Chapter 1

The panic attacks just kept coming, endlessly, one after the other. An attack would begin, and Mona would feel the fear in her spine. Breathing would become difficult. She would panic more when she felt it. Perhaps something horrible was about to happen.

She would do the breathing exercise she had learned long ago. She would do the exercise for 10 minutes and just as the attack was beginning to ease off, and she was sort of able to breathe again, something else would happen just outside of her cell, and she would immediately be in the grip of another panic attack.

Mona had been in the cell for just 6 days. But it seemed now like an eternity. It was a city jail. The particular wing she was in was dedicated to young women. For the male guards and the city police, it apparently was also a recreational wing designed for their pleasure. The wing housed perhaps 75 young women, ranging in age from 15 to 35. All the women she had seen were very attractive. So was Mona.

The center part of the wing was open and visible to all of the cells. This center area is where all of the corporal punishment was taking place, as well as all of the rapes. Apparently the guards wanted each woman to see what was going to happen to her when it was her turn in the center. They seemed to love the fear so obviously emanating from each woman. Unfortunately, Mona’s cell was closest to the center. She had the best seat in the house.

There were 4 different types of punishment benches to which a woman would be secured into place. They never used more than 2 at a time. Usually they only used one at a time. A girl would be brought out of her cell trembling, begging to not be hurt, and promising to be good. There were always at least 4 guards or cops in attendance, and sometimes as many as 12.

The trembling girl would then be ordered to undress, and told at the same time that if she wasn’t fully nude in 30 seconds, her punishment would be doubled. Invariably the terrified girl would strip in 30 seconds in front the guards and cops while they laughed and joked with each other. Invariably every girl tries to use her arms to cover some part of her breasts and genitals in a completely vain attempt to retain some vestige of her modesty. The men all joke about this for a minute or two before things become more serious.

The men surround the girl and begin touching her. Some of the girls would say “Please don’t. Pleeeease?” Most, recognizing the futility of this, simply whimpered audibly when her nipples were pinched hard, or the first finger went roughly up her vagina or her rectum. The men continued to joke as they inspected the girl and discussed different details of her anatomy. This was the beginning of foreplay.

Finally, one man, usually the Alpha male and leader of the group would become serious and begin the formal process, and would bring the girl to one of the punishment benches, and have the rest of the men help him secure the girl tightly into her position on the bench. During this process things were quiet. The men were focusing on their leaders instructions, and the girl was frozen in the grip of terror.

The girl would be secured to the bench, kneeling or bending over it. Her ass and the backs of her legs would be completely exposed for the coming punishment. Her breasts would be visible and available to be touched. Weights or electrodes could be attached to her breasts, if desired. Her rectum and her cunt were both visible and available for penetration, at the generic crotch level of the average man. This was also true of her mouth. After the punishment, all three of her holes would be open and on the menu.

The leader would then get down to business, by designating the person to discipline the prisoner, or if the leader was going to be the man of discipline, select his implement of choice. There were choices between: the cane, the wooden paddle, the whip, the leather strap, or the belt. Usually the leather strap was the implement of choice. It inflicted almost as much pain as the paddle or the cane, and left much less of a mark. With a paddle the girl’s ass could easily be rendered bloody after 20 or 30 whacks. With the leather strap it was always possible to give the girl at least 50 whacks, and each whack was still agonizing. This stretched out the punishment considerably, adding greatly to pleasure of the men.

She was horrified the first time she saw a woman being tortured like this. The New Republic was supposed to be a civilized place. These things weren’t supposed to happen. She had only been in her cell for half an hour, when the first woman was brought into the center of the wing, stripped naked, groped, and secured to a bench. There were eight men around her, all guards. The woman looked to be about 18, and was a thin, beautiful blonde.

The leader used a wooden paddle on her. She couldn’t believe her eyes or her ears when he delivered the first whack. He hit the girl so hard. The whack sounded like a gun shot, and the girl shrieked so loudly in the most blood curdling way. Mona’s stomach immediately was clenching into knots as her first panic attack began immediately.

The girl being beaten immediately began to sob pitifully and beg for her punishment to please stop. The guard paddling her took his time, waiting at least a minute between each whack, slowly lining the paddle up next to the girl’s ass, rubbing her ass with the paddle, letting everyone anticipate the next whack. All through this the girl plaintively screamed, begged, and whimpered, and promised to do anything and everything all the men wanted. Throughout the process, Mona’s panic attack increased.

The girl got 20 whacks. Her ass was bleeding and bruised. Casually, while the girl continued to sob and cry afterwards, the 8 guards all undressed and the gangbang began. Five minutes into it, Mona’s panic attack, obviously caused by witnessing this event, reached a crescendo, and she threw up.

The girl being gang raped also threw up, although for different reasons. This did not deter the 8 guards in any way. The first round only took about 25 minutes. The girl took the guards on 2 at a time. There was always one guard in her face, fucking her mouth and throat, and another guard fucking her from behind, either up her ass or in her cunt. The girl seemed to squeal more when she was taking a cock up her ass. It might have been her first anal sex experience. Of course, they all came inside of her, mostly in her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed a seemingly endless amount of their cum.

After the eight guards had all cum inside of the girl, they released her from the punishment bench. They carried her to a bed in the same area. Because of the paddling and subsequent gang fucking she had just received, she was having a little trouble walking, so they carried her. They put her on the bed and gathered around her. It was time for round 2 of her gangbang.

This time three men rode her at a time. She rode one guard Cowgirl style, and another guard came up behind her to bury his cock up her ass, while a third guard brought his cock to her face and she obediently opened her mouth to suck him. This round would take considerably longer. The guards were already sated somewhat, and each of them took at least 20 minutes before ejaculating a second time. Often they switched locations, from her ass or cunt to her mouth, giving her a very thorough taste of her ass and her cunt, before they would fill her mouth with more cum for her to swallow.

Mona watched trembling as round 2 took more than an hour to culminate. Her stomach was in knots and she was trembling in terror. She believed completely and totally that this experience was waiting for her, probably the same day and she was terrified. She did not think she could survive the experience without her mind shattering. She contemplated suicide, and tried to think of some way to accomplish it in her cell. She had no solution.

But the panic attacks went on steadily. The fear started in her spine and moved to her stomach. Her spine made her shiver uncontrollably and her stomach was continually clenched in knots. She threw up repeatedly. She tried the breathing techniques she had learned to deal with the panic attacks, but no sooner did one gang rape end, then another group of cops or guards began forming in the center area, to discuss which girl to bring out next. Often they looked and pointed at her cell, and the next panic attack came rolling in like a thunder storm.

This went on for 6 days. The men would begin forming up in the center area at 8 AM and the party would go on until midnight. Each day ten girls got a turn in the middle area. Mona tried to not look, but she couldn’t help herself. The sounds of pain and rough, rape style sex drew her eyes like a magnet. But they hadn’t yet taken her out of her cell for her first turn as the star of the sex show. The guards often came over to the front of her cell after finishing with another girl. They seemed to take great pleasure in telling Mona how much they were all looking forward to her turn. One guard told her that he thought she was the prettiest girl on the wing, and she would soon have many turns in the center area, and that she was soooo pretty that each of her turns would feature at least 12 men.

Another guard, a Sargent whose name was Clemence, told her how much he loved being inside a girl’s cunt while another man was fucking her up the ass. He told her that he could feel the other man’s cock through the membranes of her ass and cunt as it sawed in and out, and that the feeling, combined with the shuddering in pain by the girl, was his favorite moment in life, and that when he was doing this with Mona, he would arrange for a man with a 12” cock to be the one up her ass. He told her that he couldn’t wait to feel that with her and that while this was happening, he would be suckling happily on her tits, vicariously tasting all of her terror and pain, and loving every morsel of it. He explained that this would leave her head and mouth available for the third man, who would have his cock down her throat at the same time. She threw up again right after Clemence shared this with her, as soon as he walked away and began demonstrating his preferences with the girl that was being gangbanged at that moment. Periodically during that rape, Clemence would move his head so that he could make eye contact with Mona and would wink and smile at her.

On the third day, they brought her to the courtroom for her trial. It lasted about an hour. Three days earlier, she had been arrested for possession of a pound of cocaine, with the intent to distribute. It had been found in the trunk of her car after she was stopped for a routine traffic offense. She had no idea how it had gotten there. In the New Republic, possession of narcotics in a quantity of more than one ounce was a capital offense. A subsequent search of her apartment turned up another 5 ounces.

Mona’s husband had also been arrested. He had signed a full statement that blamed Mona for everything. He had already been acquitted and released. Mona’s attorney also told her that her husband had apparently received a large payment from someone unknown, and was apparently in the process of relocating to another country.

The judge heard the evidence and asked Mona for her side of the story. She told him honestly that she had no idea how the drugs had gotten into her car or her apartment. She was telling the truth. I had ordered the drugs to be planted there. I had ordered the search of her car and her arrest. I had ordered the payment to her husband. I had ordered that she get a cell where she would get a front row seat for each beating and gang rape, but had also ordered that she was not to be touched. I am the Regional Governor, appointed by the Dictator.

Mona didn’t know it yet, but she was headed for my household, to become one of my concubines. She was going to experience something of a transformation of her character and her soul in the process. She was going to think that this was her choice, and her salvation. She was going to love me utterly and single mindedly. She was going to be my property, and she was going to be grateful to me for accepting her as my property.

I knew all about her panic attacks. She was 25 and I was 50. I had known her for three years before being appointed Governor, and I had always cared for her, had always found her irresistibly attractive. She had worked for a company that I own, and had left my company shortly after she had gotten married. I had loved her very much from a distance. I intended now to love her in reality, but on my terms. My terms were somewhat selfish.

The judge found her guilty. He held the sentence in abeyance for a week, and Mona was put back into her cell, horrified, while she watched the cops and the guards spend three more days, enjoying girl after girl after girl. She thought her mind was going to shatter from the cascading anxiety attacks and overwhelming fear and terror she had as a result of witnessing the sexual torture and nonstop gangbangs. Finally her lawyer came into her cell with an offer and an explanation.

He offered her a letter agreement giving her the opportunity to become a part of my household, as a concubine. She would lose her citizenship and all her rights, but her death sentence would not be mandated. Being a part of my household would give her the opportunity over time to become a “New Person”. She would immediately become my ward and one of my concubines. I would take responsibility for her growth and discipline.

Her lawyer explained to her that she could sign the agreement immediately, and would be released into his custody, and he would take her immediately to a therapeutic center for a few days, in order to treat her anxiety attacks.

He also explained to her that if she did not sign the agreement, she would be sentenced to death the following day, and would stay in the jail and enjoy the hospitality of the guards for the next three weeks, however she was scheduled for her first session of corporal punishment and gang rape therapy as soon as her lawyer left her cell without her.

He pointed out sympathetically that her gangbangers were already forming up in the center of the wing. There were 12 guards, all looking at her and smiling. A few of them were rubbing their crotches through their pants. Clemence stood at the front of the group of 12 men. He was smiling more broadly than the other men, as he nodded his head to her. In his hand he held a heavy leather strap. It was 20” long, with a thick plastic handle in the shape of an 18” dildo. He smiled again and winked at her. Mona signed the agreement immediately.

Prisoner: Chapter 2

The Therapeutic Treatment Center for Anxiety specialized in hypnotherapy. Their primary patients were young women. There were a number of nurses and other support staff, along with two hypnotherapists, who were also doctors licensed to prescribe medicine.

Mona began her therapy an hour after arriving at the center. The therapist treating her induced her into a very deep trance, and she relaxed immediately. In his most soothing voice the therapist began his visualization technique with Mona.

“You’re sitting in a very comfortable lounge chair with your feet up. In front of you there is a very large TV screen. On the screen is an image of you. This version of you is a little different, because this version of you is transparent. You can see right through this version of you. We need this version of you because we need to understand how you operate and function on the inside.”

“Let’s look at your spine first. You see it very clearly. It is surrounded by red tentacles wrapping themselves around it. You see them clearly as well. The red tentacles are your fears. You know all about your panic attacks. They always start in your spine, with these red tentacles of fear wrapping around your spine. They grow from there using your nerves as their pathway. They make you shiver with cold and tremble all over. They make it very hard to breathe. Watch them as they grow from your spine into your lungs. They move up your spine into your brain and cause your migraine headaches. See how the tentacles move from your spine into your stomach, causing knots to form in your stomach. They cause you pain and nausea and vomiting. When this happens you just want to curl up into a ball and lose consciousness.”

“I’m going to tell you something that you already know. You’ve always had fears and they have always controlled you this way. But now your fears are much bigger than they were. Now what you are terrified of is very clear. You’re terrified of being sexually tortured and gang raped by evil men. You’re terrified of being gang raped to death. You have seen it happen to other girls, and now you have nightmares about it in your sleep and panic attacks about it while you’re awake. You can’t get the images and the sounds out of your mind. Just thinking about it now makes the red tentacles around your spine grow and extend into your brain and lungs and stomach. You can see it on the screen. See how they grow right in front of your eyes.”

“You already know what you desperately need. You need to feel safe. You need to be in a place where these horribly evil men who want to torture you and then slowly gang rape you to death cannot touch you. You need to be safe from them and feel safe from them. You need that more than you need food. You need it more than you need water. You need it as badly as you need air. You need it to be able to breathe and stay alive at this very moment. You need it to make the pain stop in your stomach and your head.”

“When you think about it for a second, it is very clear what will make you feel safe from these men. The Governor can keep you completely safe from these men. When he keeps you safe you will feel safe. You will be able to breathe. All of the pain will stop in your head and your stomach. You know that the Governor is now your owner, and you know that you are his property. But you are also his ward and he is your Guardian. If the Governor loves you, he will keep you safe from all the evil men that want to torture you and gang rape you to death. You need the Governor to love you, and you will always need to have tangible proof of his love for you in order for you to feel safe. It has to be physical proof that you can feel and touch. You need to have it all the time.”

“Let’s think about something for a moment as you look at your transparent self on the screen. The essence of physical love from a man to a woman, is the seed of the man- his semen. His seed is the physical expression of his love. You know you’re going to be making love to the Governor, and you want him to fall in love with you while this is happening. It’s not important that he loves only you. He can love other women as well, but it’s important that he loves you. It’s important that he loves you often. It’s important that you receive his seed into your body often, because it’s the physical proof of his love for you, which you will always desperately need.”

“Look at yourself on the screen. The primary method by which you are going to take the Governor’s seed into your body will be through your mouth, swallowing it directly into your stomach. This is a very good thing because it will provide a direct physical connection between your fear and your proof of his love and your safety. From now on we will call the Governor’s seed his cum. Now you can see the Governor’s cum on the screen entering your mouth. It is white. You want there to be a lot of it. Look at it as it goes down your throat into your stomach, and turns everything it touches white, as it makes contact. Now you see it touching all the red tentacles of fear that have forced their way into your stomach, and they all change color and become white. Your stomach immediately feels better. All of the pain is gone. Now watch as the tentacles going back to your spine all turn white and dissolve because of the contact with the Governor’s cum in your stomach. All of the red tentacles of fear now are turning white and dissolving, all through your lungs, and all the way up your spine to your brain. All of the red tentacles of fear disappear. Everything has turned white. The fear is all gone. You are completely relaxed, and you are happy; happier than you have ever been in your life, because you know now that you are loved by the Governor. You have the physical proof of that in your stomach. You can feel it. You will be able to feel it in your stomach for the next 24 hours. It has healed you. You are loved and protected. You are safe”

“There are other physical aspects of yourself that we’re going to explore today. But first we need to discuss a little bit more about your addiction to the Governor’s cum. You know what addicts are like. When they get whatever it is they are addicted to, they’re happy and satisfied. When the effect of the substance they’re addicted to wears off, they want it all over again. It’s a driving hunger that builds inside of them. They can’t think about anything except satisfying their addiction. If they don’t get it they get anxious and they begin to panic. They begin to feel physical pain and fear that they will die if they don’t get it immediately.”

“You are an addict. You’re addicted to the Governor’s cum and his cock. You have to be able to feel his cum in your stomach. You long for the feel and taste of his cock in your mouth, on your tongue, and down your throat. You love the taste of his cum in your mouth. It’s the most delicious thing you have ever tasted and it makes you feel euphoric as soon as you feel it on your tongue. You love the texture of it on your tongue. As you swallow it and you feel it going down your throat, all the pain and fear that you had been feeling simply disappears. It heals you every time. You feel euphoric because you’ve got his cum in your mouth and you can feel it in your stomach.”

“It excites you sexually. Right now you can see the connections forming on the screen between your clit and your tongue; as well as your throat and your cunt. When the Governor’s cock is on your tongue, your clit gets excited and it expands. When the Governor’s cock is down your throat, your cunt gets excited and wet. When you swallow the Governors cum into your stomach you have an unstoppable orgasm.”

“You will be able to feel the Governor’s cum in your stomach for the next 24 hours. During that entire 24 hours you will feel happy, content, and most of all, completely safe.”

“After the 24 hour period is over, you’re not going to be able to feel the Governor’s cum in your stomach anymore. You’re going to want it again. Anytime you have a moment to think, you will immediately be thinking about the Governor’s cock, and how much you want it in your mouth, and how wonderful it would be if it is was in your mouth right then. Your mouth waters when you think about it. You need it more than food. You need it more than water. You are addicted to it and you have to have it.”

“On that second day you are going to look at your phone every 5 minutes, hoping that you get a message to report to the Governor’s office, and that you will be allowed to undress in front him, and then be permitted to get on your knees and suck his cock, and swallow all of his cum, while he strokes the side of your face and works at his desk. You know he’s in his office there, and you want him to summon you there. You can’t stop thinking about it. You won’t put your phone down, and you look at it every 2 minutes while your mouth waters.”

“If you’re not called to him that day, you will begin to get restless and hope that you can have dinner with him, or be called into his bed that night. If he calls you to his bed and he wants to fuck you in your rectum, you will love him that way, because you need him to love you. If he wants to fuck you in your cunt, you will also love him that way, because you need him to love you. Either way, you will beg him to finish in your mouth so that you can swallow all of his cum and satisfy your addiction. You have to satisfy your addiction.”

There was more of course. She would now always have an intense orgasm immediately when she heard the spoken trigger words, “Cum Now Little Girl.” I could say those words over and over again, thirty consecutive times, if I wanted to, and she would experience cascading repetitive orgasms of massive intensity.

On the screen the therapist created a visual connection for Mona between the nerves in her ass and her cunt. These in turn were also connected to the red lines of fear on her spine. She now also believed completely that as a physical proof of my love for her, she needed to be spanked hard at least twice a week by me. The spankings would connect to her cunt, and asshole, giving her huge orgasms during sex afterwards, whether in her ass, cunt, or mouth. She now also needed to feel the bruises on her ass continually in order to feel loved by me and therefore safe. The fact that I was disciplining her signified that I loved her. Ironically, she would also need to be paddled by me at least once a month. She would have a need for regular anal sex as a further sign of her devotion to me and my love for her.

If she was unable to get my cum for any reason for more than a 48 hour period, she would be able to service her addiction by swallowing the cum of other men. This antidote however, would only last for 3 hours and then the need and the hunger would come roaring back. My reason for having this particular mechanism installed in her is obvious. I wanted to have complete and utter power over her, including the power to give her mouth, cunt, or ass to anyone I chose.

I would now be able to summon her into my office on a moment’s notice, while I had a guest in my office. If she was only 30 hours removed from her last taste of my cum, her addiction would already be driving her. When she arrives at my office, I can very politely introduce her to my guest, and ask her to undress in front of both of us. Then I can offer the hospitality of her lips to my guest as she kneels in front of him, between his legs and opens his pants. She will respond properly because she is driven by her need. Her addiction can be relieved for a brief time. I can repeat this process with her every few hours if I choose to.

The intensive therapy sessions lasted 2 full days. BY the end of it Mona had been thoroughly adjusted. She would not consciously remember the content of her trances and she would not try to do so. She would receive periodic updates and additional adjustments, as other things I considered helpful to her occurred to me.

Mona was going to be happier than she had ever been in her life. She was going to get up every morning with a definite sense of purpose, addicts always do. She was going to love someone who loved her. I was that man and I was looking forward to giving her the proof of my love regularly. I would give her that proof in all of the ways she felt that she needed it, and it would make her happy and keep her feeling complete. She would belong to me completely in every sense of the word.

I had destroyed her life and then rebuilt it in a way that would make me happy. In point of fact, she was going to be happier in her new life than she was in her previous life. She would now be able to solve all of her problems and anxieties. She would always have the solution to all of her anxieties right in front of her face.

Prisoner -Chapter 3.

I took delivery of her in the later part of the afternoon. I was in my office in the Governor’s Mansion. There was a knock on the door, and I answered it. Mona stood there with one of my House Mothers. She was absolutely beautiful; blonde hair past her shoulders, blue eyes, 5’5’’ in height, 105 lbs.  She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered her.

I invited her into my office, and thanked the House Mother as I shut the door. I took her by her hand and guided her to the front of my desk. She looked up at me as though she loved me. Perhaps she did. I took her into my arms and held her closely. I inhaled her hair and her essence together. I kissed her on the side of her face, and then took her head in my hands and kissed her fully on the mouth with my tongue. Her mouth opened for it and responded in kind. Her tongue felt exquisite.

I said to her, “I’ve missed you so much. You know that you hurt me terribly when you left my company.”

She answered me. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I always loved you. But once I got married, I felt like I was cheating anytime I had a long talk with you or went to lunch with you. But I couldn’t stop doing those things when I worked for you. So I got a new job, and left your company. I’m so sorry. I never, ever meant to hurt you.” There was a tear in her eye when she said it.

I didn’t tell her that she was going to be apologizing to me tearfully for the next 10 years for hurting me, or that she would also be performing various acts of contrition almost every day for me as well. She had left me in order to be true to her husband. He was no longer an obstacle. Every day would bring an overwhelming desire in her, really a need, to do something very nice for me. I didn’t tell her any of that. I didn’t need to. She already knew it on a subconscious level and I wanted to simply enjoy loving her on my terms right now. The sadist in me however, was very much looking forward to the tear filled apologies she would giving me again and again and again.

I kissed her again deeply, passionately for a long moment. I held her shoulders in my hands and said, “Let me look at you now, really look at you.” Slowly and very gently I began to unbutton her blouse, starting with the top button and working my way down to the bottom. When I got to the level of her black pants I opened her belt and unzipped her pants.

“Let me look at you a lot more closely”. I finished unbuttoning her blouse, and putting my hands inside of it. I drew her to me again. I kissed her neck and inhaled her again as I lowered my head to her cleavage, kissing both her breasts together, just above her bra. For a very petite girl, she had remarkably ample C-Cup breasts. I had always suspected that her breasts were this full, but had never seen them this closely or kissed them before.

I helped her out of her blouse and laid it on my desk. I had her step out of her shoes, and put them next to her blouse. Slowly I took her pants down below her knees and had her step out of them as well. I left her panties on, but that would only be for a couple of minutes while I enjoyed the process of undressing her slowly.

“Please take off your bra for me. I want to look at your breasts, and then I want to taste them.” She obeyed me. She laid her bra on her other clothes. Her breasts were perfect. I took her in my arms and kissed her again. I kissed her breasts slowly, lovingly. I pulled her panties down and had her step out of them.

I spent the next 5 minutes kissing her, exploring her body, and inspecting various aspects and details of her anatomy. At one point I had her bend over my desk and open her ass cheeks, in order for me to take a close look at her rectum. She was nervous, but more than anything, she just wanted to please me in any way she could. She needed me to love her. She needed that more than she needed anything else, including any of her dignity.

Finally, I took her by the shoulders with my hands, looked her up and down thoroughly, while I said to her, “Did you want to do something really, really nice for me?”

She answered “Yes”, in a very soft, meek voice.

My cock was already completely erect in my pants.
“Then why don’t you do it right now?”

Tentatively, slowly she got down on her knees in front of me. Her hands came up to my pants and opened the zipper, and reached into my pants to take my cock out. I watched her as she looked at it. It was almost as though she had lost her awareness that I was looking at her.

She just stared at my cock like she was in love with it. She looked at it with obvious adoration. Her mouth was watering as she opened it and began to worship my cock with her lips, tongue, and mouth. Considering the compulsion she had been programmed with, she took her time. My cock was her lover and she was completely in love with it. As it went into her mouth she massaged it with her tongue.

My cock is 9” long and 2” thick. It’s not an easy cock for girls to deep throat. It quickly went the first 4” into her mouth and reached the back of her mouth, at the opening to her throat. That’s the part of her mouth that is soft, but firm at the same time. It’s typically only an inch and a half wide, so the opening has to stretch a little bit to accommodate my cock. That happened immediately. With a pop her throat opened and my cock began to fuck her mouth and throat, slowly moving in and out. Gradually I increased the pace as she continued to suck, slobber, and use her tongue.

I loved the ongoing popping feeling every time I moved in and out of her throat on each stroke. It wasn’t that it hurt her, but she had to struggle a little bit to not gag. At the same time her new connections between her throat and her cunt, and her tongue and clit, were bringing her very close to an orgasm.

I took my time as well. This would be my third orgasm of the day and I was not in a hurry to reach it. I had thought about this moment for a very long time, and I wanted to take my time as I savored and enjoyed my first time inside of this wonderful mouth. After fifteen minutes of enjoying her this way I could no longer contain myself, and I exploded into her mouth and throat. I must have spurted prodigiously 8 or 9 times. I lost awareness of any thing around me except for my cock and her mouth. While this was happening I almost could not see anything. My awareness, all of my feelings, were only aware of my cock spurting and spurting again, embedded completely in the softness of Mona’s mouth and throat; while she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed some more.

Finally it was finished. I realized that while I had been climaxing, so had Mona. I had been completely engulfed in the fullness of her orgasm  while she had been ravenously swallowing my cum. It was like a sexual collision. Slowly we both regained our consciousness together. I took my cock out of her mouth. She thanked me and told me how wonderful and delicious the whole thing had been. She told me how relaxed and happy she was. She told me that she loved me.  I lifted her up and kissed her.  I told her that I had always loved her, and further told her that she could put her clothes back on, and that if she wanted to, she could brush her teeth in the bathroom. She got dressed but declined to brush her teeth, and told me that she wasn’t sure why, but she wanted the taste she had in her mouth to last for as long as possible. That taste was going to become her best friend. Perhaps it already was.