometimes.”

I thought about what she said, but it didn't bother me, and I told them so.  I love to play games, and I don't mind paying a forfeit when I lose so long as I can collect one when I win.  I like the tension of really being concerned about the outcome of a game, and I'm rich enough that reasonable money bets don't do it for me.  However, I assure you that knowing I will be tortured if I lose puts the tension back into any game.

After breakfast I called my office and arranged for a couple of my people to come down the next day and get the business end going.  Lisa showed me the last notice she had received from the bank, and she was right.  It had a very threatening tone.  I called the bank and eventually got through to a Mr. Gordon, the manager.  I explained that my company would be doing the refinance and I assured him that any further threats would be met by legal action.

After the business was out of the way, we talked about my house and the arrangements I was considering.  I have a really big house, with a dozen or so bedrooms and a servant's wing with several two room suites for domestic help.  The home was built in the late 1870's when people had more servants.  I had bought it about four years before and had the whole place restored.

The women were really interested to learn that the house had originally been built with several secret passages and rooms.  It was the main reason I had bought it, and I had made sure they were all restored to their original condition.  I told them about the one secret room below the main basement that we could equip as a playroom.

Since it is below the regular basement, it is far underground, making it completely soundproof.  The room is about 30' square and has a 12' ceiling with exposed beams.  I had often thought it would make a great “dungeon.”  With that in mind, during the restoration I had it carpeted and had a full bath down there.  Let me tell you, putting a bathroom into a sub-basement is not cheap.

I'm going to jump ahead a few months.  Anna and I got married in April.  Guess who the bridesmaids were.  The five of us have settled into my house and so far everything is working out just fine.  I went for my annual checkup the other day, and my Doc says she's never seen me so fit.  I guess married life agrees with me.  Anyone up for a nice game of chess?  If I win, I promise to be gentle… not!