[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 24 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 38/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/24 Message-Id: <5h725q$pt7@sjx-ixn3.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] "Alima named you Titania. Queen of the fairies, beautiful, graceful- treacherous." I explained. "Ruler of fancies, queen of deceit. I know nothing of Tara O'Keefe, only Titania the queen. Or shall I name thee Bain Sidhe?" "No!-no. I'm no evil spirit." Tara said. "I'm just a silly girl who's got herself in it right proper." Her brogue was in force now, the clipped words submerged. Her voice was lyrical, beautiful. "No more lies, Tara." I said. "As a secret agent you stink." "No more lies." Tara agreed. "I'm really a secretary in the department. I never thought I'd ever be a field agent. They came to me six months ago and told me they needed my help. Somebody was setting up a harem of slave girls. They thought it was a front for buyers from the Middle East. They needed a beautiful girl they said. A sacrifice for your country, they said. It was risky, I might be raped before they could extract me. They needed a virgin they said." Tara didn't blush. "They said I'd be planted and they'd pounce when they had the evidence. It was dangerous, but if I didn't do it dozens of girls would end up real slaves, and probably die young." She shuddered. "I was overwhelmed. They counted on that, the bastards." She looked at me. "So here I am. Master." She sneered. "I panicked in the libarary. I thought you were just toying with me, that you really knew everything. I don't think I could have actually used the gun, I was just trying to protect myself. Threaten. Not kill." And she shuddered. I looked at Mei. "Mei Ling?" I said softly. "Can you believe her? You saw how frightened she was. Could it all have been a tragic misunderstanding?" "Maybe." Mei said, the word dragged out of her by her own honesty. "Rachel?" I asked. "She's either telling the truth or she's the most wonderful liar I've ever met." Rachel said somewhat ruefully. "In truth, I can't say." "She's telling the truth." Sherry said suddenly. Even Tara turned to look at her in surprize. "How can you be sure?" I asked. "Because I know." Sherry said. "This isn't the first time I've seen this." She hesitated, then shrugged. "Mei, you're wrong. As much as I love you, and respect what you think, this time you're wrong." "I once knew a girl named Renee." Sherry said. "Timid, and shy. One night her pimp beat her up real bad. Acused her of holding back. She grabbed a gun and shot him." "I don't get it." I said. "How-" "She swore that she only wanted to scare him." Sherry said. "She said the gun went off accidentally. Well, don't you see?" Sherry demanded to the room at large. "No." Mei said reluctantly. "I'm sorry, Sherry I don't. What's the point?" "The point is if you're scared you'll do anything to protect yourself. You'll lie, cheat, steal, or threaten. Even kill. We all saw how scared she was. It wouldn't have taken much to send her over the edge." Sherry snorted. "I've been there myself." "Well?" I asked Mei. "All right." Mei agreed finally. "I was wrong. Tara, we've been the victims of a horrible mistake. Will you forgive me?" "Sure." The red-haired girl agreed, only too glad to find a way out. "What happens now?" I asked Tara. "I don't know." She answered. "This whole thing's got me so confused I can't see straight." "You've got two choices. Stay, and become a slave girl, or have your people extract you." I answered. "My people seem to be asleep." She retorted. "Why don't you take a walk in the fresh air?" I suggested. "That might wake them up." She sat up straight. "Are you kidding? Alone?" "Take as long as you like." I said. "Of course your dinner may get cold." "I'll keep it warm for her." Thuy offered eagerly. Tara looked at her strangely. "What happens if I decide to stay?" Tara challenged. "Then you become a slave girl." I said. "From 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. you'll be required to submit to me totally." "Why do they call you master, even during the day?" Tara said. "If it's only at night, why do they act like slaves?" "I'll let you handle that one, Mei." I said, chuckling. "It's our own choice, Tara. We're not his slave girls anymore, we decided to become his handmaidens." "Against my better judgement." I interjected. She nodded. "Against his better judgement." "What's a handmaiden do?" Tara asked suspiciously. Mei smiled. "Just what a slave girl does-24 hours a day." Mei answered. "So you're a real slave girl then." It wasn't a question. "Yes. He's even allowing me to arrange for my collar." Mei said proudly. Tara looked at her like she was insane. "I'm proud to be his handmaiden, Tara." Mei said, noting the look. "I've schemed and conived and wheedled, and I'm the happiest girl in the world that he owns me." "Owns you?" Tara's voice became uneasy. "I sold myself to him." Mei said simply. "For how much?" The Irish girl asked before she could stop herself. Mei smiled. "For all he had. His soul." Tara looked at me, then at her, then at the rest of the girls. She shivered and stood up. "I need to think about this." She said not meeting anyone's gaze. "I may not be back." And she left hurriedly. The front door opened and closed. "She won't be back." Alima predicted confidently. "I say she will." Thuy interjected. "What do you say, Rachel?" I asked curiously. "I haven't the foggiest idea. But I will say this. Tara isn't like the rest of us. I can't see her enjoying sex slavery." "Sherry?" I asked. "I'm hungry." The adolescent answered. "I don't know if she's coming back or not. But I'm too starved to care. Let's eat dinner, and if she's not come back by then, one of us can go see if she's really gone." Well, it was sound advice. So we ate dinner. By the time we'd finished desert, Tara still wasn't back. "It looks as though somebody should go see if she's ok." I said. "Who's the least frightening among us?" I swear, every eye turned toward Melinda. "But I wouldn't know what to say." Melinda protested. "You must admit, she's not frightened of you." I said thoughtfully. "And you only got here last night. The first night is still fresh in your mind. So you know what she's feeling right now." "What do you want me to do?" Melinda sighed. "Find her. I've got a pretty good feeling she'll want to talk. Listen to her. Be her friend, Melinda. Behind your timidness, you are a wonderful warm person. Let Tara discover that." "I'll do my best." Melinda said, and left. She was gone an hour and a half. The rest of the girls congragated with me in the living room. We watched some movie or other, I can't even remember the name. The first sign that Tara and Melinda were back was Socks. He came frisking up to Gina and demanded to be petted. Melinda quietly slipped into a seat. I muted the sound and turned to Tara who was nervously shifting from foot to foot. "I've decided to stay." The tall girl blurted. Thuy grinned wickedly at Alima. "As a slave girl?" I asked. Tara nodded, a quick jerk of her head. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." I said carefully. "But I would like to know why you changed your mind. If you're willing to tell me." "I don't mind." Tara said. "But I don't know if I can. I walked around the garden for a while, then went out to the gate. I even put the battery back into the bug." "I don't know why I didn't call for help. I wandered back to the house and sat down in the statuary garden. That's when the dog showed up. He jumped up on the bench with me and put his head in my lap." She laughed. "It felt nice. He just wanted to be petted. So I petted him for a while. Then Melinda found me. We talked for a long time." "About what?" Rachel asked softly. She smiled at Tara. "About what happened to her last night. About what I could expect here. About the other girls. About Paul." "And what did she tell you about me?" Rachel asked. Tara watched the Apache girl. "That you're magical." Tara said. She smiled. "And I believe her." Rachel blinked. "And what of me?" I asked, not sure I wanted to hear the answer. "That you're a terrific lover, a wonderful master, and she's madly in love with you. And you with all the girls. Now just how is that possible?" Her tone wasn't fearful anymore, but her clipped words were smoother, the brogue very evident. And her tone was disbelieving. I rather liked it. "It's a long story, fairie queen." I said, smiling. "Why don't you sit down and I'll tell it as best I'm able." Tara went to the couch sitting next to Rachel, who scooted over to make room. "Each of the girls was selected carefully from eight thousand candidates. Including you." I said. "Although in your case I'm not sure how much was true and how much wasn't." "Each girl was chosen because there was something about her I liked. Each one had some quality that made me want her. When I started this I thought I'd be something like a Hugh Hefner of the bondage set. Sex slaves R us. But then Mei came. Our first night was paradise. We traded secrets and became intimate literally overnight. And the more I got to know her the more I came to respect her. Before I knew it she'd fallen in love with me. And I with her." "Rachel was second. After a rocky start she also fell in love with me. With Mei's blessing. And you're right, she is magic. Her Apache name is Moonlight's Laughter. It fits her, don't you think?" "And so it was with the others. After a week or so, love blooms. It's real and it's solid, and it's truely wonderful." "Melinda's only been here one day. I don't love her yet, nor she me. It hasn't been long enough. But there is strong affection. There are bonds of the heart here, Tara, not just of the body." "And what about the sex?" "Each girl comes here knowing it will happen. She wants it, she demands it. And I give her as much pleasure as I can. Sometimes, I hurt her. But the pain's rarely severe, and I never injure her. And that too they enjoy." "How could they enjoy pain?" Tara scoffed. "That's just macho bullshit." "Is it?" I smiled. "Want to bet?" "What do you mean?" Tara parried uneasily. "Thuy would disagree with you. And so would Alima. I'm not so sure about the others." "They have to say that." Tara said. "They're slaves." "We're slaves by choice, Tara." Thuy said. "And I've had just as many orgasms from his whip as from his lovemaking. I think if he didn't whip me I'd be disappointed." "He beats you with a whip? And you like it?" Tara demanded unbelievingly. "Yes I do." Thuy said firmly. "The first night we made love he caned me hard enough to draw blood. He didn't mean to, of course. He's never done it since." "Jesus." Tara breathed. "And you let him?" "I didn't have much choice." Thuy said drily. "I was spread-eagled between two trees at the time. But yes, I let him. I let him hoist me in the air and flog me four days ago. And I came so hard he had to carry me to bed." Tara shook her head in disbelief. "If you're afraid of burns, stay out of the fire." Alima snapped. Tara bridled instantly. "I said I'd stay!" She snarled. "I'm hungry and I'm tired and I will not put up with your tongue, my girl." Alima paled and would have flared back, but I intervened. "Alima!" I snapped. The Arabic girl subsided, glaring at Tara. "Remember what I told you? That outburst was uncalled for. Apologize, now!" "Yes, master." Alima said sulkily. "I'm sorry, Tara." She didn't sound it. Tara looked at me, then remembered how precarious her position still was. "Accepted." She said, clipping her word almost in half. "Alima, you have disobeyed a direct order." I said coldly. "You will be punished tonight, in front of Tara. And then you will apologize most sincerely, do you understand?" "Yes, master." Alima said, uneasy now. "Please, don't do that." Tara said quickly. "She's probably got a point. I haven't been the perfect houseguest, have I?" She smiled wanly. "I don't want to cause you any more trouble, believe me!" "I believe you." I said. "But Alima's never been a very docile slave, she has to be reminded from time to time that her manners need improvement. Isn't that right, Alima?" "Yes, master." She said, humbly. "It will also show you that a girl can have an orgasm from pain. Alima's quite adept at it. Not as good as Thuy, but then that's not her specialty." "Specialty?" Tara was quick. "As time goes by everybody finds something they like. Sometimes it surprizes them." "And each girl has a specialty." Tara said. "No exceptions?" "I don't imagine there could be." I said mildly. "Everybody's got their favorite thing, right?" "I suppose." Tara seemed doubtful. "What if two girls end up with the same specialty?" "No skin off my nose." I said cheerfully. "With a baker's dozen there's going to be enough variety to keep me happy. And no two slave girls are ever remotely alike." I turned serious a moment. "Tara, this is something you need to understand. I love every one of my girls. Even the disobedient ones." I glared at Alima, who hung her head. "Each one is a person, with her own unique abilities-both in and out of bed. Sex isn't everything I demand from my slave girls. There's also love, and respect, and whatever skills she has." "It goes both ways, of course. I'd never hurt any of them, and they know that. You'll know that, in time. If you stay. This house is like nothing you've ever seen before. Or will again." "I can believe that." Tara said ruefully. "Look, would it be ok if I eat before-" She hesitated. "Uh, whatever it is?" "Of course." I said. "Eat, then shower. I'll have Melinda and Rachel waiting to dress and bind you. You aren't afraid of Rachel or Melinda, are you?" "No." Tara blushed. "What do you mean, bind me?" I grinned at her. "Bondage is a way of life here. Better get used to it." "But what are you going to do?" Tara insisted. "I mean, bind me how?" "I'll leave you to dwell on that." I said. "Anticipation will heighten your pleasure. Mei, would you brief Tara while she eats? Just the high lights will do. You can give her the full training tomorrow." "Yes, master." Mei said. Thuy, Tara, and Mei all left. "Master, are you really going to punish me?" Alima wheedled. I stared at her. "Before I take Tara, yes." I said. "Don't worry too much about it, I don't bear grudges. Hey Melinda!" Turning to the Phillipino girl I asked. "How are you holding up?" I said. "We have a few minutes if you'd like to talk in private." "No, thank you." Melinda said. "Listen, if you have any problems you let me know. If I'm not available Mei or Rachel will help. Ok?" "Yes, master." "Gina, you remember what Sherry did to you last night?" "How could I forget?" Gina shuddered. "I still get wet just thinking about it." "You're going to do it to Melinda tonight. I want you to be extra careful, our shy Melinda's not very big." Melinda blushed and looked away. Gina nodded solemnly. "I'll take care of her. Don't worry, Melinda. It won't hurt a bit." "Thank you." Melinda managed. "Sherry, my pet, did you enjoy Mei Ling last night?" "Very much." Sherry nodded. "Thank you, master." "Tonight I've got an assignment for you." "Yes?" "I want you to teach Gina how to deep throat. She should learn quickly." "Ok." Sherry eyed Gina speculatively. "Afterward, you belong to her till eleven o'clock. Anything goes. Understand?" "Yes, master." Sherry was watching Gina now with a predatory gleam in her eye. "And finally our magic lady." I said, turning to Rachel. She smiled and chuckled. "Did you find Alima and Thuy to your liking?" "Yes, master." "How'd you like a chance at Tara?" Rachel considered it. "If she doesn't mind." Rachel said after a moment. "I mean, she's not like the rest of us. She isn't really a slave girl." "Do you like making love to the others?" I asked, watching her. She paused again. "Yes. But I like you better." "Shameless hussy." I said with a smile. "Flattery will get you bedded." She grinned. "I think you've found your specialty." I said. "Does that shock you?" "What, making love to other women?" Rachel considered it. "I think before Mei and I did it it would have. But now I enjoy it. Making Alima come was a real treat, she'd never made love to a woman before." "Everybody is best at something." I said. "Let's see, Mei's is anal sex, yours is lesbian sex, Thuy's is sexual torture, Alima, yours is almost certainly being disciplined, wouldn't you say?" "Well-" She hedged, then nodded. "It seems to be. It frightens the hell out of me, but when it's happening I get really excited." "I noticed." I smiled. "Gina, I don't think you've been here long enough to find yours yet, and neither have you Melinda. It will be interesting to see what they are." "I think mine might be giving head." Gina said thoughtfully. "That really turns me on." "What about you, Sherry?" I asked. "What's your specialty?" "Group sex." She said without hesitation. "I really dig having two or three guys take me at the same time. Or a gang bang from a dozen or so." That drew shocked looks from Gina and Melinda. Sherry laughed at them but didn't say anything. "Uh, Sherry, I think you might want to explain that." I said hastily. She hesitated, then shrugged. "What the hell? Everybody else knows. Before Paul found me I was a hooker." "But you can't be more than-" Gina started. Then, realizing what she was saying she clamped her jaw shut and looked like she wanted to fall through the floor. "I'm sixteen. I started a little past my fourteenth birthday. Don't look so shamefaced, Gina. It wasn't all that bad, although I like it here about a million times better." "How could you do that?" Melinda asked timidly. Then she blushed and stammered an apology. "Hey, Melinda, it's cool." Sherry said, holding out one hand to the black haired girl. "I think I know what you mean. You mean how come I wasn't ashamed?" Melinda nodded jerkily. "I was hungry." Sherry shrugged. "You can do a lot of different things if you're hungry enough. And I had to pay my rent, and buy new clothes, and all the rest of it. It was a way to survive." "I got lucky, though." She said, looking at me. "I was found by a wonderful man and tricked him into enslaving me. My slavery was worth those two years. Even being raped by my uncle." "Why Sherry!" Rachel said lightly, to cover the shocked silence. "I do believe you've made him blush!" I never have been able to accept heartfelt compliments, especially of that magnitude. "Your uncle raped you?" Gina said in disbelief. That's not the kind of thing you expect to hear someone say. Melinda looked horrified, and instantly sympathetic. "Hey, no big deal." Sherry tried to brush it aside. "It didn't kill me or make me an emotional cripple, or anything like that. It's over now. I don't even think about it anymore." "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I said firmly. "There are some things that should remain private." "In the harem there are no secrets." She quoted. "I don't mind. As your hand maiden I'm safe from my past. It can't hurt me anymore. And if it gives you a quick thrill, then I'm glad. After all, how many rape victims really and truly are able to say they're over it?" "Anyway, he didn't threaten me, or try to hurt me. So I didn't have any bruises or broken bones to mess up my head." "What did really happen?" I asked. "So you are curious?" She teased. I nodded. "I have to admit it. Your first night I thought about it. That's why I was extra gentle with you." "I wondered why you didn't paddle me." She said. "Although I'm just as happy you didn't. I don't think I'd care to be punished at all." She shivered, then brightened. "My uncle drinks a lot. He isn't a mean drunk, but one day he was drinking and he called me into his bedroom. When I came in I never dreamed he was about to do what he did." Dispite her words to the contrary Sherry shivered. "He got up and marched to the door. He closed it, locked it, then picked me up and put me on the bed. I remember laughing, thinking he was playing some sort of game." "Sherry," He said to me. "You're fourteen years old and very pretty. I know you're still a virgin, but it's time you learned about sex." "Can you imagine what went through my head? Before I could say anything he went on." "Now I know you think what I'm about to do is wrong, my being your uncle and all. So I'm going to tie you up so you can't fight me. I don't want you to hurt yourself, because there's nothing you can do to stop me." "By now I panicked. He must have expected it because when I opened my mouth to scream he shoved a sock in it. Before I could stop him he was sitting on me, pinning my arms with his knees. Then he took a rope and tied the sock in place so I couldn't spit it out." "Then he blindfolded me. That scared me so bad I just laid still while he tied my hands over my head." "He didn't hurt me, you understand. He just forced me. He stripped off my shorts and panties, then shoved my top up my arms. Then he got my bra off." "He tied my legs apart and gave me some time to recover. Then when he was sure I was calmed down a little he took off the blindfold." "Sherry, he said, I'm not going to say I'm doing this for any noble reason. I'm horny, you're pretty, and I'm drunk. I'll probably regret this tomorrow, but now I'm going to enjoy it." "He enjoyed it for two hours before he laid down on me. I have to admit after a while it got me hot. But he wasn't a very good lover, and he hurt me when he broke my cherry. If he'd been gentler, and a better lover I might be with him yet." "But it hurt, and before I could get into it he came inside me. I remember being scared that I'd get pregnant, but I didn't. He untied me and let me go clean up." "I ran away the next day." She shrugged. "When I got to the city I starved for two days before this guy picked me up. He offered me a hundred bucks if I'd let him fuck me. So I did. That's how I started hooking." "Wow." Gina said softly. "When Paul made love to me that first time I remember thinking that this is what it should have been like with my uncle. Gentle and loving and oh so good." She smiled dreamily. "I just laid there and came and came and came. It was wonderful." Her eyes refocused. "You know, Tara should here this." I said thoughtfully. "Not just you, Sherry, but all the girls. Once she sees how happy you are she'll relax and enjoy herself." "Don't count on it." Rachel warned. "She doesn't like it here." "Give her time." I councilled. "After all, you weren't going to stay at first, either. Remember?" "I remember." Rachel admitted uncomfortably. "But I didn't try to shoot you either." "Will you forget about that?" I scolded her. "She was scared, and it's over now. Like Sherry said, people do a lot of things when they're scared. Besides, her head's all messed up from playing secret agent. She'll be ok." Just then Mei and Thuy returned. "Tara's gone to her room to shower." Mei reported. "Good. Rachel, Melinda, here's what I want you to do." I gave the girls some quick instructions and sent them off. I also had Alima go scrounge up a cushion from somewhere. "Well?" I asked. "What do you think of her now?" "She's still frightened, although she's trying to hide it." Mei said. "I'm sorry master, but I still don't trust her. Where did you put her gun?" "On her bed." I said. Mei stared at me as though I'd lost my mind. "You didn't reload it did you?" She gasped. I shook my head. She relaxed with a shudder. I decided not to tell her what I'd done with the bullets. "You think she's still playing spy games?" I asked. "I don't know. She might be. Rachel could tell you better than I could." "Thuy?" I asked. "I don't know, master. She didn't say much as she was eating. When Mei asked her if she understood the house rules she just nodded. The whole thing feels spooky." Thuy looked steadily at me. "Be careful, master. Tara might be dangerous." "Tara is very dangerous." I said soberly. "The only thing I don't know is if taking her will defuse the bomb or detonate it." I grinned suddenly. "Just think. Tara's a real live secret agent! And she's going to allow me to tie her down and rape her. And it might just not be a game to her." "Does that excite you?" Gina asked. She'd been very quiet since the oriental girls had come in." "Yes." I said, nodding. "She's even more of a challenge than you are, Gina. She's never fantasized about being a slave girl. She's an ordinary girl that's been thrust into an extraordinary adventure." "Your mission, should you choose to accept it-" Mei quipped. I hummed the theme to Mission Impossible and broke out laughing. "Mr Reiner," I said in the serious tones of the Misson Impossible briefing tape. "You must take an ordinary, unkinky girl, restrain her with diabolical thoroughness, strip her naked, and perform diverse and perverted sexual acts to her shrinking virgin body." I winked at Sherry, who chuckled. "You may recruit members of your team from your harem, leaving no tush unturned in your search for the ultimate attainment of your mission. As always, if you are captured by enemy agents, we will disavow all knowledge of your activities, and force you to turn in your Captain Midnight Decoder Ring, and your keys to the executive washroom. This tape will self-destruct in 5 seconds." "Boom!" Gina shouted, and laughed. I grinned. The other girls jumped at the black girl's shout but laughed with us. "Gina, Sherry, you're excused, along with Melinda." I said. "The rest of you girls are going to be on call in case I need something. For right now, let's all go down to the dungeon and wait for Tara." --------- [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home Power Search Post to Usenet Ask DN Wizard Help Why use DN? | Advertising Info | Press Releases | Jobs | Policy Stuff Copyright � 1995-97 Deja News, Inc. All rights reserved.