Sadistic

PART FIVE

Sue was starting to get scared now but knew she had to do this and have the photos destroyed. The last thing she wanted was being humiliated and degraded on the web and everyone she knew seeing her exposed in bdsm scenarios.

She followed this woman, Madam Kathy, into the hallway and closed the door behind her. She instantly decided to do whatever this scary monster of a woman wanted and get out as fast as possible, she just wanted to get her life back to normal.

Part Three

John had just finished a cold beer, his fifth of the night and was contemplating one more before bed time. He was thoroughly fed up living on his own, it had been over 4 years since his divorce. The only thing that kept him going was his lifelong interest in BDSM which he had enjoyed with his ex wife, visiting clubs all over the country. He had made many friends through his club visits but had not had much luck in securing a 24/7 slave which was his long term aim. However, at the age of 68, time seemed to be slipping away.

I checked in with the staff when I arrived in the dormitory.  Most of our
pets were sleeping, including my favourite.  Several were writhing in
their restraints as they were stimulated according to their training
schedule.  My favourite was finishing her second two hour sleep cycle.

Chapter Nine

Wendy awoke slowly.

As her eyes focused, she blinked. Where am I? She asked herself. Wherever it was, it certainly wasn't in Jimmy's room at the frat house. Then Wendy's eyes came to rest on the sleeping figure beside her and all of her questions were answered.

It's Monday morning, she told herself. In a couple of hours somebody's going to drive me back to campus. (Her first class of the week didn't meet until one in the afternoon on Monday, so she would have no difficulty getting there on time.) Damn, but this has been a weird weekend.

Chapter Eight

Once her arms were released, Wendy sat up and stretched to ease the tightness in her shoulders. As she looked toward the rest of the room, she noticed the young man who'd given her the ride locked in the torrid embrace with a young Chinese girl. One of his hands was clutching her full tit and the other was massaging her cunt, while she was stroking off his stiff cock. Near them, a middle-aged man was sucking the tit of an older woman as they caressed each other's groin.

Chapter Seven

Wendy awaken slowly, shaking her head to rid of her mind of what seemed to be cobwebs. Damn, she thought, what did I do last night, that I feel so funny now? It wasn't exactly a hangover that she was suffering, because her stomach wasn't upset the way it always was after she drank too much, but the feeling was akin to the aftermath of overindulgence in alcohol.

Chapter Six

Carl surveyed the narrow gap between the trees as he sat, the engine of the van idling, on the shoulder of a secondary road. It was obvious that the trail wasn't often used, but it was also plain that other vehicles had been over the ground in recent months, if not weeks. Furthermore, he had seen no sign of life along the road for at least fifteen miles, had passed no cars nor been passed by any. Whistling, he put the van in gear and turned the wheel.

Chapter Five

"Got one," Carla spoke into the microphone of the compact CB radio under the dash of her sports car. She could see the van Carl was driving a few blocks behind her. "The redhead at the far end of the line."

"Gotcha," Carl replied. As his sister's Alfa Romeo shot onto the approach ramp to the Interstate, he accelerated a little to insure that he was the first person to offer the intended victim a ride. Already they had missed one prospect when the car immediately behind Carla's had stopped for the girl.

Chapter Four

Despite her final conscious thoughts on the evening she enslaved her Chinese maid, Carla MacLoud didn't actually take any concrete steps toward obtaining a new body to play with as she desired until ten days later. Her decision to go out and hunt for a new victim came about abruptly, after what happened when she arrived at the house in the middle of one morning after she and Carl had gone tot he club for a round of tennis and swimming.

Chapter Three

Mei-Ling's body reacted wildly to the command. One moment she was lying languidly on the chaise lounge in the afterglow of her cum, the next she was sitting up, her feet on the floor and the muscles in her legs tensed to spring. "Nooo!" she cried in horror. "I can't, I can't!"

"Certainly you can," Carla retorted. "Arid you will, It'll get you ready to taste my pussy-juices when you're eating me."

The Oriental girl shot to her feet and backed away from the other. "Nooo," she moaned, "nooooo."

"Yes!" her abuser shot back.