Lust Master's Captive
by Shirley Masters


INTRODUCTION 

As we write these words, the first explosion of astonishment and debate over 
the unauthorized publication of the "Pentagon Papers" has died away and the 
public has turned its attention to such other crucial matters as the 1971 
World Series, the future of wage-price controls, George Wallace's chances in 
the coming presidential race, etc. Perhaps we are prejudiced because we are 
publishers, but we think the Pentagon Papers affair is more important than 
any of these, and probably one of the most important historical events of 
the year. 

What the entire question boils down to is whether we as citizens of a 
democracy are really masters of our own fates or whether we are being 
manipulated like puppets by some sort of evil coalition of selfish 
interests-and thus headed toward a totalitarian state like that described by 
George Orwell in 1984. If our democratically elected rulers are taking so 
much power into their own hands that they are afraid or unwilling to give us 
all the facts about what they are doing, the latter alternative becomes a 
real and frightening possibility. In that case, we should all be seriously 
worried about whether or hot we are in danger of being controlled by "secret 
masters"-potential Big Brother-type dictators-or not. 

It is important, of course, not to try to leap to quick and simple 
conclusions. Hannah Arendt, author of The Origins of Totalitarianism and The 
Human Condition, discussing the entire matter in The New York Review of 
Books, is careful to establish this clearly: "The Pentagon Papers, like so 
much else in history, tell different stories, teach different lessons to 
different readers. Some claim they have only now understood that the Vietnam 
war was the 'logical' outcome of the cold war or the anticommunist ideology, 
others that this is a unique opportunity to learn about decision making 
processes in government. But most readers have by now agreed that the basic 
issue raised by the Papers is deception. At any rate, it is obvious that 
this issue was uppermost in the minds of those who compiled the Pentagon 
Papers for The New York Times, and it is at least probable that this was 
also an issue for the team of writers who prepared the forty-seven volumes 
of the original study. 

"The famous credibility gap, which has been with us for six long years, has 
suddenly opened up into an abyss. The quicksand of lying statements of all 
sorts, deceptions as well as self-deceptions, is apt to engulf any reader 
who wishes to probe this material, which, unhappily, he must recognize as 
the infrastructure of United States foreign and domestic policy." 

Superficially, it may seem like a very large jump indeed from a discussion 
of United States foreign and domestic policy to the novel you are about to 
read, Captive of the Lust Master by Peggy Swenson. The story will at first 
appear to be a pure fantasy. On closer examination, however, the discerning 
reader will notice many resemblances to such novels of prophecy and 
extrapolation as Orwell's 1984. We feel it would also not be inaccurate to 
compare this work to the best of Kafka: what seems at first to be a simple 
horror story is actually much more, and very close in the final analysis to 
the most ultimate reality of all. 

Tammy Jenkins, Miss Swenson's young heroine, is certainly subjected to 
horror almost beyond human conception. In the opening pages, she is 
kidnapped and drugged-and awakens as a captive of one of the "Secret 
Masters," a group of strange, power-mad, almost inhuman beings whose 
headquarters occupy a hidden island in the Caribbean. It takes Tammy a long 
time to discover exactly what the motives of the Secret Masters are, and in 
the meantime she undergoes many strange and shocking adventures. The world 
she has been abducted into is a weird and unreal one-but beneath the 
unreality is a terribly tangible threat to the future of human civilization 
as we know it. 


Chapter One 

Tammy's father sat tall in his thronelike recliner chair. He frowned. His 
big, callused hands worked sweatily on the chair's green plastic arms. "You 
have to be punished!" Karl Jenkins' voice was an eager growl. 

Tammy stood defiantly in the middle of the living room rose-colored shag 
carpet. She said, "But I didn't do anything really wrong!" 

Her mother sat mouselike on the brocade sofa. "Dear, you skipped school and 
wore Barbara's bikini to the beach." 

"But she never wears it." 

Her father added, "And lied!" His blue eyes narrowed. 

Barbara, her older sister by two years, sat cross-legged on a thick, 
tasseled TV pillow on the floor. "My only bikini and you didn't even wash it 
out afterwards-it's all full of sand and salt water." 

"Well ... I was going to wash it, but-" 

"I'll have to spank you! Take off your clothes!" 

"Daddy, not here! Not in front of everybody!" Tammy glanced around, her big 
green eyes wide with alarm. Her small hands unconsciously rose to the top of 
her white blouse, to protect that top pearllike button. 

"You heard me! I told you I didn't want you parading around on the beach in 
a revealing swim-suit. You're only thirteen, in spite of your overdeveloped 
body." 

"But it was so hot ... and all the girls-" 

"STRIP! Or I'll hold you and we'll let Barbara take your clothes off!" His 
eyes glittered. "Like last time." 

Tammy's sister shifted on the pillow as if to get up. "Let me slap her bare 
ass, too, Daddy! She probably ruined my bikini." 

Barbara was fifteen, but not nearly as well-developed as Tammy. Her breasts 
poked out loosely against her zip-front t-shirt. She wore tight jeans and 
canvas boat shoes. Her dark brown hair was cut short. 

The girls' mother was cowed by her authoritarian husband. She said meekly, 
"Harvey, do you have to go that far?" 

"Shut up, Mary! She has to remember her punishment. A little humiliation and 
a little pain do wonders." He pointed menacingly at Tammy. "Strip, girl!" He 
leaned forward heavily in the recliner. The footrest dipped in response to 
the weight shift. 

Tammy pouted. Slowly, her hands unfastened the top button of her blouse. She 
knew her father got a kick out of being dictator and in seeing his daughters 
naked, and in spanking them. But she didn't get any kick from being spanked 
or made to embarrass herself. Tammy appealed to her mother with her eyes. 

Mary Jenkins avoided her daughter's eyes. Her folded hands twined nervous 
fingers. She smoothed her dress. She said submissively, "Better do as your 
father says, dear." 

Tammy stuck her full lower lip out further. She shook her head and her long, 
wavy dark-red hair rippled on her neck and shoulders. "No! I don't care what 
you do!" 

Karl Jenkins heaved forward to the edge of his recliner chair cushion. He 
lunged forward suddenly with an arm and clamped his hand around her left 
wrist. "You are disobedient and defiant! Oh, yes, now you have to be 
severely punished! You'll remember this evening!" He gestured for Barbara to 
get up and come help him. He twisted Tammy around and held her wrists behind 
her back in the grip of one big, powerful hand. He smiled with thin lips. 
"Get her bare-assed naked, Barbara! Then you can help me swat some respect 
and sense into her!" 

Barbara came forward. She walked mannishly. She imitated small gestures of 
her father. Karl was the strong one in the family and she had focused on him 
as her model, some years before. Tammy tried to pull away, but her father 
was immensely strong from his work as a furniture mover. Barbara swaggered 
to face Tammy. She roughly unbuttoned her sister's blouse and pulled it free 
of the red wool miniskirt. She pushed the opened blouse down Tammy's arms. 

Tammy's luscious, bra-clad breasts surged with resentment. She hissed at 
Barbara, "I'll get you!" 

Barbara smiled and stuck out her tongue. "This is what you get for showing 
off." 

Karl adroitly shifted his grip twice, from hand to hand, and got Tammy's 
blouse free of her arms. He watched eagerly as Barbara reached around and 
unsnapped Tammy's tight bra. Tammy's breasts did not sag with their freedom. 
Instead they surged outward, lifting and pushing out the now loose bra cups. 

Mary Jenkins saw this. She said, "Karl, she needs a larger bra." 

"She's wearing a 36-C now! They're so blatant as it is ... " He pulled Tammy 
halfway around so he could see her jutting, young, exuberant flesh. He 
grunted meaningfully at Barbara. 

Tammy's sister obediently lifted the bra cups away from Tammy's rounded, 
pink and white pear-shaped breasts. Tammy flushed and averted her face. She 
again tried to twist away. The thrusting, fat cones of resilient flesh 
seemed too large for her thirteen-year-old chest. They wobbled enticingly 
with her movement. She was only four-foot ten-inches in height, and weighed 
only ninety pounds. 

Karl licked his lips as he examined his young daughter's amazing, lush 
growth. The contours were so nicely rounded, the skin so taut and silky and 
perfect, unblemished. And her nipples! He swallowed. His fingers gripped 
tighter around her thin, imprisoned wrists. Her richly pink nipples poked 
out from dusky pink knoblike areolas. Wonder upon wonder, delight upon 
delight. He closed his eyes tight to fight natural urges to fondle his 
daughter's utterly inviting flesh. He gasped, "You're lucky you're not raped 
three times a day in school! And the idea of flaunting tits like these on a 
beach! And a shape like yours ... " 

Karl's gaze slid away from her breasts and followed the line of her flat 
tummy and thighs. She had a breathtakingly narrow waistline and slim hips, 
as if her lower development had had to wait until her breasts were fully 
developed and only now might be beginning to curve into full womanhood. Karl 
roughly pulled the bra straps down her arms, shifted his grips again, and 
let the bra fall to the floor atop her blouse. He said unevenly, chest 
tight, "Now her skirt." 

"Oh, no, Daddy!" 

"Oh, yes, my girl!" 

Barbara grinned at Tammy's embarrassment and unzipped the side of the red 
skirt. It slipped easily down off the gently curved, girlish hips. It lay 
around her ankles. Tammy wore black lace bikini panties. Sexy, seductive, 
revealing. The pink of her firm little buttocks showed through the sheer 
garment. 

"Where did you get those things?" 

"I can't tell you." 

"Like hell you can't!" Karl twisted her around even further so he could see 
her front-the sweet little V between her thighs, now so lasciviously half 
hidden by the lace. The white-pink of her plump little mound showed 
tantalizingly through. She still had no red fuzz there. Karl curled his 
blunt fingers under the delicate fabric and brutally tore it from her hips. 
It shredded easily, almost like wet paper. 

"Oh, Daddy-no! They're not mine!" 

Barbara said, "I'll bet they're Vickie's." 

"That sexy tramp who lives two houses down?" Karl glared into Tammy's 
frightened green eyes. "You been hanging around with her?" 

"I only borrowed them yesterday." 

"You can pay her back from your allowance! Girl her age-how old is she?-got 
no right to lend lacy things like that to a thirteen-year-old!" 

Barbara said, "Vickie's nineteen." 

Earl's gaze had been captured by the sight of Tammy's naked pussy. The bare, 
smooth, rounded V that led the eye down to the juncture of her lovely, 
ideally joined thighs ... and the vividly pink cleft there that seemed to 
beg for a finger to enter it, or a tongue, or a big, hard prick. 

Tammy's father dragged his eyes away. He was caught by his wife's humble, 
yet accusing gaze. He was breathing raggedly. He growled, "Keep away from 
Vickie Meyer, you hear me? I'll pay her for these things. You are not to see 
her again! Understand?" 

Tammy hung her head. She nodded miserably. She was naked and her father was 
leering at her and she hated it. If he wasn't still holding her wrists she 
would bolt from the room. She gasped as suddenly he pulled her off balance, 
his free hand guiding her fall across his lap. She whuffed and was hanging 
face down, her naked belly on his strong, thick thighs, her own thighs not 
reaching the carpet, her legs angling backward, her toes in the rose-colored 
shag. Her smooth, rounded, firm little white buttocks were primed for his 
hand. Tammy heard her mother say, "Don't hit too hard, Karl." 

"Got to teach her a lesson, Mary. Okay, Barbs, you lay it on first; it was 
your bikini." He still held Tammy's wrists. 

Tammy squirmed helplessly as her sister's hand slapped down on her buttocks. 
The sound was loud-a sharp series of slaps-and they hurt! Tammy whimpered 
with pain and humiliation. Barbara had never had to be like this. She was 
Daddy's favorite ... always taking sides against Tammy. Against her mother, 
too. 

"That's enough, Barbs. Now ... " His big, work-hardened hand smacked down on 
Tammy's smarting bottom. 

"OW! Oh, Daddy-" 

Crack! Crack! Crack! Tammy writhed and jerked with each blow. Her rear end 
was on fire! She gasped and howled. Her father whapped her ass fifteen 
times, hard, until his hand was stinging almost as much as was her buttocks. 
Her skin was as rosy as the carpet. Then he rested his arm. "You going to 
behave and be a nice girl after this?" 

"Yes!" She sobbed and wept. Then she felt it-the prodding, nudging thing 
between his legs that always rose in his pants when he spanked her like 
this. His prick! It poked up at her naked belly. It was big! She could tell. 
He always got hot when he was hitting her, or her mother. Tammy squirmed on 
it, rubbed her belly on it. Sometimes it got all jumpy if she did that and 
got soft and he didn't hit her anymore. 

He cupped his hand and cracked her bottom twice more. The sound was like a 
pistol shot. Tammy wailed and writhed on his prick, faster. She was like a 
desperate worm. She heard him panting. 

"Karl, I think-" 

"SHUT UP, MARY!" He cracked a palm down on Tammy's flaming butt to keep her 
moving. 

At last she felt the telltale leaping of that big thing against her stomach. 
And his pants got wet. He went all tight and stiff and then he sighed. She 
was allowed to stand up. He released her wrists at last. He quickly crossed 
his legs. "Now go to your room! And don't expect any supper!" 

Sobbing brokenly, ashamed, Tammy ran from the front room, down the hall and 
into her small room. Barbara got the biggest of the two bedrooms after the 
master bedroom. Tammy slammed the door and threw herself face down on her 
twin bed. She cried and hated her father and everybody! Her bottom stung 
like a thousand bees had been jabbing her there. But she was excited too, in 
a special way. She worked a bunch of plaid bedspread and blankets into a 
thick ridge between her thighs and began rubbing her slit against it. Her 
pussy glowed and itched wonderfully. The feeling got stronger and stronger 
as she rubbed. And her breasts felt extra big and hot, too. 

She worked at rubbing her puffed nipples on the rough weave of the spread. 
Tickles of excitement wormed through her deep, round flesh. A fold of 
bedspread worked deeper into her cleft and she moaned as she wept. The 
feeling got so strong she almost couldn't stand it-then it slowly faded. She 
wondered if her father had as strong a feeling when his prick jerked like 
that and his pants got wet. 

Tammy lay quiet for a while. She pouted her lower lip again. Her father had 
done that to her for the last time! She got off her bed and turned on the 
light. She dressed in cut-off hip-huggers, sneakers, a flowered sweatshirt. 
She packed a little overnight bag with panties and socks and a skirt and a 
blouse and a favorite yellow dress. 

Tammy Jenkins carefully climbed out of her window and dropped to the flower 
bed. As soon as her feet touched the dirt and she had settled into a shallow 
crouch-hands and arms grabbed her! One big hand clapped over her mouth. 

A fierce male whisper: "She saved us a helluva lot of work!" 

A female whisper: "Lucky! Let's do it here!" 

Tammy thrashed but couldn't break free. The man held her in an unbreakable 
bear hug with one muscular arm. She kicked and clawed. Her attackers were 
dressed in black sweaters and pants. The street lights didn't penetrate to 
the backyard-she couldn't see their faces-only blurs. 

He whispered, "Go ahead. She's worse than an alley cat!" He grunted as Tammy 
slammed an elbow into his solar plexus. 

From-out of nowhere a cotton pad was pressed against her nose. A sweet, 
cloying, penetrating odor reached tendrils into her brain as she was forced 
to inhale the fumes. Tammy's mind swirled and spun. A strange buzzing filled 
her brain. She dropped into a soothing black pit of unconsciousness. 

Chapter Two 

Tammy gradually awakened. She was in a motel room. She felt slightly sick to 
her stomach. Her head ached. She was lying on a bed. A skinny young man and 
pudgy young woman, dressed in black sweaters and pants, were sitting on the 
bed on either side of her. 

As her awareness completely returned, Tammy felt their hands on her body. 
The man was fondling her lovely big breasts. The woman was probing at 
Tammy's slit. Tammy's eyes grew round. She drew a quick, deep, frightened 
breath. 

The man clapped a slim hand on her mouth before she could scream. "She's 
awake already." He scowled and tossed long black hair from his dark eyes. 

The woman said, "I told you we should have tied her up first." 

Tammy was kicking and flailing violently. The woman managed to confine 
Tammy's legs with a knotted towel around the ankles. The man suffered 
Tammy's small fists in order to keep her from yelling. A moment later 
Tammy's hands were tied securely behind her back with another towel. She was 
gagged and could only make muffled, complaining sounds. 

"Now," the man said. "Is she a virgin, or not?" 

The woman probed again at Tammy's pussy. Her short finger slipped between 
the pink lips. She explored. "Umm ... a nice big clit, and for her age!" She 
rubbed the sensitive organ lightly with her fingertip. 

Tammy shivered as the familiar tickling heat bloomed in her lower belly. She 
blushed and jackknifed away on the bed. 

The man had to hold her still. "Well?" He flipped his hair away again. 

The woman managed to get her finger into Tammy again. She explored lower in 
the pink slit. "The hymen is still unbroken. She's still a virgin." She 
looked up, grinning. 

The man clucked his tongue. "Look at these boobs! Look at that sweet little 
snatch. What a doll!" He couldn't keep his hands off Tammy's lush breasts. 

The woman said, "The Masters choose well." She idly played with Tammy's 
swelling clitoris. 

"They pay well, too. It was nice of this little pussy to decide to run away 
just as we were about to get her." He bent over and licked one of Tammy's 
pink, yeasty nipples. 

The woman smiled. "Ten thousand dollars when we deliver her at dawn! That 
calls for a celebration." 

The slim young man palmed both of Tammy's buoyant flesh melons. "I'd love to 
fuck this little cunt." 

"Fuck me instead." 

The woman pulled the black sweater up and over her head. She was naked to 
the waist underneath. Her breasts were plump and a bit pendulous. Her 
nipples were succulent-looking brown cones. 

The young man said, "Deal!" He winked at Tammy, who was still trying to 
twist away from his hands. "Ever see any fucking, kid?" 

Tammy shook her head. 

"You will tonight." He pulled his own sweater up and off. 

After taking off her shoes and socks, the woman unzipped her black pants and 
pushed them down with her black panties. She sat naked on the edge of the 
bed. Her hips were wide and fleshy. 

She put a pudgy hand on Tammy's rounded thigh. "Baby, you be good and don't 
make trouble for us now ... don't try to get off the bed or anything ... and 
we'll let you be like you are." 

The man grunted agreement. He skinned down his pants and underpants. 
"Otherwise I'll have to tie you down with ropes." 

Tammy was scared sick. She couldn't talk through the gag. She was lying on 
her side, facing the woman. She knew she was helpless. She had to abjectly 
nod agreement. Abruptly she was aware of the man-now completely 
naked-climbing over her to get to the woman's side of the bed. Tammy had 
never ever seen a grown man's genitals. Now she was suddenly face to face 
with a long, slightly curved prick that dangled from the man's loins like a 
white, veined banana ... with one end peeled back, showing a purplish tip. 
Her green eyes were like saucers. 

He knelt over her and waggled it in front of her face. He laughed. "Seven 
inches, kid. Howja like this pipe sunk into your cunt?" 

Tammy made no sounds into her gag. Men's pricks were enormous! Was her 
father's prick that big-or bigger? How could a woman find room inside for 
something that long and thick? 

He reached under his prick to cup his balls. "Lots of juice in here if you 
want it. Wanta suck me off?" 

Tammy's eyes grew even more round. She shook her head violently. 

He laughed and let the head of his prick touch her pert little nose, her 
cheeks, her forehead. It left a clear drop of secretion here and there. He 
said maliciously, "If you only knew what you're in for, kid." 

The woman settled her weight on the bed beside Tammy. She reached and 
grasped his prick. "Don't mess with her. The Masters want their girls 
untouched." 

"I'm only fooling around ... let go!" He pried her hand from his prick. He 
hauled Tammy over onto her back. He moved down so that his long prick 
throbbed over her stomach. With her hands tied behind her back, she had to 
arch her spine. This action threw her magnificent breasts up into extra 
prominence. 

"Oh, Jesus ... what a beautiful pair!" Again his hands roamed over the 
perfectly shaped, high mounds. He rubbed the nipples to full size. He dipped 
his prick into the deep valley between her breasts. He pushed them together, 
imprisoning his prick in a soft, warm passage, and began to slide his prick 
between those yielding, molded walls. His prick head surged up to her chin, 
then back into the soft cave. He breathed, "I can get off this way. Oh, wow, 
even dry this feels great." He stared intently down into Tammy's squinched, 
hating eyes. 

The naked woman slapped him on the ass. "Stop it, Jack! Squirt all over her 
face and a Master finds out ... you'll be six deep somewhere. Why risk that? 
I can take care of you any way you want." She got up on her knees and 
embraced him as he continued to slide his prick in the warm tunnel between 
Tammy's breasts. 

He frowned and stopped his fucking movements. "I guess you're right, Mona." 
He turned his head and kissed her. 

Tammy stared up at them and saw them tongue kissing. She had never done 
that. She had only let a boy peck her lips on a date. 

Mona urged Jack off Tammy. She sank back down beside Tammy with him in her 
arms. They kissed sensually, passionately. Tammy watched, her throat tight. 
She forgot her fear and the ominous talk of Masters for a few moments. She 
turned on her side to relieve the awkward pressure on her spine by her bound 
hands. 

Jack said, "Okay, let's give the kid a show." 

Mona was excited. Her conical nipples were fat with blood. She was breathing 
faster. She enclosed his hips between her wide-flung thighs. 

Jack rose up and straddled Mona's chest. His prick jerked in front of her 
mouth. "Educate the kid. Show her how to suck." 

Mona smiled lewdly. She glanced at the watching Tammy and said, "You'll be 
doing this soon enough, honey. Watch closely." Mona took his prick in her 
hand and bunched a pillow under her head. She guided the long, slightly bent 
shaft to her waiting mouth. 

Jack grinned and eased it slowly between her open lips. More and more. He 
slid his prick in until Mona had at least half its length buried in her 
mouth. Tammy saw Mona's eyes flutter, saw the woman's throat and jaw muscles 
work as she obviously, willingly, sucked. Jack slowly mouth-fucked Mona. He 
hunched over her, his lean hips driving his prick with gradually lessening 
control. After a few moments he was sliding more and more into her wide-open 
mouth, and he was panting, grinding his teeth, trembling with excitement. 

He moaned and grabbed handfuls of Mona's hair. He thrust his prick into her 
mouth as deep as he could. She bucked and gagged. "Oh, Jesus-" He drew back 
and left only the swollen head in her mouth as she continued to suck as hard 
as she could. Tammy could hardly breathe as she watched. Jack thrust deep 
again, and drew back. He was shaking. He gasped, "Here, it comes-" 

Mona sucked wetly. Tammy saw his prick jump in her mouth. Again ... then 
again. He threw his head back and groaned loudly. His hips jerked. Mona 
swallowed, then sucked more. But she had not swallowed soon enough, for a 
trickle of white stuff had escaped a corner of her mouth and was dribbling 
down her chin and dripping to her neck. Tammy saw all this. He was squirting 
his goop into her mouth! Tammy couldn't believe Mona could have let him! But 
the woman had! 

Jack took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. He left his prick in 
Mona's mouth. Mona licked the long, softening organ clean. Tammy closed her 
eyes tight! She wouldn't do that!-suck-for any man! How ugh! it was. 

Then she heard Mona say, "What about me? Don't I get some head, too?" 

"Sure. Hey, kid, don't go to sleep. Act two is about to start." 

In spite of herself, Tammy opened her eyes to see what would happen next. 
Jack backed down off Mona's belly. Her knees rose and her thighs fell open. 
Jack winked at Tammy and lowered his head. He began licking into Mona's 
hairy slit. He used his fingers to pull the pussy open. Mona soon began to 
undulate her hips against his mouth. She whispered to Tammy. "This is so 
good! Any time you can get somebody to go down on you ... take it, honey! 
It's heaven ... ummmmm ... it's pure heaven. Men don't know how much girls 
get out of this." 

Mona's whisper was then submerged in her harsh breathing. She moaned and 
flung her right hand onto Tammy's thigh. She squeezed. Her other hand was 
plucking at one of her large, puffed nipples. Her face twisted and her belly 
spasmed. She relaxed for a moment. "That was just my first one. I can come 
every few minutes ... just as long as somebody who knows how is eating my 
cunt," 

Tammy watched Jack's moving face where it was pressed between Mona's plump 
thighs. He obviously had his tongue in there-in the hole and on Mona's 
button. Wow. Tammy couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to have a 
man do that to her. Mona sure seemed to like it! 

Jack kept on doing it to Mona for a long time. Mona came about six times 
before he stopped and sat up on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back 
of his hand. "Juicy cunt." He grinned at Tammy. "Want some tongue, kid?" 

Mona said warningly, "Jack ... " 

"Okay, okay, but I would love to eat that hairless little pussy." He licked 
his lips. 

Mona touched his half-hard prick with the toes of her left foot. "How about 
showing her what fucking is?" 

"Sure. You ever see fucking, kid?" 

Tammy shook her head slightly. Her eyes were on his prick. It was growing. 
Mona's toes and foot were rubbing it skillfully. Jack pushed Mona's foot 
away. He fisted his prick and pumped it for a few seconds. It seemed to 
lengthen even more. Then he moved over and pulled Tammy down on the bed till 
she was facing Mona's right hip. "Give you a ringside view." He waggled his 
prick in front of Tammy's face, then laughed and moved over between Mona's 
heavy legs. 

Mona raised her knees. "Sock it to me." 

Jack levered her legs up onto his shoulders. He leaned forward until Mona 
was almost doubled over. Tammy did have a close-up view! She saw Mona's pink 
pussy, framed by curly black hair, and Jack's long, bent-sideways cock 
throbbing so close to it. Mona reached around and under and grasped his 
prick. She seemed to point it at her wet slit. Jack leaned a bit more and 
the head of his prick sank into her. Then a flexing of his ass thrust all of 
it into her, hard and fast! 

Mona's breath caught. "Bastard!" 

Jack pulled back and plunged in again, to the hilt. Tammy was amazed. It was 
just like he was stabbing her with his prick! And Mona didn't seem hurt at 
all! But Tammy was positive there wasn't room in her own pussy for a man's 
prick. There just couldn't be! Even so, the sight of all that prick being 
thrust in and out of Mona's juicy slit was fascinating and exciting to 
Tammy. Especially when Mona and Jack both started moaning and sweating and 
kissing and fucking faster and faster. It was a little like when Jack was 
fucking into her mouth. But this time he was really socking it into her all 
the way, really hard, and really fast! 

Tammy saw the prick jerk when Jack shot off inside Mona. The shaft got all 
creamy and a lot of the goop flowed out of the bottom of Mona's slit and 
down between her buttocks ... and on the motel chenille bedspread. Jack 
shoved in and out a few more times, then let his prick slip out. It was all 
goopy and droopy. "Very good fuck, if I do say so myself." He grinned down 
at Tammy. "I'll never have you, kid, but within twenty-four hours you won't 
be a virgin anymore, and if you think my prick is big ... wait'll you see 
the weapons on some of the Masters." 

Mona saw Tammy's expression. "Don't scare her, Jack." 

"Truth. Isn't it? You were on the island for a while before you got too old 
and fat." 

"I'm only twenty-two!" 

"Yeah, you know what I mean. Seventeen or eighteen is the cut-off. Those 
horny old guys like young stuff!" 

Tammy shivered with fear. 

Mona patted Tammy's shoulder. "Don't let him get to you. You might really 
fit in ... you might like it." She didn't sound convincing. 

A few minutes later they injected something into Tammy's left hip. Tammy lay 
helpless, shivering with dread, until everything slowly faded away. 

Chapter Three 

Tammy recovered consciousness and was aware of a vibration ... a slight 
sense of movement this way and that ... and a muted rushing, roaring sound. 
She was on a narrow, bunklike bed. The plastic walls curved. She was 
strapped into the bunk. She was still naked! 

She was alone in a small, tube-shaped bedroom, with a door at each end. 
There was a small oval window by her head. She raised the sliding shade and 
saw a deck of clouds below. She was in a jet! She started to unbuckle the 
wide orange nylon belt that crossed her chest just below her naked breasts. 
She didn't notice the tiny electrical plug that was disconnected when she 
pulled on the belt. 

Seconds later the door near the foot of her bunk opened and a lovely, 
slender girl, not more than fifteen years old, entered. She wore a sheer, 
intricately laced microdress, and was naked underneath. "Good, you're awake. 
How do you feel? Sometimes that knock-out drug makes a girl woozy." She 
smiled and showed perfect teeth. 

"I'm all right, I guess ... Why am I here? What-" 

"The Master is waiting; He'll tell you whatever you need to know. I'm Lala. 
Let me help you with these ... " She knelt beside the low bunk and released 
the belts that crossed over Tammy's chest, hips and knees. As she pulled the 
belts aside, Lala caressed Tammy's body ... a touched nipple, a brushed-over 
thigh, a palmed hip ... "You are a doll. Oh, the Masters will appreciate 
you!" 

"Who? What do you mean? Why was I kidnapped?" Tammy's fear had returned full 
force. 

"You'll find but in a minute. Oh, how you'll find out." Lala smiled 
secretively. She impulsively leaned forward and touched her pink tongue to 
Tammy's pink nipple. "I can hardly wait." She took Tammy's hand. "Come now." 
She led Tammy through the doorway. 

Tammy was astonished at the sight of the main cabin of the jet. The walls 
and floor and ceiling were covered by a deep, luxurious white fur. It was 
very deeply cushioned underfoot. There was no real furniture, only big, 
silk-covered pillows and raised platformlike areas under the lush fur that 
seemed to substitute for tables or chair backs. 

A portly man with bushy brown hair and long, muttonchop sideburns lay at 
ease among a pile of soft pillows. He wore an electric-green silk robe that 
was open to reveal his nakedness and his incredible, erect prick. 

Tammy hung back. She blushed. But Lala towed her across the soft fur. "Come 
on, Tammy. Don't be bashful." 

Tammy couldn't help but stare at the man's organ. It was even bigger than 
Jack's seven-inch prick she had seen the night before. This one was shaped 
funny-it had dozens of small nodules growing on it, all around, even on the 
head. Each nodule was about the size of a piece of gravel, and each was pink 
and shiny. 

Lala said, "Master, this is Tammy. Tammy, this is one of our Masters." Lala 
knelt before him. She pulled Tammy down beside her. 

"I want to go home!" Tammy was near tears. She tried to cover her pussy and 
breasts. 

He smiled. "You are going home. A new home. Your former life has ended, 
Tammy. You are now a piece of property. You will live only to serve me and 
the other Secret Masters. You will serve us in any way we desire, upon 
command." 

Tammy was terrified. She was weak with fear. But she said, "I won't!" And 
she began to cry. 

The Master nodded. "She has spunk." He idly ran a fingertip over and around 
one of the shiny nodules on his extra large prick. 

Then he gestured at Lala. "Pour her some Elixir." He reached out and stroked 
Tammy's bare shoulder, her long red hair, and let his fingers drift down her 
naked back. 

Lala lifted a section of fur and opened a panel in the wall. She took out a 
beautiful crystal decanter which contained a thick amber liquid. She poured 
about an ounce of it into a small crystal glass. 

The Master smiled and handed the glass to Tammy. "Drink this. It'll make you 
feel good." 

"I don't want to feel good," Tammy wept. "I want to go home." 

He sighed. He handed the glass to Lala. He then unexpectedly slapped Tammy's 
face, hard, rocking her head to the left, then to the right. Her hair 
billowed from the sharp movement. She gasped, shocked. Her hands went to her 
stinging cheeks. Her vision reeled for a second. The Master extended the 
glass to her again. "Drink." 

Tammy took the glass with a shaking hand. She looked to Lala through teary 
eyes. Lala nodded and smiled. Tammy tasted the amber liquid. It was like a 
syrup with a strange pineapple tang. She drank it all. Still crying, she 
handed back the glass. The Elixir warmed her stomach. 

The Master drew her closer. "Crying will do you no good at ail, Tammy. 
Nothing you do or say will change anything. The sooner you realize this, the 
better." 

Lala said, "That's right." 

His right hand cupped over Tammy's jutting right breast. She jerked and 
tried to push his hand away. "Don't fight me, girl!" He cracked his hand 
across her cheek again. 

Tammy sobbed and hugged her knees and hid her face. "Leave me alone!" A 
funny heat was spreading in her stomach. 

He shook his head. "These first disciplines are such a bore ... and such 
fun!" He pulled Tammy up by her hair. She squalled and tried to hit him. He 
grinned and pinched her nipples with cruelly strong fingers. She screamed 
and hunched up to protect her breasts. 

Lala said, "Really, Tammy, you're just making it harder on yourself." 

"I WANT TO GO HOME! LEAVE ME ALONE!" 

"No to both." He ruthlessly pulled her head up by her hair again. She didn't 
try to hit him this time. He pulled her head back as far as it could go. Her 
mouth was dragged open by her straining neck muscles. Her scalp was a mass 
of hot needle pricks. Tears welled in her green eyes. 

"You will obey me, Tammy, or you will continue to hurt. It is that simple." 

He released her hair. She didn't hunch over again. She watched him, 
wide-eyed, tears running down her face. 

"Now lie flat here beside me." 

She shifted on the thick, sensual white fur and apprehensively lay at his 
side among the pillows. She sobbed quietly. The warmth in her stomach was 
spreading lower, into her belly. She wondered what was in that Elixir. 

The Master spread his hand on one of her exuberant breasts. "Ah ... yes, so 
full ... There is nothing quite like the feel of a well-developed young 
breast. The skin is so smooth. So much resilience." He squeezed gently. He 
cupped and fondled. He fingered the nipples, which expanded shamelessly with 
the exciting contact. 

Tammy sniffled and swallowed. She began breathing through her mouth. A 
disturbing heat was now in her pussy and her breasts were beginning to feel 
a special warmth. Her nipples actually itched. 

Lola had been observing Tammy. "She's beginning to feel the Elixir, Master." 

He nodded, smiling. His hand slid off Tammy's breasts to her belly and down 
into the hollow of her loins. His fingers curved over the plump, hairless V 
and tapped lightly on the lips of her slit. 

Tammy inhaled sharply. As if his touch had been a cue, her pussy went loose 
and pouted juicily. She wanted him to finger her button. The Master's middle 
finger skated on slippery wetness and dipped into the pink cleft. Tammy 
squirmed. She realized the Elixir was a sex drug! An aphrodisiac! Her sex 
button was itching like mad! She jerked her hips, trying to get his finger 
to rub it. 

He murmured, "She is a virgin. How provocative." 

Tammy was flushed with excitement. She gasped, "It isn't fair!" 

"But very nice." He stroked her clitoris, finally. 

Tammy went rigid. "Uhhh ... " Her belly sucked in and her thighs jerked open 
reflexively. The melting pleasure of an orgasm filled her. 

The Master took his hand away. His unusual prick was still rigid. He 
gestured to Lala. "Suck me for a moment." 

The slender blonde girl quickly obeyed. She knelt beside his hip, lowered 
her head and delicately licked the circle of fleshy pink nodules that ringed 
the head of his very big prick. 

He sighed ecstatically. He said, "Watch how she does it, Tammy. You'll be 
doing it soon enough." 

Tammy was still in the throes of the Elixir-induced lust. Her whole body now 
raged with a need for more pleasure, more sexual release. Tammy lifted her 
head and watched, spellbound, curious, repelled. 

Lala was now sliding her wide-open mouth down over the studded head, her 
tongue preceding her lips, flicking and stroking. 

The Master watched and groaned. "Suck," he whispered. "Suck!" 

Lala closed her lips on the rows of tiny flesh knots and slowly dipped her 
head further, and lifted, and dipped ... 

"Ahhhh ... " He writhed with undisguised ecstasy. 

Tammy uninhibitedly slipped her own fingers into her hot, wet slit. Her eyes 
rolled up as she panted into another orgasm. Her magnificent breasts rose 
and fell dramatically. Her nipples ached for attention. 

The Master cried, "Enough! Two minutes is about my limit." 

Lala lifted her mouth from his strange prick. The dozens of tiny pink 
growths were puffed and shiny wet. 

He turned his attention once again to Tammy. He smiled at her writhing, 
helpless lust. "Lala, show her what one girl can do for another." 

"Yes, Master!" Lala was eager. She moved to Tammy's far side and sucked a 
swollen nipple into her mouth. 

Tammy moaned weakly. She was so hot she literally couldn't see straight. 
Lust was like a fever in her. She was afraid of its power. 

Lala sucked both nipples and wrung soft mews of passion from Tammy. Then 
Lala took a signal from the Master and settled between Tammy's open legs. 
Tammy was rubbing her buttocks on the fur rug. She was panting. Lala pressed 
her lips against Tammy's dewing slit. Her tongue slipped inside. She licked 
upward inside the flushed groove. Tammy quivered and spasmed. 

The Master observed. "Good. She responds well. Tongue her off a few times, 
Lala. Then I will deflower her." 

Lala heard and did not stop her licking of Tammy's clitoris. Lala squirmed 
on the rug, too. 

Tammy was aware but unable to control her responses. The Elixir had 
overpowered her will. The things which were being done to her were dirty, 
according to her mother and father, but they felt so very good. 

Lala licked and licked and licked. She brought the trembling little girl to 
a moaning peak of sensation. Lala slid her hands up Tammy's sheened body and 
gently rubbed the stemlike pink nipples. She tenderly molded the full, 
rounded breasts. 

Tammy's lovely, rounded thighs closed on Lala's blonde head. Tammy managed 
to gasp, "Do it some more!" 

The Master smiled broadly. "One more time, Lala." 

Lala mouthed Tammy's slit as if she were eating a juicy piece of fruit. Her 
tongue reveled in the flowing secretions and sensitized tissues. 

Tammy undulated. She fastened half-conscious, pleasure-agonized green eyes 
on the Master. She panted, "I like it!" 

"You're supposed to. Give in to your enjoyment, Tammy." 

Lala pressed her mouth more fervently to Tammy's dripping slit. She moaned 
with her own excitement as she tongued the girl's vibrant clitoris. The 
Master cocked his head, then slipped out of his silk robe. He was smiling 
faintly. He knelt behind Lala. She knew he was there. She raised her ass and 
spread her knees. Her short lace micro-dress was no problem. 

He calmly put his hands on her hips and moved close. His noduled prick 
nudged into her exposed crotch to the damp mouth of her blonde pussy. He 
said, "I should lubricate my organ first-in you, dear Lala." 

Lala moaned against Tammy's slit and waggled her ass. She managed to press 
back onto his big, big prick while not losing tongue contact with Tammy's 
clitoris. 

The Master casually sank his prick deep into Lala's cunt. The 
fifteen-year-old quivered and keened in her throat. The Master sighed, "Ahh 
... " 

Tammy panted into still another climax. Her small hands clenched fistfuls of 
the white fur rug. Her pussy jumped against Lala's clinging mouth. 

The Master withdrew a few inches of shaft from Lala's open, vulnerable cunt, 
then slowly sank still deeper into her belly. Lala clutched Tammy's firm 
thighs. She lifted her head. "Oh, Master-OH ... OH!" She groveled. She 
pushed back against his fleshy belly. 

A sparkle of perspiration appeared on his broad forehead. He slowly pulled 
out of her. His long, thick, bumpy prick was coated with her juices. He said 
softly, "Now ... now, Tammy, I take your virginity!" His voice shook. 

Tammy heard but didn't comprehend. She was still in the seething grip of the 
Elixir. She lay restless amid the large pillows, breathing fast, wanting 
more of Lala's delicious mouth. But Lala moved aside. The Master lifted 
Tammy's hips and wedged a pillow under her. His large prick projected out to 
touch her inner thighs, her mound, her lower belly. Tammy looked up at 
him-looming over her-and fear curdled her insides. But still she wanted more 
sex. She felt his huge prick between her thighs and she cried, "No ... it's 
diseased! Something's wrong with it!" 

He laughed. "Something's very right with it, little Tammy. Each of these 
small bumps is a cluster of pleasure nerves ... like your little clitoris. 
So, when I am sucked or when I fuck-I receive vastly more sensation than an 
ordinary man. The pleasure is fantastic!" He carefully grasped the noduled 
shaft and guided the head into her wet slit. 

"I've never done it before!" 

"I know, Tammy. I know!" He pressed forward viciously. His eyes narrowed but 
glowed. 

Tammy felt her hymen being pressed inward, reaching the tearing point-giving 
way! Her shriek ripped from her contorted mouth. Her belly was suddenly, 
appallingly, terrifyingly full of prick! 

The Master's face was as contorted as hers. "I was the first!" His cheeks 
twitched. He absorbed greedily her expression as he pressed deeper into her 
virginal cunt. "Where no man has gone before!" 

Tammy wailed and thrashed but could not evade the ever-deeper invasion. She 
was engorged. She liked the feel of so much in her belly, yet it hurt so, 
and her opening was a ragged wound. A trickle of blood mixed with her lust 
secretions. 

The Master fucked her slowly. He shivered with pleasure. "So tight ... ahh 
... she grips me ... ahh ... " His big prick sank into her like a wet log. 

Tammy was in shock. The Elixir effect was secondary to the trauma of being 
fucked for the first time, under such bizarre conditions, so far from the 
familiar world and security and love she had known. She was, after all, only 
thirteen years old. 

She knew she was ruined. She sobbed brokenly. She had given up the struggle. 
The Master's frightening large and different prick was sawing in and out of 
her pussy, stuffing her till she hurt, then pulling back, rubbing her torn 
shreds of hymen with those nubs. The Master closed his eyes. He thrust far 
into her, quickly, again! He shuddered and gasped. He plunged, and plunged. 
Tammy wailed as she distinctly felt him shooting off in her. 

He slowed, stopped and opened his eyes. "Ahh, but that was a supreme 
moment." He pulled all the way out of her ravaged cunt. His prick was drippy 
with a thick, white fluid. He said, "Lala ... " But Lala was already bending 
over, already willingly licking his prick clean. She smacked her lips. 

Tammy hid her face. It was too much to accept! What an awful thing had 
happened to her! She rolled over onto her stomach and cried into the white 
fur. 

A few moments later, Lala took Tammy back to the bunk in the bedroom. She 
soothed Tammy and spread a sticky brown painkilling salve into Tammy's 
hurting pussy. 

Tammy sobbed, "I want to go home!" 

"You can't. The worst part is over now, I think. But they may have something 
special planned for you." 

"W-what? What's going to h-happen to me?" 

"I'm not sure. But whatever it is, you're always better off if you obey the 
Masters all the time! No matter what!" 

Chapter Four 

Through a break in the clouds Tammy saw that the jet was flying over water. 
She cried for hours. The pain in her pussy went away but she was still 
miserable and frightened. Then the jet banked and circled a small island. It 
drifted down to a landing on a short runway. 

Lala came back, unbuckled Tammy and gave her a brightly printed dress to 
wear. "Come on, this is where you'll live from now on." 

"Where are we?" Tammy pulled on the dress. 

"An island somewhere in the Caribbean. That's all I know. That's all any of 
us know." Lala led Tammy out of the jet and into a canvas-canopied electric 
cart driven by a man wearing a bright green uniform. He had a revolver in a 
closed holster on his hip. He wore big dark glasses and a wide-brimmed green 
jungle hat. The man didn't speak. He did look at Tammy and grin. He drove 
them to a large, stone-front, three-story house a mile from the airstrip. 

It was a mansion. Lala led Tammy inside, across a tiled reception hall, 
through a large dining room that was arranged in Roman style with a low 
marble table and a myriad of animal furs, pads and pillows ... and down a 
narrow yellow-carpeted hallway, past doors marked A, B, C, D, etc. Tammy had 
seen other boys and girls at a distance. Some looked odd. Lala opened the 
door and motioned Tammy in. "This is your bedroom. Nice, isn't it?" 

In spite of her apprehension and bewilderment, Tammy was impressed. It was a 
large room, luxuriously furnished, with a huge bed, a private bathroom, an 
air conditioner at one of the three wide windows. 

Lala said, "The doctor will visit you in a while, to check you over. He 
checks over all the new young people. He is a Secret Master, too, so 
remember, Tammy, do anything he says. Just anything! And don't argue!" 

Tammy pouted. "Are we slaves or something?" 

Lala nodded. "Sex slaves. Only some of us are more slave than others." She 
smiled and closed the door. 

Tammy heard the lock click. "No!" She tried the door. It was locked. She 
went to the windows. They were all closed and all key locked. The air 
conditioner was also locked into its frame. All she could see through the 
windows were neat hedges and wide, green lawns. She was a prisoner. And she 
was hungry. She found a bowl of apples, pears, bananas, and oranges on a 
bedside table. She ate quickly until her stomach was bloated. 

She sat on the bed and was bored. She was a sex slave! Tammy shivered. 
Kidnapped to an island where rich men would use her sexually any way they 
wanted! She chewed her lower lip. There were probably orgies and wild 
parties and all kinds of dirty things that went on! Tammy thought about 
using a chair or something to break a window and escape ... but where could 
she go? It was a small island and there were armed guards. 

Tammy decided to take a shower. An hour later, as she lay dozing on the bed, 
a key in the lock of her door instantly brought her eyes open. A thin man, 
bald, hawk-nosed, wearing a white smock, entered. Behind him came a young 
black nurse in a pale green uniform, carrying a medical tray with bottles 
and syringes and small boxes. Tammy sat up. "Who are you?" 

He ignored her words for a moment. He came to the bed and said, "Take off 
that dress." 

Tammy hesitated for a second, then pulled the print dress free of her 
buttocks and up and off her head. "Why are you going to examine me?" She 
hugged her knees modestly. 

"Stretch out!" 

Reluctantly, Tammy slowly lay back on the bed. She crossed her legs and 
arms. 

He sighed. "Dear child, I have to do some measurements and tests. Cooperate 
or you will be punished. I am a Master, and my assistant here is granted the 
same privileges over you." 

Tammy's heart was beating fast. "Are you going to do dirty things to me?" 

"Of course-after the measurements and tests. Now, open your legs." 

"Don't hurt me." She opened her legs. 

He put on sterile gloves and carefully examined her slit. He opened her with 
a cold implement and looked at her hymen. "Have to trim that later." He took 
a phallus-shaped instrument from the tray that trailed a thin rubber hose. 
He inserted it into Tammy's pussy. He pushed it very deep. 

Tammy whimpered as her belly flinched again. "It ... hurts." 

The doctor noted markings on the shaft of the phallus. "Nineteen 
centimeters." He smiled. "Quite a cunt for a thirteen-year-old." He attached 
the tube to a squeeze hand pump. He began pumping up the phallus which was 
so far into her. The thing expanded, became thicker and thicker inside her. 
Tammy's lovely green eyes widened. It was a weird sensation ... and was 
really beginning to hurt! 

The doctor stopped expanding the implement. It had distended her opening and 
channel to an astonishing degree. The end of it was as big around as a 
sixteen ounce pop bottle. He said to the note-taking nurse, "Six centimeter 
diameter. What's Jim's thickness?" 

The nurse flipped pages in a leather notebook. "Seven point two at his 
thickest." 

"That will be an interesting fuck, the first time." The doctor gazed 
speculatively at Tammy. He pressed fingers down into her belly and stomach. 
"Normal organ placement. X-rays tomorrow, of course. 

He let the air out of the inflated phallus embedded in Tammy. He withdrew 
it. He quickly took her blood pressure, and the nurse took blood samples. He 
thumped her chest and back. "Lord, what a fine pair of tits!" He listened to 
her heart. "Excellent!" He handed Tammy a small, sterile bottle. "Hop in the 
bathroom and pee in this. I need a urine sample." 

When Tammy returned with the little bottle full and warm in her hand, the 
nurse took it, capped it, and labeled it. 

Tammy risked asking, "What's going to happen to me?" 

He laughed. "Ahh ... you're going to be improved, my dear. Embellished. A 
bit of superior interior decoration." 

The nurse said, "I almost envy her." 

The doctor glanced at the nurse. "Not happy with your special alterations, 
Helen?" 

"Oh, yes, Master!" 

"Considering your lesbian nature ... " 

"I love what you did for me, Master!" 

Tammy asked fearfully, "You going to cut me open?" 

"Stop asking questions!" The doctor roamed his hands over Tammy's large, 
out-thrusting breasts. He squeezed her nipples between thumbs and 
forefingers. He palmed the fat contours. "Number Six is a great scout. He 
finds some lovely girls for us, I must admit." 

The nurse added, "All virgins until they take a ride in his plane." 

"His prerogative. He is rightfully first into their cunt." The doctor pushed 
Tammy over onto her stomach. He ran his hands over her small, taut, rounded 
buttocks. "But here is my hole. I'll take this virginity!" 

Tammy understood. She tried to scramble away. 

He was too quick. He grabbed her and drew her back. He said to the nurse, 
"Discipline egg!" 

Tammy yelled, "That's icky-that's ugly! I don't want you to!" 

The doctor took an egg-shaped object made of stainless steel from the nurse. 
He quickly, adroitly, stuffed it up into Tammy's cunt. Tammy squalled and 
fought. She didn't know what it was. But she knew it was something awful and 
perverted I These were bad people! She began to cry again. "I don't like it 
here! I want to go home!" She hated being naked in front of dirty old people 
like this. 

The nurse took up a plastic case the size of a TV remote control. She 
punched a button. A paralyzing sheet of pain seized Tammy's belly! She 
shrieked and doubled up. It lasted only a few seconds. When it stopped, she 
went limp, gasping, whimpering. 

The doctor said, "Tammy, you will do exactly as I say from now on or the 
punishment egg will be turned again! Do you understand? Stop sniveling! Do 
you understand?" 

Tammy lifted her tear-streaked face from the bed. She raised terror-filled 
eyes. She nodded and struggled to quiet her sobs. She could feel the thing 
in her pussy, cold and round and horrible. Anything was better than that 
awful pain! 

"Good." The doctor began undressing. "Say, 'Yes, Master.'" 

"Y-yes, Master." 

Tammy watched with dreadful fascination. Would he have a knobby prick, too, 
like that first Secret Master? Tammy blushed when she saw his prick. She 
shivered with fear. It was as big as the other one ... and it had even more 
pink bumps on it! He was naked; slightly potbellied, thin-shanked, bald, 
with his weird prick sticking out straight from his loins. 

He ordered: "Up on your hands and knees, Tammy! That's right." He snapped 
his fingers. The nurse squeezed some ointment from a tube and put it on his 
fingers. He worked it into the crease of Tammy's firm buttocks. "Like smooth 
melons ... nice, nice silky melons ... nothing like big round tits and tight 
little asses ... " His slick finger probed into Tammy's puckered little 
anus. Into the tight, resisting channel, pressing through the clenching ring 
of the sphincter. He fingerfucked her in the ass. 

Tammy flushed and hid her face against a pillow. She couldn't bear to let 
the nurse see her face. Actually, his fingerfucking her there brought a kind 
of good feeling. But Tammy was ashamed. 

"Now-all ready." He reared up behind her. He worked his shiny, noduled 
prickhead into her slippery crevice. Tammy bit her lower lip. Why did the 
nurse have to watch? The Master sighed with pleasure as he grazed a few 
prickhead nodules against her enclosing ass cheeks. He found the small, 
puckered anus. He gritted his teeth and pushed! 

Tammy howled as the big head lodged in the forced ring of anal muscles. The 
muscles were stretched, slightly torn, and strained to close. Without 
thinking, Tammy fell forward flat to get away from the pain. She escaped the 
Master's prick. He cursed. The nurse pressed the button and Tammy shrieked 
with agony as her cunt exploded with pain. 

The Master gritted, "Up, Tammy. Don't do that again, or you'll be in hell 
for a lot longer than that last shot from the egg!" 

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ... Don't let her make it hurt again. Please!" 

"Obey me, then!" 

"Yes, Master!" 

Tammy raised her ass up quickly. Her mind was still shivering from that 
terrible blaze of pain in her vitals. She braced her hands on the bedboard 
to take his thrust into her ass. She wept and tried to stifle her watery 
sobs. 

He smiled. "This time the ram goes through." He caressed her satiny ass 
cheeks. His hands slid onto her hips and gripped her there. 

Tammy waited, trembling, crying. Why was this awful thing happening to her? 
She prayed and promised she would be good and never make her mother and 
father angry. She'd always get good grades, she'd never fool around with her 
pussy in bed, she'd never- 

The Master shoved his prickhead into her anus again. He stayed that way, 
savoring her gasps and quivering thighs. He said, "This is the first time 
anyone's ever fucked you in the ass, isn't it?" 

"Y-yes! Yes, Master!" Tammy abjectly hung her head between her arms. Her 
long red hair tented around her face. Her breasts hung down like overripe 
fruit, wobbling, jostling each other as she sucked erratic gulps of air. 

His eyes half lidded. He worked his prick into her rectum, with short, 
deepening jabs. He hissed with ecstasy as his extra-pleasure centers-the 
pink nodules on his prick--slid through her spasming anus. Tammy endured the 
pain and humiliation-she had to. His prick felt like a huge turd in her 
rectum. And it was gradually working inward, into her colon, going deeper 
and deeper. She was sure his prick would meet some real shit if it hadn't 
already. Her face flamed and she felt disgust. How could he like doing this? 

The Master was sighing and groaning with enjoyment. He pushed his prick 
further into her colon and did meet some yielding softness. The clustered 
nerve endings in the small nodes sank into the half-formed turd in her guts. 
He thrust harder and deeper, seeking more of that enthralling pleasure. He 
was snorting and plunging. Tammy was hurting badly as her sphincter was 
rubbed raw inside. The bumps on his prick were enjoying the contact, but she 
was in near agony. 

The Master had it all in her ass, now. His belly smacked her buttocks. She 
felt his balls swinging into her crotch. His prick was a great log moving in 
her guts. Then he seemed to go mad with rapture as he pulled her back onto 
his plunging weapon. His cries were intense, special screams. Tammy knew he 
was squirting his stuff into her bowels, mixing it all up with the already 
churned shit. She wanted to die. She knew this would be done to her again 
... a lot. All kinds of shameful things would be done ... and she would he 
forced to do awful things. 

The Master went through a series of minor convulsive shudders. He gradually 
pulled back. His prick was now a soft tube, the nodes also smaller and 
softened. Tammy almost felt empty when the last inch left her rectum. She 
collapsed. 

The nurse came forward and said, "This salve will make you heal very fast 
and end the pain." Her finger applied the same stuff Lala had used on 
Tammy's hymen. 

The Master said, "Use her if you like, Helen." 

"Oh, I will, Master. Thank you." 

Tammy rolled into a ball. She pressed her small fists to her wet eyes. 

The young black nurse said, "Open up, Tammy. I have to get the egg out of 
you." 

Tammy willingly opened her legs. The nurse probed Tammy's pussy, her fingers 
sliding in and working the spheroid into her waiting palm. Her thumb seemed 
to accidentally rotate briefly on Tammy's clitoris. But instead of putting 
the punishment egg, away, suddenly the nurse popped it into Tammy's 
unsuspecting anus! Tammy grunted with pain and surprise. She looked wildly 
at the grinning nurse and smiling Master. 

The Master toyed with the control. "Behave now, little girl. Do exactly as 
Helen says." 

Tammy's fearful gaze switched from him to the control to the nurse. Helen 
undressed. She was in her late teens, with small, pointy chocolate breasts 
and purple nipples. Her teeth were very white when she smiled. She said, as 
she stepped out of her pale green panties, "I'm a girl who loves girls, 
Tammy. Like men love girls, you dig?" She reached to a long box on the 
medical tray she had brought into the room. She opened the box and took out 
a long, fat brown rubber prick, with straps attached. 

Tammy's eyes widened as never before. It was an odd-looking thing: it seemed 
to have two electrical-like plugs sticking out of the base. And the head of 
it was of a different material ... a silvery metal. Helen stepped into the 
straps and pulled the dildo up into position. 

The Master said proudly, "Tammy, Helen is one of my prize jobs. Show her 
what I did for you." 

Helen climbed onto the bed and sat cross-legged. Her mound was shaved clean 
of hair. Her purple-lipped slit pouted open. She used her fingers to pull 
the lips wide apart. She said, "The Master cut off my fun button and 
connected the nerves up to two plugs ... see?" 

Tammy gaped. There were two little silvery holes in a small plastic plate 
which was miraculously set way deep into her vulva, over her cunt hole. 

The Master bragged, "Found a way to make the flesh accept that composition. 
They're grown together now. It's part of her now. No rejection." 

Helen took the brown rubber prick and plugged the base prongs into the jacks 
embedded in her vulva. "Uh! Crazy. Now I've got a nine-inch cock." She 
adjusted the straps to hold it in place. She stroked the silvery metal head. 
She smiled lewdly. "I feel with this now, Tammy. When I ram this mother into 
your cunt, I'm going to feel it, just like a man would feel it." 

Tammy appealed to the Master. "I-I was just-on the plane. The other Master 
did it. I still hurt there." 

He went, "Tsk, tsk." 

Tammy turned apprehensive eyes to the huge brown and silver artificial prick 
that projected up from Helen's pussy. "It's so big. It's bigger than 
anything!" 

The Master laughed. "No, not by a long shot. You haven't seen Jim. You will 
tonight." He rubbed his thumb on the pain control. "Now you obey Helen, or 
... " 

Tammy became acutely conscious of the punishment egg lodged in her rectum. 
She could not forget it. The knowledge of the pain it could inflict was an 
icy fear in her mind. 

Helen said, "Watch me fuck her, Master. I'm going to come a dozen times!" 

Tammy quailed but didn't dare say another word. She watched in dread as the 
black girl pushed her legs open and smeared more salve into her slit. The 
salve acted as a lubricant and a sensation deadener. Then the silver-headed 
prick was positioned-and thrust! 

Helen's negroid face twisted with pleasure. "Ohhh, shit, that's good." She 
had seven inches of the brown rubber shaft in Tammy's cunt. 

Tammy lay on her back, legs wide, her mouth an O as she experienced the size 
of the thing and was double possessed-with the big egg in her rectum sharing 
her abdomen. 

Helen dragged the prick back and thrust in again. "I like it tight, too, 
sweetie! More tight, more I feel!" She looked up at the Master. "Oh, thank 
you, Master!" 

"Fuck her good and fast, Helen. I haven't got all day." 

"Ummm ... um ... um ... um ... um!" Helen stroked the prick in and out with 
coiled-spring moves of her brown hips. She panted to a climax and kept on 
thrusting. "Oh ... yes ... UM ... UM!" She didn't care at all about Tammy. 

Tammy was stretched to her limit. The prick was reaching up almost to her 
belly button, she thought, and it brought a flare of pain with each maximum 
penetration. Her entrance was dead to feeling, but her insides were alive 
and hurting. She knew it wasn't natural-this queer girl and this weird prick 
that she plugged into herself. But there was nothing Tammy could do. Not 
even cry much, now, for fear of the excruciating pain that lay in waiting in 
her ass if she offended the Master. So Tammy endured the shameful, unnatural 
fucking with her teeth chewing her lower lips, her eyes closed, her head 
turned away. Tammy prayed for it to end soon. 

The Master sat on the edge of the bed, watching critically. He idly fingered 
his soft prick. Helen's brown face mottled as she gasped into her third 
orgasm within three minutes. Her hips reared like a well-oiled machine. Her 
dildo prick plunged and plunged and plunged. Helen pulled the dildo all the 
way out of Tammy's cunt. "Oh, sweet John Henry, what a groove!" She moved up 
and straddled Tammy's waist. She used the dildo to caress Tammy's nipples. 

Tammy watched, not knowing what would happen next, afraid ... 

"Suck my cock, sweetie!" Helen directed the silver head to Tammy's lips. 
Tammy made a face. The metal was wet with her own vaginal juice. The thought 
made her sick. She turned her face away-AND SHRIEKED! Her abdomen boiled 
with flaming agony! It ended. She went limp, slack-jawed and dull-eyed. She 
sobbed pathetically. 

The Master said lightly, "You forgot again." 

Helen inched further up Tammy's body. She pushed the silver head of her 
prick into Tammy's unresisting lips. Tammy's ass still pulsed with lingering 
pain, echoes of nerve reactions ... "Suck my cock!" Helen pushed thick 
inches down into Tammy's straining mouth. Tammy sucked. The metal head 
tasted icky and aluminum bitter. But she sucked. She licked the smooth round 
end with her agile little tongue and swallowed the resulting evil-tasting 
saliva. 

Helen was ecstatic. "She's learning, Master. Oooo ... " 

Tammy was glad of Helen's words. The pain wouldn't come again now. She would 
do anything to avoid that terrible pain. 

"That's enough ... You've got lab work to do and I've got to take a shot for 
tonight's orgy." The Master got off the bed. 

Helen hurriedly withdrew her prick from Tammy's mouth. She quickly pulled it 
free of her jacks and pushed the straps off her hips. 

"Don't forget the egg." 

As Helen dug into Tammy's anus with two fingers, and pulled out the metal 
egg, the Master said to Tammy, "You'll be prepared for the orgy in a few 
hours. 

"Remember, the egg will be ready if you don't obey everyone, tonight. You 
will be used to the full limits of your present capacities." 

The Master and Helen left Tammy's room. The door was locked. Tammy cried and 
cried and cried. 

Chapter Five 

Tammy had dozed off again, curled into a fetal position on the rumpled bed, 
her thumb in her mouth. It was night when she awakened in her dark room to 
the scraping sound of a key in the lock. She was still naked. She pulled the 
bedspread over her breasts and hips. She apprehensively watched the door 
open. 

Two young girls entered. One of them turned on the lights. The other carried 
a shimmering, red, translucent dress on a hanger, with matching red satin 
slippers. The taller girl at the light switch lisped, "Hi! I'm Janey and 
that'th Cathy. She can't make thenth when she talkth, 'cause of what they 
did to her, tho pleath don't athk her anything." 

Tammy looked at Cathy. The girl was short and cute, in a see-through aqua 
microdress that showed big, loose, soft white breasts. Her hair was a mass 
of brown curls cut close to her head. But there was something wrong with her 
face: her cheeks were puffed and creased. 

The other girl, Janey, closed and locked the door with a key on a silver 
chain around her neck. Her golden blonde hair was in a ponytail. She wore 
silver mesh hotpants and a wide-knit yellow top that let her small, 
stick-out red nipples poke through. A boxy silver purse hung from a shoulder 
chain. She said, "We're here to dreth you and get you ready for the orgy. 
You're to be prethented to the Matherth tonight. All the new girls are." 

Cathy hung up the dress. She went into the bathroom. 

Tammy asked, "How long have you been here?" 

Janey came to the bed. She said, "Over two yearth." Her eyes were haunted. 
"But girlth don't latht long, uthually. The Mathterth always want new 
girlths and different thingth to do." 

Cathy started water gushing into the bathtub. 

Janey opened her purse. She took out a tube of the special healing salve. 
"Do you hurt down there?" She pointed at Tammy's crotch. 

"Not really. Why can't you talk right? Did they do something to you, too?" 

Janey stuck out her tongue. Its tip was a mass of pleasure nodes. She said, 
smiling, "I like to talk. It makth me like to do other thingth with my 
tongue too." 

"Tammy shivered. "What are they going to do to me?" 

Janey hesitated. She looked sad. "I can't tell you. Itth thpethial." 

"Please tell me!" 

Janey shook her head. "I don't dare. I'd get the egg." She pulled the 
bedspread from Tammy's hands and looked at Tammy's body. "You're built. The 
Mathterth love girlth with big boobth." 

Janey touched one of Tammy's breasts. "Very nith." Her fingertips rubbed 
over the nipple. "I like to kith and lick nice thmooth boobth like thith." 

Janey bent over and flicked out her noduled tongue. Tammy was sorry for 
Janey and Cathy. Tammy didn't think one girl kissing and licking another 
girl's breasts was right. But she let Janey do it. She watched the 
odd-looking tongue dance on her nipples and was surprised at how good it 
felt. Janey's hands were patting and feeling Tammy's rounded fullness, too, 
and pushing the lush flesh this way and that. 

Tammy asked, "How old are you?" 

"Fifteen. Cathy ith fourteen." 

"When do they let the girls go home?" 

"They don't. Girlth never go home. They-" Janey shook her head. "I can't 
thay anymore." 

"What did they do to the other girl-Cathy?" 

"She'th got an extra tongue and thome thpethial muthleth in her cheekth. 
Come on, got to give you a bath." 

Tammy was full of questions, but Janey wouldn't answer anymore, then. She 
and Cathy bathed Tammy, then dried her, powdered her, and took her back to 
the bed. 

Janey said, "I have to put thome more of thith thaive in you." 

Cathy made an awful gobbling sound. She looked appealingly to Janey. She 
touched Tammy's left nipple. 

Janey shrugged. "Cathy wanth to thuck your boobths, I think. Why don't you 
let her, a little bit?" 

"All right." Tammy tried not to show her revulsion as Cathy's mouth opened 
as the small girl smiled. 

Cathy's teeth were all gone. There were two noduled tongues in her mouth, or 
one big tongue split to make a sandwich effect ... and as that mouth 
fastened on Tammy's nipple, a suction was built up to draw the nipple and 
areola in deeper, and special added jaw and cheek muscles came into action. 
The two tongues worked together. Cathy's mouth had been reconstructed for 
one purpose-sucking and tonguing! 

Tammy began to perceive how terrible were the Secret Masters. To do this to 
a sweet little girl! Just for their increased pleasure! So they could enjoy 
unnatural sensations. They even had their own sex organs altered to 
accomplish this. Tammy gasped with the horror of it-and with the repulsive, 
yet intensely exciting hot tickling that Cathy's monstrously changed mouth 
brought to her breast. 

Janey said resentfully, "They make doing dirty thinth feel good for uth. 
They don't have to forth uth after we get fixed." 

Tammy hadn't even imagined having her nipple sucked could feel this good! 
Cathy's mouth was something else! Tammy squirmed and breathed through her 
mouth. She settled back on the bed. 

Janey glanced at a small, jeweled watch on her wrist. She trailed her 
fingers along Tammy's inner thigh. "I like to lick a girl'th puthy, too." 
She smiled almost shyly. "Want me to lick yourth?" 

Tammy nodded. She couldn't help wanting it. Cathy's mouth and tongues were 
driving her wild. Tammy told herself it didn't matter. She sensed there 
weren't any morals at all in this place, with the Secret Masters or with the 
other people on the island. Tammy opened her legs and Janey's bumpy tongue 
was into her pussy right away. 

Tammy curiously watched the two girls sucking and licking her body and 
noticed them shivering and twitching, too, with excitement and pleasure ... 
from those sensitized nodes on their tongues. Cathy and Janey got a lot out 
of it! 

Tammy became very embarrassed. She closed her eyes tight and wanted to 
resist the climax that was creeping all hot and nice into her belly. But she 
couldn't keep it from shaking her and melting inside her and feeling so 
strong! She writhed and moaned. Cathy and Janey moaned, too, in muted, 
quieter ways. Then almost in unison they lifted their mouths from Tammy. 
Janey consulted her watch. "Time to dreth you now." 

After Tammy had put on the see-through red dress and put on the matching 
slippers, Janey and Cathy brushed and combed and styled Tammy's long red 
hair. When they were finished, Janey unlocked the door and she and Cathy 
each took one of Tammy's hands and led her out of the room, down the hall, 
and finally to the entranceway of the Roman-style dining room. 

Chapter Six 

The large dining room was alive with sound and activity. There were five 
clusters of people: a Secret Master lounging amid a welter of pillows beside 
the low marble table, and his young girl and boy slaves. Each Master had at 
least one girl serving him food, handing him a crystal goblet of wine or 
other-liquid, a boy or girl to feed him from a plate, and one or two Masters 
had someone engaged in sex with him. 

Tammy was amazed. The sight was like something out of a movie. A stereo 
system wafted soft string music through the big room. There was loud talk 
between the Masters, muted side talk to the slaves, and whispering between 
the slaves. All the slaves wore sexy, revealing garments, even the boys, 
whose pricks were often swinging free and available from specially designed 
shorts or pants. 

Tammy's eyes were wide as she gazed around. She saw a woman Secret Master! 
The woman was obviously old in spite of a wig and flowing purple robes; her 
hands were like claws and age spots speckled her skin. Tammy was dry-mouthed 
with fear. 

Janey said to Tammy, "The Masters drew lots to see who would get you first 
tonight. Master number one won you." Janet towed Tammy into the room, toward 
a stocky man who looked at least sixty. 

Cathy went to the woman Secret Master, who had gestured imperiously and 
called. 

Janey whispered to Tammy, "Remember, obey any Master, no matter what he 
wants you to do!" She pulled Tammy to the Master's group. 

The girls waited for him to finish chewing a piece of lobster forked into 
his mouth by a petite, breastless, black-haired girl who looked barely nine 
or ten years old. He rolled his bright blue eyes toward Janey and Tammy. He 
smiled widely as he chewed. His orange robes were open and another little 
girl was massaging his big, noduled prick with handfuls of whipped cream. A 
third little girl stood by attentively with a goblet of greenish fluid. He 
swallowed leisurely. "Ah, Janey, is this Tammy? Of course she is. I've heard 
stories of those lovely breasts. Come here, Tammy. By my side. Are you 
hungry? Sit. Eat. Get a plate of turkey and some yams and the spring peas 
for her!" 

A "spare" child sprang to obey. The marble table was loaded down the center 
with platters of food. 

"Janey, go to Master Ten now." 

Tammy sat beside the Master. He drew her closer. He smelled of perfume and 
food and his breath was minty. Tammy watched Janey walk to the next Secret 
Master, a grossly fat man who was lying back, almost obscured by a mass of 
pillows and attentive slaves. He obviously liked boys. 

Tammy's present Master put an arm around her. He closed his hand on her left 
breast. He lightly rubbed the sheer silken material of her red dress over 
the jutting globe. "Yes, of course ... perfect." He quivered every few 
seconds as the child who was attending to his prick slathered on another gob 
of thick whipped cream and squeezed it over and among the swollen, excited 
nodes. His fingertip rolled her nipple through the dress. "Give Tammy a 
drink! Elixir! She hasn't had hers yet." 

A girl child with snapping black eyes leaped to pour a glassful of yellow 
liquid. She handed it to Tammy. "Drink deep!" 

Tammy drank a quick mouthful. The liquid was a thinner, watered Elixir, but 
the taste was still the same. The child returned with a big plate of food 
for Tammy who ate and drank and watched. The Master continued to idly fondle 
her left breast. 

Tammy saw the doctor, who was also a Secret Master, across the table. Helen 
was with him, with three other boys and girls. Helen's plug-in silver-ended 
brown prick was sticking up out of her shimmering emerald robe. And there-at 
the end of the table-was the Secret Master who had taken her cherry on the 
plane ... only hours ago! ... with Lala and a boy who seemed older than 
most. Tammy looked again at the boy. He shifted position. His prick was like 
a pole! It stuck out stiffly to a point a few inches past his knees! It 
looked as big around as his arm! And there were rings of bumps on it, too! 

Tammy jumped as her Master's laughter bubbled next to her ear. "Spotted Jim, 
eh? Big boy, isn't he?" More laughter, obscenely shaded with lewdness. 
"You'll get to know him in a few weeks." 

Tammy shivered with dread. Something awful was planned for her. All the 
hints ... all the secrecy. She wanted to get up and run from these terrible 
old people, but there was a green-uniformed guard at the wide entranceway 
door. She wanted to plead and cry ... but she saw a punishment egg nearby on 
the table, resting in a velvet nest. A constant, obvious reminder to all the 
boys and girls. Tammy felt the beginning warmth of the Elixir in her belly. 
She drank more and more. Why not enjoy it? Why not? Why not? 

The Master waved away the girl who had beer, caressing his prick with 
whipped cream. He tightened his grip on Tammy's left breast. "Tammy, do you 
want a dessert now? I see you've cleaned up your plate." His tone was 
superior and arrogantly playful. 

Tammy hated him. She knew what he wanted-what he would command her to 
do-because his prick was sticking up, throbbing, an ugly pink-knobbed club 
between his flaccid white thighs. Some imp of lingering rebellion made her 
say, "I hate dessert! I hate whipped cream! It makes me sick!" 

"Does it?" His voice was mild. "I wonder if I can't change your taste, and 
your preferences." He snapped his fingers and pointed. 

All the girls had gaped at Tammy. One little girl sprang to the table and 
grabbed the punishment egg. She stared at Tammy with incredulity as she 
brought it to her Master. 

Tammy instantly regretted her outburst. "Please, Master, I didn't mean it! I 
forgot!" 

He held the egg in his palm. "Nonsense! Of course you meant it. You were 
simply testing me. And of course, your will is not yet quite broken 
completely. I don't mind punishing you. It is my duty and my pleasure." He 
smiled at his other slaves. "You see, I must show the others I am fair; I 
cannot let you get away with insolence if they cannot and could not. All the 
girls and boys here have tasted the egg." He turned again to Tammy. "Open 
your mouth!" 

"Oh, please, no-" 

The Master pressed the egg between her lips. He forced it fully into her 
mouth. Fear and dread leaped in Tammy's eyes. She saw his other hand dip 
into a pocket of his robe. Her head was shattered by a lightning bolt of 
pain! She convulsed and went limp, barely conscious. The egg fell out of her 
mouth. When Tammy could see straight and sit up, with full control of her 
body, a moment later, she had a terrible headache. 

Her Master said, "Now, Tammy, you will enthusiastically lick the whipped 
cream from my lovely cock, sucking and tonguing me until I go off. 

"And of course," he added, "when I go off in your mouth you will swallow 
what I shoot. You will swallow it all, and you will not let any dribble down 
and get away to stain my robe." He patted her hair. "Isn't that right, 
Tammy?" 

"Yes, Master." 

"You've never sucked off a man before, have you?" 

"No, Master." Tammy didn't think Helen's rubber prick counted. 

"I will have your mouth's virginity. Good. Do you want me to shoot in your 
mouth, Tammy?" 

There was only the barest hint of hesitation. "Yes, Master." 

"Begin, then." 

Tammy groveled to a position between his legs. A headache was splitting her 
skull but she had to endure it. She filled her small hands with his sticky, 
whipped-cream coated prick. She carefully lowered her head and extended her 
tongue and licked his wrinkled scrotum. He leaned far back into the pillows. 
He accepted a piece of lobster from one child, a sip of wine from another. 

Tammy could think of nothing but pleasing him. Her mind was still jangled by 
the instant of endless pain from the egg. She licked clean his balls. She 
licked up onto the shaft of his prick. She was in the most abject position, 
doing the most abject thing she could imagine. But she could not resist. The 
egg ... the pain! Tammy licked around his prick until she had the base wet 
and clean of all traces of the sticky, sweet, gooey whipped cream. The 
warmth of the Elixir in her stomach was spreading ... sending rivers of heat 
to her pussy and her breasts. 

Tammy licked more enthusiastically. She couldn't help herself. The powerful 
aphrodisiac was driving away her headache. She carefully handled the prick 
that pulsed against her lips and cheeks. She licked the first 
super-sensitive nodule of shiny pink tissue. 

The Master's prick jumped against her mouth and tongue. He went "Mmm ... " 
in approval. 

Tammy breathed fast through her mouth. She closed her yes and licked faster. 
The whipped cream tasted good. The warmth in her pussy urged her to win the 
Master's greater approval. Her breasts began to burn and her nipples, erect, 
hard, ached demandingly. Tammy wanted to straddle the Master's leg and rub 
her dripping slit on his knee, but didn't dare. She moaned with excitement 
and need and mouthed the side of his prick and licked the knoblets of flesh 
and worked feverishly now to clean his prick so she could suck. 

In her right mind she knew ... she knew ... she would have blushed with 
terrible shame at even the idea of sucking an old man like this, with an 
ugly prick like this. But she was in a different world now-with different 
rules. 

Only the head of his prick now was coated and streaked with a residue of 
whipped cream. Tammy held his big, noduled prick carefully in both soft 
little hands and eyes still closed, afire with artificially induced lust, 
groaned as she spread her hot young lips over the purplish head and took it 
deep into her suctioning mouth. Tammy hardly knew what she was doing. She 
didn't care. Better the Master's prick than that terrible egg! She panted 
and sucked and sucked! She moaned with her need to make him shoot. The 
Master had to be pleased! The reinforced memory of those terrible blazes of 
agony lurked in her brain. 

Tammy's legs found a pillow. She squirmed it higher between her thighs-into 
her crotch-and fucked the pillow's fringed edge as she sucked the Master. 
She heard the Master cry, "Ahh ... she sucks like a veteran! Ahh ... yes! 
With the tongue, Tammy ... around and around with the tongue ... " 

She swirled her pink little tongue around the rim of his prick's head in the 
depths of her wide-open mouth. Around that noduled rim. "AHHHH ... " His 
prick leaped in her mouth. Thick fluid spurted into her throat. Tammy almost 
reared back with gagging horror. Then fear kept her mouth full of the 
Master's shooting prick. She swallowed the stuff and was amazed to find it 
tasted good-like strawberry syrup! 

Tammy sucked with even more willingness. She took the last few drops from 
his pumping organ and wanted more. She squirmed against the pillow clamped 
between her thighs. She kept sucking the Master's prick. She would suck 
until he told her to stop! 

"Enough! You learned well, Tammy." He pulled her up beside him. The Master 
noted her flushed face and wet slit. "Ah, the Elixir is working, umm?" 

He crooked a finger at one of the little girls. "Emerald, apply your sweet 
little mouth and tongue to Tammy's cunt for a while ... until she tells you 
to stop." 

The child handed the goblet of wine she was holding to a little boy and 
quickly wormed between Tammy's legs. Tammy had a brief thought about the sin 
of using little children for sex this way ... but her need washed it out. 
And there was nothing she could do but let it happen. It was the Master's 
desire! 

Tammy opened her thighs wide and let the child's mouth fasten like a leech 
to her hairless pussy. Tammy sucked a quick breath as the little girl's 
tongue entered her slit and flitted over and around her swollen clitoris. 
Another hot melting of sweet pleasure was coming! 

The Master put an arm around Tammy. "There are rewards for skilled and 
obedient slaves, you see. We Masters are generous and pleasant men and 
women. We ask only that you obey." 

He took a goblet of the sweet Elixir and pressed it to Tammy's lips. "Drink. 
I want to see you sink into unbridled lust. Abandon yourself, Tammy. Let 
this first night among us here on the island be a memorable occasion." 

Tammy took swallow after swallow of the potent aphrodisiac. The heated 
urgency in her cunt became acute. Tammy undulated her juicy slit against the 
little girl's mouth. Tammy panted into a powerful orgasm. She whimpered 
helplessly. When the rush of sensation had passed she was left with the same 
incredible need for release. She did not tell the child to stop licking. 

The Master said, "Ah, the show begins. Watch, Tammy. Master number Three is 
a master surgeon. His work is fantastic." 

Boys and girls, some from each cluster of slaves, were clearing the marble 
table. Two incredible twin girls walked naked to the table and stepped up 
onto it. Or-were they boys? Their hair was shiny black, drawn back tight to 
a bun. 

Tammy blinked and stared. The identical twins had nice, full breasts, narrow 
waists, wide, curving, womanly hips ... and each also had a big, fat, 
noduled prick sticking out from her loins. Tammy looked hard. Each girl also 
had a slit! But on one girl the prick was growing (really growing, not a 
dildo!) from below her cleft. On her sister, the prick was growing from the 
top of her cleft. There was no sack of balls hanging from the base of either 
prick. 

Tammy was taken by another surge of molten sensation in her own loins. She 
threw her head back and gave herself to the sparkling pleasure. The child 
who was eating her was making wet, sloppy sounds. Tammy forced herself to 
say, "Stop it ... for a while." She pushed the child's head away. Her eyes 
remained on the twin sisters on the table. 

The girls kissed passionately. Their breasts were rising and falling. Their 
nipples were like ripened berries. Their hands were doubly busy-stroking 
each other's long, thick prick, and also toying with each other's slit. 

The Secret Master said, "Get your dress off, Tammy." 

Tammy immediately pulled the see-through red dress off. He took possession 
of her lush breasts with his fondling hands. He whispered, "Of course this 
act will arouse me and I think I'll fuck you when the time comes." 

"Yes, Master." 

The girls on the table were becoming more and more intent and passionate. 
They stroked each other's prick. They finger-fucked each other. They kissed 
and intertwined tongues. 

The Master said to Tammy, "Watch them! You'll never see the like of this 
anywhere in the world! This is absolutely unique. I wish I could see it with 
new eyes each time." 

The twins joined together ... hands guided pricks-they kissed, rubbed 
breasts and fucked each other! Standing with feet widespread, glued together 
face to face, they fucked. Their pricks slid deep, their bellies smacked. 
They gasped and grunted and kissed without restraint. 

Tammy was burning with desire. Her heated breasts felt bloated and the 
Master's caressing hands were driving her wild. Tammy's cunt was molten with 
a need to be filled. She knew her torn hymen would hurt some, in spite of 
the magical healing properties of the brown salve, but she didn't care. 
Tammy boldly put her hand on the Master's prick. It was like a warted hose 
in her small hand. She rubbed some of the nodes lightly with her fingertips. 
Her cunt itched inside. 

The twins fucked faster and harder. Wild cries of ecstasy were torn from 
their mouths as they kissed. Their pricks were dripping with each other's 
cunt juice. Their loins made squishy sounds as they bumped violently 
together. 

Under Tammy's touch, the Master's prick expanded dramatically. Within a 
minute it was as rigid and hard as before. He was delighted. "I like 
initiative in sex by the slaves. It's a rare quality. So often the egg kills 
initiative when it kills willfulness." He opened his robe further. He told 
Tammy what he wanted her to do. 

Tammy straddled his hips, facing the table, so that he could look over her 
shoulder while she watched the twins as she was fucking him. Tammy was 
open-mouthed with lust. She watched, fascinated, as the girls shuddered in 
simultaneous orgasms. Their pricks did not shoot. They stayed hard ... and 
the girls did not stop. 

Tammy settled back against the clammy, flabby chest of the Master. She 
didn't have to make the insertion. A child slave was kneeling, ready, 
waiting. The Master's prick was rearing up between her open thighs, nudging 
her belly. Tammy quivered as the Master molded her aching breasts with both 
hands. Her nipples were like burning fuses. She lifted herself up. The child 
guided the Master's big, bumpy prick into Tammy's slippery crotch-into the 
gaping slit. 

Tammy took him. She sank down on the thick shaft. She stretched herself and 
felt pain and felt the odd sensation of the nodes grazing her inner walls. 
She gasped and writhed as the last inches were crammed up into her distended 
cunt. The Master's prick throbbed in her belly, and each throb was a pulse 
of heavenly sensation for her. 

Tammy couldn't believe what she was doing. So much had happened to her in 
twenty-four hours! And yet her thirteen-year-old mind and body did believe 
and did accept. Even the weird, freakish sex act being performed before her 
eyes on the table. 

Tammy rose and fell on the big prodding prick in her vitals. The bulk helped 
the deep itch in her hungry cunt. The Master's prickhead rubbed a sensitive 
spot deep in her belly. The Elixir made her aware of such inner needs ... It 
was awakening her young sexuality. The Elixir was triggering her in ways 
nature had not scheduled so soon. Tammy panted as her clitoris was pulled 
into sliding, slithering contact with the Master's studded shaft. 

The Master was holding her tighter and tighter. He was groaning and 
shivering. His old hands clutched her full young breasts. Tammy rose and 
fell as fast as she could. She gripped her ankles and pushed up to help her 
movement. Her own Elixir-fueled lust drove her. She sucked air and whimpered 
as golden heat blossomed in her belly. She felt the Master's prick jerk in 
her tight, pumping cunt, and felt the gushing of that flavored syrup. In a 
brief moment of rationality, her young mind wondered how his stuff could be 
changed like that, in color and taste. She had heard older girls at school 
say boys' stuff was white and icky. 

The Master said, "I can't keep you any longer, Tammy, for now. The other 
Masters want to meet you." He made Tammy rise off his prick. "Go to Master 
number Two, the only woman Master in the organization." 

Tammy got to her feet on the cushioned fur and walked naked through the 
myriads of pillows to the cluster of young slaves serving the ancient woman 
Master. The woman had signaled the number One Master. She watched Tammy 
approach. Her eyes were bloodshot. She reached out with a clawlike, spotted 
hand and seized Tammy's wrist. "My darling child! Lie upon me. You 
others-shoo!" 

Her other attendants scattered. She drew Tammy down upon her purple-robed 
body. She fastened her thin, grooved red lips upon Tammy's full pink lips. 
Breath hissed through her pinched nostrils. Tammy felt the old woman's bony 
frame under her. The crone's kiss was disgusting, even under the influence 
of the Elixir. Finally the woman broke the kiss. But she held Tammy flat 
against her. "Sweet darling. When I saw your picture last week and learned 
you would be acquired, I was enthralled. Such a sweet, innocent face, and 
such very nice titties." 

"You saw a picture of me?" 

"Of course. Number Six sends us pictures of little girls and boys he has 
discovered in his travels, and we vote. You were an almost unanimous choice. 
You should be proud." 

The woman eased Tammy to one side. "Now open my robe, darling." 

Tammy folded back the purple robe and revealed a skinny body, but firm of 
thigh and mostly smooth of skin. There were stretch marks and some creepy 
skin here and there, but the woman Master was in good shape. 

She smiled. "Suck my nipples, Tammy." 

Tammy saw that the woman's nipples were actually thumb-sized clusters of 
pleasure nodes, like two tiny bunches of grapes. She opened her mouth and 
took one of the clusters in. It felt funny to her tongue, but she sucked as 
well as she knew how. 

The woman's sharp old eyes softened. "Ohh ... that is nice. Your first night 
here and you suck me like a dream ... Now the other nipple. Ohhhh ... " 

Tammy suckled on the woman for long minutes. Soon the old body was jerking 
erratically, as if plucked by invisible strings. Tammy had to hold onto the 
shallow breasts with both hands. The woman was in orgasm from the sucking. 
Tammy's own needs were mounting. The Elixir heat was pulsing in her cunt 
again, melting her insides and making her pussy lips drip secretion. Tammy 
sucked passionately on the nipple clusters and wished she could ask to have 
another slave suck on her in turn. 

The woman Master gasped, "Stop ... now switch ... suck my clitoris, 
darling." She opened her lean thighs. Her mound was fuzzed by a narrow 
thatch of gray hair. Her pussy lips were loose and open and moist. A cluster 
of pleasure nodules stuck out of the slit like a pink thumb from a mouth. 

As Tammy obediently lowered her mouth to that waiting, glistening organ, the 
woman said, "No, sixty-nine, darling. Give me your sweet little hole as you 
suck me." Tammy took a chance on position and straddled the old woman's 
head. She saw the narrow lips smile and a hand reach out. The Master snapped 
her finger at another naked little girl slave. "Rose, hand me my vibrator." 

The girl gave her a small battery operated vibrator shaped like a long 
bullet, except that the nose had a cup-shaped depression at the tip. The 
Master flipped the small switch at the base and applied the humming tip to 
Tammy's dripping slit. Tammy quivered as the buzzing device touched her 
clitoris and seemed to enclose it in vibration ecstasy. Tammy dove her head 
between the Master's thighs and mouthed the protruding, clustered clitoris. 
It was almost exactly like the woman's nipples. Tammy suckled with great 
fervor as her own clit was buzzed continuously. Tammy moaned as she sucked 
and tongued and was shivered by an intense climax. 

Her enthusiasm affected the Master, who feverishly applied her mouth to 
Tammy's wet slit and probed her tongue up into the tight young cunt. Tammy 
couldn't help moving her pussy down against the Master's mouth and in turn 
fluttering her hot tongue over the woman's super-sensitized clit in a foam 
of saliva. 

Tammy was thrilled and also flattered that a Master would do this for her! 
Then Tammy gasped around the clustered mouthful of the big clitoris as the 
Master took her mouth away and pushed the vibrator up into Tammy's cunt. The 
humming, seven-inch plastic bullet was buried in Tammy! Her belly was a nest 
of captured bees! The vibration seemed to fill her to the brim with rapidly 
fluctuating sine waves of choking sensation. It was all Tammy could do to 
keep on sucking the old woman's turgid clitoris. 

The lean thighs closed on Tammy's head ... tighter! The skinny body went 
tense and quiveringly still. Then with an explosive cry, she spasmed in a 
rapid series of climaxes. Finally her thighs opened and she let Tammy's head 
rise. She dug the still-humming vibrator from Tammy's flushed cunt. She 
tossed it aside and lightly pressured Tammy away. Tammy responded quickly to 
the urging. 

The Master called, "Coffee!" A boy slave instantly poured a cup at the 
table, added heavy cream and sugar, and brought it to her, careful not to 
spill it. The Master sat up. She accepted the cup and sipped. "Umm. Better 
than Elixir for an old bag of bones like me." 

She reached out with her free hand and traced the full, taut contours of 
Tammy's surging breasts. "Mine were as nice as yours when I was your age. 
But of course there was no one around to know until I was married when I was 
twenty-two. All that time wasted." She sighed and winked. "Now I'm more than 
making up for lost time." 

A girl with positively enormous balloonlike breasts came wobbling over from 
the next cluster of slaves around a Secret Master. She said, "Please, Master 
number Ten wishes to have the new girl if you are finished with her for a 
while." 

"In a moment. Sit down here beside me, girl. We brought you here last month, 
didn't we? You're Glenda ... with the incredible titties. Glandular Glenda." 

The woman Master idly palmed the girl's immense, bulbous breasts. They were 
like soft white watermelons, far larger than Tammy's breasts. 

The woman Master said to Tammy, "Darling, would you believe I'm eighty-two?" 

Tammy shook her head. Tammy couldn't tell the difference between old people. 
Anyone who was over thirty or forty was old. 

"I am. I have a way of staying alive. Once a month I go to my own private 
clinic in Europe and I have a quart of new, young blood put into my veins, 
and a quart of my old, used-up blood is taken out at the same time." She 
laughed. "Go on, Tammy. Go to number Ten. Go with Glenda." 

Glenda took Tammy's hand. As the naked girls walked around the end of the 
marble table, Tammy saw that the twins were no longer fucking each other. 
They lay exhausted, their pricks soft and limp. Glenda's huge breasts 
jiggled and swayed in wide, eye-catching movements. 

Tammy asked, "Are you that way naturally?" 

Glenda nodded. "I had as much as you when I was ten. I'm twelve now." 

"Wow. Is the doctor going to do anything to you?" 

"He already has. See?" Glenda held up her hands. The pad of each fingertip 
was a cluster of nodes. "My specialty is caressing. Smooth slippery skin 
drives me wild." 

They reached Master number Ten. He lolled absolutely naked in his bed of 
pillows. He was very fat. Sweaty flesh hung in heavy rolls on his tub-like 
body. His thin wavy gray hair was stuck to his scalp. A small boy, no more 
than nine, was bouncing up and down on the Master's large prick, impaling 
himself energetically, ecstatically, on the clustered pole. The prick was 
entirely covered by shiny pink nodes! And the fat Master was grunting and 
bellowing with pleasure. He puffed and billowed air into his lungs. His fat 
man's breasts quivered. His eyes rolled. 

The Master gasped, "Enough, Georgie! I felt a palpitation that time. This 
heart is about worn out." 

The boy pulled up off the Master's slimy prick. He grinned a little-boy 
grin. "Can I have Lanny fuck me?" 

"Yes, yes ... " The Master heaved himself around to face Tammy and Glenda. 
"The new girl. I wish you to wash me, first, and then ass fuck my peter." 

Other slaves brought warm, damp, aromatic towels. Tammy knelt beside the 
grossly overweight man and wiped his sweat-oozing nakedness. Glenda ran her 
noduled fingers over the Master's pink, hairless skin. Her round, 
apple-cheeked face was open-mouthed with pleasure. She shivered as she 
caressed his flabby belly. 

The Master patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "I do love a nice ass. I'll need 
a few moments to recover from Georgie, however. That boy! I'll blow this 
heart because of him. He knows exactly how to move." 

Tammy was itchy again, inside. Even ass-fucking would be good. The Elixir 
seemed to last for hours. She had swallowed an awful lot of it. She noticed 
pink-on-pink scars on the Master's chest. She asked, "Were you in an 
accident?" 

"Those?" He rumbled with laughter. "Heart transplant surgery, my dear. I am 
wearing out my third heart now. We Masters and our slaves are the 
beneficiaries of one of the genius medical men in the world-Master number 
Three over there-who has solved the rejection syndrome and can also tinker 
with the pituitary to trigger specific growth in the body. You will be his 
latest triumph soon, I understand." 

The Master smiled and slipped a fat finger into Tammy's crease and explored 
her tightly puckered anus. 

"Do you know what they're going to do to me?" 

"Oh, yes. But we do not tell. You'll survive, my dear, and you'll be very 
grateful, I'm sure." 

Tammy wiped the Master's totally noduled prick. She wondered how long it had 
taken to cover the surface with that many tiny concentrations of pleasure 
nerves. Under her light touch with the towel, his prick stirred and filled. 
It rose and lengthened dramatically in the space of ten seconds. 

He had his finger into Tammy's anus, sliding it in a fucking movement. He 
whispered to himself, "Yes, tight ... oh, tight." 

Tammy squirmed at the penetration. It didn't hurt. But she feared having to 
sit on his big, clustered prick and drive it up into her rectum and colon. 
Its thickness would hurt her, she was sure, so soon after having been 
stretched and torn there by the doctor that afternoon. But even if it hurt 
as before, it would still be better than having a punishment egg stuffed 
into her cunt or mouth and turned on! 

The Master puffed to a higher sitting position. Alert little boys buttressed 
his back with more pillows. "Ah, I see Jim is to perform with Olga. Watch 
this, Tammy. This is indeed something to see." 

Tammy turned slightly to look at the center of the table. The twins had 
left. The tall, longhaired blonde boy was standing there in a spread-legged 
stance, hands on narrow hips. His monster prick extended straight out from 
his loins like a boom from a mast. 

The Master murmured, "What a magnificent peter. Fifteen inches! How I wish 
... " 

Tammy was amazed at the size of the boy's prick. She gazed at it, wide-eyed, 
her mind full of questions. A thrill of fear went through her. Then a 
freckled, white-blonde, thick-necked girl stepped reluctantly up on the 
table before Jim. She was well-developed but obviously young. She turned to 
look in Tammy's direction for a second and showed a widened mouth and two 
valves set in her chest between the proud white globes of her breasts. Tammy 
suddenly realized the girl was breathing through those valves. Jim reached 
out and touched her cheek and turned sideways to get closer to her. He spoke 
softly to her. His giant prick swung heavily against her hip. 

Tammy breathed, "How?" 

The Master chuckled. "You'll see, my dear. They don't like to do it. But 
they've each had several tastes of the egg recently. Jim has been a trouble 
maker since we got him. Almost too old, I'm afraid." 

Olga stepped away from Jim. She was clearly unhappy. But she bent from the 
waist, facing him, bracing her hands on her knees. She lifted her head and 
waited. She was facing the bobbing, wobbling, fist-sized head of his huge 
prick. She opened her artificially widened mouth. She suddenly resembled an 
open-mouthed fish. 

Jim steadied the arm-thick, arm-long shaft of his monster prick and guided 
the head of it between Olga's wide-open lips ... into her mouth. He then 
held her head behind the ears and around her thick neck. Tammy felt Olga's 
horror. And Tammy made a sound of horror and disbelief as Jim slid that 
awful, thick shaft deeper into Olga's mouth-deeper than it seemed possible 
... and more and more. He was actually pushing that huge prick down her 
throat! 

Olga had closed her eyes. Tears rolled down her straining face. Her throat 
bulged as Jim's giant prick advanced, as he pushed it further and further. 
Air hissed through the valves in her chest as she breathed faster and 
deeper. 

Jim was frowning. He didn't seem to enjoy what he was doing. But he 
continued pushing and thrusting until-until he had all of that huge prick 
into Olga's mouth and throat and-Tammy realized with a shudder-into Olga's 
stomach! 

Jim's giant balls swung against and under Olga's chin. His scrotum was like 
a chamois sack that hung halfway to his knees. Olga quivered. Her hands 
tightened in a death grip on her knees. Tammy turned her face away. She 
couldn't watch. 

The Master continued finger fucking Tammy's anus. He deftly inserted a 
second finger. "Watch them, my dear. Get used to seeing bizarre depravity. 
Get used to being part of it!" He laughed and sank his fingers into her 
rectum to the last knuckle. 

Tammy had to look, out of morbid curiosity and horror. Jim was stroking that 
huge shaft with long, incredible fucks into Olga! The thrusts reached from 
her mouth to her stomach. All of the fifteen inches was plunged between her 
lips. 

In spite of himself-because of the rows of pleasure nodes on the shaft-Jim 
was enjoying it. His hips drew back and thrust with lusty grace. He was 
panting deeply, gripping her head fiercely. His handsome face became a mask 
of lust. He shook Olga with his ultimate plunges as he smacked his hard, 
belly against her nose and forehead. Jim was husking with passion, his 
plunges were fast and violent. 

Olga, too, seemed to share the pleasure. Her entire body trembled. The air 
whistled through her valves as her chest heaved and her breasts swung like 
bells. Tammy's eyes widened still more as she noted Olga's glistening pussy 
and hard nipples. Tammy then knew Olga had to have some pleasure nodes 
implanted in her throat or stomach! The Masters always compensated their 
young victims. 

Jim shouted incoherently in a young baritone voice and thrust savagely down 
into Olga's guts. Her stomach sucked in and relaxed, went tight, sucked in 
... She almost fell. Jim sank his monster prick into her mouth to the limit 
and held it there. His buttocks were hard, their sides concave with tension. 
His face was twisted with pleasure. His long blond hair was awry, pasted to 
his sweaty forehead. 

After long, hoarse-breathing seconds, he slowly, gently, pulled the brute 
prick from Olga's stomach ... throat ... mouth. The enormous prick, wet and 
dripping, seemed only slightly less thick than before. It dropped low, as if 
tired, but still straight. 

Jim turned sideways slightly to get the thing out of his way, and helped 
Olga to straighten up. He hugged her and whispered in her ear. 

Olga could not speak. She could only breathe through those chest valves. Her 
green eyes were glazed, confused, and at the same time full of humiliation. 
She would not look at any of the Masters or slaves that surrounded the 
marble table. 

Jim put his arm around her and led her off the table. They settled down 
behind the Master doctor and Helen. The doctor said something to Jim and Jim 
scowled. Tammy squirmed as her current Master worked a third fat finger into 
her anus. She was in a shameful squatting position beside him as he indulged 
his whim. 

He said, "Now I'll have you sit on my peter, dear. Take it all in and try to 
accomplish a kind of corkscrew motion with your hips as you ass fuck." 

Tammy saw Jim looking at her. He smiled and kept on looking. She smiled 
back, and hesitated to obey the Master. 

"Ass fuck me, Tammy!" There was steel in his usually mild, fat-man's tenor 
voice. 

Flushing with embarrassment, aware that Jim was watching, she straddled the 
Master's wide, jelly-fleshed hips and squatted down onto the clustered 
prick. 

His fingers had smeared her anus with slipperiness from her rectum and from 
her dripping cunt. Tammy settled down and felt the knobbed head force her 
anus. It hurt! The earlier tears and strained tissues parted again and 
burned with pain. But she settled lower and took the studded prick up into 
her colon. Her smooth, taut buttocks pressed against the soft, clammy warmth 
of the Master's belly and thighs. 

Tammy could not raise her eyes to see if Jim was still observing her. She 
gritted her teeth, braced herself with hands on bent knees, balanced on her 
straddled feet, squatting, impaled on the Master's thick organ, and she 
began to make small, circular, rising and falling movements with her hips. 
It was utterly shameful. She knew the spectacle she presented. The thick 
shaft was pistoned slowly in her rectum, and deeper. 

The Master panted, "Very good, dear! Dear God, the sweet tightness. Oh, 
there's nothing like a new ass! Ohhhh!" 

His belly heaved against Tammy's moving buttocks. He puffed and groaned and 
flopped about under her ass. His prick jetted into her rectum. He gasped, 
"Don't stop, my dear ... OHHH ... " He bellowed with pleasure. 

Tammy knew he was drawing attention from other Masters and slaves. She 
wanted to curl up and crawl away and find a hole. She remembered the egg ... 
the agony! She continued her corkscrewing movement with his violently stiff 
prick in her ass. She was hot, too, and had no relief of sex tension. She 
wanted to plunge his prick into her helplessly clenching cunt. 

The Master endured another endless minute of continuous orgasm. He was 
thrashing like a beached, blubber heavy whale, puffing and blowing and 
howling. Then he gave a strangled cry of pain. "Ahh! STOP! Get off! 
My-heart!" Tammy rose up off the painful spike. The Master was clutching 
handfuls of his chest flab. "Missed ... yes, I missed three beats ... ah! 
another!" 

The doctor was up on his feet, his golden robe billowing as he hurried 
around the end of the table. He waved Tammy and all the other slaves away. 
"Damn it, Harnet, I warned you this morning!" 

He snapped his fingers at Helen, the Negro nurse, who had rushed around with 
him and who carried a medical bag. She had the case open and handed the 
doctor a stethoscope. She immediately also took out a small bottle of tiny 
white pills. 

Tammy backed away from the Masters and the nurse. She wished the Master 
would die! She suddenly began to cry. She wanted out! She wanted to go home! 
Something hot and heavy touched her right thigh. It was Jim's huge prick! He 
had come up behind her. Tammy shrank from the contact. 

He said bitterly, "I don't blame you." His eyes were a dark hazel, sullen 
and brooding. His mouth was tight-lipped. He nodded toward the fat Master. 
"You should have kept on. You could have screwed him to death." 

"I-I've had the egg. Three times!" 

"Huh. I've had it a dozen times at least. They can't break me. I hate 
them-those rich old perverts!" 

Tammy was attracted to him. Not physically- his monstrous prick-but he was 
very good-looking, built like a Greek statue, like the David she had seen in 
the County Art Museum ... back home. She asked, "How old" are you? How long 
have you been here?" 

"I'm sixteen. I've been fucking around here for a year. And look what they 
did to me! This thing! They fucked with something under my brain, way in 
deep, and my dong started to grow and grow and grow!" He lifted it. It 
reached as high as his nipples. 

Tammy stared at it, unable to really accept its' size. But there it was, 
only inches from her eyes. A monster. Jim let it fall. It slapped his leg 
heavily and swung like a pendulum. "They operated on it and put a big bone 
in it to keep it stiff. They took out a lot of the spongy stuff in it, too, 
because it soaked up all my blood when I got hot and I always passed out." 

"What are they going to do to me?" 

"If I told you you'd go crazy. I better not. It wouldn't change anything. I 
don't want to get five seconds of the egg for that. Only for something 
important." 

"Please tell me." 

"I better not." Jim glared around at the continuing orgy. The other Masters 
were continuing their pleasures. "Maybe the doctor'll tell you tomorrow." 

Jim studied Tammy. He smiled faintly. "It could be worse. I kinda like you." 

Tammy felt a glow; she liked him, too. "Doesn't anybody ever try to escape?" 

"How? Steal one of the yachts some of the Masters come here on? They've 
always got around-the-clock guards. Steal that jet plane? How many kids know 
how to fly a jet?" 

"Well, what's the use, then?" Tammy blinked tears down her cheeks. "I don't 
want to be changed into a-a freak like-" 

"Me? Or Olga? Or Cathy? Or any of us? A girl killed herself last week. A boy 
did it last month. That's the only way out. Except if you suck up to the 
Masters all the time sometimes they'll make you an assistant or something, 
like that bitch Helen, or Lala, or Maxine ... or a couple of the guards. 
Those guys were here years and years ago before that ass-fucking doctor 
found out how to do all this transplanting and make it work." 

Tammy sobbed. "I don't want to be cut all up!" 

Jim took her into his arms. His enormous prick got in the way. It was 
awkward and embarrassing. Tammy found herself almost riding it; the thing 
was like a tree limb between her thighs, pressing against her crotch ... 
against her still wet, still throbbing, wanting cunt. Tammy pressed herself 
close and unconsciously tightened her thighs on the armlike cock. She 
pillowed her full, itchy breasts against Jim's chest. He stroked her back. 
"We can't even be normal ... this damned Elixir they force us to drink ... " 

Tammy started moving helplessly on his prick, rubbing her open, wet slit on 
the noduled rigidity. Hot pleasure flooded her. She clutched herself tight 
to him. When the tide of ecstasy had passed, and with it some of the sexual 
urgency, Tammy buried her face against his shoulder and whispered, ashamed, 
"I'm sorry!" 

"You can't help it. None of us can. The hell of it is-it feels so good all 
the time. I enjoyed that, too." 

Tammy noticed the woman Secret Master beckoning to her. "Oh, no!" 

"Go ahead. You might as well. We'll see each other again." Jim bent his head 
and kissed Tammy tenderly on the lips. He pulled his prick free from between 
her legs and walked away. 

Trying to stop her sobs, Tammy walked slowly toward the woman. 

Chapter Seven 

After the orgy that first night, Tammy slept, exhaustedly, for twelve hours. 
It was three the following afternoon when she awakened. She stared frowning 
at the strange ceiling, then remembered everything-it had not all been a 
dream! She wept brokenheartedly for a long time. 

Finally she had to get up and go to the bathroom. When she had finished a 
bath and was walking naked back into the bedroom, the door clicked and the 
doctor Master and Helen entered. Helen was pushing an empty wheelchair. 
Tammy's stomach turned slimy with fear. She scrambled into the bed and 
pulled the covers over her head. 

The Master laughed. "Little ostrich girl. Come out from there, Tammy, or 
you'll get five long, long seconds of the pain egg!" 

Tammy moaned and crawled free of the bedclothes. "What are you going to do 
to me?" 

"Fuck you first." He smiled at Helen. "Together, eh, my black beauty?" 

"Yes, Master." Helen's purplish negroid lips broke into a wide grin. 

Tammy was breathing fast with anxiety. She sat helplessly in the middle of 
the bed and watched the thin, bald, hawknosed Master undress. Next to him, 
Helen stripped off her pale green nurse's uniform. She wore nothing 
underneath but pantyhose. Her loose pussy lips showed wet through the sheer 
nylon. 

The Master stepped from his underpants. His long, fat, knobbed prick stuck 
out menacingly. He stepped close to the bed. "Suck me, Tammy, until Helen 
gets her dildo connected." 

Tammy crawled to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and licked his noduled 
head. She looked up at his face to see if he was satisfied. 

The Master nodded. "Good." He closed his eyes as Tammy crammed more and more 
of his prick into her mouth. 

All Tammy could do was try to please him. She hated performing like a slave. 
She hated obeying. She hated sucking the prick of an old man. She felt heat 
in her cheeks as she saw, from the corner of her eyes, Helen leering as she 
socketed the long, silver-headed dildo into the jacks in her cunt. 

The Master was enjoying Tammy's efforts. He locked his fingers behind her 
moving head and pulled to force more of his prick into her straining mouth. 
Tammy gagged as the noduled glans was thrust to the back of her spasming 
throat. She sucked for air desperately as the shaft receded briefly. She 
tongued it as best she could. It was so big! 

Helen stepped close to the bed beside the Master. Her wicked-looking 
"turned-on" dildo, held in position by straps, waggled its silver head at 
Tammy. 

Helen said eagerly, "I'm ready, Master." 

He withdrew his prick completely from Tammy's stretched mouth. He gestured 
her back toward the middle of the bed. "This will be a new experience for 
you, Tammy, my dear. Do as we say and you'll be fine. You'll even enjoy it." 

Helen asked, "Shall I give her some Elixir, Master?" 

"No, it would foul up our tests later." He fondled Helen's pointed brown 
breasts. He reached down with his other hand and cupped the metal head of 
her sensitized dildo. He rubbed it. 

Helen's face rippled. "It sure works fine." 

"Good. Lie down and get into her cunt from below." 

Helen climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Her brown and silver prick 
swayed like a tower in an earthquake. She grasped it and held it straight 
up. "Come on, Tammy girl, climb on and slide down my pole!" 

Tammy looked appealingly at the Master. She saw him reach to a small box on 
the seat of the wheelchair. He flipped open the box and took out a pain egg. 
Tammy cringed inside. Her mind remembered. She quickly straddled Helen's 
skinny hips. 

The long dildo prick was swaying against her belly. Tammy had to rise up on 
her knees to get clearance over it. She remembered how the thing had 
stretched her the first time, and how painful it had been. But not as 
painful as the egg! 

Tammy squeezed two tears from her eyes, yearning for home and mother and 
father and friends as she felt Helen fingering her pussy and positioning the 
silver head there. 

"Sit, Tammy! Lower that hot, tight cunt ... " 

Tammy obeyed. The head penetrated her-big, thick, smooth, cold! Then the 
heavy brown plastic shaft followed. Tammy gritted her teeth as the dildo was 
pushed up-up into her quivering belly. She sobbed with the utter feeling of 
distension. It hurt, too, but not as much as before. 

"Uhhh ... uh ... " whispered Helen rapturously. "All the way, Tammy ... last 
inch ... cram it in ... lift the knees ... Ahh ... uh-uh!" 

Tammy's guts spasmed with pain as the dildo was totally buried in her. She 
was sitting, unsupported, on Helen's cunt, her weight having driven the 
artificial prick into her to its limit. 

"All in, Master." 

The Master came onto the bed. He got behind Tammy, who was facing Helen. He 
pushed Tammy forward. "Flat on Helen. Kiss her, Helen. Tongue her. Ger her 
hot!" 

Helen put her arms around Tammy and drew her down. Tammy's cunt was lifted a 
few inches and relieved of the ultimate depth of the dildo. Helen fastened 
hot, full purple lips on Tammy's lush, but firmly closed mouth. "Open up, 
honey, or I'll tell." 

Tammy reluctantly let her mouth go loose and felt Helen's tongue enter and 
flick against her own. Behind Tammy, the Master fondled her taut, rounded, 
velvety buttocks. Abruptly, he pressed a finger deep into her anus. Tammy 
jerked and made a sound. Helen continued french-kissing her. Helen joggled 
Tammy with her hips and joggled the special prick that was deep into Tammy's 
cunt. 

The Master chuckled. "Ride 'er, Tammy!" He jabbed a second finger into the 
girl's tight asshole. He sank them in as far as he could. He fingerfucked 
her. 

Tammy couldn't help being aroused a bit. The extreme depth of the dildo was 
gone and the feel of it so large in her, and unpainful, was good. The 
Master's fingers weren't irritating. The salve that had been so liberally 
applied all last day and night had healed the tears and irritations ... and 
she had been used so often. 

Tammy began to respond to Helen's continuing tonguing. Tammy's lips warmed. 
Her breathing quickened. She squirmed on the dildo and backward against the 
Master's stabbing fingers. 

The Master nodded to himself. He smiled, pulled out his fingers and brought 
his fat, hard, noduled prick against her anus. He gripped Tammy's slim, 
undeveloped hips and shoved into her rectum. It was brutal and painful. 

Tammy broke the kiss with Helen and howled pathetically. But she could not 
escape the impalement. Even if she could have-she wouldn't have dared. 

The Master sawed into her colon. He snorted with pleasure. He fucked deep, 
fast, and within half a minute was smacking Tammy's firm buttocks with his 
slight potbelly. The impacts sent Tammy forward-the thick dildo pistoned in 
her cunt-the Master and Helen pulled her back-the dildo pistoned deeper-and 
Tammy gasped with the double fuck-the two big pricks in her belly and 
rectum, separated by only a thin membrane. Helen was moaning her puffed 
"Um-um-ums. She gripped Tammy's waist and helped move the girl to and fro. 
Helen climaxed loudly. 

The Master was fucking Tammy's ass fast and hard. He began to scream in the 
oddly intense, special way he had before when orgasm had taken him when he 
ass-fucked Tammy. He drove his noded prick like a madman-and screamed with 
his vastly concentrated and augmented ecstasy. He spurted into Tammy's 
colon. He churned the contents to a delicious-feeling mush. 

Tammy shook with the reaction to their excitement. She was shamed by a swift 
rise in her own lust-and a flash peak of scalding sensation. Tammy melted 
against Helen's brown, sweaty body. 

The Master clung to Tammy and let his prick slowly shrink out of her anus. A 
moment later he sighed deeply and said, "I'll bathe now. Then Helen, then 
you, Tammy." 

Forty minutes later, when Tammy hesitatingly emerged from the bathroom she 
saw Helen waiting for her, a syringe in hand. 

The Master said, "Sit in the wheelchair, Tammy. No, no clothes." 

Tammy's dread returned. "What are you going to do to me?" 

"You'll find out soon enough." 

Tammy's stomach was all gone. She couldn't swallow. She felt dizzy. She 
found herself walking to the chair. She was breathing in quick, shallow 
gasps. 

She sat in the chair. The plastic leather was cold and stuck to her naked 
skin. "C-can't I just do sex with everybody the way I am?" 

"That palls very quickly, Tammy." The Master strapped her in. 

Panic flooded her. "I don't want to be a freak-like Olga ... or Cathy!" 

Helen swabbed Tammy's arm and quickly, efficiently, made the injection. 

The Master nodded approval. He cinched a strap tight. "Child, I promise you, 
you'll appear perfectly normal and you'll talk normally, too." 

"Then what ... are ... you ... go-ing ... to ... do?" Tammy's head dropped. 
Blackness smothered her mind. 

Chapter Eight 

Tammy awakened slowly, her brain swirling with near vertigo. She felt 
utterly exhausted ... weak. There was a tube in her nose that went down her 
throat. She opened her eyes and saw a white ceiling that spun slowly. She 
closed her eyes immediately. Gradually, she became aware of constriction 
around her body ... She tried to move her arms and legs and discovered that 
she was spread-eagled and fastened to an aluminum framework that covered the 
bed. 

Tammy couldn't see her body. There was an aluminum shield from armpit to 
armpit. She couldn't feel anything inside her body. She could see tubes and 
bottles and things hanging over her. Some of the tubes led, probably, to her 
arms. The tube in her nose and throat was dully irritating. Tammy became 
aware of a sound ... a regular pinging sound ... in the room. A machine. 

She heard a door sigh open, heard crepe-soled footsteps on tile. The doctor 
Master appeared over her. "Awake. Congratulations, Tammy, the operations 
were a success. I consider you my masterpiece to date. Thirty hours at the 
table ... what a job ... but what results!" 

Tammy licked her lips. She tried to speak. "What-what did you-" 

"You'll learn that later. I'm going to keep you under most of the time while 
you heal. Even with my special healing agents, recuperation from major 
surgery takes time." He adjusted a valve on a tube. "I'll be in to see you 
again, frequently." 

Tammy felt unconsciousness wash over her again. She sank into a familiar 
blackness ... She had a dream. Helen had entered her room and inspected the 
bottles and tubes and consulted a chart. Helen wavered as if seen through 
water. Helen smiled. "Hey, baby ... you got yourself a cunt that's outta 
sight!" 

Then Helen had gone and the blackness had crept slowly over Tammy again. 
Tammy came up to consciousness-she didn't know how much time had passed-and 
felt better, felt fairly normal, felt strong. She heard the machine pinging 
away. 

Helen entered. "Hi, Tammy. You're mostly healed, you know? I'm going to give 
you some solid food now. Just a bit." She fed Tammy some soup. 

Tammy was not put under again, but kept flat on her back. She was spoon fed 
at frequent intervals and bathed, but still not allowed to see her body. She 
knew there were bandages on her chest and stomach and belly and groin. The 
bandages and dressings were changed every day. The tubes dripped fluids into 
her and drained wastes. 

Tammy was terribly bored and restless and cramped from the unvarying 
position. Finally, her arms were freed and she was allowed to sit up. The 
shield was taken away. Her legs were kept wide apart, however, because tubes 
went into her pussy and drained a yellowish substance. The bandages on her 
chest-stomach-belly-groin became lighter and narrower. She was not allowed 
to see her torso when they were changed; an eye cover was used. 

The doctor Master visited frequently and often examined Tammy. Tammy could 
feel strange sensations in her chest--all the way down to her pussy lips. A 
horrible suspicion settled into her mind. She asked and asked but the Master 
evaded. "You'll know in good time, Tammy!" 

The day did come. The Master and Helen entered with a medication and 
equipment cart. The narrow dressings were removed and Tammy was not 
blindfolded. She saw a thin pink line that ran from her sternum to her 
vulva. Her slit had been lengthened; it extended at least two inches higher 
into her mound. 

Tammy's mouth was dry. "Why did you cut me open that far?" 

"I'll show you." The Master nodded to Helen. The nurse bound Tammy's hands 
to the bedframe and strapped her down. The Master took from the equipment 
cart a long, hollow, thin metal tube with a sliding inner sleeve. The inner 
section had a light in it. The outer tube was an inch in diameter. The end 
was rounded with a hole in it. He inserted the end of the tube into Tammy's 
pussy. He pushed it in ... and in ... slowly. 

Tammy felt odd sensations from it ... ticklish feelings. The tube was cold. 
Tammy suddenly realized the Master had more than a foot of it into her! "Oh, 
no!" She gasped and stared as he pushed it further up into her! It was cold 
in her stomach! She could feel it up between her breasts! In her chest! 
Tammy's eyes became wild and fixed. She began to scream! 

Helen injected a powerful tranquilizer into Tammy's arm. Tammy quieted a 
moment later. She lay passive, full of strange lassitude. She watched 
unperturbed as the Master got down and peered up the tube into her body ... 
into the long hole in her body. 

She heard him say, "Excellent. Perfect growth. No lesions or tumors. Healthy 
tissue. Absolutely fine union and acceptance." 

Helen asked, "Those clits in there-they alive and hooked up right?" 

"We'll find out day after tomorrow." He straightened up. He eased the tube 
out of Tammy. He said, leaning over her, looking into her dulled, placid 
eyes, "Child, you now have a thirteen-inch vagina. The new channel took 
perfectly." 

He smiled proudly. "Don't be afraid. The shock will pass. I'll see you 
tomorrow." To Helen, he said, "Twenty-four-hour monitoring." He left. 

Helen smiled lewdly. She put her brown-skinned hands on Tammy's full, 
upthrusting pink and white breasts. "Um ... thirteen inches of cunt! And all 
those sweet little fun nerves inside, too. You and Jim're goin' to be 
something to see! Too bad you're too big for my prick now." Helen watched 
Tammy's face for a moment, then stepped away. "Sleep, baby." She prepared an 
injection and administered it. 

Tammy went under with perfect equanimity. She had understood every word, but 
her emotions were not available. The next day Tammy was kept tranquilized, 
but not so heavily. She thought lethargically of killing the Master ... and 
Helen ... all the Masters ... She wondered if she could kill herself. That 
was more realistic, she knew. Suicide. 

She was now a freak. A freak ... a cunt-nothing but a long cunt, created to 
match Jimmy's monster prick. So he could fuck her ... fuck her ... fuck her 
... for the Masters' amusement ... as entertainment. Used! A freak fucked by 
a freak. Used. How awful, how loathsome are the Masters. She would be better 
off dead ... than as a specially created sexual monster. 

Tammy began to realize she was no longer normal. It sank in. She was no 
longer really human. She saw the TV monitors watching her. Every moment. She 
knew she had to wait and think and then when the time was right ... 

The next morning, the Master visited Tammy alone. He carried a pain egg and 
control into the room, without comment. A reminder. He put them on her 
bedside table. "Testing reactions today, Tammy. In a moment. I want you to 
know exactly what I did for you. 

"I grew your new vagina in a DNA tank according to a computer program set up 
last year-when I stimmed Jim's pituitary and implanted a bone in his vastly 
grown penis. 

"We had you planned for a long time. Just a question of finding the right 
little girl. We chose you from among hundreds. 

"Well. Implanting your new vagina meant rearranging most of your other 
internal organs to create a straight-line channel or tunnel." 

The Master was enjoying his triumph. "I have favored you with hundreds of 
pleasure nerve centers that spiral along the inner surface of your new 
vagina. The entire length." 

He laughed. "Plus. Plus-a special endcup of interconnected clitorises ... " 
He put a finger in the deep, soft valley between Tammy's breasts. "Here, at 
the end of the road." 

Tammy knew he was waiting for, and expected, thanks. She whispered 
unenthusiastically, "Thank you, Master." 

"Thank me by turning over and giving me your sweet ass, Tammy." 

She obeyed, flushing. It was so light in the room! 

"Knees up to your chin ... That's right." He opened his pants and took out 
his big, bumpy prick. 

Tammy felt the head of it nose into the cleft between the cheeks of her 
buttocks. She pressed a fist to her mouth as his thick prick entered her 
anus. Tammy was ashamed of her easy acceptance of the prick. There was even 
a kind of sensual enjoyment of its bulk in her rectum-sliding in and filling 
her, making her feel as if she was shitting, as the shaft slid almost all 
the way out ... then entered deep again. 

The Master chuckled. He had his hands on her hip and shoulder as he stood 
beside the high bed and fucked her. "I do think you're beginning to like ass 
fucking, Tammy. Maybe some day I'll do another job on you. We could 
straighten out your sigmoid curve ... add some nerve clusters, a clit or two 
inside the rectum." 

"No, please, no!" 

"But, child, you could have an orgasm every time you sat down to shit. The 
mere accumulation of a turd in your altered colon would be pure, slow heaven 
for you." 

But Tommy could not think beyond the present shocking violation of her 
body's integrity. The emotional trauma was still sinking in, sifting down 
through the layers of her inner mind. Tammy wept as the Master fucked her in 
the ass. She wept for her former physical self. She sensed that her altered 
body would mean tremendous changes in her mind-personality, character. 

The Master was breathing heavily. His small potbelly clapped smartly against 
her ass as he drove faster and faster, whinnying with pleasure, eyes 
rolling, clutching her hip with a tightening hand. He jerked with the 
ineffable pleasure of his enhanced orgasm. His scream was high pitched and 
wildly intense. 

Tammy was glad he was finished ... but also guiltily happy that he wanted 
her. He was one of the Masters and he had the power ... the power to change 
her entire life, her entire self! He already had. To her horror, her former 
life, her family and friends, were fading away as unreal, distant. 

The Master withdrew from her rectum. "Ahh ... " He wiped off with a towel. 
He rolled Tammy over onto her back again. "Time to give your new cunt a 
proper manual inspection as well as a sensory test." 

"What are you going to do?" 

He smiled and took a long rubber glove from a cabinet drawer. He pulled it 
onto his right arm. The glove reached up to his shoulder. He sprayed a 
disinfectant foam on it and wiped it off with a sterile towel. "Legs apart, 
Tammy! Knees up." 

Tammy obeyed. She worriedly chewed her lower lip as he easily slipped his 
entire hand into her widened entrance. "Feel anything, Tammy?" 

"Yes." She was aware of not just one point of pleasure-as before when she or 
someone else had touched her clitoris. Now-there were dozens of sparkling 
centers of good, hot feeling! At the entrance-and now inside-and his hand 
was going deeper into her belly. Tammy swallowed. Her eyes widened. "It 
feels ... weird!" Her thighs opened further, signaling unconscious 
acceptance and desire for more. 

She saw the Master's hand disappear into her. His fingers were moving in 
her! Touching the pleasure nerve clusters, stroking them awake. Tammy had to 
breathe through her mouth. She was breathless, aroused! The presence of his 
hand-and now his wrist, too-in her belly, was both terrifying and more than 
gratifying. The physical-mental shock of seeing his arm, going into her-and 
feeling his arm going up, reaching further and further up into her body ... 
and at the same time experiencing the unarguable pleasure of that 
awful/wonderful invasion-set up a powerful conflict in her mind. Tammy began 
to shake like a leaf. She cried. Her full, young breasts quaked on her 
heaving chest. 

The Master grinned in a kindly way. "Mixed emotions, hmm, Tammy? I expected 
it; any change in the body image is a trauma. This is a major one." He 
worked his arm deeper. Half of his forearm was in her. He found each 
pleasure node in her now implanted vaginal sleeve and tickled it to 
throbbing life. Each new pleasure center brought a small gasp of disbelief 
from Tammy. Her mind was being flooded with pleasure. Now she was eager for 
more-and ashamed! He was touching inside where her stomach used to be. It 
was incredible! Tammy continued to shake with reaction. She wept 
uncontrollably. 

The Master kept on, inching his arm deeper and deeper up into her torso. 
"Now-just about here-" His fingertips reached up-up-his arm to the elbow was 
buried in her! He was touching between her lungs! Next to her heart! He 
tickled a place-a special place-and Tammy moaned in helpless ecstasy. It 
felt, to her like a big knot of heaven in her chest. A lump as big as a 
fist-pure rapture as he wriggled his rubber-clad fingers into the lump. 

The Master laughed with triumphant delight. "Perfect! I can see you like my 
creation. A cup of concentrated rapture, hmm?" 

Tammy was almost beyond hearing. She managed to gasp, "Yes, Master!" His 
fingers were working in circles in the magic cup of bunched clitorises. 
Tammy sobbed and spasmed. A convulsive ripple spread down her long, long 
vagina; it was not just a tube of membrane tissue-it had a surrounding cover 
of muscle. The ripple pressed the spiraled nerve clusters against the 
Master's arm and wrist. This intensified her sensations. Tammy almost 
fainted. Her convulsive orgasm went on and on! 

Tammy panted and writhed on the long, thick post that was his arm. She did 
faint for short seconds, then came to, to exist again in the enthralling, 
overwhelming, continuing ecstasy of climax. She finally lost consciousness 
for a longer time. When she became aware again, she felt empty. The Master's 
arm was gone. 

Tammy lay quiet, wanting his arm again and hating herself for wanting it. 
The Masters made sure of their slaves-by making it a self-wanted slavery. A 
slavery to pleasure. Tammy was humiliated. She was already seduced to that 
state. Her new cunt itched for filling. 

The Master turned from stripping off his long rubber glove. "You'll have to 
get used to that much sensory load, Tammy. You'll find, too, that that much 
pleasure can be addictive. Your whole life can center around orgasms." He 
shrugged and smiled. "Nothing wrong with that. In your case, with that set 
of clusters and clits I gave you in that cunt ... you might turn out to be a 
climax hound. We've had a few girls turn out that way. We'll find out 
tonight, I think. There'll be an orgy, and you and Jim will be the featured 
act for our amusement. We masters have bets going as to how much fucking you 
can stand, and how frequent and how strong your orgasms will be. One 
Master-not myself-thinks you'll die of a sensory overload." 

The Master came to the bed and rubbed Tammy's red hair. "No girl, or Master, 
has ever had as many pleasures clusters or clits grown or implanted that can 
be in contact and 'working' at one time, as you have now. Not even Master 
number Ten, that greedy, heart-busting bastard!" 

Tammy could only whisper, "Tonight?" 

"Yes, tonight. Six hours from now. About an hour into the orgy you and Jim 
will be on the table and he'll shove that magnificent fifteen-inch prick up 
into your new cunt." 

"Oh ... no ... " Tammy felt the lure of it already-and the shame. 

Chapter Nine 

Tammy knew she would have a few hours alone. She went into the bathroom and 
looked at herself in the mirror. Her image was unchanged. But she felt a 
constant, low-key itching awareness of the long flesh tube that now ran up 
the center of her body. She knew it would always be there in her mind, in 
her waking world, to remind her that she was a sexual freak, a walking, 
talking, breathing CUNT! 

Tammy began to weep. She looked down at the enlarged slit between her legs. 
She didn't want to live this way! Tammy wandered around in her bedroom and 
bathroom seeking a way to kill herself. She knew the tiny TV cameras in the 
corners of the ceilings were watching her. 

She washed her hair and wrapped a big, long towel around her head. Still 
naked, she went to bed. She slipped all the way under the covers and quickly 
unwrapped the damp towel from her head and knotted it around her neck. With 
both arms straining, Tammy cinched the knot as tight as she could! She was 
choking. She couldn't breathe! She saw a myriad of colors in the darkness 
under the covers. Her lungs began to burn! She struggled to keep her hands 
from freeing her throat. She gripped the sheet. Her breasts heaved 
frantically. Her lungs were on fire! Her mind began to swim and fade. 

Suddenly the covers were ripped away and she was staring, bulging-eyed, at 
two green-uniformed guards. The men tore the knotted towel loose. One of 
them put his mouth to hers and forced his breath into her lungs. Tammy hated 
the pressing of his mouth and the rough clutching of his big hands on her 
skin. She wanted to die! But they wouldn't let her. 

When the men were sure she was out of danger, they took her immediately to a 
luxury suite of rooms on the second floor of the mansion. It was the suite 
of the old woman Master. She lay amid velvet pillows and silk sheets on a 
huge bed. She was sipping from a small, delicate china cup. There was a bed 
table across her lap. Several girl slaves attended her. 

One of the guards said, "This one tried to commit suicide a minute ago, 
Master." 

"Ahh? Tammy! My darling child! I'm disappointed in you!" She snapped her 
fingers. "The egg." 

A little girl scampered away to a bureau. She brought an ornate golden case 
to the Master. 

The Master took a key on a silver chain from around her neck and unlocked 
the case. She took out a punishment egg and the control. She handed the egg 
to a guard. 

Tammy struggled. "I won't do it again! I promise! I'll be good!" 

But the guards ruthlessly forced the egg up into her anus. The Master yawned 
and triggered it. Tammy shrieked and stiffened with the excruciating agony. 
She convulsed and was allowed to sink to the deeply carpeted floor. She 
flailed and jerked in bubbling, raw pain as the Master calmly continued to 
activate the control. Then, mercifully, the agony was gone, leaving behind 
echoes of its terrible power. 

Tammy lay curled up in the fetal position, shaking with sobs. The guards 
left. The Master continued to sip coffee and pick at her small meal. She 
ignored Tammy for a while ... as did the others. When Tammy had quieted, the 
old woman said, "Come up here by my side, Tammy." 

Tammy jumped to obey. She tried to control her lingering tears. She lay next 
to the old, hooknosed lady. 

"Tammy, I understand that you are just out of the hospital section. Quite 
often, girls who have just been changed to suit our purposes try suicide. We 
can't let that happen. They represent a great deal of money and effort and 
time and expectation." 

Tammy had the courage to say, "I don't want to be like this." 

"But you are like this, now. There is no going back. You have no choice. 
There is no escape." The Master chewed a long time on a piece of meat. She 
sipped coffee. "We Masters have maintained this island for this purpose for 
over one hundred years. We have kept beautiful boys and girls here for our 
pleasures for all that time. 

"Those children who are unable to adjust or who rebel too often ... those 
are eliminated. Lately, the best parts of such children are kept for later 
use either by the Masters or for use in new children." 

"Then kill me now!" 

"No, Tammy. You are still in shock. If, after a month or so, you still are 
unreliable ... then we may grant you your wish. But wouldn't it be nicer to 
accept your new status and cooperate and learn and be of use to us?" 

The Master fed Tammy a small piece of meat. Tammy ate it, feeling like a pet 
dog or cat. 

"Tammy, with number Three's genius and his new transplant techniques, we 
Masters can live for hundreds, if not thousands, of years! Our favorite, 
loyal servants will be similarly rewarded. Foolish, unappreciative little 
girls and boys will simply die! Painfully! We put an egg in the anus, the 
vagina, and the mouth-tape them shut-and activate the controls until the 
poor dear is dead. Not a pleasant way to die. Sometimes it takes hours!" 

Tammy shivered. Her mind cringed at the thought of three eggs in her body, 
and left on until- 

She whispered, terrified, "I'll be good." 

"Of course you will, darling." The Master motioned with a clawlike hand to a 
naked ten-year-old black-haired girl to take away the lap table. The Master 
opened her robe and said, "Suck my special nipples, Tammy." 

Tammy willingly fastened her mouth on the nearest "grape-cluster" nipple. 
Her tongue fluttered and licked over the quickly swollen nodes. 

The woman Master sucked air in fast, excited breaths. She gestured 
imperiously to a small blonde girl with diminutive, cuplike breasts. 
"Marcie, go down on me-mouth my wonderful clit, darling." 

The child wormed instantly between the woman's opening thighs and glued her 
small, rose-petal mouth to the dripping slit and the protruding, waited 
clitoris. 

The old woman's body began to twitch. She gasped orgiastically. "You both 
suck so nicely ... ohh ... yes." 

The Master jerked into a long series of orgasms. Her belly sucked in and out 
dramatically. Her dry, wrinkled skin seemed to draw tighter and tighter over 
her sharply hooked nose. Her thin lips compressed to a thin red line. Her 
pinched, narrow nostrils flared continually. Finally, she pushed Tammy and 
Marcie away with hard, chopping pushes of her hands. "Stop!" 

Tammy fell away from the woman's flaccid old breasts. She waited dumbly for 
the next order. But in Tammy was a flicker, still, of rebellion. A tiny 
impulse glowed-escape! Get away and expose the Masters to the world and save 
countless girls and boys this kind of mutilation and slavery. And punish the 
Masters! The United States would send soldiers and wipe them out! Kill them! 
Stick them with bayonets! Get the kids off the island and drop an atom bomb 
on it! 

But Tammy did not betray these thoughts in any way. She lay with head bowed, 
the picture of submission. 

The Master patted her on the head. "Have you learned, Tammy? Are you 
convinced now?" 

"Yes, Master!" Tammy put fervor into her voice. She was acting, pretending. 
She would fool them! 

"Good! Now go on out to the hallway and tell the guard to take you back to 
your room. Janey and Cathy will be along to dress you for your debut with 
Jim tonight at the orgy." 

Tammy nodded and started to climb off the bed. 

The old woman Master said sharply, "Tammy! I am not a fool. None of us are. 
I know you may be dissembling. You may not be as thoroughly cowed as you 
appear. Be aware that we have not lasted this long without having considered 
every possible scheme that a clever young mind could concoct for escape or 
for inflicting possible harm to us." 

"Yes, Master!" But Tammy knew there had to be a way. Evil couldn't triumph 
forever. God wouldn't let the Masters get away with this ... not for much 
longer. He just couldn't! 

Tammy left the Master's suite of rooms. She did as she was told. Minutes 
later she was back in her room, aware of the TV scanners watching her. A 
light salad and a glass of milk were on a table by the window. She ate 
ravenously. 

Three hours later, when it was dark out, a key turned in her door's lock and 
Janey peeked in. "Hi, Tammy." She entered and Cathy followed, carrying a 
clothes box. 

Tammy nodded to them. An "all-gone" queasiness claimed the pit of her 
stomach. The long, alien flesh tube that lay buried in her abdomen suddenly 
flared with a brief sexual itchiness. 

Janey closed the door. She and Cathy were wearing golden low-cut, 
see-through micro-dresses. Janey's blonde ponytail swished as she shook her 
head, smiling. "We heard what you tried to do! You got the egg, didn't you?" 

Tammy nodded. She looked at Cathy's altered throat, jaw, and cheeks. She 
looked away. Cathy gobbled something with her two tongues. Janey 
interpreted: "You better be good from now on!" 

Tammy almost blurted her secret plans, then didn't. She didn't know who she 
could really trust. 

Cathy opened the box she carried. It held an outfit for Tammy. 

Janey took out a foil-wrapped candy bar. "You have to eat thith. It'th full 
of Elixir." Janey sensuously licked her noded tongue over her lips. "They 
want you all ready in half an hour." 

Tammy took the candy. She couldn't refuse. She ate it. It tasted like 
chocolate mixed with pineapple. It seemed to her the soft tunnel in her body 
began to immediately itch more strongly. 

Cathy lifted the garment from the box. It was a special shirt and pair of 
hot pants; the shirt was brilliant red silk with two round, decorated holes 
in front for her breasts. The hot pants were of red leather, and the front 
had a big oval hole edged with hand-tooled designs. 

Tammy slipped into the pants. The hole exposed her enlarged, hairless cunt 
lips. Even after all of her sexual experiences recently, Tammy flushed when 
she saw herself in the mirror. "It's dirty!" 

Janey giggled. "It thure ith! The Matherth will love it!" 

Tammy complained bitterly, "Do you know what they did to me?" 

Janey nodded. "You're lucky, compared to thome of uth." 

Cathy tried to speak, made gobbled sounds, stopped, and began to cry. Tears 
dropped onto her sheer dress and onto her big, soft, round breasts. 

Janey said, "We can't change anything, tho ... " She handed Tammy the red 
silk shirt. 

Tammy put it on, adjusted the holes to fit snugly around her full young 
breasts, and felt even more embarrassed. 

"You look perfect!" Janey tugged a little, smoothed a little ... and licked 
Tammy's nipples a little with her special tongue. 

Then Cathy came forward and mouthed one of Tammy's nipples with her two 
tongues. She sucked in a special exciting way. Tammy's nipples surged out 
into swollen, excited prominence. Tammy chewed her lips as a wild heat was 
born in her breasts and in the long channel in her body. She breathed 
raggedly. She looked down and was humiliated to see her exposed, enlarged 
cunt lips glistening with secretion. 

Janey stepped back. "Thit down now and we'll do your hair a little." 

She and Cathy combed and brushed Tammy's long red hair. They worked some 
conditioners and oils into her hair and scalp. Ten minutes later Tammy's 
hair gleamed lustrously in long, tumbling waves past her shoulders. 

Janey consulted her wristwatch. "I gueth it'th time now." She unlocked the 
door and she and Cathy led Tammy to the orgy room. 

Chapter Ten 

There was a hush as Tammy and her escorts entered. All the slaves and 
servants and Masters swung their eyes to her. Eating sounds died. Only the 
muted stereo continued. Tammy wanted to shrivel up and die. She almost 
started to cry. The sexual itching in her body-in that awful tube-was making 
her so terribly aroused! She felt a drop of cunt juice trickle down her 
inner thigh. 

A Master ... the doctor ... called loudly, "Center of the table, Tammy. Jim 
is waiting!" 

She walked, trembling, past the grossly fat Master and his cluster of 
children and servants ... past the old woman Master who this night wore a 
brilliant green robe ... to the "performing" area in the middle of the long 
marble table. 

Jim was sitting there on a cushion, eating and drinking. A small cup of 
Elixir was beside him. He had sipped half of it. He had watched Tammy 
approach. His immense prick stuck out like a cannon over his legs, which 
were crossed in the lotus position. His golden brown eyes jittered 
nervously. He smiled. "Welcome to fuck city." 

"Do we have to do it right away?" 

"No. Eat something first." He snapped his fingers. A naked little boy jumped 
to be near. "Make Tammy a plate. Heavy on meat." The boy scurried to obey. 

Tammy sat opposite Jim, with her legs closed, to hide the big gap in her 
crotch. 

Jim grinned lopsidedly. "We star performers have a lot of privileges. That's 
part of the seduction-the Masters make you part of the Establishment." He 
tapped his giant prick with a finger. The massive shaft moved like a limb in 
a breeze. "They build in a lot of compensations." He glanced down at Tammy's 
thighs. "I've heard about your equipment ... all the come warts he sewed 
into your new hole." Jim bit savagely into a leg of chicken and drank some 
dark fluid from a goblet. 

The little boy returned from his quick trip to the various platters and 
bowls of food. He handed a heaped plate to Tammy and hurried away to get her 
a goblet of something to drink. 

Tammy was hungry. But she couldn't ignore the growing fire in her body. She 
gasped and couldn't stop rhythmically pressing her thighs together. Minor 
waves of alluring sensation came from her cunt entrance. The great hole in 
her body ached and burned for filling! She ate quickly. She noticed a film 
of perspiration on Jim's forehead and upper lip. His huge prick throbbed 
slightly. A small dribble of slippery secretion smeared the purplish glans 
below the small hole at the tip. 

Jim's hand shook as he picked up the cup of Elixir. He sipped and handed the 
cup to her. "Finish it. I can't hold back much longer." 

Tammy took it from him, hesitated a second, then drained it. 

Jim's eyes showed hopelessness and anguished lust. "I'm going to fuck the 
shit out of you in a couple minutes. Christ!" His hands fisted. "I hate it 
and I love it!" 

Tammy whispered, "Me, too, I guess. I don't know-yet." She gobbled food as 
fast as she could. Her body seemed to cry for more and more fuel. 

Jim's hand appeared and palmed her buoyant, jutting left breast. His eyes 
were hot. His hand was hot-electric-on her warm, tingling flesh. Tammy 
gasped and let the plate fall from her hands. The fork clattered on the 
marble. Tammy went all spasmy inside. The fleshtube in her body seemed to 
ripple eagerly, demandingly. She found herself staring at Jim's monster 
prick. 

The Masters were gathering, closing in on the center of the table, eager for 
close-in views. Their slaves and attendants adjusted pillows, provided 
drinks, and complied with their Master's sexual desires-sucking, slow 
fucking, whatever trick the Master wished while observing Tammy and Jim. 

Tammy was aware of the eyes, the eager eyes that were all around now. She 
didn't care ... yet did. She flushed with shame and with abandon. 

She fell back on a low pillow. Her thighs fell wide open and her enlarged 
slit gaped wetly. 

Jim was on his hands and knees, his prick hanging to the smooth surface of 
the marble table, leaving a sticky wet trail of juice as he came to her. 
Tammy watched, hypnotized, terrified, in an agony of lust. He came over her. 
His giant prick, like a blind log, prodded heavily into the swiftly 
narrowing V of her thighs and found her entrance. Jim locked his eyes to 
hers. His face was stiff with lust. He groaned as his prick slid into her 
endless cunt. 

Tammy felt it-felt it!-as it penetrated up and in and up and in and IN and 
IN! She panted and shook. His prick was filling her body, gorging her belly, 
her stomach, or where her stomach used to be, and was prodding 
further-Tammy's eyes bulged as his prick fitted itself into the cup formed 
of clitorises that was the end of her long, stimulated cunt. Tammy spasmed 
on the thick, fifteen-inch prick. She shook as if in the grip of a high 
fever. Her heart labored beside that magic cup. 

Jim panted. "I've got to-I've got to!" He reared back, dragging the giant 
prick almost out of Tammy. Then he plunged it in, drove it-all the way, 
straining her, possessing her totally. 

Both their faces twisted and flowed like soft wax under the onslaught of the 
mind-burning intensity of the sensations created by that plunge. Tammy's 
chest seemed to explode with pleasure. Jim drew back-massive, exaggerated 
moves-and thrust-and thrust-and thrust! 

Tammy ceased to exist as an individual, as an ego. She was a pulsing, 
sparkling cunt that existed only to feel, only to contain, a huge, rampaging 
cock. Tammy was only a body around a golden cunt, and a brain whose function 
was to experience the blinding ecstasy of the cunt! 

Tammy was in orgasm! In orgasm! Panting, sucking desperately for air, 
expanding her chest, faster, faster, to serve the crowded lunge, for each 
time the huge sweet, fiery piston that was Jim's prick thrust up into her 
body it jolted her to quivering ecstasy and drove air from her in a forced 
exhalation. Tammy's mind swirled in unbelievable rapture. She slipped into 
semi-consciousness. There was no past or future, only the pounding, the rush 
of volcanic sensation the length of her abdomen, the sweet, overpowering 
shock of ultimate filling, the burst of climactic pleasure, the frantic 
panting for air-air! 

She fainted and came to as Jim slowed to let her recover. He was seized by 
his own pleasure then and fucked her with giant thrusts, more selfish, more 
ruthless than she had thought possible, while she had awareness to think at 
all. Tammy became pure cunt again, moaning and shrieking in constant orgasm. 

Jim groaned and shouted and loosed a gush of semen as his gargantuan cock, 
swollen to sixteen or seventeen inches, and thicker than ever, stretched her 
sleeve, made the sliding contact of nodes and flesh more exquisite, and 
bathed the molten pleasure cup in her chest at the end of that climactic 
plunge. 

The sensory load was too much for Tammy. She blacked out for a few seconds. 
She never knew she had been gone. She became aware again of his massive 
presence in her belly-stomach-chest ... the core of her was a cock-a giant 
club of ever-stiff flesh that jerked and emptied into her. 

Tammy could think a little. Jim lay on her breasts, his buttocks and hips 
still. She lay dazed, glowing, pulsing, obscenely content ... the bulk of 
his prick, as large as ever, heavy in her body ... and her body liked the 
sensation of this giant hook in it, this massive owning by another body, 
this unnatural link, exaggerated for greedy, jaded eyes. 

Several Masters clapped. The doctor Master came forward to the table with 
his nurse, Helen. He ordered Jim to pull out. Tammy whimpered dazedly when 
the solid bulk slid from her body. It seemed a natural part of her, somehow. 

The Master examined her. He greased his right hand and bare arm with a 
sterile oil from a tube and sank his hand into her cunt. He fingered her 
channel, an absorbed expression on his face. "Umm ... good ... " He twisted 
his hand like a burrowing animal, so that his palm and fingers touched every 
square inch of her noduled flesh sleeve. 

Finally, he had his arm into her nearly to the elbow. His thick forearm 
distended her opening. His fingers probed the itchy cup of delight in her 
chest. Tammy lay passive, but panted and trembled during the examination. 

"Pain anywhere?" 

She shook her head. She chewed her lower lip. Her long cunt tightened on his 
arm and wrist as he continued to explore her inner cup with knowing fingers 
and thumb. Tammy was unable to suppress a moan of ecstasy. 

The Master quirked a smile. "Excellent reaction. The nerve joinings are at 
least ninety percent in alignment." He said to Helen, "The long splice 
technique is proving out. Healing is complete. I'm really proud of this bit 
of work." He withdrew his arm. He caressed Tammy's lust-taut breasts for a 
few seconds. "You are an unqualified success. Go serve your Masters." 

The portly Master who had first used her, in the plane, claimed her. He took 
her arm. The Master took Tammy to a corner of the room, a nook of banked 
pillows and pads. Lala, the fifteen-year-old blonde, was waiting, naked, 
smiling. The Master settled down into his nest of pillows. "Get Tammy a 
drink." 

"Yes, Master." Lala rose and wended toward the table. 

The Master regarded Tammy with kind eyes. He idly stroked his brown, 
muttonchop sideburns. His bushy hair was well-trimmed. He said, "You seem to 
have adjusted well enough." 

"I've only been here a few weeks and already I'm ... I'm ... they made me 
into a thing." 

He chuckled. "We are all things. The trick is to enjoy the unique advantages 
your differentness bestows upon you. Don't fight what has been done to you, 
Tammy. It is done. It will not be undone." 

"Don't you-can't the doctor change me back to normal?" 

"No. The powerful anti-rejection drugs he uses make it impossible; the shock 
to your system would be too great. Even if we Masters wanted to do that it 
would kill you. Our alterations are one-way." 

"But ... that Master over there has new hearts put in." 

"A new heart is simple compared to what was done to you, my dear. Your whole 
glandular system is different, your organs were rearranged and fixed into 
new positions, arteries and veins were rerouted, new ones added, and your 
nervous system was hooked into the system grown into the long, special 
vagina that was implanted in your torso. I understand it took a week and ten 
different sessions at the operating table to make you what you are now. You 
are a different kind of human being now. You'll come to appreciate that more 
and more as time passes." 

Tammy pouted. She hung her head. Her lips formed the words: "I don't want to 
be different!" but she didn't say them aloud. 

Lala returned with a goblet of grape juice for Tammy. Tammy drank it down; 
she was parched. And the Elixir was resurging, sending hot worms of lust up 
and down the length of her long cunt and into her breasts and nipples. 

The master noted Tammy's increased breathing and restless stirrings. 
"Feeling sexy again, Tammy? Lala and I will help you." He opened his robe 
and exposed his noduled prick. It was hard. "Suck me off, Tammy." 

Tammy turned over and lay with her head and shoulders across his hip. She 
guided his prick to her mouth. She was aware of Lala watching. Tammy blushed 
but sucked the Master's knobbed glans the best way she could. 

The Master drew a shaky breath. "You use your tongue as if born to it!" He 
reflexively shoved more of his prick up into her mouth. His eyes fastened on 
her face-on her straining lips. 

Lala asked, "Master, may I?" 

"Do as you like." 

"Thank you, Master!" Lala positioned herself on her back with her head 
between Tammy's legs. She patted Tammy's rounded buttocks. "Up on your 
knees, Tammy." 

Tammy knew Lala's command was as good as the Master's. She obeyed. She 
secretly welcomed Lala's upturned mouth when the pretty blonde wriggled 
closer and kissed her big, drippy slit. 

Tammy sucked the Master with all her skill, induced by the Elixir in her 
bloodstream, and by her fear of the pain egg she knew was close by. 

The Master trembled on the brink of a quick orgasm. "Suck-suck-AHHH ... " 
His prick leaped up deeper into Tammy's mouth, spurting-spurting! She tasted 
a thick, chocolaty syrup. She whipped her tongue in it, against the 
clustered nodes on the underside of the jerking, spewing prick. Tammy 
swallowed the stuff and liked it. She sucked on the big glans to get more. 
She drained him of the flavored semen. 

While Tammy sucked so well, Lala lay under Tammy's spread thighs, her mouth 
clinging to Tammy's enlarged vulva, her tongue fluttering against the 
natural clitoris and the ring of nodes just inside the vagina opening. Tammy 
was gasping with need. Her insides were a vast, deep ache. She writhed 
against Lala's head, smearing the girl's face with cunt juice. 

The Master sighed with contentment. He watched the girls for a moment. He 
said, "Lala, arm fuck her. She needs a lot of penetration." 

Lala slid out from under Tammy. She brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes 
and got up on her hands and knees behind and beside Tammy, who still knelt 
with her mouth hovering over the Master's slightly shrunken prick. 

Lala fisted her left hand and pushed it between Tammy's thighs-to the gaping 
wet slit-and into the long, hot cunt. Tammy shuddered at the welcome 
invasion and impulsively dipped her head and sucked the Master's prick into 
her mouth. Lala reached under Tammy with her right hand and fondled the 
girl's lush, hanging breasts. Her fingers tweaked the swollen stemlike 
nipples. Lala's fist drove into Tammy's body-up into her spasming cunt, 
until her arm was stopped from further penetration at the elbow bend. Her 
fist didn't quite reach into the waiting, begging clitoris cup in Tammy's 
chest. Her upper arm was pressed into the crease of Tammy's ass. 

Tammy whimpered as she sucked the Master. She squirmed and pressed back 
against Lala's arm and shoulder. Lala opened her fist. Her fingers explored 
the cup. Tammy began panting and sucking wildly. She plunged her head to 
take almost all the Master's prick, to the back of her throat where it 
butted solidly against gag-triggering nerves. But Tammy didn't care. Her 
body-mind was melting in the fire of her shivery-hot climax. Lala was arm 
fucking her now-driving her forearm and open fist like a spear up into her 
body, sliding faster than Jim's immense prick. Her seeking fingers brushed 
into the cup with each thrust of her arm. 

The Master was aroused by Tammy's erotic madness. Tammy gagged continuously 
on his prick as she kept it seated in her throat. She convulsed her palate 
on the thick shaft, made awful strangling sounds, sucked air horribly, and 
half consciously kept her tongue working on the long, noded surface. The 
Master gasped, "Fantastic ... fantastic." He started fucking up into her 
clinging, sucking, convulsing throat. Tammy's lips were leeched tight around 
his prick's bulk. She made ungulate passion sounds in her chest and throat 
... animal sounds. 

Lala grew tired. Her arm was weak from the fast pistoning. She drew her arm 
free of Tammy's spasming, hot, gooey cunt. Tammy wailed and felt cheated. 
She hardly knew who she was during this extreme state of lust and sexual 
tension and release. 

The Master was breathing harshly, almost at climax. "Don't stop, Tammy!" 

Tammy obeyed. She throbbed with the ache to be filled, but she sucked 
maniacally, and used her hands to cup his scrotum and fondle his balls. 
Tammy's sweet, full lips swept down the Master's prick, over the sensitive 
nodes, then yielded wet, glistening inches briefly, then swept-hot and 
clinging-down again till the glans was buried in the constricted, gagging, 
upper part of her throat. He grunted weakly, trembled, and spurted into her 
throat. 

Tammy was greedy for his flavored semen. She used her hands to pump his cock 
for the last drop, while her suctioning mouth held his glans ardent 
prisoner. 

He gasped, "Enough for now!" 

Tammy released his prick. She rolled aside. Her belly and stomach area 
rippled and flexed. The Elixir was still rolling in her blood. She felt 
lightheaded, driven. She had to have something in her cunt! And Tammy was 
hungry again. Ravenous! She asked beseechingly, "Master, may I get something 
to eat?" 

"Yes, go, and then go to Master number Two, our only woman Master." 

Tammy did not like the old crone-bony hands and cruel, heartless mind. Tammy 
liked this Master best. He was kind underneath his selfishness. But Tammy 
said submissively, "Yes, Master!" She hurried to the table and piled a plate 
high with meats. She poured herself a goblet of milk and ate gluttonously, 
hunched over amid a welter of large pillows, apart from everyone. 

As she ate, Tammy watched the activities: She saw Cathy kneeling between the 
widespread legs of Master number One whose eyes burned bright blue from aged 
sockets as she used her two tongues and altered mouth, cheeks, and throat to 
suck him to a series of spectacular orgasms. Janey was involved with the 
doctor Master and Helen in an involved triple sex-act. Alma and Georgie, the 
twin girls with real pricks growing from their loins, were writhing on the 
table, in the sixty-nine position, sucking each other's prick, and fucking 
each other with fat rubber dildoes at the same time. 

The old woman Master was watching intently, calling instructions ... while 
two small girls, not over six years of age, sucked fiercely on her clit 
nipples. An older boy lay almost buried between her bent, lean legs, 
applying a vibrator to her gray-fuzzed slit and the protruding cluster of 
pleasure nodes. The woman Master twitched and jerked constantly. Her wigged 
head lolled for brief seconds as she was overwhelmed by the intense peaks of 
sensation. 

Jim-Tammy looked for him. He wasn't in the orgy room. Olga, the Swedish girl 
with the special passage that started at her lips and reached down to the 
pit of her stomach, was amusing Master number Ten by plunging her left hand 
and forearm down into her throat. Dozens of young boys and girls acted as 
servants and attendants. They had not yet been altered. Perhaps they never 
would be. There were only so many freakish sexual things that could be done 
to the human body. 

When she had finished her plate of meat and drained her goblet, Tammy felt 
refreshed. Refueled, she thought, humiliated, her old self again uppermost 
in her brain. The Elixir was still powerful in her. Her core still ached for 
filling-for fucking-but she was not out of control. 

Tammy caught an imperious glance from the woman Master. Come to me! it said. 
Tammy went to the woman Master, wending her way through the hundreds of 
pillows and sponge mats and deep carpeting. There were paths created by 
servants. The woman gestured Tammy down beside her. She ordered one of the 
little girls away. "Ginny, go fetch the special vibrator I had made for 
Tammy. It's in my suite, in the bottom drawer of the green bureau." The 
little naked girl scampered away. 

The woman slid her left arm around Tammy's shoulders and hugged Tammy close. 
"You're behaving quite well tonight, my dear. Adjusting remarkably well! I 
talked with the doctor and he is all puffed with pride at how you 
performed." 

But the thoughts of escape still persisted in Tammy's mind. She hated being 
a slave to the Masters! She hated the irresistible lust imposed by the 
Elixir. It was unnatural and totally humiliating. Tammy was sure she was the 
same girl in mind at least, as before-before the kidnapping, before the 
Elixir, before the operation. 

"Suckle of my nipple, Tammy ... Umm ... that's right ... little baby ... you 
give me so much pleasure ... such a clever little tongue." 

Ginny returned a few minutes later with a long purple velvet-covered box. 
The Master took it and placed it across her lap. "Tammy, this is for you ... 
" She pressed the snaps and the arched top opened. Inside, lying in a pink 
satin bed, was a huge, flesh-colored dildo. It was a very accurately 
sculpted imitation of a prick, and was even longer than Jimmy's prick. "Lift 
it out, dear child." 

Tammy didn't want to even touch it. But she had to obey. The thing had the 
feel of skin and flesh and it was heavy! There was a hand grip on the end 
and a control knob of some kind. 

The Master took it from Tammy. "It has a vibrating mechanism inside and six 
batteries. This knob controls the intensity of the vibration." The Master's 
smile accented her hooked nose, and spread a tracery of wrinkles across her 
withered face. She said, "This is my gift to you, my child. It is yours to 
keep. I'm sure you will find it of great value when you are alone and in 
need of relief of tension." 

"Thank you, Master." 

"Try it. See how it works." The Master handed the heavy, realistic thing 
back to Tammy. 

Tammy held it and wanted to smash it. It was a horrible pink and white club. 
Part of her mind was revolted at the thought of pushing it into her body ... 
and part was curious and wanted it! Tammy knew she had to obey. The egg-she 
couldn't face even a split second of that kind of terrible pain. 

"Work it in slowly, dear." 

Tammy obeyed. The heavy length lay between her opened legs. She pulled the 
head of it into her still-drippy slit. It felt so good! She was ashamed of 
the pleasure and of her desire for more and more of the shaft. Tammy pulled 
the solid fleshlike column up into her glowing cunt ... deeper and deeper 
until she lay on her back, knees up, arms pushing her large, jutting breasts 
into startling prominence as she gripped the end of the dildo between her 
twitching thighs. Tammy sighed. She was complete again-filled again! Her 
chest pulsed with hot sensation as the wonderful cup next to her 
fast-beating heart was full of the plastic-fleshed dildo head. 

"Now, Tammy ... turn the knob just a little bit." 

Tammy's fingers found the control. She twisted it a fraction. It clicked and 
she felt ... a soft, gentle pulsing the whole length of her cunt. It was a 
delicious pleasure, different from pure fucking. Tammy sighed and sighed 
again. Without being told, she turned the knob further. The gentle pulsing 
became stronger. The thick, heavy shaft vibrated in her core-in her 
sensitized cunt-and forced a quick, uneven sucking of breath. 

Tammy twisted the knob again. The dildo was a humming monster! Tammy blazed 
with breathtaking pleasure. She shook helplessly, her fingers trembled on 
the control. She cried out in an astonished, wondering voice that broke and 
crumbled to sobs of delight. 

Tammy's hands slipped away from the end grip and control of the buzzing 
shaft. She shook and writhed and flopped. Tammy's eyes lost focus. She 
panted like a small dog on a hot day. After endless, glorious moments, she 
managed to turn off the vibration. She had almost fainted from the throbbing 
waves of rapture. She did not want to remove the wonderful artificial prick. 

But-"Take it out now, dear, and put it back in its box. It is for private 
use, later. Not during an orgy. That's right. Did you like it?" 

"Oh, yes, Master!" 

"Good. Now suck my nipple again, dear. You are so good at it." 

Chapter Eleven 

Late the next morning Tammy lay in her bed, half awake, thinking about the 
Masters, her new life, her changed body. The door to her room clicked and 
opened. Jim peeked in. He smiled. "Awake?" He wore a loose blue shirt and a 
gray pair of slacks. 

Tammy sat up. The covers fell away from her naked breasts. She didn't care. 
She saw that Jim's huge prick was a disguised bulge up the front of his 
body, under the shirt. Tammy asked, "Are you allowed to visit me?" 

"I've been a good boy for the past two months, so I get certain privileges. 
I'm even allowed to visit new girls like you." He entered. "But if you 
misbehave, I am responsible." 

"Oh. What are the rules?" 

"No suicide, no escape attempts, no trying to seduce the guards ... that 
kind"of thing. Also stay away from the radio room, the plane hangar, and the 
docks." 

"Can I go outside?" Tammy was delighted. 

"With me, yes. Not alone, yet." Jim brushed back his long sandy hair. "Get a 
dress or something and come on. We'll eat a late breakfast and I'll show you 
the island." 

"I don't have clothes. Just that thing!" Tammy pointed to the obscene 
costume she had been required to wear to the orgy the night before. 

"Look in your closet." 

There were dresses and play suits and skirts and blouses-all to her size. 
The dresser drawers were full of panties and slips and stockings. But no 
bras. 

"They like their girls braless." Jim grinned. "I like you that way, too." 

"Even without that drug they make us drink?" 

"Yes." 

Tammy liked Jim, too. She dressed in an orange suede skirt and loose, airy 
white blouse, with matching sandals. She was delighted to leave her room. 
Jim took her to a small dining room just off the mansion's large kitchens, 
where the staff ate, and they had bacon and eggs, toast and milk. Tammy 
became aware of her cunt. It seemed to awaken as she ate. They chatted about 
their former lives. Jim had been a freshman in high school when he had been 
kidnapped and brought to the island. He had been told that evidence was 
planted that he had run away from home. 

They walked out onto the extensive grounds. There were tennis courts in back 
of the huge house, and a swimming pool. Girls and boys frolicked in the 
water. A small golf course started off to the left. The act of walking 
caused her cunt to rub its sensitized inner surfaces together. Tammy could 
see a Master out on the second fairway. Tammy wondered if her breakfast had 
been spiked with Elixir. She was getting aroused! 

Jim said, "It's a seductive life. If you behave and serve the Masters well." 

Tammy nodded. "This skirt is expensive! It must've cost at least fifty 
dollars! Wow! All those clothes." She felt wetness in her new panties. Her 
cunt was getting juicy. She was ashamed. She couldn't stop it! 

"They were bought for you while you were recovering from your operation. 
This afternoon a little girl will be given to you as a personal slave. 
You'll be like a minor-league Master." 

"How come?" Tammy breathed faster than necessary. Each step made it worse. 
She wanted sex. She wanted Jim to fuck her! 

"You're one of the stars now. Until they tire of you." Jim was bitter. He 
led Tammy across a road to more open country. 

"Then what-after the Masters get tired of me?" 

"Then you're demoted to a semi-servant like Janey and Cathy. And when you're 
too old they ship you off somewhere to serve somebody who has bought you in 
a foreign country ... like maybe in Africa or Asia somewhere." 

"You, too?" Tammy licked her lips. Her cunt was a glowing tube of very 
pleasant sensation. Any twisting or bending of her torso added a bit of 
pleasure. 

"Sure. In a year or less. I'll be 'performing' with my king-size poker 
forever ... in illegal sex circuses and exhibitions." 

"But ... will they let you go? I mean, you're so different-like me-from 
normal. Wouldn't the Masters be afraid you'd talk about them and tell the 
police and the government about this island and everything? " 

"Yeah ... We're a new thing, all this gland changing and surgery and 
transplants and everything. It's pretty advanced medical stuff. They can't 
let us off the island." 

They started up a low, bare hill. Jim walked glumly. "I guess they'll kill 
me. Sooner or later." 

Tammy felt the same hopelessness. "Me, too?" But she also felt a slow 
melting in her chest. She panted into a sweet orgasm as she climbed the 
slope beside Jim. "They'll want new faces. Maybe you'll last four or five 
years. Then they'll get rid of you to make room. Or maybe they'll let you 
commit suicide." 

Tammy began to cry. It was partly homesickness and dread and shame at her 
helplessness against her new sexuality. 

"Stop that! Somebody might be watching us!" 

Tammy stifled her sobs. After a moment of walking silently side by side, she 
said, "I want to escape!" She struggled to hide her continued arousal. The 
crotch of her panties was sopping wet. 

"So do I! But ... look!" They had reached the crest of the hill. "See the 
docks? They're guarded twenty-four hours a day. The yachts have guards on 
them." 

Tammy saw a small jet circling the island. "Does that belong to the 
Masters?" 

"Yes, I've seen it before. This is the time most of them come to the island 
for vacation. We'll probably have to perform again tonight for the newly 
arrived Masters." 

"How many Masters are there?" 

"About twenty, I think. I wish I knew how to fly. I think I could steal one 
of the planes." 

"Could we make a raft?" 

"No trees anywhere except on the estate, around the house. But ... I'll tell 
you. I made friends with one of the dock guards. He's pretty careless and he 
trusted me. I know I can steal his gun anytime I want!" 

"Then hijack one of the yachts?" 

"Sure! Then radio for help!" 

They grinned at each other. 

Jim added, "But it's dangerous!" 

Tammy thought about what the woman Master had told her. "We have to be very 
careful!" 

"I know it! But I don't think I have much time left." Jim took her hand. "We 
better keep moving. You want to walk around the island?" 

Tammy chewed her lower lip. She faced a seductive hike. She knew a walk that 
far would produce maybe dozens of orgasms in her cunt. All those nodes ... 
even the act of breathing deeply caused flares of delicious sensation in the 
clit cup set between her lungs. 

Tammy clutched Jim's hand. "All right," she said shakily. "I guess I should 
see everything." She was ashamed to tell him what was happening inside her. 

Chapter Twelve 

Tammy stood astraddle Jim's lean hips. He lay on a pad on the marble table. 
He held his giant, always rigid prick upright, using both hands at the 
three-inch thick root of the shaft. Tammy wore the costume of the night 
before, with its accented cunt and breast holes. The head of Jim's prick 
almost reached to her crotch. It brushed the inside of her round thighs. 
Tammy's full breasts were heaving. A small half glass of the Elixir raged in 
her blood. 

She met Jim's equally fevered gaze. The doctor Master had "suggested" that 
they do it this way tonight: "You fuck him this time, Tammy. Get on top. Sit 
down on that pole cock." 

The newly arrived Masters were watching raptly, grinning, drinking, being 
sucked, or (in one case) being fucked. Dozens of the child slaves and older 
servants were sneaking looks as they performed their duties. Someone changed 
the tape on the stereo; it became a swift reverberation of jungle drums. 

Tammy was juicy wet at the crotch. Her nipples were puffed and tingling. She 
bent her knees and felt the huge glans nudge into her loose, drippy slit. It 
found her entrance. Tammy's heart raced with lust. The fear was gone-she 
knew she could take the monster cock. She wanted it! 

A crazy notion whispered in her mind: Give them a good show-drop down on it! 
But she couldn't quite risk that. Not this time ... not yet. 

Tammy let herself down onto the thick column of gristle, bone and skin. The 
head popped up into her greedy cunt. She gasped and almost let herself drop. 
It was a strain to maintain this semi-crouch. The hot itching pleasure lured 
her down and down. 

The Masters crowded the table. "Take it, baby!" 

"Down and dirty, honey!" 

With a tremulous sob, Tammy had to go quickly to her knees. Jim's prick was 
driven more than ten inches up into her abdomen. Her flexing, 
muscle-enclosed cunt flared with pleasure. She closed her big, little-girl 
eyes and threw her head back. Her red hair hung, swaying. She drew a ragged, 
gasping breath. Tammy quivered. The golden cup in her chest demanded Jim's 
ultimate penetration. She shook her head in futile denial of its power over 
her. But her thighs seemed to operate on their own-they let her weight force 
the giant prick up into her chest-all the way! The cup was filled! It 
seethed with fiery pleasure. 

The stiff blond curls around the root of his massive cock were tickling the 
inside of her sticky slit. His wonderful thickness stretched her cunt 
entrance and distended her long, noded flesh tube. Every inside inch of her 
was alive, crawling with sensation! Tammy quivered on the total impalement. 

She leaned forward and the living pole embedded in her body stirred and slid 
in her. She found herself looking down at Jim's pale, lust-strained, 
handsome face. His blond hair was sticking damply to his forehead. Her 
perfect, rounded, succulent breasts poked hard nipples down into his chest. 
His arms closed over her back. He pulled her lower for a kiss. Their kiss 
was hot and sweet and passionate. He began urging Tammy to move on him. He 
jerked his hips to start a maddeningly pleasurable fuck. 

Tammy abandoned the kiss. She braced herself over him on her hands and knees 
and began a slow, breathtaking rocking forward and back, forward and back 
... that slid his prick almost all the way out of her body, then drove it 
back into the hot, clenching depths of her torso. Each time, his glans 
surged up into her blazing cup. The fire of that wet, smacking contact, that 
hand-in-glove fit, rocked her mind with ecstasy. 

Tammy went shivery and molten inside. She lost control and reared forward 
and pushed back onto his golden prod with sobbing greed. Her slit drooled 
juice the length of his massive cock. She impaled herself on him, faster and 
faster, with greater and greater impact. Tammy drew wailing, panting, 
explosive lungfuls of air. She spasmed helplessly, oblivious of the 
grinning, gaping, watching faces. 

Jim went into orgasm with her. His semen poured out into her deep, flushed 
hole. Tammy kept on rearing forward and back in a paroxysm of insatiable 
lust, until she swayed and crumpled in a panting, semi-conscious swoon. 

While still dazed, she was pulled from Jim's arms. A Master was claiming 
her. She was pulled off her ecstatic engorgement. Jim's prick flopped 
stiffly as she fell into the arms of a brown-robed Master. Tammy was carried 
to a colorful fortress of pillows and foam padding. She cried, "I'm hungry 
... please let me eat!" 

The Master laid her in the nest. "Feed her!" The Master was slim, with 
crewcut salt-and-pepper hair. An eight-year-old boy ran for food. A boy with 
a thick, noduled tongue protruding six inches from his mouth quickly crawled 
under the rear of the Master's robe and obviously licked the master's ass. 
The Master knelt comfortably and rested his arms and chest on a large 
tapestry-covered pillow. He gazed at Tammy with inquisitive brown eyes. "I 
don't usually like your body type in a girl, but I've heard you're very good 
with your mouth and tongue. You'll eat my ass as soon as you've filled your 
stomach." He waited expectantly. "What do you say to that?" 

She shuddered inwardly at the prospect of what he wanted. But she said, 
"Yes, Master." Tammy lay almost exhausted, ravenous. Her body was revved up 
on the Elixir, her metabolism was burning blood sugar at a fantastic rate. 
Her lust was building to a demanding pitch again. When the food arrived, she 
ate with her hands at first, swallowing as fast as she could. She felt 
degraded by her body's demands. Tammy felt herself a prisoner in her skull. 
Finally, after a large second helping of roast beef, she sighed and wiped 
her hands and face on a warm, scented, damp towel provided by a smiling 
little boy. 

The Master had his eyes closed. He trembled. Behind him, from under his 
robe, came wet, slobbering sounds. The Master quivered and waggled his hips. 
He breathed fast ... he exhaled sharply a few times, gripped the pillow, 
then kicked at the altered boy behind him. The boy emerged, his noduled, 
extended tongue swollen, purplish, like a flattened, muscled prick. He took 
a damp towel and carefully wiped his tongue. He couldn't withdraw all of it 
into his mouth. 

The Master said to him, "Gordon, go serve another Master. Number Two will 
perhaps want you to tongue fuck her ... No! Stay! Ream Tammy, here, while 
she tongues me." He gestured to Tammy. "Do my asshole now. And take off that 
ridiculous costume." 

Tammy almost couldn't keep from making a face. She whispered, "Yes, Master," 
and moved behind him. She wriggled out of the skin-tight outfit after the 
boy unzipped her. Tammy noticed that the boy had an erection. His prick was 
small, about five inches. She had an impulse to suck it. But the Master came 
first. She smiled at the boy, however, and trailed her hands over his 
bone-hard cock. He smiled back and made a cooing sound around his heavy, 
purple tongue. His eyes were blue, intelligent and not in the least sad. 

Tammy lifted the back of the Master's robe and saw his ass. He had been 
changed there: his anus was an exaggerated, tight-puckered mouth surrounded 
by a ring of pleasure nodes. He commanded, "What are you waiting for, girl? 
Lay your tongue on me! Spear me! Lick me!" 

Tammy could not delay. She wrinkled her nose with distaste, even though his 
anus was wet and clean from the previous tonguing. She leaned forward and 
extended her tongue. She gingerly licked at the circle of nodes. She 
intuitively swirled her tonguetip around and across each sensitive nerve 
cluster. 

The Master murmured, "Yes ... " He waggled his hips seductively. "Penetrate, 
Tammy ... " 

She swallowed and forced herself to press her face tight to his ass-with her 
nose and mouth into the crack between his butt's cheeks. Her tongue found 
the puckered hole and stabbed briefly inside. 

The Master quivered. "More." 

She obeyed. She speared her tongue into his quivering anus. The tiny pink 
mouth spasmed. Tammy realized by feel with her tonguetip that the sphincter 
was noded just inside, too. His rectum seemed to be surfaced with a myriad 
of pleasure nodes. She speared her small tongue in and out. She managed to 
stroke some of the inner clusters. Her mouth was pressed tight against his 
asshole in an obscene French kiss. 

Tammy had forgotten about the boy with the enlarged, noduled, purplish 
tongue. She felt someone probing her crotch as she knelt behind the Master. 
She looked quickly around. The boy was kneeling behind her, his face in turn 
pressed to her rounded, taut, smooth white rump. His long, thick tongue 
easily entered her loose, hairless, wet slit. It sluiced in the juices and 
slithered over the first of her pleasure clusters, and over her natural 
clitoris. 

Tammy shivered and moaned softly. She quickly pressed her face to the 
Master's waiting, flushed anus. She worked her agile, skilled little tongue 
into the clenching opening. The Master sighed. His hips rotated sensually. 
Tammy followed the moving, spasming anus with her mouth. She put her hands 
on his hips for support. Curiously, she reached around to feel his prick. It 
was small but very hard. It was noduled at the head. When she experimentally 
curled her fingers around it and stroked it as she licked and probed his 
anus, he sighed loudly and said appreciatively, "Tammy, you are a natural 
... a natural sex-mad little whore. You know just what a Master wants when 
he wants it." 

The Master quivered as she began tirelessly stabbing her tongue in and out 
of his anus. The boy was bringing Tammy to a climax as his fat, long tongue 
fluttered in her slit's entrance. Tammy groaned against the Master's 
spasming anus, and speared her tongue faster. His nodes were puffed and 
swollen. The anal sphincter muscles tightened down on her penetrating, 
sliding tongue. The Master, too, groaned and exhaled loudly in orgasm. 

Tammy jerked on his prick. Her fingers rubbed gooey secretions over the hard 
nodules. He spurted sharp jets of semen that she caught in her other palm 
and smeared on his glans and shaft, intensifying his sensations. The Master 
trembled, cursed inarticulately, and abruptly kicked back at Tammy. His 
signal to stop. Tammy was aching to be massively fucked. The boy's six-inch 
tongue was further exciting her. She clutched the Master's right thigh and 
pressed her face against his calf. He kicked again and she let go. She 
rolled aside, onto her back. The boy's tongue followed, staying in her 
crotch, lapping in the loose cleft. The boy was enjoying his work-his noded 
tongue assured that. 

The Master saw what he was doing. "No-Gordon! I told you to do her in the 
ass, not ... " 

The boy withdrew his tongue from Tammy's throbbing slit. He cooed fearfully 
around his mouth-filling tongue and his blue eyes were wide with 
apprehension. 

The scene was interrupted by Secret Master One. "We need Tammy for another 
performance." He reached down and took Tammy's hand. His shrewd old blue 
eyes gauged her condition, flicking from her lust-swollen breasts, stemmed 
nipples, and panting breath, to her unconsciously spread legs, dewy slit, 
and restless squirming. His sagging skin creased in a lascivious grin. "We 
have a treat for you, girl. Come to the table." 

He tugged her to her feet. Tammy followed, her long cunt pulsing and 
itching. They made their way toward the center of the low, marble table that 
dominated the orgy room. Tammy assumed she would be fucked by Jim again, and 
was happy. She needed it-and she liked him a lot. But she saw Jim over to 
the right, with Olga, the twelve-year-old girl with the widened throat and 
noded stomach. He was standing beside the old woman Master, legs wide, 
braced, as four other boys swung Olga like a battering ram between them, 
swinging her away till her widened, straining lips barely enclosed the 
clustered head of Jim's huge, fifteen-inch prick ... then swinging her 
forward-ramming her onto the massive shaft, driving it down her altered 
throat till it filled her stomach and her engorged mouth was smacked against 
Jim's pubic hair. 

Tammy could hear Olga's filtered lung valve hissing as she breathed fast. 
Then Tammy saw an odd platform on the "stage" area of the table. It was 
padded on top, contoured, and there were straps. A queasy fear slimed 
Tammy's guts. What were they going to do to her? The Master stepped up on 
the table. Tammy dared not hang back. She asked, "What's this for?" 

"For you to lie on, Tammy." He motioned her onto the narrow, padded top. "On 
your stomach ... over you go ... that's the girl!" 

Tammy found the padding had been preformed to accommodate the contours of 
her neck, shoulders, arms, breasts, and waist. Her legs hung down and her 
knees fit into wide-spaced slots. Her arms hung down into grooves on the 
sides of the platform. She was in a perfect, comfortable position to be 
fucked from behind. The padding raised her ass and exposed her gaping slit. 
Tammy's chin fitted over the padded edge. She could see only straight ahead 
and to the side, not back. 

Master number One soothed her as he personally fitted padded straps over her 
neck, waist, arms ... and locked her knees into the slots. "We had this 
designed and built to your exact specifications, Tammy. We planned it months 
ago. Comfortable?" 

"Yes, Master." Her heart slammed in her chest. The queasy dread in the pit 
of her stomach wouldn't go away. She was completely, totally helpless! Tammy 
experimentally tested the padded straps. She couldn't move more than a 
fraction of ah inch, and only that because of the slightly yielding padding. 

"We have something even more interesting lined up for next week, when all 
the Masters will be here in secrecy assembled." The Master knelt before the 
platform and looked Tammy full in the face. He smiled evilly. He looked to 
the left and called, "Bring him in!" 

Tammy dared to ask, "Who, Master? Who-" 

Tammy heard the full-throated whinny of a horse. Her heart almost stopped. 
Her eyes widened. She looked beseechingly at the Master. He was gloating at 
her expression, drinking it in. He smiled, showing perfect, white teeth. He 
nodded. His old eyes sparkled. "Hard Winner, my prize stallion. You'll love 
his cock, Tammy. He's extremely well hung. Just what you need. And he 
knows-he's been trained." 

Tammy felt sick. She panted with fear. A horse ... a horse was going to fuck 
her ... an animal! Fuck her ... drive his awful thing up into her body ... 
and spew his stuff into her. She knew nothing she could say would stop it! 
Tammy vomited. The half-digested food mixed with stomach juices and her 
drinks splashed on part of the Master's robe. 

He jerked away. "Why did you do that?" 

"Please, Master ... " 

The Master raged, "We provide you brats with a life of luxury, we alter you 
so you can experience supercharged thrills of life, and you vomit on us! 
That's gratitude!" 

"Master-" Tammy's mouth tasted awful. She had to let remnants of vomit drool 
from her lips. 

"You children disobey, you argue, you try to escape, you even wipe out 
hundreds of thousands of dollars of time and skill by committing suicide! 
Wasting all your potential for pleasure and enjoyment because you think 
you're unhappy! Could your mother and father give you all this?" 

The Master gestured to someone out of Tammy's view. He looked down at Tammy 
with disgust. "It cost me a lot of money to fly in Hard Winner for you, I 
hope you can appreciate that, just to give you a big thrill. This is a 
historical occasion. I don't think a girl has ever been totally penetrated 
by a full-sized stallion ever before in the history of mankind-and lived. 
You're the first, Tammy. Think of the honor!" 

Tammy heard the heavy, snorting breath of the horse close by, and the muted 
clomping of his hooves on the thick, padded carpeting. 

The Master stepped off the table, holding his soiled robe away from his 
feet. "I'll have to change. Don't start it until I return!" 

A young boy servant appeared with towels and wiped up the vomit. Another, a 
girl of eight or so, came and wiped Tammy's mouth. She gave Tammy a 
mouthwash of fruit juice and provided a basin. 

The horse clomped impatiently somewhere close. Tammy's stomach burned with 
anxiety as she lay bound in that humiliatingly abased position, open to all 
eyes ... open to the monstrous prick of that waiting horse. 

The Master returned. He called, "Let it begin!" 

A young man appeared in Tammy's left field of vision. He was dressed in work 
clothes. He led a big, beautiful white-maned roan. They circled the 
platform. The horse's hooves were booted to save the marble. 

Tammy gazed fearfully at the powerful animal. Her eyes inevitably were drawn 
to his huge swaying genitals. 

The stallion's prick was as thick as her arm, a wrinkled-leather 
black-brown, and about a foot long. His balls were like apples in a dark 
sack. The animal rolled his brown eyes at Tammy and snorted heavily. He was 
nervous and seemed to sense what was in store for him. His nostrils flared 
as he took in the exotic scents abounding in the orgy room. The handler 
stopped Hard Winner in front of Tammy. Two little naked girls came forward 
and began awkwardly to manipulate the horse's soft prick. It had to weigh at 
least ten pounds. 

The Master spoke from beside the platform. Tammy could not see him. "I want 
you to see all you'll be receiving." He palmed her prominent, rounded 
buttocks as he talked. 

The girls were succeeding in stimulating the stallion. His prick began to 
lengthen dramatically, seeming to slide down out of his massive loins like a 
flexible, drooping, leather-covered baseball bat, handle first. The girls 
giggled and played with it, pushing it heavily to and fro, working the thick 
skin with both hands. 

The Master said, "Now ... now get him into position!" 

The handler led the heavy-breathing stallion down off the low, wide, thick 
marble table, and around, and up onto the stone again, behind the platform. 

Tammy became gut-scared. She panted with fear. Yet-there was also a dirty 
anticipation. A raw, itchy curiosity and lust. It was her awful cunt 
speaking to her-it had to be! Tammy struggled again, briefly, futilely. She 
tensed as she felt a snort of breath on her exposed buttocks and cunt lips. 
Then her buttocks were grazed by something hairy-massive ... Hoarse, deep 
breathing was over her head. She sensed bulk over her ... and abruptly on 
either side of her, astride the narrow platform, appeared the horse's 
forelegs. The huge animal was over her! 

She heard the Master say, "I will make the insertion!" 

Other Masters crowded around the rear of the platform. They fondled her ass 
and underthighs, her back and arms. She couldn't see them, only feel and 
hear. Tammy flushed as inquisitive, bold, marauding fingers poked into her 
anus and a whole hand explored her wet cunt. 

"Get your hand out, number eleven. Now ... " 

Something blunt and very thick and rough textured was pressed into Tammy's 
slit. It was bigger than the head of Jim's prick. It was gigantic! It 
entered her-distending her entrance, stretching her sheath, scraping its 
seamed, coarse hide on the exquisitely sensitive inner surfaces and pleasure 
clusters. Tammy screamed with pain/pleasure/humiliation. She tensed and 
strained but the monstrous insertion went on. She sobbed incoherent pleas to 
God, to the Masters, to anyone, anything, to stop it, stop it, stop it. 

But the brutal engorgement continued-Suddenly the stallion knew where its 
prick had been placed. It snorted and its mighty loins thrust! The 
stallion's colossal shaft shot forward into Tammy's defenseless channel. It 
was viciously sudden and complete. 

Tammy's eyes bulged, her lungs were shouldered aside, her cup was driven 
higher up in her chest, her heart was actually moved. Tammy whuffed! The 
horse's giant cock was like a tree trunk in her body! She tried to draw a 
breath and couldn't. She was paralyzed! Her cunt radiated outraged 
sensations. Its muscled sheath was trembling around the tremendous 
penetration. Abruptly the gigantic shaft was pulled back-Tammy gasped and 
then grunted as the horse cock slammed fully into her again! More than she 
had been altered to take! The platform rocked slightly. Her cup blazed. Her 
insides were afire. 

Tammy became a thing-a tube of flesh into which the whinnying, snorting 
horse drove his foot-and-a-half long cock. Each savage, smacking, jolting 
thrust of the twenty-pound cock, with hundreds of pounds of animal lust 
behind it, exploded an agonized grunt from her throat. She was dazed by the 
terrible, physical impact, inside and out. Her buttocks were rubbed by the 
stallion's belly and inner flanks. His great sack of ballsy swung heavily 
between her strapped-in thighs. 

One thought shouted in her consciousness-TOO THICK-TOO LONG! TOO MUCH-TOO 
MUCH. 

At first she was afraid she would be ruptured-killed! The Masters were awed. 
They were silent. The stallion was unrestrained-it clumped its booted hooves 
on the table for better position, to thrust and thrust and thrust! It 
actually groaned with delight and drooled long streams of saliva from its 
lips. Tammy grunted and grunted and grunted. 

The horse's barrel heaved as he drew vast chestfuls of air. He almost danced 
his hind legs. His rump and buttocks curved down with convulsive bunchings 
of his massive thigh muscles as he plunged his enormous cock in and out of 
Tammy's small, quivering, shuddering, girl's body. Tammy was sheened with 
sweat. Her wide blue eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open, and her 
continuing high-pitched grunts subtly changed. Her cunt had somehow relaxed 
and loosened and stretched enough to take the frightful pounding without 
pain. 

Now ... now the sensations shamefully changed in character. Now she was 
enjoying the monstrous, depraved, bestial fuck! Tammy was only half 
conscious. Each enormous penetration-each incredibly powerful thrust was 
sweet and glorious! Tammy sucked frantic lungfuls of air in the quick second 
of partial withdrawal between chest-filling engorgement. She began to wail 
between forced grunts. A sweet horror filled her mind. She was climaxing! 
Her cunt spasmed around the sweeping, ruthless, irresistible horse-cock. 

Tammy wailed and grunted and gasped and wailed again in the humiliating 
glory of her orgasm. Her cup was a knot of fiery rapture in her chest! Each 
plunging, jolting inner filling and shoving of the cup sent further shocks 
of ecstasy through her pleasure-drenched body. Her captured, strapped torso 
and limbs jerked and trembled as much from her spasming rapture as from the 
immense, jarring, cock thrusts. Tammy sank into an unending delirium of 
shameful pleasure. She glowed and shuddered and convulsed inside. Tammy made 
animal sounds with the huge beast that was over her, fucking her, fucking 
her, fucking her! 

Hard Winner was close to ejaculation. The big roan frothed and blew foamy 
saliva. His big brown eyes jerked and rolled. His carefully groomed sides 
were a bellows. His flanks shivered and twitched. His rippling masses of 
muscle drove his enormous cock in giant, lust-powered thrusts. Faster! 
Smashing penetrations! He snorted. His shivering whinny reached a crescendo. 

Tammy was oblivious to anything but the magnificent, savage plunges of the 
horse's massive shaft. Shame, humiliation, guilt, disgrace ... all had been 
burned from her by the overpowering, in-arguable pleasure that she had at 
first endured and now utterly loved. Tammy was being traumatized by ecstasy! 
She was rocked by the violent, crushing, pistonlike thrusts of the gigantic 
horse-cock. Her torso was engorged! Emptied! Engorged! Each cycle was golden 
and beautiful! 

Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-and did not want to stop being only a 
cunt-a cunt being used! Tammy knew dimly that Hard Winner was close to 
ejaculation. She only wanted the enormous cock to continue sliding and 
pounding into her cunt. But then the huge cock erupted! Thick, syrupy semen 
gushed into her channel! The thrusts were frantic, crashing, liquid-the 
resulting sensations bulged Tammy's eyes and caused weird ululations in her 
high, grunting moans. 

Then Hard Winner was through. He stood quiet over her, and his huge cock 
dropped out of her quivering cunt. A half pint of white, soupy liquid 
dripped and flowed from her loose slit. Tammy lay exhausted, panting, slowly 
returning to the surrounding reality. 

The Masters were admiring. A few turned to congratulate the doctor Master. 
One Master came quickly to the front of the platform and parted his robe. He 
pressed his noduled prick into her lax mouth. Tammy sucked automatically. 
The nodes felt like rubbery warts on the glans. 

The Master was not content with her sucking. He began driving his prick 
deeper into her mouth-into her throat! He gasped and sighed. He gripped the 
sides of her head-held her by fistfuls of her long red hair-and forced his 
long, thick prick down into her throat. 

Tammy was a cunt-only a cunt-pure cunt-She couldn't jerk her head away! Her 
neck was strapped down! The Master had been terribly excited by the 
spectacle of her being horse fucked. He quickly spurted down the upper part 
of her throat and pulled out. Tammy was finally able to breathe. She tasted 
his semen-lemony flavor. 

Master number One commanded, "Unstrap her. Wash her." 

Young hands loosed her from the form-fitting platform. A little boy gently 
stuffed a plug of absorbent tissues into her slit. Two naked little girls 
with blonde pigtails led her away, out of the orgy room, to her own room. 
They bathed her. They flushed out her cunt. They fed her meats and a 
pungent, stimulating, amber drink. Tammy slipped into another skimpy, 
obscenely designed costume. 

Refreshed, Tammy was led back to the orgy room. She looked first for Jim, 
but could not see him. There were more Masters scattered in nests of pillows 
and pads around the orgy table. Tammy noticed Helen, the doctor Master's 
Negro nurse, with her plug-in nine-inch prick, wildly fucking a new Master 
in the ass. The Master's flabby jowls quivered as his face twisted with 
pleasure. At the same time he was being sucked by a shockingly young girl 
child who looked no more than four years old. Tammy found Master number Six 
in his corner nest with Lala. She liked him. She went to him. 

He noticed her approach by a circular, unobtrusive route. When she arrived 
and knelt beside him, he smiled. "I'm flattered, Tammy, I was hoping to get 
you again tonight. I've been saving myself for your delightful little 
mouth." He ran his finger over her full, pink lips. "Enthralling, how you 
manage to suck so well ... at thirteen. It has to be raw talent." He said to 
Lala: "Go to another Master. Amuse yourself with another slave. Leave us." 

For an instant Lala appeared to be about to resist, to object. Her eyes 
snapped with jealousy and anger. But she bowed her head and left the nest. 

The Master thoughtfully stroked his long brown muttonchop sideburns. "She's 
been with me for a long time. Maybe too long." He smiled at Tammy. He 
trailed his fingers over her lush, rounded, pink-nippled breasts. "It was 
incredible, seeing you being screwed by that horse. Absolutely fantastic. 
Did you enjoy it?" 

"Not at first." Tammy blushed. "But then ... I did, yes." She reached 
hesitantly for a plate of roast beef cubes. She looked to him for 
permission. Her body was fuel hungry again. A dull glowing itch was 
beginning in her cunt. 

The Master nodded and waved to go ahead. "I'm going to arm fuck you in a few 
minutes, while you suck out my chocolate syrup. Want that to happen?" 

Tammy smiled and nodded. "Yes, Master!" She genuinely meant it. Then she was 
taken aback at herself. She wanted to escape! 

Tammy ate the still-warm beef cubes quickly, ashamed of her appetite. The 
Master watched her and played with her body as she ate. His fingers twiddled 
her natural clitoris. Tammy opened her thighs further and further for him. 
She drank at least a quart of the purple drink from a large, self-chilled 
pitcher. 

The Master said, bemused, "Gas tank all full?" 

Tammy smiled self-consciously. "The Elixir makes me so hungry and thirsty so 
fast! 

He nodded. "Does it make you hungry and thirsty for my prick?" 

"Yes, Master." Tammy saw he was strongly erect. His robe was tented by the 
hard eight inches. 

"Come, then. On hands and knees while you suck me off. Move around here so I 
can fuck with my left arm." 

Tammy's itchy cunt flared with need at his words. She positioned herself and 
lifted open his robe. His noduled prick was jerking with the beat of his 
pulsing blood. The Master's left hand fondled her taut, smooth, white 
buttocks. 

He commented, "A nice ass is like a nice, round pair of breasts ... both 
sexually attractive on a basic, animal level. Wiggling, flipping ass ... 
bouncing, jiggling tits ... all the same as sex signals." 

Tammy bent lower and licked his violet glans. She played with the shaft, 
grazing gentle fingertips over the sensitive bumps. 

"I wonder if girls who go braless realize what a powerful sexual signal 
they're broadcasting? Are they really offering? Or are they subtly indulging 
in a little safe prick teasing?" 

Tammy didn't answer. She guessed he was musing aloud. She opened her hot, 
sweet, young mouth and took in three inches of his prick. She slithered her 
tongue around and around. 

"Ummmm ... Tammy ... where did that talent come from? You must have been 
born with a prick in your mouth." 

He slid his bunched fingers into her eager slit ... into the warm, slick 
depths. His whole hand ... his wrist ... Deeper ... deeper ... his forearm. 

Tammy whined with lust as he touched her cup. Her cunt tightened on his arm. 
She swooped her mouth lower on his prick, till her gag reflex made her 
cough. Her palate spasmed on his glans. 

The Master groaned. "Ohh, Jesus ... take it into your throat again, Tammy! 
More of that action!" To reward her, to encourage her, he drove his arm 
deeper into her cunt. He curled his extended fingers into a fist and sank 
his arm into her to the elbow. His knuckles seated into her cup. Her chest 
bloomed with pleasure as he turned his fist this way and that. 

Tammy blindly slid her full, wet lips down his thick, bumpy shaft. His glans 
again seated in the back of her throat. Her neck muscles fluttered and 
clamped on his prick as she fought the gag reflex. Tammy finally had to 
raise her head a bit to get air. Her mind whirled with sensation from his 
twisting arm in her long cunt. She dove her head feverishly and rammed his 
prick into her convulsive throat again ... then again ... and again. 

The Master threw his head back. His eyes rolled. He gasped with ecstasy. He 
spread his legs wide for leverage and stability as he began arm fucking 
Tammy. Fast! Deep! Staggering arm thrusts into her body. 

Tammy seemed to erupt inside. Unbearable sexual pleasure coursed through her 
body/mind. She dove her mouth on his prick faster and faster, and slithered 
her tongue with insane, lust-driven skill. Her palate and throat seemed 
dulled, overcome, by the steady, quick deep invasions. The gag reflex seemed 
to fade and die away. It no longer bothered her to drive his prick all the 
way down! She took his shaft to the root! 

"AH-ahhh ... " He jetted into her throat. Some of it trickled into her 
stomach-some into her trachea. She had to cough explosively to drive the 
semen out of the lung passage. But then Tammy instantly clamped her mouth on 
his spurting prick and sucked the delicious chocolate-tasting fluid. Her own 
orgasm diminished-mercifully. She had been about to pass out it had been so 
strong. 

The Master slowed his arm plunges. He stopped, but kept his arm buried in 
her cunt. He sighed as his prick was licked clean. It drooped from Tammy's 
willing lips. He said, "Not even those girls and boys altered to give a 
superior suck can match you. Amazing. And I'm an expert on being sucked." 

"Thank you, Master." 

He pulled his arm out of her cunt. His skin was slippery wet with her 
juices. 

Tammy took up a scented, damp towel and wiped his arm and hand. She kissed 
his palm. She cuddled against him, within the circle of his right arm. She 
felt content. He was like a real father to her. Tammy saw another Master 
approach, one she had never seen before. He was lean and stooped, with long, 
bony arms. He was totally bald and old! 

"Hogging her all to yourself, number Six?" 

"She's my favorite, Fourteen. I picked her out, deflowered her and delivered 
her." 

"Finders keepers, eh?" 

"The rules forbid that, totally. But I may make her my private girl. Lala is 
getting too smart-alecky and hard to control." 

"While, I hear, Tammy here is a hell of a mouth girl, umm?" 

"That she is. Want to try her?" 

"Of course. May I join you?" 

"Absolutely. Tammy, suck Fourteen off. His flavor might interest you." 

Fourteen cackled. He opened his black robe. His prick was erect-a long, 
curving bonelike organ, with nodes on it the size of Tammy's fingertips. 

Tammy didn't want to suck off this new Master. She wanted to limit herself 
to Six and Jim. But she had to obey. Tammy was amazed at the size of this 
Master's nodules. She leaned over and studied them. They were in fact tiny 
circumcised penises. They were real! 

The Master said, "Transplants, Tammy. From monkeys. No other Master has 
them." 

Tammy was disgusted, but kept her face blank. She took the base of his prick 
in her hands and lowered her mouth to the hydra-headed glans. The head of 
his thin, long down-curved prick was like a weird flesh bloom-the tiny 
transplanted penises were like the petals of a flower. 

Tammy opened her lips wide and took the diminutive prick cluster into the 
hot wetness of her mouth. She stroked her small, agile tongue over each 
tiny, sensitive glans. The feel of them in her mouth was strange. It was 
like a circular bunch of grapes in her mouth. 

Tammy sucked them and conscientiously experimented with ways to lick and to 
create pleasure for the Master. 

Fourteen watched her gently bobbing, turning head. He stroked her long red 
hair. "I see-I see why you love this darling, Six. My dear heaven ... She's 
all tongue ... uhhh ... so hot and soft ... the tongue ... only one tongue?" 

Six smiled. "A mouth for all Masters, eh?" He shifted slightly and fed 
Tammy's cunt his arm. 

Tammy felt the Master's hand sink into her belly, and then his wrist, and 
then his forearm! The itchy lust of her cunt was awakened again. Her 
spiraling pleasure centers and cup were stimulated to a swift, 
sheet-lightning radiance of sensations. Tammy sobbed in climax as she worked 
on the flower of tiny pricks in her saliva-rich mouth. Finally she drove 
them to the back of her throat. 

The Master panted and goggled at her dipping and rising head. His old mouth 
pursed, then opened to emit a bark of rapture. 

Tammy was in heaven-Master number Six was arm fucking her to an oblivion of 
pleasure. Her cunt felt like a golden ingot was sliding in and out of it. 

Master Fourteen's bony hips jerked. A trickle of odd-tasting juice came from 
the tip of his altered prick. Tammy sucked it up. Only the large "mother" 
prick gave out juice. The circular cluster of monkey pricks did not 
ejaculate. 

Fourteen had had enough. He thrust Tammy's clinging, sucking mouth away. 
"Stop! She tries to suck your mind out through your peter, doesn't she?" 

Six grinned. He gave Tammy's flushed, spasming cunt three more, full-length 
jolts with his arm, then pulled free. His hand came-out dripping. 

Tammy fell forward, across Fourteen's legs, in a near faint. She was dizzy 
from the powerful surges of ecstasy that she had experienced. She remained 
there, gasping, dull-eyed, as the two Masters discussed a political 
situation in a foreign country. She was getting hungry again. The itch still 
lurked in her cunt, only temporarily subdued. 

The Masters were discussing her again: "How can you pick sweet little 
sexpots like this? What's your secret?" 

"I must admit Tammy is a surprise. I researched her and expected a healthy 
sex drive, but her genius for sucking is a bonus." 

Tammy was ashamed of Six's praise. It wasn't right to be proud of something 
like that-sucking a prick! Was it? She knew, in the normal world, she would 
be condemned and in disgrace ... maybe put away in a prison or something, if 
she sucked around a lot and it became known. But here-in the Masters' world 
... Tammy couldn't think straight. Her mind spun. The world of her parents 
and school was far away now. It was receding, fading ... and the values of 
that world were now only memories. 

The itching glow in her chest told her she would never be able to go back. 
But Tammy couldn't admit it! She would get away from these awful people! She 
would escape! What the Masters were doing was bad! It had to be exposed and 
stopped! 

Chapter Thirteen 

The next afternoon Jim came to Tammy's room. Tammy was lying in bed after a 
morning bath. She was naked, luxuriating in silky sheets, a breakfast tray 
on the bed with her. She was reading a comic book. Beside her, also naked, 
lay her personal servant, a ten-year-old girl named Emerald. Emerald was 
Oriental, slim, quiet. Tammy smiled an eager welcome as Jim entered. "Hi! 
Are you as tired as I am? That orgy last night ... " 

Jim nodded. "I saw. Making you take that horse was really rotten!" 

"Oh. Yes. After that, though. Number Six kept me almost all night, all to 
himself. I'll bet I sucked him off a dozen times." 

"Yeah ... I saw you. You want to go out for a walk?" Jim glanced nervously 
at Emerald. "Without your slave." 

There was a special undertone to Jim's voice that clued Tammy. "Oh-sure! Let 
me put something on." She hopped out of bed and went to her closet full of 
new clothes. Emerald went with her. 

Five minutes later, Tammy and Jim were outside the mansion, walking hand in 
hand across the road in back of the big house. Tammy wore a bright orange 
microdress with a ruffled skirt that easily showed her matching panties. She 
didn't care about modesty. She had had little concern about it back home, 
and here on the Masters' island. Her cunt started to act up with her 
extended walking and body movement. 

Jim waited until they were in the dune area. There was an air of suppressed 
excitement in his manner, more and more, as they walked into total privacy. 

Tammy was panting lightly from a climax that she had managed to hide. 

He finally blurted triumphantly, "I got a gun last night!" 

"You did? Groovy! How?" A funny flutter came to Tammy's stomach. 

"I sneaked out of the orgy last night when they set up Olga and the donkey. 
I knew that would attract all the attention. A donkey fucking a 
twelve-year-old in the throat! Jesus-these sex nuts-they've been so jaded 
after all these years ... Anyway, I told you I was friends with this dock 
guard. Last night he and some of the other guards were having their own 
little orgy with two of the kitchen girls. While he was fucking one of them 
I sneaked up and went into his room-each guard has a private room down there 
and stole his little automatic. He had it in his trunk. I saw it when he was 
showing me some of his Korean medals." 

"Won't he know?" 

"Naw. He's got his big .38 for guard duty. He never opens his trunk. He only 
opened it for me because I was curious about his medals." 

Tammy asked, "Is it loaded-the automatic?" 

"Sure! I've got it hidden down by the dock. All wrapped up and buried. Some 
orgy night we can slip out, I'll get the gun, we slip on board a boat-I've 
got one all picked out-and we get the drop on the guard, tie him up good, 
and we get away!" 

"Won't they go after us?" 

"Sure, they'll try, but I've got the fastest boat picked out! I'm not dumb!" 

"Wow ... it sounds so easy." Tammy was uneasy. The woman Master's warning 
echoed in her mind. She had a shivery memory of the pain egg. 

"The big thing was getting that gun! I'll bet nobody ever had a gun to try 
an escape with before." Jim was proud. 

Tammy was breathing open-mouthed. They were on an upslope and each sliding 
step in the sand, each bend and twist of her body, brought exquisite 
touchings of the noded flesh walls in her cunt. Tammy found herself twisting 
sideways deliberately. A section was touching itself delightfully up near 
her cup. She quivered, eyes closed, for a few lush seconds. 

"What's the matter?" Jim had stopped ahead of her and was looking back. 

Tammy was still ashamed to admit the truth to him. He would be contemptuous. 
She said, "I'm not used to hiking like this!" 

"Oh, yeah, you were kept in that hospital bed for so long, I guess your 
muscles got weak." 

"I guess so. Can we sit down for a while?" 

"Can you make it over to that clump of beach grass?" 

A moment later Tammy sank down into the tall, thick clumps of reedlike 
grass. She crossed her legs to hide the wetness of her crotch. Her orange 
panties were dripping. Her cunt was alive with itchy desires again. 

Jim settled down beside her. "The United States is only about two-hundred 
miles northeast of here. In a fast boat we could make it in maybe six hours 
... like from midnight till six. One night." 

Tammy caught some of his enthusiasm and confidence. "Then the government 
would have to investigate! I mean-just seeing you!" She impulsively reached 
over and squeezed the permanently stiff thickness of his fifteen inch prick, 
hidden under his belt and loose shirt. Tammy wanted Jim to fuck her. 

Jim sensed her desire. He kissed her. His hand came to her open thighs and 
slid into her wet crotch. His fingers edged under the low waistband of her 
bikini panties and immediately sank into her slippery cunt. 

Tammy tongued feverishly during the kiss. It seemed the most natural thing 
in the world for her now. She worked on his belt and opened his pants. She 
pushed his shirt up. His massive prick fell away from his chest like a 
toppling tree. It landed heavily across her naked lap. Tammy stroked it, 
clasping it with both hands, feather touching the nodes. She cradled the 
huge prick in her arms like a baby, nuzzling it with her face and kissing it 
lovingly. Tammy couldn't possibly take the large head into her mouth, but 
she licked it like a mother cat licks a newborn kitten. 

Jim worked his hand deeper into her hot cunt. His fingers sought and found 
her nodes, in turn. 

Tammy trembled with pleasure and brought shivers of pleasure to him. She 
gave herself to a kiss, then whispered in his ear, "Fuck me, Jimmy." 

He caressed her swollen nipples and large, lust-rounded breasts. He said, 
"Take off your dress and lay on it. The sand-" 

Her wet panties had picked up a coating of dry sand. Tammy stood, wriggled 
out of her panties, swiftly pulled off her dress and positioned herself on 
it. She drew her legs back till her knees were pressing into the soft, warm 
cushions of her breasts. "Fill me, Jimmy. Fill me up to the brim!" 

He dropped the knobbed end of his giant prick into her flushed, juicy slit. 
He sank six inches into her. He was able to suckle her puffed, pink nipples 
in that position. 

Tammy writhed. It was tantalizing, having only part of his massive prick, 
needing it all, yet loving having her nipples tongued and sucked. Then 
Jimmie reared forward and sank the thick length of his prick into her belly, 
stomach, chest! Up-up into her! Up into the center of her young body. Tammy 
groaned and shuddered with love-and completion. His prick had been made for 
her! Or she had been made for him! 

Jimmy kissed her forehead. He lay buried in her. He gasped, "I feel like I'm 
one with you. There's so much of me in you ... it's like you're part of me." 

Tammy smiled and nodded tremulously. "I-I want to be like this forever. Oh, 
Jimmy! Jimmy!" Her cup was filled with his glans, sparkling and hot and 
melting. Her whole body was reacting, part of the act of love. "We'll 
escape, Tammy! We'll get away!" 

"Yes!" 

Jim began a slow, deep fucking of her. "The next big orgy night!" 

"Yes!" She was boiling honey inside. 

"We'll get away from here or we'll die together!" 

"YES! YES!" Tammy wept and shuddered into orgasm as Jim moved faster and 
harder! She frantically kissed his ear and neck. She held onto him with all 
her might. 

Chapter Fourteen 

Tammy spent the following few days in luxury. Emerald served her, hand and 
foot. Master number Six often summoned her to his upper floor suite where 
they had their arm fucking-sucking love-making. 

Lala was never present when Tammy entered his rooms. Six had little to say 
about her. He seemed to take more and more delight in Tammy's increasingly 
skilled and talented mouth and tongue. 

Six groaned into multiple orgasms and spurted chocolate-flavored semen again 
and again into her throat. Tammy found that her gag reflex was disappearing. 
She had only to be careful to keep semen from running into her trachea. What 
would happen if semen got into her lungs? She liked Six more and more. She 
patted his round, potbellied little stomach and stroked his sideburns and 
wished impossible wishes. 

Then the next special orgy night arrived. Eleven more Masters arrived from 
various parts of the world. Most were Asians. Two were black. Tammy saw 
Jimmy a lot, too. They kept fervently renewing their vows to escape. Tammy 
wore an obscene iridescent green costume to the orgy. Emerald wore a 
matching green slave outfit. Tammy felt like a minor queen when she paraded 
through the doorway with Emerald following close. 

Master number One was waiting for Tammy. There was a familiar dirty gleam in 
his bright blue eyes. He extended his hand to her and led her around the now 
crowded marble table. Every Master was present. He introduced her. "You've 
met Six, often ... but not number Seven." 

The Masters were polite, friendly, some were lewd, some reached out to 
stroke her bared breasts, fondle a thigh, even poke a curious finger into 
her seven-inch long vulva slit. One finally said, amid the music and talking 
and clatter of eating and drinking, "We have another surprise for you, 
Tammy." He indicated a covered something on the center of the wide marble 
table. 

"Do I have to take a horse again?" 

"No, this is different. You'll enjoy this more, I think." He whipped the 
velvet covering away. The Masters clapped and commented ribaldly. It was a 
platform with straps and stirrups, but designed so that her knees would be 
high and wide, and she would be lying on her back. "Up you go, Tammy." 

Tammy reluctantly mounted the padded table and got into position. "What's 
going to happen, Master?" She was frightened in spite of herself. She didn't 
know what these men were capable of in their search for new voyeuristic 
thrills. 

The woman Master, number Two, stepped up onto the table. She helped number 
One strap Tammy down. She smiled evilly at Tammy. "You may not survive this, 
my dear. You may die of pleasure." 

Tammy thought the woman maybe meant it literally! What was going to be done 
to her? Tammy was helpless, her feet were strapped into the high metal 
stirrups, her arms strapped at the elbow and wrist, a padded strap, not too 
tight, circled her neck, and a wide leather strap was cinched snugly over 
her waist. 

Master number One snapped his fingers impatiently. "Bring it in!" 

It was a device that featured a gargantuan dildo and a series of motors and 
gears which drove it. The mechanism was shown to Tammy amid cheers and 
applause from the other Masters. Tammy had eyes only for the monster dildo. 
It was flesh-colored, of soft plastic, and was impossibly ridged and 
serrated with tiny nubs and feelers. A hot shiver went through Tammy at the 
sight of it-she knew what those soft extrusions would feel like inside her, 
grazing against her interior nodes and into her cup. The dildo's head was a 
work of art-shaped like a glans, but deeply pocked and pimpled. 

The Master held the huge phallus with both hands. "You see these straps and 
contact pads? It is anchored to your thighs, you see, and is thus 
un-avoidable and inescapable." He pointed to a pushbutton switch in the 
thick, hollow base. "You cannot turn it off, Tammy. Only a Master may do 
that." 

He showed her the interior of the dildo. "This small motor drives it into 
you gradually deeper and deeper by way of this worm gear. This other 
spring-coil system, attached to the thigh pads, driven by this other motor, 
makes it move in and out in the usual thrusts. The worm-gear system simply 
deepens the plunges over a period of time." 

"H-how much? ... " 

"I can't say, my dear. This was built just for you, and it has a length of 
twenty-four inches, maximum penetration." 

"I can't take-" 

"It is built to worm its way into your heart." He cackled at his pun. His 
blue eyes glittered. He applied the wrap-around, sticky, sticky grip pads to 
Tammy's firm young thighs. He chuckled to himself as he inserted the 
massive, heavy dildo ten inches into Tammy's cunt. "The energy cells are in 
the front part of it, Tammy. You have a real powerful prick in you now." He 
cackled again. 

Tammy asked tremulously, "Will it kill me?" 

"Time will tell, my dear." Was he serious? Were the Masters sadists, as 
well? 

He switched it on! The thing in her cunt stirred. It drew back slowly, 
humming. Then came a tiny click and it plunged forward! Then the springs 
stopped its motion and it began to retreat again. The penetration was only 
about twelve inches. It shot into her like a massive spear. The sensations 
were strong. Tammy gasped with each spring-released plunge. She began to 
enjoy it in spite of her apprehension. 

The soft ridges and feelers brushed the pleasure clusters in her cunt with 
each release and sent a breathtaking blaze of sensation through her body. 
Each plunge-recoil cycle took about six seconds. She heard herself cry out 
as the huge thickness slammed into her cunt. She counted the seconds as it 
was drawn back by the humming motor, welcomed the click and gasped as the 
massive phallus thrust deep. But not deep enough! Her cup wanted contact. 
There were as yet untouched spirals of pleasure nodes, further into her 
sheath ... waiting ... wanting. 

Tammy secretly loved this machine. It FUCKED, hummed, withdrew, clicked, and 
FUCKED! And-yes-it was gradually fucking deeper! Three or four minutes had 
passed and it was surely sending the shaft at least an inch deeper now. 

The Masters continued talking and eating and drinking. Tammy could turn her 
head left and right on the pad and see One and Two sitting close by, 
watching closely. Tammy looked for Six but couldn't locate him in her 
restricted field of vision. Tammy closed her eyes and gave herself to an 
orgasm that rippled through her. She panted with delight. There were more 
orgasms coming, she knew. The machine would continue to fuck her until it 
was turned off or its batteries failed. That could take hours! She 
remembered there was a potential twenty-four inches available. That much 
driven into her would rupture her, smash her heart, tear open her lungs. 

Tammy looked to Master One again. His sagging skin was flushed as he watched 
the gargantuan dildo plunge ... plunge ... plunge ... A small boy was 
sucking him off. 

Tammy could only endure and enjoy the steadily deepening thrusts. She panted 
into another slow, keenly sensed orgasm. The machine had only one speed. The 
giant plunges were regular, steady, devastating! She counted. Each five 
plunges reached another pleasure cluster or node in her cunt. Each sixty 
seconds the heavy, fat plastic prick sank another quarter-inch into her 
body. Sweet minutes ticked away. FUCK ... hum backward ... click, FUCK! 
Tammy's torso sheened with sweat. Her costume dampened. Her brow dewed and 
her scalp soaked her red hair. The orgasms came sooner now! Every two 
minutes a sharp sweep of pleasure overwhelmed her. Each plunge ripped a cry 
from her full lips. Her breasts felt like hot white melons on her surging 
chest. Her hard nipples ached for a mouth. The devilish artificial prick was 
into her deeply now! Almost to her cup. Another few minutes! Tammy's 
upraised thighs quivered as the gargantuan dildo was driven into her. She 
was ultimately defenseless. There was no escape. 

Master One was leaning forward avidly now, as was Two, and a dozen other 
Masters, clustered on either side of Tammy. Fuck-fuck-fuck! The head of the 
dildo was plunged up into her cup, at first a gentle, fleeting, exquisitely 
delightful contact, but gradually more firmly. Tammy was convulsing with 
pleasure! "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" She lost touch with everything but the massive, 
plunging shaft in her shuddering body. She became faint from the incredible 
intensity of sensation. Her eyes rolled up as the shaft surged into her 
again ... again ... again! 

She came to in the brief seconds before the thing was speared up into her 
body yet again. Then- "AHHHH!" She was sent reeling into spasmodic 
unconsciousness, her mind sinking beneath waves of ecstasy. But-a few 
minutes later-the phallus was butting harshly into her cup! Flares of 
pleasure sparkled with a mixture of pain. Tammy grunted with pain. She began 
to stiffen and tense when the heavy bludgeon thrust higher into her chest. 
"Please-UH!-It hurts!" 

She flung her sweating face sideways to appeal to the Masters. They were 
grinning, licking their lips, glittering-eyed. Number One's aged face was a 
mask of lust as he gave himself over to spurting into the greedy mouth of 
the young boy who was sucking him. The woman Master had forgotten Tammy; she 
was spasming under a crawling horde of children, each eager to please her. 

The pain increased. Each thrust ended with a grunting shriek of agony from 
Tammy. They wanted to kill her this way! They knew about the escape plan! 
They were going to let-Tammy shrieked. The solid shaft retreated slowly, 
coiling its springs. It was a torture now. An agony. Each massive thrust 
into the end of her cunt was a terrible ordeal, a fistlike blow that 
threatened to tear her apart. Her chest was slammed again from inside. Tammy 
bubbled with pain. She gasped, "HELP! TURN IT OFF! IT'S-AAARRGH!" 

Her chest was molten with pain now. The shaft was almost all into her, its 
torpedo-shape wet with blood-tinted juices. Tammy screamed again as the 
inexorable fist smashed at her cup, distending her cunt to an impossible 
extent. The center of her chest was on fire! Tammy sucked air desperately as 
the monster shaft drew back once more. How many more brutal thrusts could 
she survive? 

She heard the click that signaled another savage, jolting plunge. She 
grimaced and tried to brace herself for the blow and the pain! But it didn't 
come. She opened her eyes. Master number Six was hovering over her. He had 
switched it off! She sighed. "Oh, Master ... " Tears filled her eyes. He 
quickly unfastened the clinging pads around her thighs and pulled the 
dripping shaft from her body. The end of it was pink with blood. 

Master number One shouted angrily, "What the hell do you think you're doing, 
Six?" 

"I'm claiming her! She's too valuable to hurt like this!" 

"We decided-" 

"We'll talk about it later! I want her!" Six ignored the mutters from the 
other Masters. He led Tammy to his nest. 

Tammy was hurting slightly in her cup, but she didn't think it was serious. 
She clung to Six. "Thank you, Master!" 

He settled down among the pillows. He took Tammy into his arms. "I want you 
to take Lala's place and be with me as my daughter out in the rest of the 
world." He lifted her chin and looked into her damp eyes. "But can I trust 
you? I must have absolute confidence you will not try to expose us, or 
commit suicide, or try to escape from me." 

Tammy said nothing. Tears rolled down her cheeks. 

"You have beauty, personality, and an absolutely fantastic talent for using 
your mouth. I don't want you to be wasted. I've only been a Master for 
fifteen years, so I'm not quite as cynical and ruthless as some of the 
others." He smiled wryly. "I don't want to share you with the other Masters. 
What I feel for you is a form of love, Tammy." 

He locked her gaze to his. "Now think about me and yourself and this place 
and what you are now." He palmed one of her full breasts and said, "And suck 
me, Tammy. Suck me the best way you know how." 

Tammy nodded. She clung to him and closed her eyes. She circled his prick 
with both hands. She lowered her head. Her pink tongue darted out. Tammy 
didn't like what he had said about her "talent" for-sucking. But ... she 
faced the truth. It was dirty ... at least, she had been taught sucking was 
a horrible thing and nice girls didn't do it ... back in that other, square 
world ... Tammy put her hot little mouth on his noduled glans. She tongued 
... The world that seemed so far away now ... so unreal. That last spanking 
was a faded dream. 

Tammy used her full mouth ... and admitted to herself-she did like to suck 
pricks ... and nipples and clitorises. But especially pricks. And especially 
his prick. She eeled her tongue over the sensitive clusters and dipped her 
head. 

She did like Master number Six very much. She sucked in a special way with 
her hollowed cheeks and mouth and tongue. Sex was now-more than 
ever-immensely important to her. Because of her new cunt. And because of the 
Elixir. Tammy wanted Six to arm fuck her. But she still ached inside. That 
awful, deadly machine! She felt cheated now. She had to heal. She hated One 
and Two! 

She heard her Master's harsh sighs of pleasure. She shivered happily. Tammy 
thought that the Elixir was distorting her thinking. If she-Tammy blinked 
her eyes wide open. She hadn't been given any Elixir tonight! She didn't 
have the usual ravening hunger. So all that pleasure she had experienced-and 
her desires now-were real! The faint, lingering sensual itching in her cunt 
was normal for her body now! She felt oddly, joyously scared. She sucked and 
sucked. 

Tammy noticed Jim at the door of the orgy room. His searching gaze found 
her. He signaled for her to come to him. But he saw she was busy. He grinned 
to indicate he understood. He signaled for her to hurry and finish. Tammy 
moaned with indecision. Her Master was almost ready to spurt his delicious 
chocolate-flavored semen. She wanted his climax to be very good. She owed 
him her life! 

Tammy was aroused, too, by the act of sucking him ... of cramming her mouth 
with his hot prick and finding new ways to make his pleasure better, if 
possible. She just liked the feel of his bumpy prick in her mouth and 
throat. She took it deep. She didn't cough or gag when the glans was 
squeezed past the root of her swirling tongue. 

The Master trembled, gasped, tensed-and shot deep into her throat. Tammy 
swiftly bobbed her head, making of her mouth and tongue and palate and 
throat a unique, working, ever-caressing special cunt. 

"AHH-TAMMY! OHHH ... great ... great." He relaxed as his prick jerked a few 
last times and she sucked up the last of the sweet drops of semen. 

He towseled her long red hair. "You must be one in ten million." 

Tammy was content for a few seconds as she lay with his softening prick in 
her gently moving mouth. But she raised her eyes and saw Jim waiting 
impatiently. She frowned. 

Chapter Fifteen 

After a moment, Tammy whispered, "May I go to the bathroom, Master?" 

"Of course." Six patted her fondly on the ass. 

Tammy wended her way to the inner orgy room doorway. Jimmy had slipped out 
of sight. As she entered the hallway he called softly from an alcove. 
"Here." 

Tammy went to him. He wore a purple vest and a series of furry white and red 
circlets on his giant, ever-hard prick, which stuck out from his loins in a 
travesty of potency. 

Jim kissed her. For a moment Tammy wasn't able to respond, but then clung to 
him desperately, "Is it now?" 

He nodded. "Come on. We can take the boat and be free in half an hour." 

Tammy followed him out of the mansion. She felt sick to her stomach. She 
whispered, "Are you sure we can do it? Is the gun loaded?" 

"Sure! I checked. I'm not that stupid! It's loaded, all right, and I know 
all about the safety." 

Tammy tagged along behind him, feeling more and more apprehensive and 
unsure. It was too easy! But Jimmy dug up the wrapped gun near a bush by the 
dock area, and in the light from the floodlights, showed her the clip and 
the safety switch. He pointed to the boat they would take. A single guard 
strolled on the narrow docking slip where it was tied up with the other, 
even smaller craft. 

Jim said, "Stay close behind me now. This is it! Here we go, Tammy!" He 
sprang out from the clump of bushes and ran toward the dock. It was only 
about one hundred feet away. 

But Tammy didn't follow. She squatted, frozen by indecision, crying, 
trembling. She saw Jimmy wave the gun at the guard. The guard laughed and 
came toward Jimmy, saying something mocking. The guard called other guards. 
Jim yelled and pulled the trigger. The gun went off with a loud bang! Tammy 
jumped. But the guard only laughed again and was unhurt. Jimmy retreated, 
shooting desperately! The other guards converged on Jimmy. He shot at them, 
too, but either missed, or-Tammy gasped. They knew ... the bullets were 
blanks. They had let Jim steal that gun! They had planted it! The guards 
seized Jim and tied his hands behind him. They joked at his huge prick and 
socked it back and forth. Tammy heard them call him a freak. They took him 
away. 

Tammy, shaking, slipped back to the mansion and back to the orgy. She 
returned to Master number Six. She was still crying when she settled down 
next to him. She clutched at him. "Oh, Master ... " Tammy was terribly 
ashamed of herself for having hung back at the last moment ... yet glad she 
hadn't been caught. 

Number Six petted her head. "It's okay, Tammy! I know all about it. I just 
had a report about Jim's attempt. He went through with it, but you didn't. 
That's the important thing." 

"You know?" 

"Yes, of course. We know everything. We make it easy for malcontents to show 
themselves." Six rose to his feet. "Come with me." 

Apprehensive, Tammy meekly, weepingly followed. He led her up to his suite. 

Six settled into a luxurious divan. "Into my arms, Tammy." 

She gratefully climbed onto his lap. She waited for judgment. 

"If I hadn't stopped that machine, you'd be dead by now. The Prime Committee 
voted to let it kill you. Jim would have been executed tonight, too, 
regardless." 

"What's going to happen to me?" 

"You're guilty by association with him. You intended to go with him tonight, 
didn't you?" 

Tammy nodded. "But something made me stop." 

"Do you find that this life, all the sexual use and sexual pleasure, is too 
much for you? Do you want your old life and old body back?" 

"No! Not now. I did-just a few days ago-I did. I was all mixed up. I wanted 
to go home and punish the Masters and everything ... but with you ... now 
I'm so different-I've changed so much inside ... in my mind ... I can't-I 
like it! I can't help it-I love it-all the sex! I want it all the time ... 
and I want to suck you off all the time!" 

Tammy confessed her true feelings in a welter of tears. "I d-didn't want to 
leave with Jimmy, but I promised h-him." 

Six smiled. He said to the air: "Her adjustment and acceptance is now 
optimum. Jim simply caught her in the initial reaction-shock period. She was 
brought along too fast, anyway, and not given enough time for the 
physical-psychological trauma of capture and altering to dissipate." 

Tammy understood-he was speaking into a hidden recorder. 

"She is now coming to terms with the profound changes that have been imposed 
upon her. Her emotional resilience and flexibility is proven. Think of 
tonight as a test. I maintain she passed it. I claim her." 

Six looked down at Tammy. "If you could choose now, between life with me and 
life with your parents-which would it be?" 

"You! I don't want to be changed back, Master. I love you. I only want to 
serve you and help you ... and suck you ... and have you fuck me with your 
arm." 

He laughed. "By pleasure seduced. Aren't we all? And why not? Life is too 
short as it is, to let any possible orgasm go unexperienced." 

He flung his robes open. "Suck me, Tammy!" 

And Tammy did! 


End
